"What on earth do you want to do?"
Zhuo Wen was like a trapped animal, circling back and forth in the room. Shi Jiaojiao lowered her head and remained silent. She was trembling slightly on the outside, but there was no fluctuation in her heart. Seeing him working like a donkey, she even wanted to laugh a little.
Zhuo Wenshu forced her into the corner, like a monster that wanted to eat people alive. He clenched his fists so angry that his joints were turning blue, but he didn't dare to make too much noise because his mother was next door and was not sleeping at this time. .
"You are looking for death," Zhuo Wenshu glared at Shi Jiaojiao gloomily, "You are looking for death!"
Shi Jiaojiao shrank, not looking at Zhuo Wenshu. Zhuo Wenshu looked at her bitterly and asked, "You haven't had enough fun, right?"
Zhuo Wen's bookish eye circles were red, and he felt discouraged for a while, trembling his lips and said, "Okay, what do you want to do? I'll stay with you, okay? I'll stay with you until you're satisfied, until you get tired of it."
Zhuo Wenshu pointed at Shi Jiaojiao's nose and said word by word, "But you are not allowed to come to my house again, and don't mess with my mother, or I will kill you."
Shi Jiaojiao shook her head with tears. Zhuo Wenshu stared at her from close range, pressed his trembling lips, and held it in for a while, tears flowed down unconsciously. He touched it hard with his hand, and then spoke with full force. Wu, in a low and hoarse voice, said, "What do you want, what on earth have I ever done to you? Just let me go... okay?"
Shi Jiaojiao was sobbing, reading Zhuo Wen's book with tearful eyes, and raised her hand in the air by his face, but after holding it up for a long time, it finally did not fall on his face.
"I won't come again," Shi Jiaojiao's voice changed more seriously than Zhuo Wenshu's, and she choked out, "Don't cry, I won't come again..."
She said, trying to push Zhuo Wenshu away, but Zhuo Wenshu remained motionless, "How can you guarantee it? You must guarantee it."
Shi Jiaojiao raised her head, looked at Zhuo Wenshu, said "I...", suddenly covered her mouth, knocked out of Zhuo Wenshu's arms, opened the bedroom door, and ran outside.
Zhuo Wenshu reached out and grabbed something empty, and pushed Shi Jiaojiao out. She had already rushed to the door. Zhuo Wenshu wanted to grab her and explain clearly, but he took a step and suddenly the sole of his foot slipped...
He stood still and took a look. There was a bright red bloodstain on the ground. Shi Jiaojiao had already covered her mouth and rushed out. Zhuo Wenshu was stunned for a moment, and the expression on his face changed. He rushed around the bloodstains and chased him to the door, chasing down the corridor. , Shi Jiaojiao has disappeared.
He went upstairs and returned to his door. When he opened the door, he saw another pool of bright red blood at the door...
Zhuo Wenshu frowned tightly, while Shi Jiaojiao squatted on the upper floor, watching him enter the room, and wiped his mouth. This sip of old blood was quite useful, but the amount was a bit too large... This didn't look like vomiting blood. I don't know, I thought the artery was severed.
The preliminary preparations were completed here, and the rest needed some time to ferment. Shi Jiaojiao returned to the hotel and stayed there all day watching TV and playing games, never going out to cause trouble again.
The hotel renewal was handled by Shi Feifei. Following Shi Jiaojiao's instructions, she not only dealt with several hidden love rivals, but also successfully attracted Shan Qin's attention.
It was snowing heavily outside, but the hotel room was as warm as spring. Shi Jiaojiao was wearing a suspender skirt and just finished contacting her little spy. She carefully grasped Zhuo Wenshu's movements and status, and even peeed several times a day before hanging up the phone. Shi Feifei rushed in.
While walking and jumping, "Shan Qin asked me on a date!"
Shi Feifei was bright and beautiful, and her brows were dancing and moving. Shi Jiaojiao looked at her and smiled, acting surprised.
"Oh? Do you want to eat?" Shi Jiaojiao asked.
"No! It's mountaineering! Three days and two nights!" Shi Feifei, like her, had her bare feet on the carpet. "What do you think I should bring? It must be very haggard on the mountain. It's troublesome to wash up and I can't put on makeup. I'll bring something with me." Facial mask… "
Shi Jiaojiao walked to the sofa to eat some fruit and reached out to knock Shi Feifei on the head, as if she had stopped a noisy alarm clock.
"Even if you have shit in your eyes, you are still the most beautiful kid on the whole mountain. There is no need to pull those useless things." Shi Jiaojiao stuffed a piece of orange into her mouth. The sweet and sour juice splashed in her mouth. She swallowed it with satisfaction before slumping on the sofa and saying, " All you need to do is bring a broken tent."
Shi Feifei was so enlightened that her face turned red, "Is that really good...is it too fast?"
"You haven't slept together?" Shi Jiaojiao glanced sideways at her.
Shi Feifei's face turned even redder, "Then do I need to wear a condom?"
Shi Jiaojiao took a deep breath, shouted "God" and pressed her finger on Shi Feifei's forehead, suspecting that it was all water.
"Take it with you, let him know that you carry a condom with you, and you are always ready to... ugh!"
Shi Feifei blushed and pressed Shi Jiaojiao's mouth, "Stop talking, I understand."
The next day, Shi Feifei went to stay with Shan Qin for three days and two nights. Shi Jiaojiao had almost arranged everything, so she could make the last move. She left the hotel and went to the hospital in advance.
Zhuo Wenshu didn't know why recently, but he was always a little uneasy. He often felt that someone was following him behind him, but when he really looked for it, there was no trace at all.
Shi Jiaojiao did, as she said, never come to see him again.
But the blood stains that day had always made Zhuo Wenshu feel uncomfortable. As Shi Jiaojiao disappeared, this uneasiness continued to expand.
Zhuo Wenshu wanted to call her twice, but in the end he suppressed it. They let him go, and there was no need for him to continue to be a bitch.
In this way, until two months later, one day Zhuo Wen Shuzheng and his buddies were drinking in a bar. The business of the tattoo shop was good, and they started to make money. The beauty salon upstairs also saw results, and the brothers had a lot of money. They are all affluent, but they are all singles, with no sense of saving money, and often go out to have a drink.
Zhuo Wen was in a daze and felt the phone vibrating. He reached out and took it out, stood up and staggered outside, walked to the bathroom stall, and said "Hey" drunkenly while pouring water.
But there was no sound on the other end of the phone. Zhuo Wenshu called twice and was about to hang up when he suddenly heard the sound of something heavy falling to the ground.
Then a female voice screamed, "Hang up! Who asked you to hit me!"
Zhuo Wenshu frowned at the sharp voice. He felt that the voice was inexplicably familiar, but his brain, numbed by alcohol, rotated too slowly, and he couldn't remember who this person was for a while.
The phone over there had been hung up. He didn't pay attention to this inexplicable call and went back to drink.
Until a few people dispersed and came out of the bar. When the cool breeze blew, Zhuo Wenshu was excited. Suddenly he remembered the voice on the phone. He thought about it all the way. After returning home, he washed up in the bathroom and finished washing. Then I lay on the bed and sat up in shock after a while, finally remembering why the voice was familiar.
It was Shi Jiaojiao's voice.
Why did she say that, who called him...
Zhuo Wenshu thought about it over and over for a long time, and finally sneered, feeling that he was really sick. No matter what Shi Jiaojiao was like, what did it have to do with him
He went to work as usual the next day, but a beautiful woman was waiting at the door of the tattoo shop, blocking him.
The brothers whistled and went in first. Zhuo Wenshu stood at the door and looked at the person in front of him to confirm that he had never seen him before and that he was not a customer of the tattoo shop, with doubts on his face.
"Zhuo Wenshu?" the little girl introduced herself, "I am a nurse from Renxin Hospital. Do you know Shi Jiaojiao?"
Zhuo Wenshu made a move and had a very bad premonition. He pinched the cigarette in his hand and said, "We know each other. What's wrong?"
"She wants to see you, go see her," the little nurse said, "She doesn't have many days left."
"Wha...what?" Zhuo Wenshu couldn't realize what he meant.
The little nurse sighed and said directly, "She has esophageal cancer. It has spread. She doesn't have much time left. She is undergoing conservative treatment. She holds the phone and looks at your number every day. Last night, I helped her beat her and she lost her temper. , she should really want to see you."
"Who are you talking about?" Zhuo Wenshu was still a little confused, "Shi Jiaojiao? Cancer?"
The little nurse nodded, "Would you like to see her?"
The cigarette in Zhuo Wenshu's hand had been scattered to pieces, and his fingers were trembling a little, which was confirmed by the bad feeling. But at the same time, he has a very ridiculous feeling. Is he acting in a TV series? And the cancer has spread, hehe.
Putting the broken cigarette foam into his mouth and chewing it, the spicy taste went straight to the top of his head, helping him stay awake.
"No..." Zhuo Wenshu's mind was a little confused now, and it was a little difficult to speak, but he said it clearly every word, "Whether she dies or not, it has nothing to do with me..." It seemed like he was telling a little nurse, but also like warning myself.
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the store.
"She really misses you!" The little nurse received a lot of money and also had a set of expensive skin care products. She was very dedicated. "If you want to see her, just go to bed 13, 705, inpatient building, Renai Hospital. she."
After saying that, the little nurse left, but Zhuo Wenshu paused at the door, feeling that the sunlight above his head made him unable to open his eyes.
He took a deep breath, spit out the tobacco from his mouth, and turned around and entered the room after a while, with no emotion on his face.
Shi Jiaojiao, has cancer
Zhuo Wenshu thought maliciously, this must be her lying again. Her endless deceptions are really getting worse and worse!
But if it is true...does this mean that evil people will be punished!
Zhuo Wenshu had dark thoughts in his heart, but he didn't know why, and he felt a little short of breath.
"Wen Shu, what's wrong with you?" The fat man saw Zhuo Wenshu's face turning pale and very ugly. He got closer and became concerned, "Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere? Go upstairs and rest."
Zhuo Wenshu sneered and said whether to the fat man or to himself, "Why should I feel uncomfortable? I feel very comfortable!"
The fat man looked confused. Zhuo Wenshu took a deep breath and handed the rubbing work to others, "I'm going to lie down for a while."
Zhuo Wenshu went to the lounge upstairs to wash his face, looked at himself in the mirror, and bit his lip until it bled.
His hair has completely grown, and the short, fine hair is no longer a layer of stubble. His buddies all say that it looks very small, and it completely covers the anger on his body. If you don't look carefully at his eyes, you'd be wrong. On the road, he is like a handsome and gentle brother next door.
Zhuo Wenshu looked at the mirror for a while, then squatted down and rummaged through the cabinet, took out an electric clipper, plugged it in and prepared to shave his own hair.
But before the hair clipper touched his hair, Zhuo Wenshu closed his eyes and remembered that one night, after the two had finished making out, Shi Jiaojiao hugged him from behind, rubbed his ankles with her ankles, and kissed his back carefully. Ugly scars.
She said to him vaguely, "How about you grow your hair? You will look really good if you grow your hair..."
Zhuo Wenshu thought it was a dog's fart at that time, but for a while, his hair had grown to a point where it was not embarrassing. When it was time to cut it, it had already reached the door of the barber shop, but in the end he did not go in.
Zhuo Wenshu unplugged the clippers and put them aside. He directly put his head under the faucet and used cold water to wake himself up.
Still unwilling to wake up
Stop wishful thinking.
What could that vicious woman have to hide? This must be a trick she came up with!
Go and meet? No, don't go. Whether she lives or dies has nothing to do with you.
Zhuo Wenshu warned himself over and over again in his heart that after drying his hair, he really lay on the bed and closed his eyes to rest.
After get off work, he went out to drink with his buddies as usual, but after leaving the stall, he was still in a daze and appeared at the door of Renai Hospital.
Zhuo Wenshu squatted on the curb next to the hospital, his breath smelling of alcohol, but there was a smile on his face, and there was an unspeakable bitterness in that smile.
Even if he didn't want to admit it, his teeth were itching when he thought about it, and he wished he could bite her to death, and wished he could never see her again for the rest of his life, but he couldn't deny it. He had never really been in contact with a woman, and Shi Jiaojiao was the first one to be raped. Whether he is forced or he accepts his fate, she is the only woman for him.
She was a woman who was so deeply engraved in his heart that he couldn't erase her.
Love and hate can be possessed separately, but if they are intertwined, then hatred will be nourished, and the love entangled with it will also grow stronger as it grows.
When Zhuo Wenshu drowned himself in the quagmire, Shi Jiaojiao pushed him in with her own hands, and she pulled him out with her own hands.
Zhuo Wenshu squatted at the door of the hospital and waited until midnight without going in. He squatted until his legs were numb, then slowly stood up and walked towards home.
He still didn't believe that Shi Jiaojiao would get some bullshit cancer. This wasn't a TV series, so there were so many thrilling plots.
The days seemed to be back to their original state. Zhuo Wenshu was busy every day, rushing to work in the store, until the little nurse appeared at the door again.
"What are you doing here again?" Zhuo Wenshu asked angrily, "How much did she spend on you?"
The little nurse opened her mouth, feeling surprised in her heart, but her face didn't reveal it. After all, she was also a die-hard fan of all kinds of palace dramas. At this level, she was still a dog.
But it was true that she took Shi Jiaojiao's money again, and this time Shi Jiaojiao told her that she didn't need to speak.
The little nurse looked at Zhuo Wen's book with a complicated expression, sighed for a while, and left without saying a word.
If the little nurse persuaded him, made trouble with him, and described how miserable Shi Jiaojiao was and how much she missed him, Zhuo Wenshu could basically be sure that Shi Jiaojiao was lying.
But the little nurse left without saying anything. Zhuo Wenshu looked very calm, but he was a little distracted all day long.
At noon, when the fat man was eating, he pointed at the magazine on the table and said, "I see there is no business tycoon. He was only in his forties and died of cancer! He spent so much money and couldn't cure it..."
A thin man next to him echoed, "It's so easy to get cancer now. One person who dies in the village is cancer. I don't know why the incidence rate of cancer is so high. My aunt has never smoked in her whole life. Lung cancer has brought down her whole family." Her son dropped out of college..."
As he said this, the last chord in Zhuo Wenshu's heart broke.
In the evening, I made an excuse to go home early and didn't attend my buddies' party.
He went to the hospital. He walked up the stairs without taking the elevator. Every step he took, he told himself that he shouldn't go, why should he go? She had hurt herself so miserably. I still don't know if she was playing tricks, even if she really was. She is sick, she deserves all this, it is retribution.
However, the many steps from the 1st floor to the 7th floor could not stop Zhuo Wenshu. Standing at the door of 705, Zhuo Wenshu was completely defeated.
He stood for a while without going in, not knowing what to say.
He still doesn't really believe it, the disease came so suddenly...
It was evening at this time, and people were coming and going in the corridor of the hospital. It was not unusual for him to be stunned. Zhuo Wenshu stood for a long time, and his feet were a little numb. After calming down his breathing, he reached out to knock on the door, but he heard something coming from inside. The conversation paused.
"What do you think is causing you trouble?" A male voice said, "You actually like him, why do you want to make him angry? I was stupid at the time. If I knew you were doing this, I would never help you."
The door to the ward was ajar, Zhuo Wen touched it with his hand and finally pushed it open a little.
There was a man in the gap facing the door. Zhuo Wenshu recognized him at the first sight. He was the little Xiu Ran who was in Shi Jiaojiao's mouth that night in the bar.
Zhuo Wenshu wanted to turn around and leave, shame and anger spread through every inch of his skin, but his whole body was frozen, his legs seemed to be nailed to the ground, and he could not move a step. He could only passively listen to the two people continue to talk.
"Don't say that." Shi Jiaojiao's voice was very low.
"Aren't you just afraid of hurting him and making him sad? But you left all your money to him, and now you don't even have money for medical treatment. If you're not afraid of hurting him, aren't you afraid of hurting me? We can be considered friends after all," Zhong Xiuran He clicked his tongue and said, "I really tried my best. I helped you with all my pocket money. I don't care if I'm at home now. I can't get more. Your father disowns you, your sister doesn't care about you, and you have no money. What if you If you don’t do chemotherapy, you’ll die faster.”
Zhong Xiuran sighed, "Shi Jiaojiao, are you stupid?"
It was quiet for a while, and then Shi Jiaojiao said, "I'm sorry for him. I caused him to do that. I originally wanted to make it up to him for the rest of my life, but people really can't do bad things..."
Shi Jiaojiao pretended to sigh sadly, "God will settle matters with you..."
"Even if you were stupid in the past, your compensation for him is enough,"
Zhong Xiuran said, "You were kicked out by your father because of him, and your good marriage was ruined. All the money you saved was given to him. I'm not saying it's ugly. Even if he didn't go in, his mother would still be sick. With him As a poor student, what can he afford?"
Zhong Xiuran said, "If I was allowed to spend five years in prison and then have to work for decades less, I would be willing to do it."
"That's not what you said," Shi Jiaojiao's pale face turned a little red from worry, "That's not what he said. You are not allowed to say that about him! Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand!"
Zhong Xiuran raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, okay, I won't say it anymore. I don't understand - no, what do I not understand?"
"Don't you just like him? If you like him, you will almost die if you don't let him come. You will never see him again in your life."
Zhong Xiuran stood up and sighed, "I can't stand it anymore. If you really can't pull that face off, I'll go find him."
"No!" Shi Jiaojiao started to do it in excitement, almost pulling out the needles in her hands, "Don't go to him! No! I don't want to see him... cough cough cough..."
"Oh my god, you..." Zhong Xiuran stood up in a hurry, pulled a thin tissue and covered Shi Jiaojiao's mouth. The effect of a mouthful of old blood was too much, and dripping all over the quilt through the tissue.
There were huge blood flowers on the pure white quilt, which looked particularly scary.
Zhuo Wenshu's head buzzed when he saw the bright red in front of Shi Jiaojiao and on the quilt.
"I won't say it anymore. I won't say it anymore. What does it have to do with me? Do you want to see me or not? Don't get excited..." Zhong Xiuran surrendered.
Shi Jiaojiao coughed a few times and lay down. After a moment of silence, she looked up at Zhong Xiuran with a gentle expression, "You don't understand... have you ever loved someone?"
Shi Jiaojiao smiled with her eyes closed. She was wearing a hat, and her hair was gone under the hat. Her face was so thin that her lips were so white that there was no blood, but when she smiled, her peach blossom eyes were still full of charm.
"I would rather let him hate me so that he forgets about me soon," Shi Jiaojiao said. "If my relationship with him gets deeper and deeper, and one day I die, it would be really unfair to him... "
Shi Jiaojiao shook his head and coughed again. Blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes into his hair.
"It's so unfair..." Shi Jiaojiao's voice was hoarse and unseemly, "He has suffered too much, and I don't want him to suffer anymore..."
Zhong Xiuran wiped her mouth with a tissue, his back to the door, looking at Shi Jiaojiao with obvious fear in his eyes.
He has never seen such a cruel woman. She is so cruel to herself and even more cruel to others.
He knew there was a man standing outside the door, and someone notified him via text message as soon as he went upstairs, so this scene was rehearsed in advance.
It's just that Shi Jiaojiao's illness is real. He went to the hospital to confirm it, and the blood she vomited is also real, but everything she said is false. She deliberately wanted the person outside to hear it.
Zhong Xiuran has the leverage in Shi Jiaojiao's hands. He likes Shi Feifei, but Shi Feifei only regards him as his younger brother. He will say it sooner or later, but not now. Now he can't let Shi Feifei know that he is not good enough and has the ability to follow her. Shan Qin, who has a successful career, competes for it.
So he wanted to help Shi Jiaojiao so that she could stop her mouth.
But Zhong Xiuran felt that he was committing evil. It was true that Shi Jiaojiao's illness was real and she was really about to die. She had been trying to die like this a month ago, so she really delayed it until the person outside came.
Zhong Xiuran and Shi Jiaojiao looked at each other with complicated expressions, full of disapproval. They were going to die and they were causing harm to others!
Put yourself in his shoes, if someone sets a trap for him and puts on a drama for him, he will live with guilt and regret for the rest of his life, and will never forget it for the rest of his life... This is terrible!
Shi Jiaojiao noticed that his eyes, which were originally fragile and covered with mist, immediately became sharp and threatened him silently - don't cause trouble, or I will make your bad trouble known to the world!
Zhong Xiuran frowned, turned his head slightly to glance at the door and saw that no one was there anymore. After ringing the nurse's bell, he turned around and went out.
Zhuo Wenshu had already gone downstairs. He was in a daze and couldn't believe what he just heard and saw.
His brain and ears were buzzing, and people couldn't think clearly when their emotions fluctuated too much. He even ignored all of this, including these explanations, which were just like Shi Jiaojiao's cancer, too coincidental.
But the saying "concern leads to chaos" is really not just talk.
He was in a daze all the way, sitting in the lobby of the hospital, pressing his forehead with his hands, and carefully sorting out everything that had happened during this period.
If you are mentally inclined to one outcome, all the spearheads will "reasonably" point to that truth, not to mention that all of this was deliberately induced by Shi Jiaojiao's shocking arrangement.
So Zhuo Wenshu was shocked to discover that everything had traces.
Why did Shi Jiaojiao run away all of a sudden, then suddenly changed her mind and would send him things on time again.
He caught him twice, each time he became thinner than the last, his body temperature was so hot, and his face was so ugly, but Zhuo Wenshu was blinded by hatred, what did he say and do
Zhuo Wenshu slowly grabbed his hair, what did he say...
Shi Jiaojiao was lying on the bed. After Zhuo Wenshu disappeared from the door, she waited for such a long time before hearing that the resentment value in the system space began to decrease.
10%, 10%, 10%, 10%…
Her hands were gripping the quilt tightly, and she couldn't hide the smile on her face. She fell to the bottom and felt so happy!
This trick is indeed effective, you must not deceive me with your ruthless tactics!
But just when she thought she was about to complete the task, the resentment value only dropped to 1%, and suddenly stopped moving.
Shi Jiaojiao sat up in shock while she was dying. She contacted her spies and found out that Zhuo Wenshu was still in the hall of the hospital.
"Why can't the damn 1% be lost?!" Shi Jiaojiao took off her hat and touched the bald head she spent money on. "Isn't the heat enough? Why is this person so difficult to deal with!"
Shi Jiaojiao was lying on the window, hiding behind the curtains, watching Zhuo Wenshu come out of the hospital hall. For a moment, she thought if she jumped from here and fell to death in front of him, would his resentment be worth as much as Gone…
But in the end, she still didn't dare to implement it. After all, she had many miscellaneous spatial skills, and none of them could block pain!
The stupid system ruined my youth and messed up my plans!
Shi Jiaojiao lay back on the bed, wondering what else to do to eliminate the last 1% of Zhuo Wenshu.
Zhuo Wenshu walked to the side of the road, thought for a while, then turned back, found the payment window and asked, "Inpatient building Shi Jiaojiao, 705, 13 beds, how much deposit is left?"
The nurse raised her head and looked at him. Her face was numb, but she frowned slightly. She checked and asked, "Are you her family member? She had chemotherapy today, and she has 600 left in the deposit, which is not enough."
Zhuo Wenshu took a deep breath and remembered that he heard the conversation between the two upstairs just now. Shi Jiaojiao gave him all the money and had no money for his own medical treatment...
"How much does one session of chemotherapy cost?" Zhuo Wenshu asked again.
"At her current level, she must need more than 4,000 yuan," the nurse said. "Please pay the deposit as soon as possible."
Even if the house was to be sold, no one would be able to buy it for a while... His mother's medicine would also need to be replaced.
Zhuo Wenshu returned home, sat on the floor in his bedroom, and collected all the money he could use, which was only more than 50,000.
Some time ago, he opened a beauty salon upstairs in the store and hired two doctors to do double eyelid surgery and micro plastic surgery. He spent all his money on it.
These are the only things that can be used now, but these are obviously not enough.
Zhuo Wenshu lit up his cigarette and closed his eyes in the lingering smoke. After all, he was still missing a move, and Shi Jiaojiao had calculated that he would be fooled.
In fact, even if she is sick and dying, her cheap father will not ignore her for the sake of face.
But Shi Jiaojiao knew that Zhuo Wen Shuhui would believe what she said, because he had betrayed all his relatives, had personally stayed in the abyss of hopelessness, and seen the ugliness and indifference of human nature. Those dark five years left a deep impression on him.
He would subconsciously believe the worst outcome, and subconsciously feel that Shi Jiaojiao was so bad that no one would care except him.
He spent the whole night thinking about ways to make money quickly, and finally he only thought of one...
So Shi Jiaojiao was in a state of distress, preparing to put on another bitter love drama, waiting for Zhuo Wenshu, but Zhuo Wenshu didn't show up for several days.
Are you afraid that you might lose it? Shi Jiaojiao felt a little unsure...
Just when she couldn't bear it anymore and went to see if he was really indifferent and didn't intend to see her, at around 8 o'clock in the night, Shi Jiaojiao's cell phone started buzzing. Her little eyeliner said that she had discovered Zhuo Wen's book. Now he is in the lobby of the hospital, and he is said to be injured.
Shi Jiaojiao hung up the phone, sneaked out of the ward and went downstairs. The exit of the walking staircase faced the payment hall. Shi Jiaojiao hid behind the door and read Zhuo Wen's book through the crack in the door.
Zhuo Wenshu was wearing a racing suit and holding a helmet in his arms. Shi Jiaojiao took one look at him and took a sharp breath.
He was covered in blood, and even though he was wearing a black racing suit, wet blood stains could be seen on it.
His racing suit pants were scraped open from his boots to his thighs, and the hideous wounds were bleeding constantly, so that every step he took was a bloody footprint.
He was limping and explaining to the medical staff surrounding him, "I'm fine, I don't need to be hospitalized..."
The lights in the hospital hall were pale, clearly reflecting the person whom she had not seen for more than two months despite paying close attention to him all the time. Only then did Shi Jiaojiao realize that his hair had grown long, and was thin and soft, sticking wetly to his face. The forehead, which is too pale against the face, should look embarrassed, but it is so beautiful that people can't take their eyes away.
"I'm really fine, I don't need..." Zhuo Wenshu raised his hand and refused a little nurse who wanted to check the wound on his leg.
Then he staggered, holding the helmet and walked to the payment window. Even though he was covered in blood at this moment, he could not see the slightest bit of anger. He lowered his eyebrows and took out a paper bag from the helmet. There was also something on it. It was stained with blood, but the money inside was neat and clean.
"Excuse me," Zhuo Wenshu said, "Inpatient building, 705, 13-bed Shi Jiaojiao, please pay the deposit."
The little nurse was shocked by his appearance. Surrounded by a bunch of medical staff on duty, Zhuo Wenshu supported the window sill where he paid the fee with his elbow, not pressing it with his bloody hands.
"I'm sorry to ask, has she been undergoing chemotherapy these days?"
The fee-paying nurse inside looked at him like this and couldn't help but exhort him to deal with the wound quickly. Zhuo Wenshu pursed his lips and handed the money through the window. The wound just gave him an excuse, "Excuse me, please." It is inconvenient to go upstairs to get the certificate. Please pay me a deposit of 100,000 yuan..."
Shi Jiaojiao was hiding behind the door, feeling a little stupid. Every word of the play she rehearsed that day was carefully considered to ensure accuracy, and every word hit Zhuo Wenshu's weaknesses.
But she really didn't expect that Zhuo Wenshu didn't see her after hearing what she said, didn't ask about the misunderstandings, and didn't rush to see her. The only thing he did was to help her get money...
What can he do to make money
Just risking your life.
Shi Jiaojiao watched him pay the deposit and was finally helped by the medical staff to treat the wound. She didn't know why his scalp was numb, his nose was sore, and his chest was a little tight.
Shi Jiaojiao stretched out her hands and pressed her chest, wondering if the skill had an impact on her body after being used for a long time. Otherwise, why was she feeling so uncomfortable
She turned and walked upstairs. Halfway there, the night breeze blowing in from the open window in the corridor caressed her face.
Shi Jiaojiao felt a little cold on her face inexplicably. She stretched out her hand to touch it and then stood in the corridor staring at the water stains on her hands for a long time without regaining consciousness.
She didn't bite the tip of her tongue or squeeze it deliberately, but why was she crying
Shi Jiaojiao wiped it on a few times, stood on the window and stretched out her face to blow in the night wind, until it was cold and no more water stains came out, then she slowly walked up the stairs.
After lying on the bed, Shi Jiaojiao took a look at the space and the resentment value was still 1%. Shi Jiaojiao even suspected that this world might not be completed...
If it doesn't work out, how many years can we live with him honestly
I drifted off to sleep with random thoughts, and when I woke up again, it was midnight.
She felt something sliding around on her face. Shi Jiaojiao opened her eyes and faced Zhuo Wenshu's hand before she could retract it.
The two just looked at each other, and neither of them spoke for a long time.
Zhuo Wenshu sat on the edge of the bed, with one leg unable to bend. He lowered his head slightly and lowered his eyes. The light hit his fine hair and cast a few shadows on the bridge of his nose. Shi Jiaojiao suddenly felt that he was a bit strange.
The impression he had always given him was that he was cold, angry, gloomy, and hysterical. He had never seen Zhuo Wenshu with such tenderness radiating from his bones.
She suddenly thought of a sentence that best described Zhuo Wenshu's state at this moment - the years are quiet and peaceful.
Shi Jiaojiao thought that among her many templates, the original setting of this character was like this.
After a while, they both spoke at the same time.
"Let's do chemotherapy tomorrow..."
"Your hair has grown longer..."
The two of them fell silent at the same time. Zhuo Wenshu slowly reached out and grabbed Shi Jiaojiao's hand and rubbed it twice with his thumb.
"It's so beautiful," Shi Jiaojiao looked at him and praised him sincerely, "It's as beautiful as I imagined..."
Zhuo Wenshu slowly lowered his head and kissed Shi Jiaojiao's hand. There was a smile on Shi Jiaojiao's lips, but the next moment her fingers suddenly twitched.
A large, warm tear fell on the back of her hand, followed by more and more tears, becoming more and more dense.
"You..." Shi Jiaojiao's voice was very soft, "Why are you crying..."
Zhuo Wenshu held her hand and did not raise his head for a long time. His shoulders shook slightly, and the cry suppressed in his throat was like a dying animal.
"Don't cry," Shi Jiaojiao thought about Zhuo Wen's book club's reaction, but she didn't actually expect it. She just said one sentence and started crying.
Shi Jiaojiao was about to sit up and persuade her when Zhuo Wenshu raised his head, his eyes and the tip of his nose were red, and his face, which had always been expressionless, was completely cracked.
Shi Jiaojiao had never seen him like this before, and she was stunned.
"Why..." Zhuo Wenshu asked crying.
Why is this happening.
Why lie to him!
Why!
Why... God is so stingy to him, so he can't have what he wants to have.
Shi Jiaojiao didn't know how to answer, so she sat up and approached Zhuo Wenshu. Zhuo Wenshu stared at her bitterly for a long time, then hugged her neck in a broken voice and choked out, "I hate you..."
Shi Jiaojiao was about to hug his hand back when she paused. The tip of Zhuo Wenshu's nose was on her neck, and his breath sprayed on it, wet and hot, with intermittent choking.
When he spoke again, his tone became more serious than before, and it was like a twist, "Shi Jiaojiao, I hate you!"
All right. Hate it if you hate it...
Shi Jiaojiao put her arms around Zhuo Wenshu's back and patted his back gently.
"I hate you..." Zhuo Wenshu said again, his voice so low that it was almost inaudible.
"I know, you really should hate me,"
Shi Jiaojiao comforted him, looking at the one percent resentment value in the space, and thinking seriously, if she told him now that all this was false, how much would the resentment value bounce back
If this doesn't work, is it possible to eliminate it in the future
If she knew the truth... would she be eaten alive by Zhuo Wenshu dipped in chili sauce
While he was thinking randomly, Zhuo Wenshu raised his head and looked at Shi Jiaojiao with blurred eyes. He held her face and kissed her lips gently.
Shi Jiaojiao was stunned and looked at Zhuo Wenshu, who was silently weeping. Unexpectedly, there were traces of guilt rising in her heart.
So inhuman, she thought.
How could you deceive a little fool like this... How could you complete the task without deceiving her
The wind of conscience, which was lighter than the mist, dissipated as soon as it blew. Shi Jiaojiao didn't feel any sadness, just a little uncomfortable. Just a little bit.
Zhuo Wenshu held her face and kissed her from her forehead to her eyes, from her eyes to her cheeks, from her cheeks back to the corners of her mouth, and finally landed on her lips.
"I hate you." Zhuo Wenshu murmured against her lips.
Perhaps between them, hate is easier to express than love, and it is more suitable for two people.
Zhuo Wenshu closed his eyes and kissed her lips gently. Shi Jiaojiao had never experienced such a treasure from him.
Suddenly the system prompted that the space resentment value dropped to 0.
The pop-up world counts down for 10 seconds.
Shi Jiaojiao blinked a few times quickly, and the joy in her heart instantly drowned out her discomfort. She also held Zhuo Wenshu's face and responded eagerly.
The countdown in her mind was about to break out of the quagmire, which made her feel relaxed and happy.
She also held Zhuo Wenshu's face, and for the first time she was so calm. She looked at him carefully, traced his eyebrows with her fingers, and finally kissed him carefully on his eyes.
"Forget me." Don't love me.
Shi Jiaojiao finally said sincerely, "I left a gift for you. It's on your bedside table. The password is your birthday. Have a good life..."
Countdown to 0.
Shi Jiaojiao thought that her soul would be pulled away, leaving behind a cold corpse with all the hatred and resentment of Zhuo Wenshu, and then buried in the ground by his own hands.
That way he could start over and time would erase everything.
But when her consciousness disappeared, she didn't know that her entire body turned into a light mist and dissipated in Zhuo Wenshu's arms.
Zhuo Wenshu's hand suddenly became lighter, and when he opened his eyes again with tears on his face, the purple patch in the eye kissed by Shi Jiaojiao disappeared without a trace.
The wounds on his body that had been there for many years were all itchy, and then turned into smooth skin again.
The wound on the leg was stitched with hundreds of stitches, and it healed quietly under the gauze.
His appearance changed with Shi Jiaojiao's disappearance, from a gloomy and pale appearance that had experienced five full years of darkness, to a 19-year-old green boy again.
Gentle and gentle, with handsome features.
Zhuo Wenshu didn't know how long it had been since he could see clearly with both eyes.
He looked around, and finally looked down at his empty arms and bed.
He didn't yell and search in panic, he just stood up and walked slowly to the window.
Finally, he raised his eyes and saw his own appearance through the glass. His clear and intact eyes gradually changed from blank... to obscure.
"Sure enough," he said softly after a while.
The voice was that of a young man, very pleasant to the ear. Facing the vast night, he sighed with ridicule and bitterness, "Only if you are loved by the king who created the world, can you be loved by the world, can you erase all pain, and become the most perfect person..."
The wind blowing in at night penetrated his body as if it had substance. His whole body gradually twisted and turned into wisps of smoke and disappeared into this world like a stone.
There was only one voice left in the room, a very soft and smiling whisper, "Goodbye, my king."
The author has something to say: Shi Jiaojiao: I'm in a hurry! It’s finally completed, this world has cost me half of my life!
Zhuo Wenshu: Oh, where are you? (light a cigarette)
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In the next world, a young boy who is paralyzed from the lower half of his body by dressing up as the male protagonist’s evil little mother vs. a vicious woman who absconds with donations and paralyzes the young boy.
The one I wrote earlier is more heart-warming!
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