The feeling at home is much better than in the hospital, I don't have to worry about a nurse suddenly opening the door every day, I don't have to worry about someone coming to check the room every night, and I don't have to feel disgusted by Ouyang Ze coming to pull the quilt corner for me in the middle of the night...

But there's always one thing I can't let go... Wu Yao, the last man I saw before I was pushed into the operating room was his, but when I woke up, he disappeared and gave me back the little white pigeon. What exactly does this mean, and what is his purpose in doing so? I don't know.

"Xu Shaohui, do me a favor."

Although I have been discharged from the hospital, I am still a patient, so they will take everything I say to heart, and when faced with what is told to them, they will also run to complete it.

During the day, Ouyang Ze was driven to work by Xu Shaohui, and only at night did he have time to come and see me. Therefore, he and Chris Tao were the only ones at home during the day.

"Say, what's the matter?"

Xu Shaohui is the kind of person who can't be idle, and the first two days after I came back were still with me from morning to night, doing nothing, just talking to me, but now...

Both of his eyes were fixed on the computer screen, and although his ears were straight, the sound he received came from the computer's loudspeaker. At this time, he is like an underage child addicted to online games, how can he still have the heart to listen to what I have to say.

"Go somewhere for me, give this to Wu Yao, and ask him why he didn't say goodbye."

I have always kept that little white pigeon in the closest place to my body, for fear of being seen by Ouyang Ze. Now that we are in the Cold War stage, he is very sensitive to everything about me, and I think I am contacting Wu Yao when I make a phone call. If he sees this little white pigeon, he will probably go crazy again.

"yes, okay."

Probably because the magic of the game is too great, so Xu Shaohui agreed without thinking about it, and his tone was as if he was telling me: Don't disturb me to play the game.

But then, his brain seemed to suddenly turn around, and the two hands tapping on the keyboard gradually decreased in frequency, and his face slowly turned red and green. It seems that he has sensed that something is not right.

"Stop, stop, tell me again, where do I go? Who are you bringing this thing to? ”

Xu Shaohui put down the laptop on his lap, let the game on the computer still work, and the sound of the characters fighting continued to play from the computer loudspeaker, but his rational brain was able to resist these temptations, so he walked firmly to my bedside.

Looking at his face full of question marks, there are some things I should tell him, let him know the cause and effect of why Ouyang Ze and I are like this, so that he can understand me and understand the reason why I have a cold attitude towards Ouyang Ze...

"Smack! Yes! Hey! ”

The sound of computer games was still playing, and the whole room echoed with the sounds of characters fighting each other in computer games. Using such background music to tell the tragic story with Ouyang Ze is indeed not so appropriate.

In order to let Xu Shaohui hear clearly and know clearly, I told Xu Shaohui in detail about every detail, even the sound I made when I lay on the door told Xu Shaohui, but his face was numb, except for the slightly tense brow, the expression on his face did not change much.

"Ouyang Ze is treating you as a stand-in for that Qing?"

"I don't know, but I guess it is."

In an instant, Xu Shaohui seemed to understand everything, and the whole person seemed to be instructed by Jesus, and the fog also dissipated completely after that slight point.

"I see, I see what he means."

Xu Shaohui nodded thoughtfully, muttering something in his mouth, but it seemed that he was just talking to himself, not trying to tell me.

"What do you understand?"

He ignored me, still nodding vigorously. The folds on his pursed lips seemed to be planning some kind of delicate plan.

Then he took the little white dove from my hand and got up to go out.

"Okay, I'll go find him, you wait for me."

With that, he turned and left. Looking at his thick shoulders, as well as his vigorous figure and firm steps, I suddenly felt that I believe that he must not be wrong, he must be the person who is willing to help me, who is willing to give everything for me...

Even at home, it is inevitable to wait, waiting for Xu Shaohui's return, waiting for the good news coming out of his mouth, waiting for the sun to rise and set, waiting for Ouyang Ze's return...

Xu Shaohui went out in the morning, but it had been a whole day, and he still hadn't come back, and his phone was always turned off when he called. I always have a bad premonition, and there is always an uneasy fawn jumping in my heart. He, it can't be that something happened.

"Bang!"

When the door was opened, I thought it was Xu Shaohui who had returned, and it was he who brought the news I was waiting for. However, when he saw the man's face clearly, his originally excited mood fell into a trough.

"What about Xu Shaohui and others?"

“…”

I didn't answer him, just silently looked out the window at the already dark sky, at the stars on the black curtain and at the brilliant lights of the city in the distance.

"You're still ignoring me... Why? I've already explained why you still don't want to pay attention to me? ”

I didn't look at his face, but I could guess his broken state of mind when he was holding my left hand tightly to convey the hot temperature of his body, and when his tone trembled slightly.

"Although the broken mirror can be reunited, there is still a crack in TMD. Do you think that the love between two people must be perfect and will not leave scars? What's more, it's our kind of love that is not love..."

I still didn't look at him, because I was afraid, afraid that my heart would tremble when I saw him, afraid that I would soften my heart because of his tears, and even more afraid that I would see the Qing he loved the most in his eyes, and see the Qing living in his heart...

A bright moon hung high in the clear night sky, and the bright moonlight poured into every corner of the room, and the cold temperature also changed his body temperature and the strength of his hands...

His hand relaxed little by little, until I could no longer feel the warmth of his palm, his excited tone, or his rapid breathing.

When I turned my head to look at him, he was crying, crying helplessly...

I hate to see men cry because in my opinion it's spineless, cowardly behavior...