005
Those who survive a great disaster will surely be blessed in the future.
I lay on the bed, pretending to be a corpse, but my eyes were secretly looking at the person in front of me.
He said his name was Wen Li, and he was the passerby who sent me here. Actually, I think he should be called a kind-hearted person, after all, not many people dare to meddle in other people's business these days.
"Thank you, Wenli."
I opened my mouth and thanked this passerby who was also a kind person.
He nodded, stared at me, and suddenly a look of disappointment appeared on his face.
I was a little confused. Should I not say thank you? Or should I show some practical way to thank you
"Your arm was broken." Wen Li said, looking at me with sympathy, "and you also had acute appendicitis. You almost hit the 1% mortality rate."
"Should I say I'm lucky?" I made a rare joke.
Wen Li shook his head and spoke, "Do you want me to inform Zhuo Yang?"
Oh shit!
I looked at the handsome and unfamiliar man in front of me again. He said his name was Wen Li and he was a fitness coach at a fitness institution.
In fact, I had no doubt about this at all. When I saw the muscular muscles on the arms he was hugging, I completely believed what he said.
But I didn’t expect that he was my high school classmate.
"You are An Yue, right? We went to the same high school?"
I didn’t expect that there are still people who remember me. Don’t most people remember An Ran, the campus beauty in high school
As her Cinderella sister, shouldn't she have fallen into the dust, ignored and forgotten
I narrowed my eyes and felt that I needed to remind him.
"Well, I'm An Yue, not An Ran."
Wen Li was stunned. I felt that he looked familiar, but soon he smiled and the familiarity disappeared. He stared at me for five seconds, and finally nodded and said firmly: "You are An Yue, and I only know An Yue."
Because of this sentence, my impression of Wen Li has been elevated to a new level. How can I not be happy that someone still remembers the unknown Cinderella, who is also my lifesaver
"Thank you, Wenli."
Wen Li shook his head, just stared at me, and said in great frustration, "You don't remember me."
I'm sorry, I really don't remember, I can't remember no matter how hard I tried. Fortunately, Wen Li didn't seem to care much, he just said: "Do you want me to notify Zhuo Yang for you? By the way, I heard that you married Zhuo Yang, how is it?"
I smiled, but it was probably a little forced, Wen Li's voice became weaker, "I brought you some porridge, do you want to eat some?"
I was suddenly very touched. It had been a long time since anyone cared about me so much in these years.
Nodding, I thought that if one survives a disaster, there will be good fortune in the future. Of course I have to eat it.
I didn't tell Zhuoyang that I was injured and hospitalized.
Wen Li wanted to borrow my cell phone, and I just smiled. In the end, he probably understood that Zhuo Yang and I had a quarrel, separated, or divorced... so he didn't mention Zhuo Yang again, and I liked him even better.
I stayed in the hospital for seven days, and even though my phone, like the car, was completely destroyed.
But during this time, no one contacted me.
I thought that Zhuo Yang must not have gone home, otherwise he would have noticed that there was one car missing from the garage and would have discovered that I was not at home.
I should be disappointed, but I found that I didn't feel too much disappointment or heartache. Instead, I just felt helpless and laughed at myself.
Mrs. Chen found me in the hospital in the afternoon, crying and saying that her grandson had been unwell in recent days, so she went to take care of him and asked her husband for leave, but she didn't come home and didn't see me, then she found out that I had been in a car accident.
I interrupted Mrs. Chen's rambling, touched my stomach, and licked my lips, "Mrs. Chen, I'm hungry."
Mrs. Chen's eyes were filled with tears and she nodded hastily, "Madam, I'll go make you something to eat..." She brought my spare clothes and some fruits, and after she settled me down, she prepared to make me something to eat.
But when she was about to reach the door, she suddenly said, "Um, Madam, I came too hastily, and the call to the gentleman was not connected."
I smiled and said, "It's okay, leave the number to me and I'll call myself."
Of course I didn't fight.
In fact, now that I was able to get out of bed, I liked to stay by the window in the corridor and look down.
The lush trees and the trampled lawns have lost their shape. I don't like the smell or the color of hospitals. I think the green of the entire hospital is the most healing for me.
Even when you are most sad, you can always see a beautiful scenery, right
I think I started thinking about my future life.
Zhuo Yang... Oh, I no longer have any expectations.
I was making up my mind, but when I turned around, I saw a familiar figure.
That was the TV newcomer Hu Ling. What a coincidence, we were in the same hospital. But she didn’t seem to know me. Even when we passed each other, she didn’t recognize me.
I was a little curious about her, and thinking that there was nothing else to do, I decided to chat with her.
She walked through the corridor and came to the ward. Before I could figure out how to talk to her, the door of the ward was already closed.
I should have turned around and left, but I found someone familiar in the ward.
"Yang, I can do it. You haven't had a good rest these days, so you should go back and rest first." Hu Ling's voice was a little gentler than the normal voice on TV, but it inexplicably made me feel cold all over.
My body quickly turned cold because of the next sound.
"Take good care of yourself. You've suffered this time... I will compensate you for the child..."
I am actually a person with rich associations, hospitalization, children, Zhuoyang, and a face similar to Anran.
In fact, I could easily guess the story that connected the two.
Can I still comfort myself now? Zhuoyang doesn't want my child, nor does he want other women's children.
What a pathetic self-consolation.
I should have laughed at myself as usual, but I found that I couldn't laugh.
I don't know how I got back to the ward. Mrs. Chen brought me a lot of delicious food, but I had no appetite.
"Madam, what's wrong with you?" Mrs. Chen asked with concern.
I smiled and shook my head, "Maybe, I don't have much appetite."
"Mr. Chen was about to speak but stopped talking.
I shook my head, "I've already called, I think he's in the hospital..."
It should be said that he has been in the hospital for the past few days, but he just didn't notice me. He was just with another woman.
I felt a little discouraged and had no appetite, so I sent Mrs. Chen away and fell into a deep sleep, covered with the quilt.
When I woke up, it was already noon the next day.
The ward was deserted, with sunlight shining in through the transparent gauze window.
I suddenly felt very hungry, so I took the soup that Mrs. Chen had put in the thermos cup and drank it in one gulp.
My strength gradually returned to my body, I picked up the phone and called Zhuo Yang.
The phone rang several times before Zhuo Yang answered it.
"Are you free?" I asked him.
He hesitated for a while and didn't give me an answer. I thought that Hu Ling might be busy, so I didn't force him. I just said softly, "I'm in Room 503, Building B. You can come find me, or... I can come find you..."
I stopped talking. Zhuoyang is so smart, he must know that I already know everything.
When Zhuoyang came, I was not in the ward, but just in the corridor looking at the green downstairs.
“You’re here.”
"Your hand..." When Zhuo Yang saw my expression, a trace of surprise flashed across his dark eyes. It was surprise, not guilt, nor sadness.
I nodded and said lightly, "It was a small incident. It's okay."
Zhuo Yang pursed his lips and stopped talking. I think he must have wanted to say, since it's okay, I'll leave first.
It was I who broke the silence.
"If we divorce, how much alimony can I get?"
I thought this sentence would be difficult, but to my surprise, it was very simple.
I even admire myself for being so calm and composed, not irritable or angry at all.
Zhuo Yang was a little angry, "An Yue, what are you doing?"
My credibility is very low, at least in Zhuo Yang's heart. Look, even at this time when I said divorce, he didn't believe me.
I feel like I shouldn't say the word "if".
So I said it again.
"Well, let's put it this way. If we divorce, how much money can you give me?"
Many beautiful, rich and handsome men will wave goodbye without taking a cloud with them after they get divorced.
I am certainly not a rich and beautiful lady. I am just an ordinary woman. I lost my husband’s love and my marriage, but I cannot lose the basic conditions of life.
So, I shamelessly asked Zhuoyang for money.
Zhuo Yang's attitude was beyond my expectation. "Are you being unreasonable?"
I felt a little aggrieved. I was not being unreasonable. Would I not cry until I saw the coffin? I blinked my eyes and felt a little sour in my heart, but I still laughed.
"I saw Hu Ling... She lives in the next building... She just lost her child... Hehe..."
I was laughing so hard that I couldn't speak. I felt like I was stabbing myself in the heart.
Zhuo Yang didn't react for a long time. But when I said this, he looked at me in disbelief, "You followed me?"
I think filing for divorce was the right decision.
I clenched my hands in my trouser pockets and shook my head reluctantly, "I am really powerless in this state."
I have followed Zhuoyang before. Whenever he had a different smell that didn't belong to me, or his phone sent some ambiguous text messages, and I couldn't figure out what was going on, I would choose to follow him. But I must admit that I haven't done this stupid thing for a long time.
Zhuo Yang stopped talking, he seemed a little angry. When he was angry, he would purse his lips, and at this time, his mouth was tightly closed, like a closed clam shell.
After a while, he slowly opened his lips.
At that moment, I suddenly felt a little scared.
I was scared to hear his answer so bluntly.
"good."