The door of the ward behind him was suddenly pushed open. Although the sound was very soft, Jiang Cheng, who was in a trance, was shocked and was taken aback. When he turned around, he was even more frightened. Song Yu, whom he had only seen on TV, was standing at the door with a serious expression on his face.
Song Yu looked across Jiang Cheng and looked at the people on the hospital bed. Zhou Yanqing had gauze wrapped around his head, his face was pale, as if he was asleep or in a coma. He stood at the door, feeling timid, not daring to take a single step forward.
Monica came out from behind Song Yu, her eyes were red immediately, she went to the hospital bed and wanted to touch Zhou Yanqing's face but she was afraid of waking him up.
She wiped the moisture from the corners of her eyes, and introduced to Jiang Cheng softly: "Hi, classmate Jiang, I am Xiao Zhou's colleague, and this is Song Yu. You should know that Xiao Zhou is Mr. Song's work assistant."
Jiang Cheng recovered from the shock, he hesitated for a long time and couldn't utter a word.
Seeing Zhou Yanqing frowning slightly, Song Yu pointed at the door and said softly, "Speak outside."
As soon as he walked out of the ward, Jiang Cheng grabbed Song Yu's arm excitedly, and said solemnly: "Mr. Song, I guarantee with my personality that Yanqing will never do such things as obscene women. Although he is only an intern in your company, But I hope you can help him, otherwise his student status may be lost!"
Song Yu subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but he held it back. He patted Jiang Cheng's shoulder: "I know, so now you have to tell me how his injury is and why he is lying here."
With Song Yu's words, Jiang Cheng calmed down and told the two people present what he knew.
At around six o'clock, Jiang Cheng called Zhou Yanqing as soon as he saw the trending search, but no one answered until he hung up automatically. But a few minutes later, Zhou Yanqing called back. He said on the phone that he was fine and told Jiang Cheng not to worry, and then hung up hastily. The more Jiang Cheng thought about it, the more something was wrong, and when he called back, Zhou Yanqing had already turned off his phone.
He persevered in calling Zhou Yanqing's mobile phone until he finally got through again half an hour later, but the person who answered the call was a policeman from the police station, saying that Zhou Yanqing was injured and is now in the hospital.
Jiang Cheng hurried to the hospital and learned from the police that Zhou Yanqing had a conflict with a man near the Twin Towers. The man seemed to want to steal Zhou Yanqing's backpack. In a panic, he hit Zhou Yanqing on the back of the head with a brick on the ground, and then ran away.
Because there is a blind spot for monitoring and the light is dim, the witnesses did not see the face of the other party clearly, and the police could not find useful information. Zhou Yanqing's belongings were not lost, and the case cannot be determined for the time being. Everything will be known after Zhou Yanqing wakes up.
Jiang Cheng took out Zhou Yanqing's cell phone that was broken into a spider web, looked at Song Yu, and looked at Monica after hesitation: "Yan Qing's cell phone should have been crushed during the fight, after answering your call just now It automatically shuts off completely."
Speaking of this, Jiang Cheng suddenly choked up: "The mobile phone he had used for several years was not as sensitive as a calculator, but he was still reluctant to change it. On the day he went to your company for an interview, he happily told me that he wanted to change it. The mobile phone, if the interview really happens, I can't... I can't embarrass Song Yu." Hot tears fell on the front of his front, and Jiang Cheng swallowed his sore throat, "He just bought the mobile phone with a frugal diet, and he hasn't done it yet. It broke in two months."
In fact, Jiang Cheng didn't feel sorry for Zhou Yanqing's frugal purchase of the mobile phone. He just used it to vent his unwillingness and anger, because he guessed who Zhou Yanqing was injured by. Feeling sad about the light and gloomy life.
Song Yu wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he found that his lips were trembling violently, and his nails were deeply embedded in his palm before he found his voice.
"How is his injury?"
Jiang Cheng wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes: "Slight concussion, there is a scalp laceration of about two centimeters on the side of the parietal bone, which has already been stitched. The doctor said that he will be hospitalized for two days for observation, but the ward can only be arranged tomorrow, and today he can only stay temporarily. In the emergency department. He woke up a little while before you came, then fell asleep again."
Song Yu and Monica breathed a sigh of relief, but luckily they were not seriously injured.
Song Yu glanced into the ward through the crack of the door. Zhou Yanqing's black down jacket was covered on the quilt, and several places were covered with plaster. The neckline of his light gray blue sweater was stained with blood. I love to be clean, it must be hard to wake up.
Song Yu looked at Monica: "Go and help Xiao Zhou get two sets of clothes, and then..."
"I'll go buy it right away!" Monica was about to leave with her slippers on.
"No need." Song Yu grabbed Monica's arm, "Get it at my house. He has been living in the guest room on the first floor of my house. You can help him get two sets of clothes, and you can handle the rest."
Monica's eyes widened in surprise. She looked at Jiang Cheng in disbelief, and Jiang Cheng looked at her with the same expression. The two looked at each other, unable to digest the information for a while.
"Yan...Yanqing..." Jiang Cheng stammered, Zhou Yanqing kept telling him that the rent was near the company, but he didn't expect to live in Song Yu's house.
After all, Monica was still mentally prepared. Ever since Zhou Yanqing went to and from work with Song Yu every day, she felt that something was wrong. She pushed her dislocated chin with her hand and returned to her usual appearance: "Okay, I will Go get it." She poked Jiang Cheng with her elbow, "Can you drive? Come with me, my shoes are not very convenient."
Jiang Cheng looked at Monica and then at Song Yu, with all the worries on his face.
Song Yu patted him on the shoulder: "Go, I will watch here."
"Okay." Jiang Cheng nodded emphatically, and left the hospital with Monica.
Today's emergency department seems to be very peaceful, only Zhou Yanqing lives in the six-bed ward. Song Yu stood outside the ward for a long time, his legs seemed to be filled with cement, and he still didn't dare to step into the door of the ward. He didn't follow into the ward until the nurse came to change the infusion bag.
The person who grabbed his hand two hours ago and said, "I can explain everything" is now lying weakly on the hospital bed, with pale lips, frowning, and seems to be restless in his sleep.
Song Yu stretched out his hand, gently smoothed the wrinkles between Zhou Yanqing's brows, and then sat down lightly.
Needle drop could be heard in the ward. Song Yu sat quietly for a while, and then involuntarily shifted her gaze to the backpack on the bedside table. Meng Shiping and Zhou Yanqing snatched it in the office.
Two hours ago, the image of Zhou Yanqing squatting down and grabbing his hand forcefully reappeared.
He raised his head slightly and said in a pleading tone: "Mr. Song, I can explain all this, but I can only tell you alone."
Song Yu stared straight at the ordinary bag in front of him, thinking, what does Zhou Yanqing want to explain? What is the secret in this bag
An impulse from the chest forced Song Yu to raise his hand, and he unconsciously lifted Zhou Yanqing's very precious backpack, and the zipper opened with a soft "Zi La" sound.
Masks, cotton swabs, warm stickers, and a lot of things in the backpack, many but not messy, are all daily necessities for him.
Of course, the most conspicuous thing is the thick notebook standing upright, Song Yu hesitated for a long time before taking it out. This is not the first time he has seen this notebook. Zhou Yanqing has taken it out many times during the recording of programs outside, at home, and in the office. He seems to like to record things in it.
Song Yu didn't have the hobby of prying into other people's privacy, but the formed idea in his mind turned into a strong desire to find out, and a hand forced him to slowly open the notebook in his hand.
Because of nervousness, he turned the book upside down. The first page he turned was actually the last page. Although the text was upside down, he saw his name at a glance.
He turned the notebook over, and a string of words that made his scalp explode suddenly came into his eyes, confirming the absurd idea in his mind.
[At 22:34 on the evening of August 15th, the Yongan District Public Security received a report that a man was suspected to have died in a residential building in Luxiangyuan, Taiping Road. Two days later, the police confirmed that the deceased was Song Yu.]
Song Yu felt that his ears were buzzing, and he could only hear a loud rumbling like a high tide, but it was actually his heavy breathing. Unable to restrain his trembling hands, he read it word by word, turning page by page.
The densely packed text seems to be able to make a sound, revealing all the things that happened two months after his death in sorrow, sorrow, and anger. The truth that he has been pursuing for several months is laid out on a thin piece of paper like this.
Scenes of familiar scenes appeared in front of my eyes like a marquee.
Zhou Yanqing pointed to the sky with three fingers to make an oath, and said firmly: "Please believe me."
Zhou Yan raised his head lightly and looked up at him, his pupils were black and big, and his lips opened and closed: "Teacher Song, let's go home."
Zhou Yan lightly woke up with tears in his eyes and asked in a daze, "Mr. Song, is that you?"
Zhou Yanqing said solemnly: "Because I met a very gentle person, he taught me a lot."
Zhou Yanqing raised his head and pointed in the direction of the spotlight, and said in a happy tone, "Mr. Song, did you see that there is one missing lamp?"
All the incongruous things about Zhou Yanqing that Song Yu felt had reasonable explanations.
Zhou Yanqing looked youthful and reckless when he joined the job, but he was unusually calm when encountering troubles. He dealt with it calmly when he encountered his depression attack for the first time in the car, and he was calm when he saw his mother go berserk in the nursing home. This sharp contrast always made him feel a strong sense of dissonance.
When he saw the test report that Meng Shiping took out, he recalled the strange sense of incongruity that made him feel strange, and he also deeply questioned whether Zhou Yanqing really had malicious intentions, so hovered over him.
Now he understands, it's because Zhou Yanqing was also born again, grasping many truths that even he doesn't know, guarding him with forbearance, loyalty, almost like a sacrifice!
Song Yu buried his head in the notebook, even though he was biting his lower lip, he still couldn't control the mournful sobs and hot tears. He couldn't help but be shocked by this miracle of crossing the barrier of life and death, and he couldn't help but feel sorry for Zhou Yan. I was struck by the tenacity, the selflessness, the powerful emotion.
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