(a)

That night, you struggled with death in such severe pain and bleeding. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info you have been resisting its ferocious attacks, trying to keep your sanity awake.

You say to yourself in your heart, "I can't pass out, I have to get up." ”

You say to yourself, "I can't leave her alone in such a dark night, I can't cause her trouble, I can't let her be frightened and put in danger." ”

You say to yourself, "So, I've got to hold on, I've got to stand up." ”

That's how you fought death in front of me that night.

Since that night, you've been fighting the Grim Reaper in front of me like this.

Although you have no hope of winning the whole war, you have won and lost each battle.

But at the same time, as a battlefield, you are filled with gunsmoke and devastation after every battle. Everywhere there are ruins of destruction.

(b)

That night, you won again.

Just when I finally woke up from the initial shock and decided to go to the nearest house to call for help, you woke up.

Your gaze is back on me. When you call me by my name, I feel like I am being reincarnated, and everything is unrecognizable.

You struggle to roll over and fall to the ground on your back.

You said to me with all your might, "Don't go. ”

You said to me in a bloody voice, "Listen to me." ”

You have so hard saying these six words. Your voice doesn't sound like your voice at all.

As soon as you finished speaking, you choked on a massive surge of nosebleeds. You're suffocating.

A minute later, when I instinctively thought of lifting your head up, you finally came through your breath. You can't find your way in the excruciating pain, your hands fumbling in a daze.

I suddenly knew you were fumbling for a handkerchief. So I took out my handkerchief and handed it to you.

As you grab your handkerchief, you push me away again. You struggle again and say three words: "Don't come here." ”

That night was another eternal nightmare for me.

But I know that the real one in the nightmare is you. And in the midst of that nightmare, what you think about is my nightmare.

(c)

You say, "Don't panic. I'm fine. ”

You say, "It's not internal bleeding." It's just a nose injury. ”

You say, "Stand there." Don't come near me. Do as I say. ”

You say, "Towel, is there anything else?" ”

You say, "Wet the towel with the water from the jug and hand it to me." ”

Your voice and your own action as you deal with nosebleeds are constantly interrupted by sharp pain.

Several times you rolled on the ground in pain. You clung to the gaps in the granite slabs of the road in pain, and the muscles of your whole body trembled suddenly.

But you've been trying to talk to me as much as you can.

That night, in fact, it lasted less than ten minutes. Maybe it's only seven or eight minutes. In fact, I had no idea how many minutes it lasted. Because I think it's longer than a hundred years.

By the time it finally ended, I felt like I had died many times.

But the person who has really died many times is actually you.

(iv)

When the Grim Reaper finally lets go of you once again, you've reached the limit of your stamina.

You relax for a while, and then you get a little confused again.

You've stopped the nosebleeds for a while.

I don't know how you managed to control yourself to do it. But you just did it.

So, that night, I didn't get any dirt on my body except for a little blood that wasn't noticeable on the upper of my sneakers. But my handkerchief is soaked in your blood.

Later, you wash it many times, but the color of that blood has seeped into the innermost part of each yarn. It can't be washed in vain anyway. It just stayed there in such a shocking way. So you finally decided not to give it back to me, and you threw it away.

You told me that you couldn't find where you put it.

(5)

You're finally back on your feet.

At this point, you feel the pain all over your body caused by the fall.

You lean against a telephone pole and stand for a short time before you can start moving.

We lifted the bike up and you inspect it and find that it is damaged. The front handles were twisted, the steel rims on the rear wheels were no longer aligned, and the taillights and headlights were shattered.

Your own condition and the condition of the car at the time determine whether you can push it. So, you lock your car to the nearest fire hydrant.

When you bend down to do this, the pain in your body makes you fall to your knees again. You've tried a few times and you can't lock it. I took the lock from you, and I locked it for you.

When the keyhole clicked, I felt like I was finally alive.

(f)

We began to speak. I asked you why you fell just now, and what happened after you fell.

I'm worried about the extent of your fall, because you just looked so miserable.

You said that you just felt that there was glass slag in front of you before you braked suddenly, because the light was too dark, and you only realized it when you rode in front of you, so the brakes were too sharp. You said that you fell because the brakes were too sharp and the car was not in good condition recently. Because the fall was so sudden, I couldn't get up in pain for a while.

I don't believe that's what happened. Because you told me to get out of the car beforehand.

You know you're not making up your narrative well, and fiction has never been your forte. But your situation at the time dictates that you can't think too much.

I want you to go to the hospital no matter what, and I insist on accompanying you to the check-up.

And you said I should go home first anyway. You are anxious to say that time has been delayed.

We had a dispute over it.

In the middle of the argument, your nosebleeds start to flow again.

You can't continue arguing anymore, and you start looking for something to reprocess it.

You keep wiping it off, and it keeps flowing down. It looks like the bleeding won't stop.

That's what made me decide to follow your will and stop disobeying.

I help you, together trying to stop the bleeding. But you've always been careful not to get me too close.

Before we could make it, the front of your shirt was already a bloody mess. For a while, you had blood all over your face, in your mouth, on your hands, and on your sleeves.

When we asked it to stop again, I couldn't speak.

Later, you took off the bloodied garment. You turn it over and grab it in your hand. If you continue to walk in the night wearing it, you will be surprised if people can see it.

Because it's late and you're in the middle of a power outage, you have to take me to a safe place.

I look at your face, I can't argue with you. I just hope that after meeting your request, you can go to the hospital as soon as possible. I'm also starting to think that if I accompany you at this hour, maybe I'll get you into even more trouble.

As I walked, I begged you to give Director Wang or Kaohsiung or Teacher Chai or Liu Wenli, or anything else that you find convenient.

You said that it was already late, so there was no need to bother others.

You said you could go to the hospital yourself, you said you would go when you saw me go home.

You said tomorrow is the weekend and you can rest, so it doesn't matter.

When you get to the next few sentences, you're almost silent.

So, I have no choice, I can only obey you in everything. (To be continued.) )