The torrential rain was pouring, and besides the sound of the rain hitting the umbrella and the ground, there was the whistling of the wind.
Xiao Yuanmu touched the porridge in his hand, and found that it was still warm. He released the corners of his tightly pursed mouth a little. A gust of wind blew the umbrella in his hand and blew it away. He subconsciously pulled hard, and the remaining Between the lights, I couldn't help but pause.
He had already secured the umbrella, and through the rain curtain, Xiao Yuanmu looked straight at the road he was coming from. There was a man standing at the intersection, his gray windbreaker was blown up, probably from the gust of wind just now, he was pulling the umbrella that was leaning back Fighting against the wind, the white T-shirt in the windbreaker and the gray home pants on the bottom of the body were exposed to the rain, but after a while, they were soaked by the heavy rain and stuck tightly to his body, revealing a bit of loneliness and pity for no reason.
It doesn't need to be so clear at all, just relying on such a vague figure, Xiao Yuanmu has already determined that it is Song Xuanhe.
Just as he was about to raise his legs and walk over there, he saw that Song Xuanhe had already stabilized the umbrella and dodged to hide behind the bushes in the flower bed without even showing the tip of the umbrella.
Xiao Yuanmu stayed where he was, and after a few seconds, the corners of his mouth curled up a little bit. There was no one else here, and the raised corners of his mouth were undisguised, and even a chuckle was revealing pampering.
During this period of getting along, he has already figured out Song Xuanhe's temperament, proud, unrestrained, free-spirited, and soft and awkward that are deeply hidden.
At this time, if he directly goes up to expose Song Xuanhe, it is estimated that with his personality, not only will he refuse to admit it, but he will also hold his breath to trouble him and deliberately say ugly words to stab him, and it is even more likely that he will become angry and ignore him directly.
If it's the former, Xiao Yuanmu doesn't think there's anything wrong with it, but it's hard for him to accept the latter.
Xiao Yuanmu turned around, before the smile in his eyes subsided, he heard a vague cry, he subconsciously turned his head to look, but just as he raised his eyes, he was squinted by the high beam not far away His eyes blurred for a moment.
The black off-road vehicle was getting closer and closer. After Xiao Yuanmu regained his eyesight, he dodged and prepared to dodge. However, when he heard the sound of getting closer, his thoughts turned and he paused. to him.
Song Xuanhe stopped in the middle of his run. He didn't know where the umbrella had gone. He could only watch helplessly as Xiao Yuanmu fell to the ground. The rain hit the ground and also hit the unconscious person. It seemed to be fixed in place and could not be lifted up.
[Xiao Yuanmu is fine, just got scratched.]
The voice of the system sounded in his mind, Song Xuanhe came back to his senses suddenly, and ran towards Xiao Yuanmu at a faster speed.
The owner of the off-road vehicle also opened the door and came down. He was squatting beside Xiao Yuanmu to check his situation, and he took out his mobile phone to make an emergency call. Bian ran over, with wet hair sticking to his forehead, looking quite pitiful.
It made Wei Chen suddenly think of the little milk dog he picked up when he was a child. It was also a rainy day, quite similar to the youth in the rain.
However, as soon as the young man opened his mouth, he knew he was wrong—"Call an ambulance! What are you doing in a daze!"
Just at this time, a voice came from the receiver next to his ear, Wei Chen coughed, explained the things here in front of the young man, and hung up the phone after explaining the address clearly.
Wei Chen turned his head to look at the young man, and saw him squatting aside, at a loss but did not dare to touch the unconscious man on the ground, he just called that man's name over and over again: "Xiao Yuanmu, Xiao Yuanmu, are you okay? "
Seeing that the unconscious man didn't respond, the young man frowned and was obviously very anxious. He wiped the rain from his face, turned around suddenly, and asked, "Is there an umbrella?"
Wei Chen froze for a moment, got up and took an umbrella out of the car, the young man snatched it away, held up the umbrella and held it above the unconscious man, his tightly pursed mouth showed a trace of stubbornness, when he looked closely, he seemed to be hiding something Seeing many emotions that he couldn't see clearly, Wei Chen couldn't help asking: "What is your relationship with this person?"
After the system repeatedly assured that Xiao Yuanmu was absolutely fine, Song Xuanhe felt a little more relaxed. Hearing Wei Chen's voice, he turned his head and looked him up and down.
After reading it, Young Master Song turned his head and said coldly, "It's none of your business."
Wei Chen was choked by him, and suddenly felt a little funny, couldn't help laughing, and said: "I am the perpetrator, and he is the victim. If you come over and squat, of course I have to ask what is the relationship between you and the victim." , he is still in a coma, so I can't ask him."
Song Xuanhe snorted, what Wei Chen said, he almost said that he suspected him of touching porcelain.
"You'll know when he wakes up." Song Xuanhe didn't bother to pay attention to him, his expression and voice were very cold.
Wei Chen was not annoyed either, he himself is a medical student, and Xiao Yuanmu had just been checked and there was nothing wrong, so now he is chatting leisurely, he said with a smile: "Then what's your name?"
Young Master Song rolled his eyes at him, this time he didn't even say a word, with four words written on his face - none of your business.
The hospital was very close to here, and the ambulance rushed over in a short while. The doctors and nurses got off with a stretcher, Song Xuanhe followed into the ambulance, and Wei Chen followed behind in his own car.
The doctor checked Xiao Yuanmu, and said to Song Xuan, "It's okay, just a little scratch on the leg and body, all of which are skin trauma. The main cause of coma is fever. I just received an antipyretic injection. Wait until the fever is over. If you leave, nothing will happen.”
Only then did Song Xuanhe feel completely relieved, and after politely thanking the doctor, he turned around and prepared to go to the ward to see Xiao Yuanmu. The way the doctor spoke, he couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and said: "So you can still talk well."
Song Xuanhe relaxed at this time and returned to his usual noble and proud young master Song, leaning against the wall, hugging his chest, looking at people with his chin up: "How do you want me to talk to you when you bumped into me? "
Wei Chen was stunned when he heard this, and after a few seconds, he hesitated and said, "Who is yours? Boyfriend?"
Song Xuanhe bent his eyes, hooked his fingers at Wei Chen, saw his head approaching, and then hooked his lips and said: "Do you think he looks like a girlfriend?"
Wei Chen froze, realizing that he was being tricked, but he didn't feel too angry. He stood up straight with a smile on his face: "Since we are friends, let's leave a contact information, and the follow-up hospitalization will delay work." You can ask me for reimbursement, this is my business card."
Song Xuanhe didn't answer, just glanced at the words on the business card, and couldn't help but sneered: "Your student union still has business cards, society society."
Wei Chen shrugged his shoulders, smiling casually with a sense of ruffianism: "It is often said that the school is a small society, thanks for the compliment."
Weichen is very talkative and shameless, he is very open-minded, this is comparable to Song Xuanhe, if he usually meets such a well-matched opponent, he is still interested in saying a few words, but now he is too lazy to talk to him in this situation He said more, casually said a few words, took the business card and directly closed the door of the ward, showing his impatience to the fullest.
Seeing that Wei Chen left without further pestering, Song Xuanhe turned around and walked in.
This is a specially arranged single ward, the decoration inside is elegant and clean, and there is a little warm feeling, Song Xuanhe didn't look too much, his eyes fell on the person lying on the hospital bed.
The originally impatient expression gradually faded away, he lowered his eyes and stood there, the cotton swab bag in his hand was crumpled by him, occasionally making a few noises, very abrupt in the quiet ward .
Thinking of the nurse's reminder, he unwrapped a pack of cotton swabs and walked to the hospital bed. Looking at Xiao Yuanmu's flushed cheeks and chapped pale lips, he couldn't help tightening his fingers holding the cotton swabs. The situation in front of him was indeed caused by him, and the guilt in his heart could not be reduced by half.
Xiao Yuanmu's hand placed on the side of the bed has slender phalanges and a thin needle on the back of his hand. The red abrasion extending from the little finger to the wrist is particularly obvious on his fair skin. Even though the nurse has treated it, the bleeding has stopped. Such a large area of scratches still looked a bit hideous, and I don't know if it was because of the pain, but the finger with the scar almost twitched undetectably.
Song Xuanhe subconsciously glanced at Xiao Yuanmu, and was relieved to find that he hadn't woken up. He suddenly remembered his mother's gentle but very effective way of dealing with injuries when he was a child, and he couldn't help but bow his head and blow on Xiao Yuanmu's arm. , Even knowing that Xiao Yuanmu couldn't hear, Song Xuanhe still whispered: "I'm sorry."
[It's not your fault, the plot is like this, even if you don't let Xiao Yuanmu go out to buy things, he will still be hit by a car in a rainy day, you don't have to blame yourself so much.]
Song Xuanhe didn't answer systematically. His eyelashes drooped, and he clumsily printed a cotton swab soaked in water on Xiao Yuanmu's lips. The place where his eyes fell was pale and dry. Two hours ago, he The suffocating feeling of lip and tongue twitching suddenly hit, Song Xuanhe paused, and threw the cotton swab into the trash can.
Looking at Xiao Yuanmu who was sleeping soundly, Song Xuanhe put the cotton swab aside, and calmly replied: [I know he will have a car accident and push him out, whether it's a plot or not, as an insider, I can't shirk my responsibility.]
Hearing that, just as the system was about to speak, it sensed a strange fluctuation. Before it could be verified, Song Xuanhe got up and walked out. He couldn't help saying: [Aren't you going to take care of Xiao Yuanmu?]
[I'm going to change clothes. ] Song Xuanhe looked at the empty corridor and pursed his lips lightly. He needed to calm down before he could face Xiao Yuanmu after waking up as usual.
The door was gently closed, and the room returned to silence.
The person lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes. He turned his head to look in the direction Song Xuanhe was leaving. His eyes were deep but no emotion could be seen. The coldness on his calm face was completely restrained, as if he had washed away the lead and left alone. Stay calm and indifferent, giving the illusion of harmlessness.
After a few seconds, he closed his eyes and slightly raised the corners of his mouth.
Unexpectedly, he was born again.