The Substitute

Chapter 67

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I didn't expect that what Zhuo Yang meant by finding something to do was watching a movie.

However, the film market has been in a slump in the past year. Zhuo Yang and I spent a long time choosing and finally chose a brainless zombie movie. The plot was too boring and fake, and the screen was full of brains and blood, which made me sleepy.

Finally, I really fell asleep.

I slept on Zhuoyang's legs.

The next day, when I got up, Zhuo Yang's other good leg was completely stiff. I massaged him for a long time before he gradually recovered.

"You too... You didn't remind me..." I relaxed my grip and glared at the haggard-looking man.

Zhuo Yang probably didn't sleep well the whole night, as he had two big dark circles under his eyes, but his mental state was surprisingly good.

His legs became nimble again, and he pulled me toward the window.

"Look... the sun is coming out..."

After Zhuo Yang's reminder, I turned my head and looked out. A red sun was slowly rising over the sea. The beautiful glow covered the sea, and from time to time two seabirds with their wings spread across the sparkling sea.

I took a deep breath of the fresh morning air, the freshness penetrated my nostrils, and I suddenly felt in a good mood.

"What would you like to eat this morning?"

"I will eat whatever you cook..."

Zhuo Yang actually doesn't like to eat vegetables. In the past, no matter what vegetables I cooked, he would leave them on my plate. Sometimes I would worry that he would become malnourished due to lack of vitamins.

But it turned out that I was overthinking.

Even though he doesn't like to eat vegetables, Zhuo Yang has still grown up healthily.

But now I don't want to give in to him.

I mixed a vegetable salad for Zhuo Yang. When I put it in front of him, he was stunned for a moment, and then he obediently picked up the fork.

Seeing Zhuoyang so obedient, I was in a good mood and finally fried an egg specially for Zhuoyang.

After eating fried eggs, Zhuo Yang went back to take a nap contentedly.

He just wanted to discuss something with me before going to bed.

The person who was used to giving orders actually looked at me with a bad face after speaking in an ordering tone, softened his voice, and started to discuss things with me.

"Can you sleep here tonight?"

"I remember I said I can accompany you... but not □□..." I refused directly.

Zhuo Yang paused for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I'm just not used to sleeping alone... Sorry..."

Finally I agreed.

Zhuo Yang's leg is not well yet, and it's not convenient to go to the toilet when he gets up in the middle of the night without anyone around. If he falls in the toilet and breaks his other leg, it would be a waste of money for me.

Zhuoyang's room is very big and the sofa is very soft.

I brought the quilt over and threw it on the sofa, then said with my hands on my hips, "Are you satisfied now? Go to sleep. I hope we can live in peace during this period of time..."

As it turned out, Zhuo Yang was really obedient.

After seeing that I compromised, he immediately closed his eyes and fell asleep.

He fell asleep and I was fine.

I made some cookies out of boredom. I also found a barbecue grill in the locker. I guess I can have an open-air barbecue after cleaning it.

I did it right away. I looked around the refrigerator and found a lot of ingredients. When I was about to take out the meat to defrost and wait for use, I suddenly heard a plop sound coming from Zhuo Yang's room.

It's over... nothing will happen.

Something really happened.

When I went in, Zhuo Yang was sweating profusely and seemed to want to get up from the ground. I took a look and saw that his originally good hand was now also not good.

It's all my fault. Why didn't I remember to take the vase away from his bedside

Seeing my grim expression, Zhuo Yang apologized hesitantly: "I remembered to go to the bathroom... and accidentally dropped the vase..."

Not only did he drop the vase, but he also broke his other good hand.

When he picked out the porcelain fragments for Zhuo Yang, he was sweating all over. However, probably because I looked so ugly, he didn't say anything, but endured it silently.

"Did you do this on purpose?"

I put down the tweezers. "Don't you know to call me when you need to go to the bathroom?"

Zhuo Yang lowered his head. I couldn't see his expression, but I could feel that his voice was very low.

"Sooner or later, I will be alone. No one will always stand in the same place waiting for another person. I just got used to it early..."

"you… "

That being said, you should be independent when you need to be, but don't force yourself when you can't be independent. Doesn't he understand this simple truth

but-

That's not the point.

The point is that Zhuoyang's hands were wrapped like mummies. He used to act like a spoiled child and ask me to feed him, but I always refused seriously.

Now seeing him clumsily holding the spoon, I can't bear it.

"Forget it... Stop it... I'll feed you whatever you want to eat... By the way... How about we have a barbecue at noon today..."

I have always wanted to host a barbecue party. When I was a kid, I thought it was very heartwarming to see the family next door barbecuing on the lawns of different sizes. I always asked my mother to join me in the barbecue party, but she always refused.

She said that barbecue for two people is too lonely, and it is suitable for a large family, but not suitable for a family of only two of us, an orphan and a widow.

As it turned out, I finally got what I wanted after so many years, but I have to admit that my mother was right.

A barbecue party for two is really lonely.

Especially when the other party is a disabled person.

Zhuoyang likes to eat meat, and I like it too.

I grilled chicken wings, ham, and pork belly. I was busy sweating all over. Zhuo Yang wanted to help, but the problem was that he made it look like a zongzi, so how could he help

I should be thankful that I didn't make things worse.

I don't want to have a barbecue party anymore. Not only was I inexperienced the first time, but I didn't get the seasoning right, and the heat wasn't right either, so the food I grilled was always half raw and half burnt.

Of course, I have always had some talent in cooking, and after countless failed attempts at baking, I finally succeeded.

I got the golden beeswax grilled wings and finally had a satisfying meal.

As for the semi-finished products mentioned above, there was no waste.

Zhuo Yang ate them all.

Later, I performed better and better, and we both ate very well.

In the end, we played for the whole afternoon.

At night, I wiped Zhuo Yang's body and changed the bandages as usual. He had a faint smile on his face until midnight.

When I got up to go to the bathroom, I heard suppressed gasping sounds.

At first I thought Zhuo Yang was having a nightmare, but when I walked closer I found that he was completely awake, except that his forehead was covered with beads of sweat.

"What's wrong with you? Zhuo Yang... What's wrong with you? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Zhuo Yang looked at me with his dark eyes like a pitiful puppy, and said weakly: "My stomach hurts... An Yue..."

“…” No way… I can’t be so unlucky.

Zhuo Yang had acute gastritis. Didn't he have stomach bleeding from drinking alcohol some time ago? The doctor told him to stop drinking and avoid spicy food... and of course avoid half-cooked food.

"Did the patient catch a cold earlier... and his stomach got cold?" The doctor pushed his glasses and asked me.

I thought about it and remembered that we slept on the sofa all night after watching a movie last night. When I woke up, I found that the quilt that Zhuoyang had originally used to cover his legs was all over my body. I wondered if I caught a cold at that time.

Before I could even open my mouth, the doctor continued to ask questions impatiently.

"By the way...what did he eat today?"

This time I didn't hesitate at all and told him what happened in the afternoon honestly.

"barbecue… "

"Barbecue?" The doctor obviously didn't believe it and squinted at me.

I felt a little guilty, lowered my head to my fingers, and whispered: "Maybe some of them are burnt... Maybe some of them are not well baked..."

"… "

As expected, the doctor gave me a severe lecture before letting me go. When I returned to the ward, Zhuo Yang seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep after taking the medicine.

Under the dim light, the man's face was still pale, his thin lips were pursed, and he seemed very unhappy.

Of course I was unhappy... I was sent to the hospital again... Who would be happy

I stretched out my hand, hesitated for a while, and finally put my hand on his forehead.

"Feel sorry."

I didn't expect Zhuoyang's health would be so poor.

In this case, his health was not very good before. Although he didn't have any serious illness, he had a few colds all the time. I once thought that he had lost his health due to eating, drinking, gambling and whoring, but now I have some doubts...

This man seems to have had a very tiring life these years.

It turns out that I'm not the only one who feels tired and hurt in this marriage.

"An Yue." Zhuo Yang seemed to be dreaming, and began to shake his head under my hand, "No... No... Sorry... Sorry..."

"It's okay, it's okay." I carefully comforted him, hoping that he could sleep well tonight. However, he felt my comfort and instead of calming down, he began to struggle.

"An Ran..." Not knowing what he dreamed about, Zhuo Yang began to mutter in his dream.

“…” This is what it feels like when a basin of cold water is poured on your heart.

I withdrew my hand and decided to let the man fend for himself, preferably die on this bed. The man on the bed continued to mutter in his sleep.

"I owe you... I will pay you back... It has nothing to do with her... If you want your life... I will pay it back... I will pay it back to you..."

The footsteps that had already reached the door stopped abruptly.

I walked to the bed and sat down slowly.

I was filled with doubts and couldn't help but ask Zhuoyang questions.

"What fate... Zhuo Yang... What do you owe..."

“Life… my life… I owe her… I owe her… I promised… that I would never let her get hurt again… never let her feel any pain again… I didn’t do it… But… I didn’t do it… I didn’t do it… I’m sorry… Anran… I’m so sorry… I… I thought… I really liked her… I liked… I liked her… It hurt so much… It hurts so much…”