That day, Yang Zhao stayed with Chen Mingsheng until he fell asleep.
In fact, it wasn't too late, around seven or eight o'clock, Chen Mingsheng had a rest, Yang Zhao left the ward, only to find that Wen Lei was gone, replaced by another person she didn't know.
It is expected that Wen Lei should have explained Yang Zhao's identity to him. After seeing Yang Zhao coming out of the ward, the man sized her up, then nodded and said, "Hello, I am here to protect Chen Mingsheng. Shift shift."
He looked a little older than Wen Lei, not tall, of medium build, wearing ordinary half-sleeved clothes and shorts.
Yang Zhao nodded and said, "Okay, I'll trouble you then." After speaking, she asked him again, "Does he need to be taken care of twenty-four hours now?"
The man said: "Well, the people in the team are also very concerned. He made a great contribution this time. Thanks to him, Baiji and his gang were wiped out. He must be fine. We will definitely do our best to treat him."
Yang Zhao whispered, "Thank you."
When she went downstairs to the door and was stopped by someone, Yang Zhao was in a daze. She completely forgot about Yang Jintian.
Yang Zhao felt a little guilty.
Yang Jintian was sitting on a stool on the first floor, and saw Yang Zhao pass by him without turning his eyes. He called sister, but Yang Zhao still didn't respond. Yang Jintian called her Yang Zhao, and she stood still.
"Xiaotian..." Yang Zhao hurried over, rubbed her hair and said, "I'm sorry, my sister stayed too late, I—"
"I know." Yang Jintian didn't seem angry, nor was he impatient for waiting for a long time. He stood up and picked up a plastic bag from a stool.
Yang Zhao glanced at it, and Yang Jintian said, "Eat, you must not have eaten."
Yang Zhao did not eat anything.
"I don't have much appetite, you can eat by yourself," Yang Zhao said.
"You have to come back tomorrow. If you don't eat anything, your resistance will drop. A place like a hospital is safe, but it's also dangerous. Besides, you don't eat anything, and you don't have the strength to take care of others, right?"
Yang Zhao suddenly looked up at him.
Yang Jintian looked calmly and didn't care.
His role has changed, Yang Zhao thought, he has changed, he has grown up.
"Okay." She said, "Take it back to the hotel, I'll eat there." Yang Zhao said, walking outside, Yang Jintian followed behind her. Yang Zhao came to the parking lot, took out the key, and asked casually, "What did you buy?"
"Sweet and sour pork ribs." Yang Jintian said, "What you like."
Yang Zhao froze suddenly, and her hand holding the key also stopped, as if she was frightened by the impact of some fragmentary memories.
"What's wrong?" Yang Jintian asked.
Yang Zhao looked into his younger brother's eyes, his eyes were very clear in the night, with deep concern.
This kind of concern is only for her alone.
But he inevitably touched another place, another person.
Yang Zhao suddenly realized that the short and ordinary time had also stayed for so long.
It was as long as quicksand, seeping into her broad heart little by little.
"Nothing, let's go."
The next day, Yang Zhao woke up early. She thought about it and put on a long skirt. She let down her hair, wore simple jewelry, and put on light makeup.
He came to the hospital, and the person who took care of him didn't know where he went.
When Yang Zhao entered the ward, Chen Mingsheng closed his eyes, as if he was sleeping.
Yang Zhao sat beside him and looked at him quietly.
After a while, Chen Mingsheng slowly opened his eyes as if he felt something.
When he saw Yang Zhao, his gaze slowly moved up and down, and then he smiled.
Although pale and feeble, he smiled.
"... It's so beautiful, what are you doing?" He said slowly in a low voice.
Yang Zhao said, "Don't you like that I'm pretty?"
Chen Mingsheng smiled indulgently, but also a little ruffian.
"You are bullying me..."
Yang Zhaoming knew the reason and asked, "Is that so?"
Chen Mingsheng moved his arm. He seemed to want to sit up, but he didn't succeed. Because of this movement, his left leg kicked down. Both he and Yang Zhao saw it, and they both knew that it was his unconscious movement.
Chen Mingsheng didn't move, he was silent for a while, Yang Zhao still held his hand.
"Is there anything you want to eat?" she asked.
Chen Mingsheng shook his head silently.
His head was still wrapped with gauze, which covered most of his head. Yang Zhao raised his other hand, stroked his eyebrows, and touched the bridge of his nose. His nose was still a bit bruised, but the injury didn't look serious.
"It's rare for you to be so obedient." Yang Zhao said with a smile.
Chen Mingsheng glanced at her, but didn't speak.
Yang Zhao said, "The face is beaten like this."
Chen Mingsheng said in a low voice, "Is it disfigured?"
Yang Zhao nodded, "Yes."
Chen Mingsheng looked at her in a daze, and Yang Zhao said, "Chen Mingsheng, let me take you abroad for treatment."
Chen Mingsheng shook his head.
"you-"
"Yang Zhao." Chen Mingsheng said slowly, "It's possible... I mean it's possible, some problems can't be cured."
Yang Zhao said, "How do you know if you can't cure it?"
Chen Mingsheng lowered his eyebrows and did not speak.
In fact, it wasn't just the twitching of the hands and feet, Yang Zhao could tell that Chen Mingsheng was struggling to speak. Yang Zhao said, "Don't worry, I'll ask someone to contact the hospital for you in the past few days."
"I'm not going." Chen Mingsheng said in a low voice.
"Chen Mingsheng, this is not something to make you lose your temper, you—"
"I'm not going!" Chen Mingsheng suddenly roared.
Yang Zhao was taken aback, and stopped the second half of the sentence.
She didn't expect Chen Mingsheng to yell so loudly at all, it seemed that even Chen Mingsheng himself didn't expect it. After he yelled, he quickly raised his hand and covered his face. His chest seemed to be stuffy, and he was panting heavily.
Yang Zhao saw that something was wrong with him, she stood up and went to call a doctor. Chen Mingsheng suddenly took her hand—
"Don't...don't, Yang Zhao, no, it's okay, it's okay." Chen Mingsheng couldn't sit up, so he could only reach out to reach her. Yang Zhao came back immediately and helped him to lie down, but Chen Mingsheng didn't seem to want to lie down, and his hands were still gone. No amount of strength, but he kept pulling Yang Zhao's wrist.
"I'm sorry..." he said, "I'm sorry, Yang Zhao, I, I-"
He was wearing a loose hospital gown, Yang Zhao looked at his shoulders, obviously lost a lot of weight. Yang Zhao leaned over and hugged him gently.
"It's okay, I know." Her hand touched his back, she didn't know if it was an illusion, she felt that his spine was so obvious that it almost touched her hand.
"Yang Zhao..." Chen Mingsheng leaned against Yang Zhao, his voice low and slow. "If it can't be cured, are you, are you just..."
"So what?" she asked.
Chen Mingsheng was quiet for a while, and then he said to Yang Zhao, "Yang Zhao, if it can't be cured, let's separate."
Yang Zhao straightened up and looked at him, but Chen Mingsheng didn't respond, his head was lowered. Yang Zhao could only see the gauze covering the wound and the thick black eyebrows.
"Is this your decision?" Yang Zhao said.
"Um."
Yang Zhao looked at him strangely. The man in front of her had almost nothing. In addition to the broken body, and the memory that I don't know whether it is good or bad.
Even so, he still chose to push her away.
"Do you want to be a real man?" Yang Zhao said, "If you can't hold my hand tightly, let it go?"
Chen Mingsheng didn't answer.
"Your reason is ridiculous." Yang Zhao concluded.
She helped Chen Mingsheng lie back on the bed.
Yang Zhao is not a woman who knows how to take care of others. Even though she wants to, her mind and brain cannot meet this need. It can be seen from her looking after Yang Jintian.
Yang Zhao planned to find a good nurse to help take care of Chen Mingsheng.
But she is indeed a very efficient woman. At the end of the day, she arranges many things.
At noon, Yang Jintian came to the hospital to deliver food to Yang Zhao.
Yang Zhao ate a few mouthfuls casually.
"Where have you been during the day?" she asked him.
Yang Jintian said: "I slept late, I just woke up not long ago."
Yang Zhao said, "Then what's next?"
"I plan to go to the Yunnan Provincial Museum for a while, and come to see you at night."
Yang Zhao nodded, "Be careful."
"knew."
After Yang Zhao ate for less than ten minutes, he stood up and prepared to leave.
"Sister." Yang Jintian called Yang Zhao to stop, Yang Zhao turned his head, Yang Jintian said: "You... don't worry too much, you look very bad now."
Yang Zhao said softly, "Yes, I know."
She didn't go back to the ward directly, but went to the bathroom.
In the mirror, there was a woman in a light blue dress. In fact, she felt that her complexion was not bad. Perhaps Yang Jintian judged her state from her expression.
Yang Zhao took a deep breath, took out the blush from her bag, and lightly added a little makeup on her face.
A woman came out of the toilet cubicle with a pale complexion. She came to the sink to wash her hands, squinted at Yang Zhao, and then said coldly, "What are you going to do after entering the hospital?"
Before Yang Zhao could say anything, she shook the water off her hand and left.
Yang Zhao glanced at her back, turned his head, and looked at himself in the mirror.
Until noon, Chen Mingsheng insisted on not resting.
"What about your job..." he asked.
"It's fine." Yang Zhao said, "I'm free now, I have nothing to do."
Chen Mingsheng said, "You don't have to come every day."
Yang Zhao said, "Don't you want to see me?"
Chen Mingsheng didn't answer, but his gaze made Yang Zhao feel that his questioning was somewhat cruel.
"You are still like this." Yang Zhao said flatly, "Or, we are still like this."
You keep walking, I keep chasing, and finally in the narrow gap, you have no way to retreat.
That's right, Chen Mingsheng thought.
But you can still go, and you can always turn back if you want.
The sun outside the window is bright and warm.
Yang Zhao raised her hand and gently covered Chen Mingsheng's chest. She bent down and kissed his chest lightly through the clothes. Then, without stopping, she went down slowly.
Chen Mingsheng held her hand, and he smelled her light fragrance amidst the strong smell of the medicine.
At this moment, the door opened.
Without knocking on the door or any warning, it was opened directly from the outside.
Yang Zhao was still bent over, but when she heard the voice, she raised her head.
An old man in his sixties was standing at the door carrying two large packages.
She didn't seem to expect that she saw this kind of picture. She looked at Yang Zhao, and Yang Zhao felt that her eyes were somewhat similar to those of Chen Mingsheng.
But she quickly denied it again.
The old woman's eyes were cloudy, and, with a hint of rejection, she was completely different from Chen Mingsheng.
"Who are you?" She spoke, her gaze became severe, "Who told you to come?!"
Chen Mingsheng called Mom.
Yang Zhao raised his head, stood up straight, and said, "Auntie, hello."
Chen Mingsheng's mother's expression didn't loosen at all, and she didn't even look at Chen Mingsheng.
"Who are you? Who sent you here?"
Yang Zhao said, "I—"
As soon as she started, Chen Mingsheng's mother put down two big bags. Yang Zhao glanced at the big woven bags that could be seen everywhere. The two big bags were bulging, and he didn't know what they contained.
Chen Mingsheng's mother turned to open the door and said to a person outside: "Comrade, where are your leaders? Let me see your leaders!"
Outside the door was another young man who was transferred to take care of him. He said to Chen Mingsheng's mother, "Auntie, don't worry, let me introduce you, she—"
"Don't introduce me!" Chen Mingsheng's mother said loudly indiscriminately: "Don't introduce me! Take her away! Hurry up! This is how you are responsible for my son? Just let anyone in."
"Aunt-"
Yang Zhao was in the room, and both Chen Mingsheng and she heard what Chen Mingsheng's mother said.
Chen Mingsheng struggled to sit up and called his mother to come in. Yang Zhao held him down and said, "No, I'll go and explain it to her."
"Yang Zhao, my mother—"
"It's fine."
Yang Zhao came to the door of the ward, and Chen Mingsheng's mother quickly found her.
They were about the same height, and their eyes were just right on each other.
Chen Mingsheng's mother spoke concisely.
"Walk!"
Yang Zhao said, "Auntie, can you please come with me?"
Chen Mingsheng's mother followed Yang Zhao to the corner of the corridor.
"Who are you?" She asked Yang Zhao again.
Yang Zhao said, "Auntie, I'm sorry I didn't introduce you. I'm Chen Mingsheng—I'm your son's girlfriend."
Chen Mingsheng's mother seemed to reflect on the word girlfriend for a while, and Yang Zhao felt a little weird.
"How long ago did you start with him?"
Yang Zhao said, "A year ago."
"A year ago?" Chen Mingsheng's mother's eyes widened. "a year ago?"
Yang Zhao felt that this old woman had an indescribable nervousness, but she didn't show anything, and answered her normally.
"Yeah, sorry I didn't tell you, we were going to—"
"Don't think about it!" Chen Mingsheng's mother said, "Don't think about it! Don't think about it." She waved her hand, as if she didn't want to hear Yang Zhao's words.
"You don't know what you're doing at all? You don't know at all." Chen Mingsheng's mother spoke quickly and in a low voice. Yang Zhao had to be very careful to hear what she was saying.
"Aunt."
"Don't come here again." Chen Mingsheng's mother suddenly raised her head, glared at Yang Zhao, and said, "Don't come here again."
"Auntie, I'm—"
"I don't care who you are, you don't know anything, and I don't need to tell you anything." She looked Yang Zhao up and down.
Yang Zhao suddenly regretted it.
If she knew that Chen Mingsheng's mother would come today, she wouldn't dress like this, maybe she would wear ordinary casual clothes, or a thin coat, in short, she wouldn't dress like this.
"Aunt… "
"hurry up!"
Yang Zhao knew that he couldn't say anything.
She turned and left.
Chen Mingsheng's mother came back into the house, Chen Mingsheng looked at her, she came to Chen Mingsheng without stopping, and said, "Mingsheng, mother is here to take care of you."
Chen Mingsheng said in a low voice, "What about her..."
"who?"
Chen Mingsheng said, "I am a woman."
Chen Mingsheng's mother was untying the strap on the luggage bag. When she heard Chen Mingsheng's words, she turned her head and said, "Mingsheng, what did my mother tell you?"
Chen Mingsheng lay on the bed without speaking.
His mother came to the bed and stood at the head of the bed, blocking the sunlight. She was against the light, her hair was gray and white, and the wrinkles on her face were also very obvious. She told Chen Mingsheng seriously: "She told me that you were together a year ago, is it true?" She didn't wait for Chen Mingsheng to answer, and immediately said: "Mingsheng, how many times have I told you, you Do you understand mother's heart, your father was—"
"Enough!" Chen Mingsheng roared, "I've heard enough!"
Like Yang Zhao, his mother was startled by his sudden outburst.
Chen Mingsheng tried his best to control it, but the rational string in his head kept slackening. His mind was a little confused, his chest was heavy, and he was sweating profusely.
"What have you heard enough?" His mother's eyes widened. "What have you heard enough?"
"nothing… "
"Have you heard enough about your father?"
"mom… "
"You didn't make a mistake, why would mom mention these things to you? If you didn't make a mistake, how could you become like this!?" Chen Mingsheng's mother beat her thigh up and down because she was too hard.
"Mom, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to, my head is a little..."
"..." Chen Mingsheng's mother saw that he was a little sad, so she made the pillow more comfortable. While tucking the quilt for Chen Mingsheng, she said, "That woman isn't very good, she can't take care of you well, so don't see her in the future, she looks pretty good, but she doesn't feel right."
"she-"
"Don't tell me anything else, Mom can see for sure. You are still sick now, what is she doing in the house? Has she served you, what do you think she was doing when I came in?"
Chen Mingsheng closed his eyes and stopped talking.
His mother was really good at taking care of people. Chen Mingsheng quickly relaxed, but he couldn't fall asleep.
"Mom, where do you live at night?"
"Mom lives in the hotel next door, very close."
"you… "
"You have a good rest." Chen Mingsheng's mother said, "I'll go outside and get you some hot water."
Yang Zhao walked out of the hospital, the sun was shining brightly.
Here, it is much, much hotter than at home.
Yang Zhao closed his eyes, the sun shone directly on her face, making her skin a little tingling.
Yang Zhao leaned against the wall and took out a cigarette from her bag. She was halfway through smoking when she saw Chen Mingsheng's mother come out with the bag, in a hurry, as if she was going to buy something.
She didn't have time to react at all. When Chen Mingsheng's mother saw her leaning against the wall smoking a cigarette, she turned her head quickly, and she only took one look.
Chen Mingsheng's mother left.
Yang Zhao took down the cigarette slowly, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and felt that she was almost sitting on the ground.
"sister?"
Yang Zhao opened his eyes. Yang Jintian was standing not far from her with an ice cream in his mouth, his eyes full of strangeness.
"What are you doing?" Yang Jintian took a few steps and came to Yang Zhao's side.
When his figure blocked the direct sunlight on her body, Yang Zhao realized that Yang Jintian was already so tall.
"Sister, what's wrong with you." Yang Zhao's face was so pale that Yang Jintian was scared to death.
"Sister? Say something—"
Yang Zhao shook his head and said, "It's okay, I'm fine."
Yang Jintian frowned and said, "Why did you come out?"
Yang Zhao lowered his head and did not speak.
Yang Jintian looked at her thin shoulders and drooping hair. He was quiet for a while, and then said, "Sister, go home."
"No."
"You're not here at all—"
"Xiaotian." Yang Zhao raised his head suddenly and said, "You wait for me here, I'll be back soon."