Pushing open the door of the bar, he barely stood still holding on to the door frame.

Ooh! How could there be so many people in the house? Sister Yun and Rong Rong are very busy.

Rong Rong looked up and saw Lin Yang, she was stunned for a moment. Then immediately put the tray in your hand on the table. Asked with resentment.

"What did you do? Why haven't you come back until now? ”

Lin Yang shivered with coldness, beat his spirit, stood up straight and tried to restrain his voice from becoming trembling, so that Rong Rong would not realize that he was very weak.

"Oh, I'm going to buy medicine."

He thought that his understatement would satisfy Rong Rong, he thought that his body was okay, and he could pretend that nothing had happened in front of Rong Rong, and swaggered into the small warehouse.

Apparently he was overestimating himself, his expression was not at all natural, his movements were strangely stiff, and he had just taken a step forward, his legs were almost unconscious. Nearly slumped to the ground, he immediately clung to the doorknob. The door shook a little under his tug. There was a snorting sound.

Rong Rong looked at him sideways and blinked, as if she had noticed his strangeness at this time.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you still standing at the door and not coming in? ”

Lin Yang deliberately straightened up again, putting all the only spirit on his face, and barely squeezed out a smile full of care.

"I'm fine, I'm just a little uncomfortable with a bar with so many people at once! A little flattered, huh! ”

I don't know what's wrong, why didn't Rong Rong, who has always been very careful, not find the pain that Lin Yang wrote on her face today.

"Well, then don't be lazy."

As she spoke, she picked up the tray on the table and slapped it heavily into Lin Yang's arms.

"Hurry up and go to Sister Yun's place to serve wine to the guests, today there is a company doing team building in our bar, and it is the first time that so many people have come, and we are too busy."

"Hmmm! I've seen it. ”

It's rare that Rong Rong is deliberately excited today, Lin Yang doesn't want to ruin her fun, her tray just slapped on the wound on his stomach, and he can endure it no matter how much it hurts.

"Good!"

Although he said this, he just wanted to go back to the small warehouse immediately, and the purpose of his struggle for the night was to save the ghost brother who was lying in it with a high fever.

Such a simple thing, in the face of the current situation, I don't know why it's not good to speak directly.

He tried his best to release the doorknob and took a step forward, his legs were limp and weak, his feet were like stepping on mud, he couldn't lift up, and he couldn't stand steadily. The body shook, but fortunately she held Rong Rong's shoulders and didn't fall.

Rong Rong had already turned around and wanted to walk to the bar, but she didn't realize that Lin Yang would suddenly press on her shoulder. She didn't look back, Lin Yang gasped on her shoulder, and the hot and humid breath baked her sensitive ears.

She was at a loss, and suddenly panicked, her whole face gradually reddened, and her heart pounded wildly. The little excitement almost made the soles of his feet breathe fire, turning into an iron-armed Astro Boy wearing only briefs, and the rhythm of going to the sky every minute.

However, the occasion was peaceful, and no one needed him to save him. She needed a jar of refrigerant herself. After calming down for a while, he had the courage to look back at Lin Yang.

But Lin Yang's painful face made her feel stunned, the situation didn't seem to be right, and the thoughts that she shouldn't have disappeared all of a sudden. Busy asked.

"What's wrong with you?"

Lin Yang couldn't pretend anymore, his eyes had begun to blur gradually, and the familiar Rong Rong's face had become strange.

"Quick, quick, help me to the small warehouse!"

Rong Rong turned around and held Lin Yang's armpit with her hand, only to find that his white shirt was covered with blood.

"Ahh What the hell is wrong with you. ”

Her face changed color, and her face was frightened and pitiful.

Lin Yang shook his head and pointed weakly, "Small warehouse!" ”

Rong Rong was at a loss, so she had to carry his armpit on her shoulder, walking crookedly like a bar.

Sister Yun had just come back from delivering beer, and she saw them staggering over.

"What's wrong? Who are you helping? ”

Despite only walking a few steps, coupled with anxiety, Rong Rong was already out of breath.

"Quick! Sister Yun, Lin Yang is injured! ”

"Ahh Get him in his room! ”

Sister Yun threw the tray on the bar counter, and hurriedly supported Lin Yang's other shoulder, the intentions of the two people were obviously not unified, Rong Rong complied with Lin Yang's last wish and wanted to get him to the small warehouse, Sister Yun was worried about Lin Yang and wanted to get him to her room, and the two of them pulled Lin Yang in front of the bar and turned around.

"Go to the warehouse!"

"Go to my room!"

In the end, Rong Rong couldn't resist Sister Yun, maybe he also thought that it would be more appropriate to get Lin Yang to Sister Yun's room.

The two of them helped him to the corner, but after a few steps, the uncle who had been with Sister Yun before, I don't know when he came, stood behind them and asked out of concern.

"What are you doing? What happened to the little brother? ”

Sister Yun glanced back at him and wanted to speak, maybe she thought that getting Lin Yang into the house was more important than greeting this uncle, so she didn't speak, and only threw him a look that the uncle seemed to understand. Then he and Rong Rong dragged Lin Yang into the small door in the corner.

When she entered the door, Rong Rong wanted to get Lin Yang on the sofa, and Sister Yun dragged him vigorously into her room.

Rong Rong didn't stop her, so she had to let go of Lin Yang gently, Sister Yun glanced at her, and dragged Lin Yang into the house alone and put him on her big bed.

After lying down, Lin Yang was already unconscious, and he didn't know what the two girls had done to him along the way.

He was like getting drunk for the first time, like fainting for the first time, and like dreaming for the first time. Weak and fluttering, as if sitting on a cloud.

His head was white, there was a fog all around, his body was full of sweat, and his heart was on fire. Lying on the bed, the bed was shaking, there was wind around him, and the cold wind of Chiguoguo was biting.

He leaned sideways and hugged a quilt, desperately burrowing into the quilt, the more he went in, the colder it became, as if the quilt was full of ice. He felt like a frozen fish, a frozen corpse.

He panicked in his heart, he was afraid that he would really die like this, and what he longed for, what he missed, and what he was reluctant to give up would become the regret of his life, accompanying him to another unknown world.

Is that life the same as this life? He is still a wild child who has been poked in the back, without warmth and affection, abandoned in a forgotten corner, suffering from the white eyes of those who have been eroded by the world.

He was slower to burrow into the quilt, and he subconsciously felt that it was useless to do so, and it was still cold ahead, and it was getting colder and colder. His thoughts seemed to be frozen, slowly becoming dull.

My breathing slowed down, I was suffocating in the quilt, and I wanted to struggle but I didn't even have the strength to lift my arms. He regretted it, he shouldn't have been drilling into it all the time, why did he think it would be warmer inside than outside?

He wanted to shout, but his voice stayed in his throat, his vocal cords were already in arrears, and he didn't want to serve him anymore. He stared at him in a hurry, but he could only see the darkness in the quilt.

He simply closed his eyes, and his head was white. When I opened my eyes, it was still dark under the covers. Open your eyes, close your eyes.

The white in the mind and the black in the quilt alternate repeatedly. The eyes are being opened and closed faster and faster, and the black and white are alternating faster and faster. Faster, and in the end it simply turns into a fast lightning.

Brush! There was no thunder, and a door with a white light opened in the darkness. He stared at it as the door began to move slowly, closer and closer to him, closer and closer. He longed to go into the light behind the door and see what was there.

Suddenly, the door began to accelerate, and in an instant he passed through the blinding door, the light was too strong for him to close his eyes and immediately open them.

The familiar mountains and familiar courtyards slowly appeared in a white background, like an island rising from the sea.

He stood at the door of his room as he had done the morning before he went down the mountain, looking back at the familiar door. A slight relief rose in his heart.

This is what it feels like to really go home, he turned around excitedly, the door of the cold room was closed, he wanted to rush over excitedly, but he just raised his leg and stopped in shock.

The scene of that day reappeared in front of me, as if the relationship between them had changed since that day. Is it resentful that he is not willing to give even a parting hug?

It seems that no, yes, there was not a pure sister-brother relationship between them from the beginning, as if since the day they lived together, it was destined that one of them would always get out of this cage maintained by lies.

He just didn't expect this person to be himself, why him? Shouldn't the best choice be an aunt?

He looked at his aunt's door again, it was also tightly closed, and the whole courtyard was lifeless, completely different from what he had done before he went down the mountain.

Why is that? He always thought that this was the last glimmer of hope for him to return, but now he saw that this place that once contained him no longer had warmth to give him.

He completely regretted it, why did he have to be so persistent in the first place, and he cared so much about blood and family affection to bring him spiritual relief?

When I secretly heard my aunt's confession, I just walked away quietly, and the person who broke in should not be him.

The scene is vivid, he leans against the door in despair, his heart hanging in the air with blood dripping.

Creak!

The door behind him slowly opened, Lin Yang wiped a handful of tears, and when he looked back, a familiar face appeared in the door.

Han Bing, it was the sister Han Bing that he had always longed to see and restrain to see, she was smiling at her, changing her cold expression in the past, and looking at him enthusiastically and smiling.

"I knew you always had to come back."

Hearing her speak to herself cordially again, he was actually at the door, flattered and didn't know what to do.

Han Bing took the initiative to come out of the door and hold his hand.

"What's wrong? You've been away for too long, have you forgotten about me? Why don't you come in when you're back? ”

Lin Yang was involuntarily led into the house by him, and was pulled straight by him to the big bed he was familiar with.

The quilt he had always used was neatly placed on the bed, the same folded as when he left, as if it had never been touched.

Han Bing sat on the bed generously and patted the side of the bed generously.

"What are you waiting for? Come and sit! ”

Lin Yang stood still and didn't move, knowing that Han Bing in front of him was not real, all this was just his own beautiful dream.

But he still couldn't help but ask, "What about my aunt?" Where did my aunt go? ”

He stopped it again, since it was a dream, why not make this dream better.

"Can I give you a hug?"

As soon as the words came out, his eyes immediately returned to a white expanse, and he blinked vigorously.

The pink wall gradually became clearer, and a pink chandelier above his head was still shining, this environment was very familiar to him, and he just saw Rong Rong lying on the side of the bed.

After thinking about what happened last night, he probably remembered the details of the before and after injuries until he was placed on this bed.

Probably Rong Rong next to him guarded him all night!

He got up, and his stomach cracked like a pain, and this was not the first time he had felt it, and the location of the wound seemed to be right next to the wound last time.

He frowned, slowly turned his body sideways, and accidentally got the corner of the quilt on Rong Rong's face, but he didn't know it.