Chapter 58

"Going to the Soup and Fire" / Call me Meow

In my life, the most feared thing is not being able to meet someone who makes you have the urge to go to the soup.

Chen Ziang's body is recovering well, and when he is fine, Yao Qian will push him to the park downstairs to take a break and bask in the sun. In the early autumn weather, she was always worried that Chen Ziang would catch a cold. A blanket was placed on his legs, and he stopped from time to time to cover it.

In just one month, she had become accustomed to how to take care of him. Half-hunched, the breeze gently stroked the hair around her ears and swayed the hem of her skirt. Chen Ziang's heart warmed slightly, and he suddenly raised his hand to hold her.

"What's wrong? Is there something uncomfortable? Yao Qian looked at him nervously, and her slender hand naturally held him back.

Chen Ziang shook his head and tugged at the corners of his mouth to indicate that he was fine, "Coriander, find a place to rest for a while, okay?" ”

"Okay." She smiled slightly and led him in the direction of the bench.

The sun outside is bright and not dazzling, and it shines on people's bodies to create a burst of warmth. Chen Ziang's complexion is getting better day by day, but there is still some moderation and taboo in diet, the clothes on his body are a little empty, and the whole person has lost a lot of weight.

"Coriander, what are you looking at?" Chen Ziang's eyes flashed, and Yao Qian's gaze at him was too focused, which made him a little unbearable.

"Look at you, don't you know?" She teased him.

"Yes." He answered, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

He liked to look at her more and more like this, to smile quietly like this, and to tease her calm heart with ease. He held her hand tightly and put it in his arms, "Coriander, I sometimes have a feeling that we have lived most of our lives. ”

A slight heartbeat from his chest reached her fingertips, and the ring in his blouse gripped her palm. His face began to flush a little, and the corners of his thin lips were smiling slightly.

Sometimes, she also had a feeling as if they had finished their lives; Sometimes, she also had a feeling as if they had never been separated.

She closed her eyes, and he stroked her face with those large, warm hands. He carefully and carefully stroked her facial features, from the corners of his mouth to the tip of his nose to his eyebrows, he also closed his eyes and quietly traced her appearance in his heart.

Halfway, he slowly opened his eyes, watched a leaf fall on her hair with the wind, he reached out to pick it, and then looked at the leaf and said stunned: "Aqian, if I can't find you again, or it won't be long before I forget what you look like." ”

The hand he held on to hers gradually increased in force. Yao Qian's head turned slightly sideways, his gaze stayed on his face, and his tone was a little low and a little discouraged: "It's good that you forget, so there will be no sadness." ”

He nodded in agreement. But when Yao Qian lowered his head, he smiled silently, there was a hint of comfort in his smile, and there was some indescribable pride, "Corian, people's memories are limited." Seven years, we still remember each other's all; Ten years from now, twenty years from now, will we still remember? ”

He said: "Human memory is also selective, and happy memories are always shallower than painful memories. We are always quick to forget the happy things and remember the painful memories. Croriander, if you have to characterize the memory about you, I want it to be happy and happy. ”

Chen Ziang unbuttoned his shirt in two and took off the ring around his neck. The diamonds in the ring sparkle in the sunlight. He took her hand, put the ring on the ring finger of her left hand, and opened his thin lips lightly, and he said softly in a bewitching voice: "Aqian, if I can't find you, I'd rather forget all the memories of you after a few years." ”

He is not good at talking about love, but he can always tell love words vividly and in a roundabout way. Yao Qian's face was crimson, and she looked at him blankly, she had once worn another man's ring on her ring finger, Lu Zhao didn't say such a thing to her at that time, at that time Lu Zhao only asked her, "Marry me, okay?" ”

When she married Lu Zhao, she fantasized that if she hadn't broken up with Chen Ziang, if the person who proposed marriage was Chen Ziang, would he be like Lu Zhao and ask her, "Okay?" ”

All of this seemed real and illusory, and she felt that her brain was a little dull. Chen Ziang looked at her with a slight smile, his eyes were open, without a trace of fear and hesitation, he stared at her and said, "Coriander, do you like it?" ”

She gently wrapped her hand around his waist and buried her head in his arms, his hand in front of her eyes, and the ring on his hand was hers

"I've been married, don't you mind at all?" ”

He caressed her face tenderly with that hand and said softly, "I mind." ”

Her body paused for a moment before she heard him answer slowly, "I don't mind if I didn't protect you well and let you suffer so many years of grievances." ”

Tears welled up in her eyes, she buried her face in his blouse, wiped away the water on her face, blew her nose, and said, "I have a five-year-old child, don't you mind?" ”

Sensing her changing emotions, Chen Ziang's eyes darkened, and his face became a little heavier, "I like her very much." ”

She should be happy, but she frowned in his arms, "I can't have children for the rest of my life, don't you mind?" ”

He touched the hand on her face and trembled slightly, she could feel it, but he still replied to her lightly, "Coriander, I really don't mind." ”

I don't know how long she stayed in his arms, she felt a little dull, got up and pushed him back to the inpatient department, "Let's go back, it's time to change the wound dressing." ”

She took him back to the hospital room, helped him onto the bed, put a pillow behind him, and covered him with a blanket. She scrubbed him clean and called for paramedics for him. She sat on the side and watched as the nurse scrubbed his wounds and changed his dressings. During this period, Chen Ziang kept looking at her, his gaze almost swallowed her, she only glanced at her, and then lost her courage.

She took his change of clothes and hid in the bathroom alone. Chen Ziang likes to be clean, he will change one or two sets of clothes every day, he doesn't like strangers to wash his clothes for him, so every day Yao Qian will wash his clothes in the interval between his dressings.

There was water in the washroom, and the water was so loud that it completely blocked out the sound outside. She kept her head down, washing her clothes, the ring on her finger glowing in the light, and she tried to distract herself, but she kept staring at the ring without moving.

After a long time, there was a knock on the door, and she came to her senses and accidentally knocked over the basin on the ground, and Chen Ziang's clothes were scattered on the ground with water.

She looked at the ground in a panic, then looked up at the nurse outside the door, smiled weakly, and then crouched down to pick up the clothes on the ground.

Miss Nurse walked in and squatted down with her, "I'll help you." ”

"Thank you."

"I'm sorry, I scared you, I wanted to tell you that Mr. Chen is looking for you." The nurse looked at Yao Qian apologetically, picked up all the clothes for her, and then left.

When Yao Qian went out, Chen Ziang was already halfway out of bed, he was supporting the table with one hand and supporting the wheelchair with the other. Half of his body was hanging in the air, and before Yao Qian could come back to his senses, he had already fallen to the ground.

He sat there, frowning in pain. Yao Qian trotted forward and wanted to help him up, but she was pressed by her, he raised his lowered head and stared at her tightly, "Ah Qian, are you hiding from me?" ”

Yao Qian's heart hurt fiercely, and her brain was numb and she couldn't think. I could only reflexively look his body up and down, until I was sure that he was not injured, and then I breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, he took her into his arms, pillowed her on her shoulder, and said, "Coriander, I'm very uncomfortable. ”

"I'll call a doctor." She was anxious to get up.

"I don't want a doctor." His face became more and more gloomy, and even began to turn abnormally pale, "Aqian, you are married, you have a child, and you can't have any more children, I don't mind." ”

She could feel the temperature on his body more and more, he hugged her tighter, and whispered in her ear: "I don't mind, but Aqian, do you believe me?" ”

Yes, she doesn't believe it.

Chen Ziang fainted on top of her, and Yao Qian went crazy and looked for a doctor everywhere. When the red light in the operating room came on, she sat down on the floor.

Holding her arms curled up on her knees, she stared blankly at the running medical staff, and the wound on Chen Ziang's left leg collapsed and bleed heavily. He was really in pain, but before he went into the operating room, he was questioning her if he didn't believe him.

"Coriander, are you alright?"

Someone was calling her.

Yao Qian raised his eyes in a trance and glanced at the man in front of him, and called his name uncertainly, "Lu Zhao? ”

Lu Zhao, who was dressed in a white coat, reached out and helped Yao Qian up from the ground, let her sit on the chair next to her, and looked at the closed operating room, "It's me, I'm already working here." Why are you here alone? What about Chen Ziang? ”

He had just been transferred to Q City for a few days and was coming out of the ward. After a busy day, before I had time to eat dinner, the whole person was also haggard.

"He..."Yao Qian turned her head slightly, tears fell, she hugged her head, breathing tiredly, "I hurt him." ”

"What's wrong? What happened? Lu Zhao gently hugged her, his brows furrowed.

Yao Qian closed his eyes and replied slowly: "He fell off the bed, and the wound on his foot was cracked. ”

She sorted out her emotions, gratefully pushed Lu Zhao away, leaned on the back of the chair, bit her fingers tightly, and her eyes kept falling on the red light in the operating room.

Lu Zhao sat on the side with her, looking at the ring on her finger, the look in his eyes froze, and the hand holding her shoulder gradually became weaker, and then comforted her: "It's okay, believe him." ”

"Well, thank you, Lu Zhao." 166 Reading Network