Chapter 45: Are You Serious?

The white walls of the lounge and the white light cast by the incandescent lamps on the roof at the moment cooperate to make people's complexions even paler.

Lu Shihan's face was as bloodless as a piece of white frost.

Wen Jiang locked his eyebrows, as if he wanted to stare out a hole in his body.

*

Before he left to go to the hospital, when he was still in the apartment, Wen Jiang had a lot of guesses.

She couldn't figure out why the person who was standing in the apartment just now and said that he was going to wait for her, ran to another place in a blink of an eye, was injured, and it was inconvenient to even answer the phone.

Someone died?

Definitely not, she doesn't believe and doesn't doubt in this direction.

Crippled?

Compared to a cold death, this is not a big deal, life is the most important, as long as you live, there is no difficulty that cannot be overcome.

She sat for a long time in the apartment staring at the handful of flowers that had been given away, thinking about the clothes that had not yet been sent.

The result of sitting and thinking is that even if it is because of basic "benevolence and morality", she should show her face and look at him.

After all, they have already sent flowers.

*

On the way here, Wen Jiang's car drove very carefully and calmly, almost without thinking about it.

At this moment, she stood at the door, and saw that the person who was inconvenient to answer the phone was alive and vigorous, and suddenly a nameless fire burst out from the bottom of her heart.

She stood still, not taking a step forward.

Lu Shihan's sentence "She has hands, her business, what do you do" came out, she even laughed.

The grim smile is hidden under the mask that covers the face, but the cold light that overflows from the exposed eyes still allows people to peek into one or two.

Helping him to be his crutch is her business?

It's funny.

Since it's her business, why doesn't she, the client, know?

She's going to have to figure it out.

*

Wen Jiang glanced at Fu Yansheng again, there was a third person, and she knew that she had to stand still.

Although she doesn't pay much attention to etiquette, righteousness and shame, she knows how to distinguish between occasions.

Fu Yansheng's face is about to catch up with the national brand.

Wen Jiang couldn't match his name with his face.

But Wen Jiang can recognize his face, which is equivalent to the face of the TV station, which often appears on the news anchor station.

Lu Shihan looked at her with insistent eyes, and his eyes were indifferent.

The four eyes confronted, Wen Jiang finally suppressed the thousands of troops and horses running wildly in his heart, gritted his teeth and approached him, and handed his arm over, put him under his right shoulder to set him up, and carried the infusion bag.

The fixed belt on Lu Shihan's left arm and the white bandage oozing blood were dazzlingly white, and they were so close that they shook even more and their eyes hurt.

Wen Jiang asked casually: "Can't die?" ”

Fu Yansheng frowned, feeling that this question was too impersonal.

Lu Shihan bent his intact right arm and rubbed Jiang's arm, as if comforting: "Okay." After hanging up this bag of medicine, I will go back. Is the fire in the house turned off? ”

Fu Yansheng, who was waiting to watch the play, raised his eyebrows, this is not your family or my family, but my family, the situation is not right. It's a little more complicated than he thinks.

Wen Jiang shook his eyes and shivered, and glanced at him again.

Wrapped around a cheaply sold bandage and said okay, thinking she was blind?

She exhausted her life to bite the words that ran to her mouth and wanted to throw them to him, gritted her teeth and asked word by word: "I am reluctant to burn my house." Where to get out of bed, to put it succinctly. ”

Lu Shihan paused for a moment, and seemed to think immediately before he came to a conclusion: "Bathroom." ”

Wen Jiang's face darkened a little: "There are a lot of things." ”

Lu Shihan didn't seem to hear it, and his face was as usual.

Then he told her: "When people are old, they are more troublesome than you young people." Open the door. ”

Apparently he heard it, and he heard it in his heart.

Fu Yansheng clenched his fist against his lips and coughed, he was a little uncomfortable watching this scene.

In a normal "romance film", one of the protagonists is injured, shouldn't the next plot be a heartfelt appeal, or you and me?

The "young man" sniffed Jiang's temples and jumped a few times, holding the infusion bag tied to the back of the "old man" Lu Shihan's hand, and pushed open the door of the independent bathroom connected to the side of the lounge for him.

Fu Yansheng didn't move forward, he quietly and automatically evacuated from the lounge when the protagonist of this "romance movie" entered the bathroom.

If he watched this play again, he couldn't afford to be shocked.

**

As soon as Fu Yansheng left, Wen Jiang unceremoniously grabbed Lu Shihan's waistband.

She lowered her gaze, stared at the zipper on his trousers, didn't ask him, and directly opened it for him: "Hurry up and solve it, go out when you're done, and get back some trouble." ”

Her calmness at the moment was a little cold.

Lu Shihan looked at her, his eyes were deep, and his pupils were dotted with paint.

Wen Jiang urged in a cold voice: "Do your best." ”

Lu Shihan glanced at the remaining liquid medicine line in the infusion bag, the indifference on his face retreated, and he squeezed up a little oppression, and he suddenly said to Wen Jiang: "Ask me how I was injured." ”

Wen Jiang raised his eyes to look at him impatiently, and his eyes were saying: Is there still a need to ask?

Lu Shihan stood in place and repeated: "Ask me." ”

Wen Jiang still confronted him, didn't move again, and his expression calmed down.

The long-term suffocating silence pervaded, so long that Wen Jiang saw that there was still a lot of liquid medicine left in Shicai, and after leaking the last drop, only the medicine was left along the infusion line and quickly decreased.

She frowned and re-zipped him up: "It's time to pull out the needle, get out." ”

The needle was pierced on the back of his right hand, and at the moment when he heard Jiang's words, Lu Shihan moved his left arm with a fixed strap, endured the pain of tearing, raised his right hand, and pressed the needle on the back of his right hand with his left fingers, and tore out the needle without a trace of hesitation.

There was still some blood on the thin needle, and some blood was coming out of the needle hole on the back of his right hand.

Bright red, glaring.

Wen Jiang's heart tightened.

She said it was time to pull out the needle, and he did so.

But instead of breathing a sigh of relief, she felt a pinching on a part of her body.

It made her gradually unable to control the fire in her heart.

From the moment she learned from the third person, he was supposed to stay in the apartment unharmed, and he was in the hospital, the fire slowly ignited in his body.

The flames were still weak before, and she didn't feel it.

At this moment, the fire burned her lungs and brought a burn.

She let go of her hand holding the medicine bag and threw it into the garbage basket on the side, the last of her composure drained with the sentence she was about to blurt out: "I don't want to know how I got hurt, I'm not a police officer, I don't need details of what happened." ”

She said: "Can you yourself tolerate the dullness of the sensory nerve endings to hurt your own hands, and expect me to be comforted by the wolf's heart and dog's lungs?" ”

She suddenly remembered that a few days ago, Lu Shihan wrapped her cut finger with a band-aid and said that let her remember the pain for a long time, and she would be able to take care of her hand next time.

She remembered, very well.

And what about his memory, his self-preservation?

Lu Shihan's left arm trembled, looking at her indifferent eyes, and her hand that shook a little.

He hesitated for many days and nights, and just wanted to take advantage of this accident, which was not an accident, to push her forward, but after only a moment's movement, she became vigilant.

It didn't seem like she was the one who sent the flowers, as if she felt that there was some flood beast in front of her.

It seems that her approach and her progress these days are all his mistakes.

The longer this silent tug-of-war continued, the more painful the wound on his arm became.

It's a little good after a long time, and it can overshadow the similar feeling of tearing other parts of the body.

Lu Shihan pushed open the bathroom door with his right hand and smiled: "You can still walk, right?" Get out. ”

Wen Jiang's breathing was not steady enough, and his chest was concussive.

He suddenly became indifferent from what he was trying to say, and she began to reflect on whether she was too cold and hard.

Lu Shihan walked out of the bathroom first, and Wen Jiang looked at his back from behind.

She moved her lower lip, gasped and asked, "Who hit your arm?" ”

Lu Shihan stopped and asked rhetorically: "You shouldn't ask first, does it hurt?" ”

His back looked thin from the angle she was standing at the moment.

Wen Jiang compromised, her own unexplained compromise: "Oh, does it hurt? ”

Lu Shihan stood in place, still with his back to her.

His tone was soft she had never heard before: "Wen Jiang, there is a question that I have wanted to ask since the day I entered your garage." ”

Wen Jiang listened carefully.

He said, "Do you mean anything serious about me?" ”

He didn't wait for Jiang to say anything, and continued: "It may be difficult to answer, so you take the opportunity to avoid it and hide." So, let me ask you another way, do you feel any pain now? ”

He laughed, Wen Jiang couldn't see his face, only his laughter.

With some self-deprecation, with some relief.

He continued: "I'm relying on myself to be older than you, so I'll open this mouth first." If you think it's sudden, there's no other way to gag me, and it may be too late. I think I was right to speak first. I thought you were in pain, but I had such a little bit of confidence, although not much. I hurt, and I think you'll feel a little bit of empathy. What do you think about me, are you emotional? Although I am older than you and have some shortcomings, people can still be trusted. ”

"If you move, don't be afraid, I will move too. You haven't moved yet, let alone be afraid, then I'm going to ask again, will you consider being tempted by the man in front of you in the future? ”

"Say something and let me live a little clearer."