In the other operating room, not far from here, a corridor away, there was also a group of people crying, except that they were crying in the operating room, not outside the door.

I walked in, walked to the bed, and looked at the pale man lying quietly on the white sheets, still covered in blood, his eyelashes flashed, and a tear fell out.

I used to think that I was in the same sickness as him, I used to think that we were the same people, I used to think that I loved someone and felt the same way as his, I used to think that we were all the same humble people.

I also thought that he couldn't ask for it because he couldn't live because of his own sin, but in the end, I might not even be able to live at all.

He loves me more and is heavier than me, so he can't accept loss than I do.

QQ news push, Weibo homepage push, almost every day will see a man killed his girlfriend for love and then committed suicide, or a woman jumped off the building to commit suicide because she broke up with her boyfriend. After reading it, I often commented rashly: This person is really stupid, cheap, etc., so I turned this page and read other news.

But when these things that we used to talk about really happened around us, we realized how terrifying the deep pain of love is.

It destroys a person's will, faith, and desire to live.

The white cloth slowly went up, trying to cover the face that was a gentle smile to everyone before, but someone pounced on him to stop him, and the heart-rending cries and scolding echoed throughout the operating room, "What are you doing?" My son is not dead, he will not be willing to leave me, you guys get out of here!"

Someone stepped forward and grabbed her, but in the end the white sheet still covered her face, and then she was pushed out, no matter how much the people behind her cried and made trouble, they could no longer change the facts.

He didn't even say goodbye to anyone.

……

The sound of the ECG monitor was ticking, and I watched the heart rate on the screen beating constantly.

To the person who had been sitting on the edge of the bed for a day and a night without closing his eyes: "Brother, go back and rest, I will guard here." ”

He said lightly: "No, she will wake up in a while,

I waited for her. ”

I couldn't help but have red eyes, he had said that to my mom a few hours earlier.

I stood on the edge of the bed and watched as he held Yuan Fang's hand, put the fruit on the table, and then opened the window.

Looking at the bright sunlight outside the window, my eyes were stabbed and painful, but I couldn't take them away.

God, why do you always like to play tricks on people? Two people who have been suffering for several years have finally come out of the gloom, and you can't see them so much? Torture them in this way.

There was a sound of a stool moving, and I turned around to see my brother suddenly stand up, and then walked towards the bedside and rang the bell. I glanced into the drip bag, and sure enough, there was no drip.

I have waited tirelessly by a man's bedside, and I know that it is difficult for him to close his eyes without waking up, and I am afraid that if I take a nap, the man will leave himself and go, so frightened that I dare not relax a little.

At noon, I went to buy some things that I needed in the hospital, and then went to buy a change of clothes for my brother, and when I came out of the mall after settling the bill, I saw a car driving over.

A casual glance, momentarily stunned, but the car body drove in front of me without hesitation, I stood in place for a long time and couldn't come back to my senses, but my heart was sour.

There are many possibilities for meeting after a long absence, and I think I am the least favored person by the god of romance in all romantic stories, so our encounter is that I still stand at a distance where I can only look up to him, even if it is close, and in his eyes, there will still be no reflection of me.

"Betty, Betty!" a car pulled up in front of me, and Darcy rolled down the window and waved at me.

I looked back at him, and he asked, "Hatareyoudoinghere?"

"buysomething."

Darcy was going to the hospital, so I handed him the things I had bought, and asked him to help bring them to my brother, and then searched the nearby pork rib soup shop with my mobile phone, wanting to buy something for my brother to replenish his body.

How can the body hold up like this, so it has to be supplemented.

As soon as I came out of the store, I saw a car parked outside the door, the window was rolled down, and inside was a person who had driven past me without blinking.

I lowered my eyes, then turned away, the car reversed a bit, blocking my way, and he turned his head and looked at me indifferently. I just looked at him for a moment and didn't look at him again, but looked away, but my hand couldn't help but clench the handle of the plastic bag in my hand.

Try to calm yourself.

"Come up. The voice was cold and indifferent, but it still had a commanding tone.

I turned my head and looked at him again, didn't speak, dodged my eyes a few times, and then ran up with something in my hand, God knows why I ran, even I don't know.

Just trying to escape something.

I didn't know how far I ran, and when I turned around, I was relieved to find that the car hadn't chased after me, but I was a little disappointed in my heart. People are really a very contradictory thing.

After Yuan Fang's accident, after she finished the operation, my father went back to City A to deal with the situation there, and my mother stayed at Yuan's house for the time being, and went in and out with Yuan's mother to see Yuan Fang.

In fact, I was afraid that Yuan's mother would not be able to stand it and something would happen.

I stayed in a hotel for the time being, not that the Yuan family couldn't live there, but I felt that the atmosphere there was too depressing, and I was afraid that I would become a walking corpse, so I decided to live outside.

As soon as I walked outside the hotel, the car that had not been chased just now appeared at the door of the hotel, I stood and looked at the driver's seat, but there was no one.

Maybe it's just like a car.

I didn't think about it anymore, I entered the hotel, went upstairs to my room, just swiped the door with my room card, but the door of the next room suddenly opened, and before I could react, I was pushed into the room violently.

"Bang" the door closed, and I was startled. In the room, because the windows are facing away from the sun, the curtains are closed, and the room card is not inserted into the electrical card slot, and the lights are not turned on, so the light is particularly dim.

I was only one step away from the man, but neither of them took that step to get close to the other first, and I couldn't see his face clearly, but the shape of the body was so familiar that my heart couldn't help beating rapidly.

I moved my fingers and tried to go to the door and insert the card into the electrical card slot, but before I could lift my hand, I was caught.

I struggled a bit, didn't struggle and gave up.

"Why don't you wait for me?" After a while, he finally spoke in a deep voice.

Why don't you wait for me?

He asked if he didn't wait for him to come back in Italy, or if I ran away before?

I'm not sure which time he was referring to, so I didn't answer him.

After about a minute, seeing that I was silent, he asked again, "Am I so untrustworthy?"

"Heh, what are you talking about?" I forced a smile, but I thought that he couldn't see it in such a dark environment, so I omitted the arc that I couldn't pull up.

"Why didn't you wait for me in Turin? I gave you the opportunity not to follow me, you chose to go with me, why did you sneak back?"

I still didn't speak, and let him hold my hand with more and more force, and he didn't say anything until it hurt.

"Dumb yet, speak!"

He waited for a while, saw that I was still silent, and suddenly snatched the room card in my hand and inserted it into the card slot, and the indoor light turned on instantly. I could see his emaciated figure and his clear, angry face.

"What do you say?" A long, long time ago, I had a lot of things I wanted to say to him, but when I turned on the phone again and again, without a single call or text message, I gradually forgot what I wanted to say to him before, and I don't remember a word anymore.

What does he want me to say?

"Do you finally hate me?"

"Hate? Why should I hate you?" How can I hate you? Everything has a cause and an effect, and if the moth goes to put out the fire on its own, how can it blame the fire for being merciless? If the fire does not have the ability to harm the moth, then it will not exist, and it will not even have a chance to be seen by the moth.

"Lying. ”

"Nope. ”

"Really?" he looked at me with a slight squint, and suddenly leaned over to his lips. Just as I was about to touch, I turned my head away, and he paused, then sneered, suddenly took my hand, and threw me onto the bed.

Rolled over and began to pull the clothes off my body.

"Don't do that. In a panic, I grabbed his hand to stop it.

He didn't listen or speak, grabbed my hands with one hand and pressed them against the bed above my head, unbuttoned my coat with the other hand, and pushed up my T-shirt underneath.

As soon as my hand touched my skin, it suddenly stopped. His fingertips slid lightly over a certain part of my lower abdomen, trembling slightly, and he asked in a low voice, "What's the matter with this scar?

I was slightly stunned, and I didn't resist and tried to break his hand away, but silently looked at the landline phone at the bedside, and didn't make a sound.

He asked, "When did you get hurt?"

I swallowed my dry throat for a moment, then spoke, and said calmly, "Not long ago, I had an operation. ”

"What surgery?" his voice sounded a little deep.

I was silent for a while before I said, "Ordinary minor illness." ”

"How did I not know?"

I returned, "How could you possibly know?"

He was silent and spoke no more.

"I'm currently ...... Can't ...... with you."

He let go of my hand, got up, and stood up.

I also got up, then sat down on the bed and started to get dressed.

I buckled the button slowly, and when I looked up, I saw that he was looking at me quietly, his eyes were complicated.

I didn't know how to talk to him, so I didn't say anything.

He looked at my abdomen again and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"