Small room with two beds, the other bed is vacant. At this time, Duan Jiaxu was alone in the ward, and the room was too quiet, making it seem empty and lonely. He lay flat on the bed, his Adam's apple slipped, and he didn't speak.
The corners of the lips are straight, and there is no expression on the face. I can't see what I'm thinking.
Without hearing his consent, Sang Zhi didn't dare to go in, so he could only ask again, "Is it alright?"
Duan Jiaxu opened his mouth and asked softly, "Have you eaten yet?"
"I just went to buy a piece of bread nearby," Sang Zhi blinked, walked to him hesitantly, and handed him the bag, "I also bought a box of oolong tea."
"Can you be full after eating this?" Duan Jia Xu glanced at him, "Let's order a takeaway."
Sang Zhi shook her head: "I'm not too hungry."
Duan Jiaxu: "You haven't eaten anything yet, why aren't you hungry?"
"I'm not hungry." Sang Zhi put the bag on the table next to him, turned around and moved the chair at the end of the bed to the side of the bed, moving slowly, "I will eat if I want, and I won't starve myself when I'm so big. ."
Duan Jiaxu stared at her, suddenly smiled, and said nothing.
Sang Zhi sat on the chair, took out the bread, and whispered, "I just asked the nurse, you have to lie down for six hours, and then you can get out of bed after twelve hours."
"Um."
Sang Zhi took a bite of the bread and muttered, "Then you can't eat right now, you have to eat liquid food this week. It seems like it will take three days."
Duan Jiaxu listened nonchalantly, and replied again, "Yes."
The room was quiet after that.
All that was left was the rustling noise Sang Zhi made when she was eating.
There was a heater in the ward, and Sang Zhi felt a little hot after sitting for a while. She stood up, took off her coat, folded it a few times and hung it on a chair.
Noticing her movement, Duan Jia Xu glanced at her for a few seconds, and then said lightly, "What skirt are you wearing this winter."
The silence was suddenly broken.
Sang Zhina raised her head, just in line with his slightly raised eyes.
This tone was the same as when her mother caught her not wearing long johns in autumn.
To a certain extent, this person is like the combined version of her father, her mother, and her brother. She was being kept under control at home, and Sang Zhi didn't want to come here and was kept under control.
"This is a long skirt." Sang Zhi lowered her head and continued to nibble on the bread, "You can wear it if you want."
"… "
Duan Jiaxu turned his head to look at her.
The way she eats is exactly the same as before, her cheeks are bulging, like a little puffer fish. He wanted to laugh a little, but was afraid of the wound, so he spoke softly: "This side is colder than Nanwu's side. You just need to be careful, it's hard to feel sick."
Hearing this, Sang Zhi inexplicably remembered the last time he came to Yihe. The contents in her mouth suddenly became difficult to swallow. She didn't look at him, took a sip of oolong tea, and nodded.
After barely finishing the bread, Sang Zhi glanced at the time: "Brother Jiaxu, do you want to sleep?"
"what time is it?"
"It's almost eleven o'clock."
Duan Jiaxu: "How do you sleep?"
Sang Zhi thought for a while: "I'm going to rent an escort chair, I don't have much money."
"An escort chair? You don't have a hard time sleeping, right?" Duan Jia Xu frowned, clearly disagreeing, "The bed next to it is empty, you go and rent that one."
"No." Sang Zhi muttered, "I didn't come here to enjoy life."
"… "
Without waiting for him to say anything, Sang Zhi got up and walked out: "Then Brother Jiaxu, you need to get sleepy first. I'll go out and ask."
The rental of an escort chair is only ten yuan a day.
After paying the money, Sang Zhi took advantage of this time to buy a double set of toiletries nearby. When he returned to the ward, Duan Jia Xu was looking at his phone, as if he was sending a message to someone.
Sang Zhi glanced at her and said nothing.
"Why did it take so long?" Duan Jia Xu put down the phone and asked, "What did you buy?"
"Toothpaste, toothbrush, and a towel." Sang Zhi turned out the things, "I want to wash up."
Duan Jiaxu: "Well, let's go."
After walking two steps, Sang Zhi suddenly remembered something and turned around hesitantly: "Brother Jiaxu, do you want to wipe your face? Brushing your teeth shouldn't be enough."
There were a lot of things, so Sang Zhi simply took the whole bag.
There was no one in the toilet. She put things on the table, took a deep breath, and started to wash warmly, thinking about what to do for a while.
Asked in a flash.
Because it feels like if she doesn't take the initiative to ask, he won't take the initiative to ask.
But nothing.
She had fallen before, and he had helped him deal with her wounds.
Not too dirty.
He also wiped her face.
And he is now a patient, unable to do anything by himself.
I had stayed here to take care of him.
You can't propose this by yourself, and then regret it for a long time. Isn't this too petty
Sang Zhi didn't hesitate any longer, took out the towel from the bag, and washed it with hot water in the shower.
Then he went back to the ward.
Sang Zhi found a place to put things away, walked over to Duan Jia Xu, and said in advance, "Brother Jia Xu, I'll wipe your face."
"No." Duan Jiaxu didn't seem to want her to come, "Bring it here, I'll just wipe it myself."
"How do you wipe it yourself?" Sang Zhi was already embarrassed, but when he rejected him at this time, he was inexplicably angry. She frowned, sat on the edge of the bed, and said in a stiff and cold voice, "When the wound is pulled, you will have to stay in the hospital for a few more days."
Duan Jiaxu paused, but smiled instead: "Why do you always lose your temper with me today?"
"..." Sang Zhi didn't look into his eyes, folded the towel a little smaller, and wiped it down from his forehead, "How can I lose my temper, I keep talking like this."
She no longer hesitated and started directly.
The towel ran from his forehead to his eyes.
Duan Jiaxu closed his eyes subconsciously.
She didn't get too close to him, her movements were careful and light, and she didn't touch him with her hands.
Duan Jiaxu has never been taken care of like this.
Never thought that he would be taken care of like this. He doesn't like to trouble others. Besides, this is a child who, although he is an adult, still feels that he has not grown up yet and needs to be protected and taken care of by many people.
Then, the warm touch of the towel moved to the bridge of the nose, then to the cheeks and chin.
Duan Jiaxu opened his eyes.
His eyes met Sang Zhi's.
Her eyes were large and bright, the folds of the double eyelids were obvious, and the eyelashes were curled and curled like two small brushes. The corners of the eyes are naturally drooping, and the shape of the eyes is a bit like a puppy's eye.
It looks clean and pure.
Freeze for a few seconds.
Duan Jiaxu's gaze dropped slightly, and he said lazily, "Have you cleaned it?"
"It's done." Sang Zhi retracted his eyes and his hands. Soon, she stood up, "I'll go wash the towel."
Afterwards, Sang Zhi left the ward. The appearance of pretending to be calm immediately collapsed, and the spine also relaxed in an instant. She slowly calmed her breath, suppressing her racing heart.
no.
These eyes are closed well, how can they suddenly open them.
Can't you say it ahead of time
- "I'm going to open my eyes."
- "You get ready."
Can't you
Can't you? ?
Scary.
scare! die! people! !
Sang Zhi recalled her reaction just now.
Should be pretty normal.
It seems that there is no overreaction, and it is completely regarded as an unusually normal thing.
The attitude is neither humble nor arrogant.
Sang Zhi gradually relaxed.
In the end, there was only one idea left in my mind.
This was the first and last time she wiped his face in her life.
Back in the ward, Sang Zhi opened the escort chair and sat on it. She thought about it and planned to use her coat as a quilt to make do with a night's sleep.
Duan Jiaxu hasn't slept yet. Seeing this, he shouted, "Sang Zhi."
Sang Zhi looked up: "What's wrong?"
Duan Jia Xu: "Put my coat on the pad and sleep."
Sang Zhi paused: "Oh."
He was wearing a long coat today, which spread out bigger than her whole body. Sang Zhi placed it on the escort chair, tidied up, then got up and turned off the light.
Duan Jiaxu said nothing.
Sang Zhi took out her phone from her jacket, turned the brightness down to the lowest level, and found that Ning Wei had called her several times. She was stunned for a moment, suddenly remembering that she didn't tell her roommate that she would not go back today.
She immediately opened WeChat and said in the dormitory group: [I'm not going back today, I have a brother I know—]
Sang Zhi thought for a while, changed the word "brother" to "sister", and continued to lose: [—I'm sick, I'll take care of him in the hospital.]
Sang Zhi: [I didn't check my phone just now.]
Ning Wei: [Hey, it's fine. Seeing that you didn't come back so late and didn't answer the phone for a long time, I was startled.]
Ning Wei: [Also, Jiang Ming seems to have something to do with you. He said that you haven't replied to WeChat, so I told him that you went out with your friends and haven't come back.]
Sang Zhi: [Good.]
Sang Zhi exited the chat window and slid down.
Since last Ning Wei's birthday, Sang Zhi had rarely seen this person again. He never asked her out, but he would chat with her occasionally, not too often.
She opened the chat window with Jiang Ming.
Seeing that he only sent her a few funny jokes, there were only a few seconds of speech left. She wanted to convert it into text, and with a flick of her hand, she clicked it directly.
The boy's clear voice sounded instantly, echoing in the small room.
"Sang Zhi, are you free—"
Sang Zhi was startled, and immediately pressed the power button.
The words were forcibly interrupted.
Sang Zhi involuntarily looked at Duan Jia Xu, holding her breath subconsciously. But because her vision was too dim, she couldn't tell if he was asleep.
After waiting for a long time, Sang Zhi didn't see him speak. She breathed a sigh of relief and turned over lightly.
He turned on his phone again and looked at it.
Sang Zhi didn't dare to click on those voices again, and planned to listen to them and return to them tomorrow. She looked at tomorrow's class schedule and didn't know if she would be able to go back in time for the first class, so she had to send a sentence to Ning Wei: "I may not be able to attend tomorrow's ideological and political class, you can order it for me.]
Ning Wei: [ok.]
Sang Zhi turned off the screen, put the phone aside, and curled up in his jacket. She sniffed. Underneath was Duan Jia Xu's coat. The whole body seems to be occupied by all his breath.
A touch of tobacco aroma, combined with the smell of lime.
Like a mature big boy.
Inexplicably gave her a sense of security.
Perhaps it was in an unfamiliar environment, and Sang Zhi couldn't sleep a little. She couldn't help turning over and wanted to play with her phone for a while.
Sang Zhi cautiously reached out and groped on the table.
At this moment, Duan Jia Xu suddenly said, "Can't sleep?"
Sang Zhi paused and nodded, "Yes."
"Because you haven't finished listening to the voice?"
"..." Sang Zhi looked at him, and suddenly felt that her emotions just up and down were like a joke. She was a little embarrassed: "You pretended to be asleep when you heard it."
"Fake sleep for what?" he laughed, "I just didn't speak."
"That's pretending to be asleep." Sang Zhi said depressedly, "Why do you like eavesdropping so much."
"Huh?" Duan Jia Xu's voice rose, "Didn't you put it on yourself? Did you learn to touch porcelain at a young age?"
Sang Zhi couldn't speak to him, so she covered her coat over her head: "I won't tell you, I'm going to sleep."
Duan Jiaxu: "Isn't it impossible to sleep?"
Sang Zhi: "If you can't sleep, you have to sleep."
Duan Jiaxu: "Come and chat with big brother?"
Sang Zhi showed her eyes and looked over: "What are you talking about?"
"Would you like to continue listening to the voice?" There was a hint of playfulness in his voice, "Let my brother listen, who wants to ask our little Sangzhi."
Sang Zhi was not happy: "You don't know each other."
Duan Jiaxu: "If you say it, I will recognize it. Please describe it, and my brother will help you check."
Impressed.
I just said that she looks like Li Ping when she wears a skirt in winter.
Now like Sang Jung again.
Sang Zhi: "Do you have to check when you invite me to dinner?"
Duan Jiaxu: "Isn't this afraid that you will be deceived at a young age?"
Sang Zhi said perfunctorily, "Oh, let's do it."
Before Duan Jiaxu could speak again, she rubbed her eyes and added, "It's a bit too much, I can't finish it all in one night—"
"… "
"Take a notebook and memorize it."