The sky-blue curtains are rolled up, and the sunshine in spring shines in. The fresh lily on the bedside table smells sweet and warm. With the separate bathroom and supporting kitchenette, it looks like a comfortable small apartment—if you ignore the The smell of disinfectant under the fragrance of flowers, and the words of bedside medical equipment.
The nurse checked into the room on time, saw the man sitting by the bed, did not bother him, sighed inwardly and closed the door.
This is the highest-level ward. The identity of the person lying on the bed is a little embarrassing, but it is enough for ordinary people to look up to. After all, the Jiang family's status in N City is very important.
Ever since he was in a car accident and became a vegetative state, as a stepbrother, Young Master Jiang has shown more importance than his biological mother. Unless there is something that cannot escape him, he will report to the hospital every day. The hired servants hardly need to do any work. Young Master Jiang massaged his body and took care of a series of fine work. His care for his stepbrother made others sigh in private. The stepson of the Jiang family in his prime.
It is not uncommon for vegetative people to wake up, but it is not common in TV dramas. Every time Young Master Jiang stares sadly at the hospital bed, the nurse feels unbearable, and even feels that holding on to that poor hope is not as good as saving him back then. It's good to come back, so there is no need to suffer for those who love him.
"Tong Xin..." A man's hoarse voice sounded in the silent room, depressing and painful, "Two years, when do you plan to wake up..."
That car accident became his nightmare.
In the beginning, he couldn't fall asleep at all, and he was awake all night. When he closed his eyes, he saw the scene of Tong Xin being knocked down, and then relived the pain like tearing his heart over and over again. He didn't hold Tong Xin tight, didn't protect him well, and didn't even have time for anything... During those days, he could only take a short nap by holding Tong Xin's hand.
When faced with loss, he realized how important Tong Xin was. Seeing him being pushed into the emergency room dripping with blood, Jiang Yiyang leaned against the wall, as if all the strength in his body was exhausted in an instant, and his mind went blank.
He didn't even know that he was already crying. The silent mourning made Liu Xu look away and slammed his fists hard against the wall.
Everything was chaotic, the first thing Tong Mu came to do was slap him across the face, he staggered a few steps, but didn't feel any pain.
"His father had a car accident when he was riding a bicycle with him. His life was paid for by his bastard father! How can you make him watch your brother die!"
The woman who had always been unkind to her son was dressed in messy clothes and had house slippers on her feet. At that moment, like all mothers, she fell into madness, grabbed and kicked Jiang Yifan indiscriminately, "Why didn't the accident happen to you! That's my son, my son— "
The poor mother was stopped by Jiang's father, and finally lost her strength, sitting on the cold ground and crying loudly.
It turned out to be like this, no wonder Tong Xin was so serious when he rode a fast car to play tricks on people at the beginning... He felt that he took care of him and cared about him, but the funny thing is that he didn't know him.
"If you want to punish me, just wake up..." He stroked the puppet in his palm, even after it had been cleaned, it seemed that there was still a strong smell of blood on it, "Hit me and scold me, whatever you do..."
"Just don't ignore me," he looked at the sleeping man, stretched out his hand to gently brush the black hair on his forehead, leaned over and kissed the bloodless lips, almost whispering, "Don't ignore me... Please it's..."
As usual, he got no response.
Jiang Yiyang smiled wryly, picked up the vibrating mobile phone, and said in a formulaic indifferent tone: "What's the matter?"
As soon as he graduated from university, he joined the company. His mind seemed to have matured suddenly after the accident. At first glance, his calm temperament overshadowed his slightly youthful and handsome appearance. Dare to be unconvinced, the new female secretary was still holding Chunxin in her arms, but after being glanced at sharply, she lost all thoughts.
Jiang Yiyang now, and Jiang Yiyang two years ago, everyone feels that they have changed. Only Jiang's father is satisfied with this son who has grown up at an incredible speed and is in charge of his own business. Except for major decisions, he basically delegates power.
There was a lot of talk on the other end of the phone, and it seemed that something was wrong. At least the whole company knew that it was best not to bother the general manager when he went to the hospital, otherwise he might become the third unlucky person to be dismissed.
After hanging up the phone, Jiang Yiyang squeezed the center of his brows tiredly, looked at the person on the bed, and his impetuosity eased a lot, so he put the puppet on the bedside, stood up and tucked the quilt for him, and said goodbye in a gentle voice: "I I'm off to the company, and I'll be with you in the evening."
On his pale face, his eyes were tightly closed, his eyelashes were slender, and the honey-colored sunlight made him a little more angry.
Just as Jiang Yiyang turned his back, the sleeping man twitched his fingers.
Walking to the elevator entrance, he heard voices from a distance, accompanied by chaotic footsteps, which was rarely seen in the high-end ward area with strict regulations and noise. His heartbeat suddenly accelerated for some reason, and he frowned and covered his chest with his hands.
"Mr. Jiang! Mr. Jiang!" The nurse running towards him blushed, her eyes sparkled with excitement, "Wake up! Mr. Tong woke up—"
He was in a trance for a moment, and rushed to the ward.
"Cold?"
The sun was fine, but the wind was so strong that it rattled the curtains. Jiang Yiyang put down the porridge in his hand and asked.
Luo Shutu shook his head.
"Your hands are cold, please close the window, huh?" Jiang Yiyang shook his cold hand, and what he said could not be refuted, but his tone was gentle, with the meaning of asking, "The doctor said that you can go home in a few days Rest, you are not allowed to get sick at this time."
"...Aren't you busy, company?" Luo Shutu watched him get up and close the window, and said softly.
"If I can't do things without me, why does Mrs. Jiang pay them?" Jiang Yiyang smiled, reached out and touched the tip of his nose, staring at the slightly flushed face of the lost and recovered person in front of him, feeling soft in his heart.
He didn't want to leave Tong Xin for a second, probably because of the sequelae, as long as Tong Xin was out of his sight, he couldn't feel at ease.
Sitting back on the side of the bed, Jiang Yiyang continued his most enjoyable feeding activity. Every time Luo Shutu swallowed obediently, his eyes became softer, almost drowning.
After waking up for a while, Luo Shutu, who has adapted well to it, said that a car accident is indeed the first skill to gain favorability, and after two years of lying down, there will be 95, which can't be more cost-effective!
He has been in the hospital for more than a month. Except for not seeing Liu Xu, he was slightly puzzled, and he ignored the rest of the people who came to visit after a glance. During this period, Jiang Yiyang never left. , or asked someone to bring food over, she still didn't like her son very much, but on the day he woke up, she was the one who cried the most.
"Are you full?" The man in the hospital gown was thinner than before, his skin was sickly white, and he managed to get some blood, Jiang Yiyang took him more and more like a porcelain doll, and coaxed him patiently, "Eat more. "
I don't know if it's because of a different mentality and being overly sensitive after experiencing a loss. Jiang Yiyang felt that Tong Xin was avoiding him intentionally or unintentionally.
He put away the bowls and chopsticks, took the knitted jacket aside and put it on for Luo Shutu, and adjusted his neckline to cover his slender collarbone. The close distance allowed him to clearly see the small goosebumps emerging from the area where his breath brushed, and at the same time feel the body under his hands become stiff.
"Brother." Luo Shutu called out, like a reminder.
Jiang Yiyang let go, and the smile on his face continued: "Don't catch a cold, I'll go wash the dishes."
He was absolutely sure that Tong Xin was really rejecting his intimacy—he felt a tightness in his chest when he came to this conclusion. If he hadn't practiced endurance skills in the mall, he might not be able to maintain a smiling face.
Why? He didn't understand. Two years ago, he almost made up his mind. He was only short of the last official confession. Doesn't this honest boy understand
But according to Tong Xin's personality, he might really not understand if he didn't say that sentence. Jiang Yiyang thought while washing the dishes, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help curling up. Let's formally date him after picking him up. He can't wait to see it. Seeing the expression on Tong Xin's confession, oh, and the old man and Aunt Tong, two years if he can't do it for one year, he has plenty of time...
With the support of the system, Tong Xin's health is actually not a major problem, and Jiang Yiyang insisted on staying in the hospital for so long. As for feeding such a foolish thing, after being watched by the nurses for a while, Luo Shutu pretended to be shy and refused to allow it. up.
Jiang Yiyang, who was deprived of many similar benefits, finally waved his hand and decided to take him out of the hospital.
Originally, they were going back to Jiang's house, but Jiang Yiyang had to keep an eye on his own state to rest assured. After discussing with Tong's mother, they turned halfway to Jiang Yiyang's apartment.
As an outstanding rich second generation, Jiang Yiyang's taste is quite high, so the house he chose is naturally not bad, whether it is comfort or privacy, there is nothing to say.
"Are you tired from the car ride? Go to sleep later," Jiang Yiyang carried his luggage, reached out and pressed the floor button, turned to look at Luo Shutu's face, and said considerately, "I'll call you for dinner."
"I'm not tired," Luo Shutu smiled, "When will brother be able to cook?"
Tong Xin seldom asked questions. Seeing that he seemed interested, Jiang Yiyang immediately took up the topic: "I have learned in the past two years, and I cooked half of the meals you ate before, but I haven't let you taste my best ribs yet. "He laughed, not paying attention to the gloomy expressions of the people around him, "Xiaofan likes this dish very much, you must..."
"Ding-"
The sound of the elevator door opening interrupted his words, Jiang Yiyang raised his eyebrows indifferently, and pulled Luo Shutu towards his door.
Just as he was about to get the key, he found that the door was open. Just as he was thinking about who was coming, the uninvited guest who heard the noise inside ran over and said coquettishly, "I'm starving to death, brother, why did you come back!"
"Xiaofan?"
Seeing Luo Shutu behind him, the smile on Jiang Yifan's face disappeared, and he said unhappily, "Why did you bring him here, didn't you say you wanted him to go home?"
The attitude is not good, but it has improved a lot compared to before. Jiang Yiyang sighed, and said helplessly: "You don't inform me when you come to eat, go in and talk, Tong Xin is still weak."
"I'm tired of standing for a while?" Jiang Yifan muttered sullenly, but he still obediently entered the living room, and sat on the sofa with his hands shaken, looking like his master, "Brother, do you want to eat ribs tonight?"
"You know how to eat!" Jiang Yiyang put down his luggage, poured a glass of water and handed it to Luo Shutu, "Sit down and have a rest."
"I..." Luo Shutu didn't answer, and said awkwardly, "I'd better go home..."
"What home is it? Isn't it good here?" Jiang Yiyang pretended that he was not used to it, and smiled, "I made an agreement with Aunt Tong, don't worry."
"..." Luo Shutu pursed his lips, and finally took the water glass.
Jiang Yiyang stroked his hair, then turned around to pack up his things and prepare to cook. He gave Tong Xin a routine of having dinner at six o'clock, and he couldn't just stop it like this.
The two people alone in the living room were relatively speechless. Jiang Yifan didn't say anything provocative, but his behavior was very relaxed and natural. It can be seen that this place is indeed called his home. After noticing many traces of the two people's lives, it still looks Luo Shutu Like foreigners, out of place.
After eating, Jiang Yifan waited until ten o'clock, seeing that Jiang Yiyang's face really sank before he was willing to leave.
As soon as he left, Jiang Yiyang breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly urged Luo Shutu, who was standing stupidly by the sofa, to wash up and go to bed. The toothpaste was squeezed and placed in his hand, and the water for washing his face was warm, and everything was done carefully and properly.
After Luo Shutu took a shower and entered the guest room in the pajamas he bought, Jiang Yiyang came over with a dry towel, skillfully wiped his wet hair, and said good night after the routine.
"Brother." Luo Shutu called out to him for the first time.
Jiang Yiyang was overjoyed, and immediately turned around and walked in front of him. The corners of his lips could not be suppressed: "I'm here." Things went smoother than expected. He didn't expect Tong Xin to be enlightened so quickly. After thinking about it , he added, "Do you have something to tell me?"
The person who was guessed was taken aback for a moment, pursed his lips and nodded, with some damp hair softly pasted on his forehead, and the blush on his face after bathing had not faded, Jiang Yiyang liked it more and more, wishing to rub him into it She was tender in her arms, barely suppressed her eagerness and pretended to be calm and said: "Well, I also have something to tell you, so you should say it first."
Luo Shutu looked up at him, his expression was not as shy as Jiang Yiyang guessed, and his tone had nothing to do with the sweet anxiety—if there was anything to do with it, it might just be anxiety: "...I used to say some ignorant things to my brother," he stopped. For a moment, "You don't have to worry about it."
That's not right, "What do you mean?"
"I like you or something... Don't mind those words, and I saved Brother Yi Fan, I did it voluntarily, I don't need to pay back..."
Jiang Yiyang stared into his eyes with an ugly look on his face: "You said you liked me before, but it was all fake?"
"I don't know why I thought that way before, isn't it a little funny?" The half-draped eyelashes covered the self-deprecating bitterness in his eyes, "Wake up after sleeping for two years, some things were not something I could have expected from the beginning... It was wrong for me to like you, so I... don't like you anymore. "
"..." Jiang Yiyang was speechless, his throat was blocked by anger and unwillingness, and the pain in his left chest made it difficult for him to breathe.
He never dreamed that Tong Xin would not like him, so has he been playing a one-man show for so long, "Why?" He asked hoarsely, his eyes were red, "I like you, I want to spend my whole life with you When you said you don't like me anymore, why?"
The person with downcast eyes looked at him and smiled palely: "Brother, for Brother Yi Fan, you..." He showed a crying expression, "I really don't need you to repay me."
what are you saying? Jiang Yiyang wanted to ask, but it was stuck in his throat. It was an indescribable powerlessness. There seemed to be a transparent film between them. They could clearly see each other, but they couldn't touch them.
After a long silence, he tried his best to steady his pace and walked out, then leaned his back against the door, grabbed his hair, and squatted down slowly.