Lu Xun once said that tragedy is the complete shattering of beautiful things.

Beauty is always fragile, and people always remember the beauty of the past after it is broken.

Fang Ting's cry was filled with heartbreak despair and grievances, and her haggard face lost its former brilliance.

I realized that the girl who used to be spicy and generous, the girl with short hair and refreshing, the girl who always teased Diane and me, was so beautiful, so beautiful.

And in the process of shattering, she has to bear the pain of tearing, tearing heartbreak.

She's been tortured for too long, and she needs to vent so much.

God! She's just a girl! Why should a young girl bear the pain of this brokenness! Can she handle it?

On the hospital bed, Fang Ting's tearing cry almost made me unable to breathe in pain, and Dianne hugged her, and tears of sadness flowed out.

"Tingting, it's okay, it's all over." Dianne comforted her while crying, and the two girls cried and hugged each other, neither of whom wanted to speak again.

I silently exited the room, stood outside the door, and took a deep breath, the original feeling of brokenness was so suffocating.

And all this, is it because of me?

Is Fang Ting's fruit the cause of my planting?

Once again, I was stuck in a dead knot in my heart, struggling but unable to untie it.

"Xiao Nuan, your friend needs you to accompany her at this time, you can't mess with yourself first." Yun Xiyan could see the pain and struggle on my face, but she didn't know what the struggle in my heart was.

"Drug addiction, can it be restrained?"

"As long as her mentality adjusts well and cooperates with my conditioning, she will get better, and her body's dependence on medicine needs to be overcome by herself."

She was halfway through her words, but I understood that Fang Ting's drug addiction was more serious, maybe so serious that she couldn't control herself, so she fell into He Qiuhong's dirty trap and couldn't get out if she wanted to.

I was upset for a while, picked up a cigarette, and just lit it was snatched away by Yun Xiyan.

"Smoking is not allowed in the hospital, and you will smoke less in the future, it is not good for your health, and I will confiscate the cigarettes." Her tone was dissatisfied, but more like concerning.

Do doctors hate smoking?

"There are a few men who don't smoke, you see my brother Feng, what about the lay disciples, he still smokes, Sister Xiyan, don't tell me that your mate selection criteria include non-smoking, then there are not a few men left who can be screened this time, and it's not easy to live a single life."

I teased her, and tried to relax myself, and seeing Fang Ting made her feel better.

Yun Xiyan saw that I was back to nonsense, and said lightly: "If you can't find it, you can be single first, sister, I'd rather lack than abuse." ”

Oops, emotionally smoking men are all abusive in your eyes?

Let's go single! It is really the same heart as your master, and the next sentence that would rather be lacking than excessive is to be single until you are old.

But then again, a high-level and high-quality woman like Yun Xiyan is indeed easy to fall into older singleness.

I chatted with her for a few more words, and she asked me about Han Xun's identity, and I only said that it was a former friend from the rivers and lakes, and he came to me when he had no money, so I asked him to find a job.

Hehe, practicing martial arts is more poor, and now is the era of relying on money to speak, so those big doors are running their own industries, and many small portals, with the changes of the times, are basically because of poverty, and even martial arts are lost.

Even if it is a huge Daomen, there are many branch gates, which have disappeared because of lack of money and thin people.

Now is not the era of chest broken boulders, practice the family for several years, there is no means to make money, practice nothing can live, where to give you a place to break boulders on the chest. ¯▽¯

After chatting with Yun Xiyan for a few words, there were still many things for her to be busy in the entire medical hall, so I didn't bother much, straightened my mind, knocked on the door and entered the ward.

Fang Ting sat on the hospital bed, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, her eyebrows couldn't erase the melancholy of heartbreak, her face was so haggard that it was distressing, Dianne was feeding her porridge, she was immediately a little embarrassed when she saw me, and her eyes were evading.

Because last night, I saw too much of her unbearable past, yes, after last night, it was all in the past! People live in the present and can't be tortured by the past, Shen Lingyu is trying to come out, so can Fang Ting!

"Don't tell Chubby about this, okay?" Her tone was pleading, and she didn't have the pungent appearance of the past, but more like a poor girl who had been abandoned.

"You need someone to take care of you here, you need a flower messenger." I said with a smile, as if nothing had happened, Fang Ting was just sick and hospitalized.

She shook her head painfully, with tears in her eyes: "No, I can't see him anymore, please don't tell him... ”

After she finished speaking, she fell into pain and grievance again, and her tears couldn't stop flowing down, Diane quickly put down the porridge in her hand and wiped Fang Ting's tears.

This incident left a terrible nightmare in her heart, and now she can only be comforted by emotional stability, I promised her that she would not let Chubby know that she was hospitalized for the time being, maybe at this time, mentioning Chubby will make her heart more uncomfortable.

Is the friendship between the four of us going to be broken off because of this?

I think of that night, on the bridge across the sea, four bright smiling faces, frozen our constant affection, and I am sure that this affection will not be washed away by time with the yellowing of the photo.

I vaguely remember that day when I bumped into Diane in the locker room, a refreshing girl with short hair suddenly opened the door, and she said with a playful smile: "You go on." ”

Fang Ting, as long as you want, our friendship can continue, continue your cardamom years, and continue to let it bloom beautifully.

"Tingting, everything is over, you can recuperate in the hospital with peace of mind, and we will accompany you."

Diane comforted Fang Ting and fed her porridge, while I was busy buying a lot of daily necessities and fruits, now is not the time to laugh nonsense, I need to make Fang Ting feel as soon as possible, everything is as it was before, my friends are still there, she is still her.

Diane was in the hospital with Fang Ting all morning, and I went out to buy a few books at the right time, leaving space for the two of them, so that Fang Ting could talk to Diane more and vent the suffering she had endured during this time.

In the bookstore, I picked out a few relaxing women's magazines, and sometimes I think these women's stories are very unrealistic to read, but now I realize that when people are in a low point of emotional despair, these unrealistic stories will satisfy the comfort in my heart.

Existence is reasonable, and some things that are not close to reality always have a reason to make people demand.

I bought magazines and lunch, and when I returned to the hospital, Fang Ting was lying quietly on the hospital bed, her face was still haggard, and she didn't have the hearty smile she used to have, her eyes were red and swollen from crying, tears flowed too much, and her eyes were even a little dry.

"A flower, even if the branches are broken, as long as there is sunshine and soil, it will still bloom itself and return to the most beautiful moment, Fang Ting, we are your soil and sunshine." I put a pot of jasmine on the windowsill, which I bought on the way back.

After listening to me, Fang Ting looked at the jasmine in the sun, her melancholy eyes throbbed, the wind outside the window blew gently, the fresh fragrance of flowers wafted in the ward, and the fragrance of jasmine calmed her mind.

"Tingting, the flowers are so fragrant, you always say that we shouldn't raise fish in the bedroom, we should raise a pot of flowers, and always scare me to eat my little fish, this time when you are rested, we will take the flowers back, the little fish are sent to the hooligans, you always want to eat them."

Diane Anne told an interesting story about their bedroom, and Fang Ting also smiled faintly, but there was sadness in her smile.

I immediately picked up the conversation and said with a smile: "It's okay, Fang Ting, when the fish is delivered to me, I will stew it again, please try my craft." ”

"No, you're too salty." Fang Ting finally said a word, a sentence of our normal conversation, but her tone was a little weak.

Diane and I smiled at each other and looked at each other in tacit understanding.

I immediately shouted for lunch, Fang Ting didn't need Diane to feed her, she only ate a few bites, she ate very slowly, she seemed to have no appetite, I immediately gave Diane a look.

"Tingting, this is delicious, you taste it, don't let the stinky hooligans eat it all."

She understood and fed the vegetables to Fang Ting's mouth.

During a meal, Diane fed her while eating, and after the meal, her haggard face recovered a little bit of qi and blood, Diane took off her high heels and lay on the bed with her, looking at the circle of friends on the mobile phone together.

I cleaned up and walked out of the ward with the garbage, only to see a familiar figure walking over, which made me panic.