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When we rushed to the hospital, Zhuo Yang was still in the emergency room.
In fact, Zhuo's mother had already burst into tears in the car, and I only came back to my senses after hearing her crying.
Comforting her is also comforting myself.
"It's okay... He must be okay."
Zhuo Yang has always been a cockroach-like character. No matter what happens to him, he will survive tenaciously.
I once caused him to fall from the building and both his hands were broken, but he was fine.
this time…
It will be fine.
Compared with the two emotionally confused women in the car, Zhuo's father seemed much calmer. He hugged Zhuo's mother and comforted her for a long time.
I hugged my arms. There was warm sunshine on that winter afternoon, but I felt very cold.
It's so cold.
"Are you okay?"
I don't know when, Zhuo's father handed me a glass of warm water.
I took it carefully. I am not good at dealing with people like fathers. It is probably because I have never had a father figure since I was a child. In my heart, "father" is a sacred and distant figure.
Even later, when I was taken to the An family, my name was given to me by my father, and I had a tall man to support me.
But I understand.
My father is not like other people.
He's not just mine.
Or rather, he was never mine.
"Thank you, uncle."
"You look very unhappy." Father Zhuo hesitated, looked at me, and then said.
"Really?" I touched my face. Apart from being a little cold, I couldn't feel anything else.
"Don't worry, it's okay. That kid has always been lucky since he was young... and this time is no exception."
As if to divert my attention, Zhuo's father told me the general outline of the matter.
In fact, it was very simple. Probably stimulated by Zhuo's mother, Mrs. An went crazy. She didn't know how she ran out of the sanatorium and stabbed Zhuo Yang at the ribbon-cutting ceremony for the opening of the orphanage.
Back then, Mrs. An also wanted to stab Zhuo Yang.
Unexpectedly, the things that were not completed back then have finally been completed by her.
What is this…
Is there only destiny in the universe
Will what is coming come sooner or later
My mind was in a mess. Zhuo's father's voice became farther and farther away, and in the end I could no longer hear what he was saying.
With a ding sound, the door of the emergency room opened and Zhuo Yang was pushed out.
He was still sleeping, his face was deathly pale.
I have seen him sleep countless times, and he has also lay beside me with a pale face, but only this time, I clearly understood one thing.
He was so close to death. We were so far away.
The furthest distance in the world is not separation, but death.
Death can take away all love and hate.
At that time love is no longer love.
hatred…
Of course it is no longer hatred.
When you are alive, you still have thoughts, but when you die, there is really nothing left.
Zhuo Yang was unconscious for a long time and then woke up. The doctor said that Mrs. An's knife almost stabbed Zhuo Yang's kidney, but fortunately her blade deviated and only grazed it, and Zhuo Yang finally saved his life.
Zhuo's mother cried so hard that her eyes were wet. It took a long time before Zhuo's father took her away.
The ward was quiet. I stood at the door, hesitated for a while, and finally walked in.
"You're here?"
Zhuo Yang was lying on the bed. He didn't look back, but it seemed that he had been waiting for me for a long time.
"I thought you weren't coming in."
My mouth was a little dry, and I had so many things I wanted to say, but in the end all I could say was a sob.
"Are you okay?"
This time, Zhuo Yang turned his head and reached out to grab my hand with some difficulty. I was afraid that the wound he had just bandaged would continue to split, so before he could grab my hand, I had already held his hand first.
"I'm here."
Zhuo Yang seemed to be relieved, but he held my hand with a little more force. He closed his eyes, and he looked so weak that he seemed to be leaving this world in the next second.
"An Yue... Do you know what I was thinking when she stabbed me?"
I didn't know what to do, so I just squeezed his hand and sat down next to him.
"It's all over... It's all over."
"No... there is no past. I thought I was having a nightmare... In the dream, I lost my own wife and my own child... I thought I could wake up from the nightmare as long as I opened my eyes... But..." Zhuo Yang opened his eyes and stared at me, "I found that I was still in a nightmare."
Zhuo Yang's gaze slowly moved down and landed on my ring finger.
There-
The powder glitter given by Song Yu is shining with dazzling brilliance.
"Zhuo Yang... I..."
"I know. You don't need to explain." The severe pain seemed to make him gasp for air. He continued to lie down with a somewhat painful expression. "It's because I'm not good enough. I don't know how to cherish, give and give back. But... I'm such a bad man, a man who treats you badly and hurts you. At the moment of life and death, I only think of you. If I die... will you still remember me for seven years? Just like you loved me for those seven years?"
"Zhuo Yang..." I shook my head. I really wanted to tell him not to do this. There's no need to do this... We agreed to let go of each other so that everyone can live well...
But before I could finish my words, tears were already flowing.
Zhuo Yang let go of my hand, reached to his chest with great effort, and slowly pulled out a chain.
"The ring... I found it."
He pulled out the chain that had been around his neck with force and slowly placed it in my palm.
There, there were two simple wedding rings placed side by side. The big one was the wedding ring that I personally put on Zhuoyang but I had never seen him wear. The small one once belonged to me, but later when I heard in the hospital that Zhuoyang and I were going to divorce, I threw it into the hospital fountain in a fit of anger.
Unexpectedly, they finally got back together.
Just like at the beginning.
seem-
Never separated.
"At first... I couldn't sleep when you left... I always felt like something was missing... Then I went to the hospital and found it. Maybe it was God's will... When I strung them together, I felt very satisfied... and life slowly became peaceful. At that time, I thought they were enough... Enough for me to live peacefully in a world without you. But... I forgot, I forgot... What satisfied me was never the two monotonous rings... but the time I spent with you..."
together.
Then separate.
Now we are standing on both sides of the river. There are other people around us. How can we cross the river and be together again
I didn't say anything, but I slowly shed tears as Zhuoyang kept speaking with great pain.
"Is it... too late? What a joke... I can't see you when you are here... and when you are not here, you are everywhere... What a joke... What a joke..."
"I... Zhuo Yang..." I shook my head, and the tears that I had just wiped away now accumulated in my eyes again.
“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry… I’m really sorry.”
"hehe… "
Zhuo Yang smiled, and his expression seemed to be somewhat painful as his wound was touched.
He spoke softly, as if whispering, or as if talking to himself.
"You will never understand... I am such a selfish man... Such a bad man... How can a bad man... do good things..."
Zhuo Yang said something strange, but his voice became lower and lower, and he seemed to be really tired.
Finally, I fell asleep.
I stayed in the ward for a long time, until night fell, when I finally came to my senses.
I don't know when the two simple wedding rings on my hands had scratched my palms when I squeezed them too hard.
The donated blood gushed out and stained the clean diamond ring. The pain came over me and I suddenly realized what was happening.
No matter how hard or painful it is...
It's all over.
"I'm sorry, Zhuoyang."
I opened his hands and gently handed the rings back to him.
"Good dreams. I hope that I will no longer appear in your dreams from now on."
When I got home, Song Yu was already waiting downstairs of my house.
Also waiting with him was Song Yu's mother, the noble and elegant Mrs. Song.
Seeing how distraught I was, Song Yu hurried over to help me up, but Mrs. Song glared at me fiercely.
"Where have you been? Why didn't you answer the phone?"
"I... I'm in the hospital..."
"Mom... Yueyue is very tired." Song Yu supported me and slowly walked upstairs.
Perhaps it was Song Yu's attitude that irritated Mrs. Song. She lost her calm expression and roared out loud.
"Ayu, how long are you going to protect her? Do you know that she stayed in the hospital all day today, just because of her ex-husband? Ayu! While you were so worried that you couldn't eat or drink, she stayed up all night and stayed with another man without any shame..."
"Mom..." Song Yu stroked me, half hugged me, and said in a cold voice, "Brother Zhuoyang almost died... Can you please say less at this time..."
"Stop talking?" Mrs. Song sneered, her tone becoming even colder.
"Song Yu! Since everyone is here today, I will say it all! This woman is a jinx! She causes harm wherever she goes! She is a person who is more likely to cause trouble than to help! Look at you! And Zhuo Yang! It's all because of her! Your life is a mess! And Zhuo Yang almost lost his life... Ayu..." Mrs. Song walked over slowly and looked at her son, "Don't you understand yet? She is not a good woman... Even if she is a good woman... She is not suitable for you... Ayu... You should break up with her... This woman will only hurt you..."
"Mom!" Mrs. Song seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by Song Yu's impatient tone.
"Mom... that was my decision. Whether she is good or bad is up to me. My feelings... have nothing to do with anyone else. Mom... I love her, please don't stand in our way anymore."