In the early morning, the warm sunlight shone through the red brick and white tile walls and fell into the intensive care unit of St. Edinland's Hospital through the window.
After she opened the curtains and opened the windows, fresh air came in, diluting the slightly uncomfortable smell of alcohol disinfectant a lot. An Xin on the hospital bed leaned on the pillow and ate the fried fritters and soy milk breakfast brought by her friend early in the morning. With some satisfaction, he sighed:
"Sure enough, the traditional domestic breakfast tastes more delicious-"
Zeng Rui, who was sitting in a chair beside him, looked up and said, "The breakfast stall is not far from the hospital, haven't you eaten much?"
The girl stuck out her tongue: "I was under strict control by the doctors and nurses in the hospital before, and I have been operating again a few days ago... It is said that my body does not allow me to eat messy things."
When it came to the words "mess and mess", the girl deliberately stretched out her hand and gestured with a quotation mark, which seemed to be a little bit complaining and complaining about the strict requirements of the hospital.
Zeng Rui shook his head when he heard it:
"This kind of thing..."
"Only you can say it in such a relaxed tone."
At this moment, only the two of them were in the ward, and the girl facing him was so careless and unabashed about her real life situation in Manchester.
An Xin on the hospital bed shrugged and smiled:
"Anyway, the fact is that it can't be changed. Rather than speaking with a frown, it's better to say it in a more relaxed tone to make it easier for people to listen to it, right?"
Zeng Rui sighed helplessly: "Isn't it okay..."
Yes.
Because the facts and the truth are too heavy, even if you mention it in a casual and casual tone, it will never be possible for people to really deceive themselves into thinking that this is just a simple and trivial matter.
The girl on the hospital bed took another bite on the soft and crisp fritters, and then took a sip of the hot soy milk Meimei:
"That's it anyway."
"Remember to help me keep it a secret. I've been working very hard to pretend that I'm fine, but I can't let that idiot see any flaws."
Speaking of "that idiot", naturally there is no other candidate.
Zeng Rui smiled bitterly: "I know... I will help you hide it from him, but in fact I don't think such a choice is necessarily appropriate."
The girl paused for a meal, then put down the fried dough sticks and looked up at her friend who was sitting beside her:
"Do you think I shouldn't lie to him?"
Zeng Rui was silent for a while, but shook his head and did not answer the question directly, instead asked:
"How long do you want to hide?"
"Also, even if everyone helps, can it really be hidden all the time?"
It seems that what has happened in the last few days is enough of a foreshadowing.
Naturally, it is sufficiently persuasive.
"Fortunately this time, you survived the danger smoothly and recovered fast enough so that things wouldn't worsen to an even more irreversible situation—but even so, you can see that guy has already ignored the three-seven-twenty. It came to Manchester City from home, despite anyone's dissuasion."
"just in case… "
"I mean, what should I do if there is another situation that you can't control in the future?"
Zeng Rui frowned and looked at An Xin on the hospital bed:
"Or, do you really think that Fengzi has completely accepted and believed all your statements so far, without even the slightest suspicion?"
A very straight-forward question.
So An Xin, who was on the hospital bed this time, fell silent.
After a long time, I finally saw the corner of the girl's mouth bowing her head slightly evoking a wry smile:
"I know..."
"All the truths you said, A Zeng, including the truths that other people want to say in front of me."
"I know it all."
"But... what else can I do?"
Raising her head as she spoke, the girl looked at her friend in front of her calmly and earnestly:
"I don't have a better way."
"Or do you think that if you tell Xiaofeng now, can it have any substantial effect and influence on everything?"
Zeng Rui was speechless when asked.
And An Xin has already shook his head and took the words to himself: "It won't have any substantive significance, at most, it's just that the fool will be more worried and more uncomfortable because he knows the truth, and there is no way to go. Live his own life and nothing else will change beyond that."
Yes.
From a perceptual point of view, many things may make people want to make various other choices, as if they can have any effect; but in fact, if one starts from the coldest and cruelest reality point of view, then all perceptual choices are actually Neither makes sense.
The symptoms of a patient will not improve out of thin air just because more people know about it, even if it is the closest person.
Since the only thing that can bring about by telling the truth is to make those close to you suffer more...
Then there is no need to inform.
It sounds brutal.
But that's the reality.
"No." Zeng Rui shook his head vigorously, frowning and looking at An Xin on the hospital bed: "It's not just that, it's not that there is no benefit at all—"
An Xin raised her eyebrows: "Oh? What kind of benefit is that?"
His tone seemed a little careless.
And Zeng Rui looked straight into An Xin's eyes and gave the answer word by word:
"You don't need to hide from him."
"That would have been the greatest benefit."
The atmosphere in the ward suddenly seemed to be quiet for a moment, and the needles could be heard.
Without giving the stunned girl a chance to react, Zeng Rui looked at the former and continued to speak: "At least, you don't need to suffer from the pain on one side and the mentality of hiding from the people closest to you on the other side. burden."
"At least, when you are vulnerable and need to talk to someone, the person you talk to doesn't need to be just our 'ordinary' friends, but the person you really want to talk to."
"At least, you can get more encouragement and courage from that guy."
"At least-"
Having said that, Zeng Rui paused, and slowly said the last sentence:
"When you don't have to hide from that guy anymore, you're really not alone."
The air is quiet.
Only the rustling of the curtains gently blown by the breeze.
The girl on the hospital bed seemed to be trying hard to squeeze out a smile and say something like "I have you, where are you all alone?" to ease the atmosphere, but in the end, she couldn't say it.
Just bow your head.
Some low voices came out softly from the girl's drooping hair:
"But, I don't want him to be sad because of me."
Zeng Rui took a deep breath and almost sighed:
"But then you have to carry everything by yourself, it's too hard-"
"It's already like this, can't you even think about yourself once?"
"Once is fine."
Raising her head again, An Xin tried her best to squeeze out a smile and looked at Zeng Rui:
"Hey-"
"Like, I really can't do it."
Zeng Rui's eyelids twitched slightly, as if he was trying his best to control his emotions and took a few deep breaths, but in the end he still gritted his teeth and said:
"do not know why."
"But now...for the first time ever...I want to hit someone."
The girl looked sad: "A Zeng, are you angry with me too?"
Zeng Rui shook his head and said coldly, "I'm talking about that guy."
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