I had just woken up from bed, and I hadn't figured out the situation yet, and my head was a little dazed.

I saw the infusion bottle above my head, and the bottom of the upside-down was bubbling up one by one, and the liquid was flowing down the infusion tube.

Until, my gaze touched a white hand with a precious boutique watch.

That hand, clutching my wrist.

It was so tight that it hurt me, but I also felt a warmth.

"Who is this, could it be Fu Huazheng? The watch is not like him, how dare he pull the hand of one of my girls? ”

"Is he fixing it for me?"

I moved, trying to withdraw my wrist, but as if sensing my movement, he slowly got up and looked up.

The eyes are facing each other.

I looked at the face and into one of his eyes, and the eyes were getting bigger and bigger, and the sockets were eroded by the memory.

In the depths of memory, the outline buried in the bottom of my heart came to my face!

It's still that face, but it's becoming more and more elegant, deep, angular and charming!

He moved his long eyelashes, deep eyes, and a fleeting color of water to look at me: "Liu Zijun, you finally woke up.."

He got up, took a bottle of black water from a row of blk on my bedside table, unscrewed it, and handed it to me.

"Drink it, moisten your throat first."

At that time, I looked at him, and the flood of memories poured out of my eyes.

"Zhong Pengfei..."

I shouted out the name that I had silently recited in my heart.

There was a 382-day period of ups and downs in my life, and during this time, except for the dark cage that wept like purgatory, it was all the warm boy sitting behind me.

I could see the outline of the sun when I turned my head.

The boy who suddenly disappeared during the darkest period of my life.

He grew into an elegant man.

A blue square-necked silk business shirt wrapped around the angular and healthy neck, where the man's Adam's apple rolled, and his dark eyes, looking at me, were full of deep and intelligent light.

I stared at him with straight eyes.

Through his gaze, I searched for his youthful appearance in my memories.

I can't believe it, 13 years old, the love letter in the early hours of that morning, the young man behind it, the memory, the reading recess, the dark road, the early morning of the Mid-Autumn Festival...

I covered my eyes tightly with the quilt and screamed.

Memories flowed down my beating heart, flooded my face, and soaked into the quilt.

It's so good, you're good, you're doing well, it's just too good for me to think it could be.

And I, living my life in a mess, living my life in pieces.

At that moment, I had a lot to say to him, and I wanted to say: You know what, how was I going to reply to that letter from you?

That autumn, that morning, what kind of fear did I endure, what kind of pain did I hide, and in what kind of state of mind did I sit at my desk and reply to your letter?

I ignored all the pain all over my body, and I wrote 2 letters back: one saying I liked you, and one saying I didn't like you...

In the end, I cried and tore them apart.

And yours, the one you said you liked me, but I was reluctant to tear it off, the paper was almost yellowed, and I kept it in my diary for many years.

Why don't you even wait, you have to say goodbye, you have to leave quietly.

I want to say, "You don't know how early I left that morning, I was like a happy bird, I wanted to see you quickly, I wanted to write you a reply immediately, and reply to you seriously..."

I want to say, "Do you know what I did when everything was irreparable?" I'm fantasizing about being able to redeem a little bit..."

I want to say: "That day, what kind of mood did I keep, what did I carry, I wrote and tore in the classroom, I was afraid and looking forward to your appearance, how nervous I was when I looked at the door of the classroom..."

I want you to appear, but I don't know how to face you.

But back then, why didn't you show up?

Before the incident, you left a simple love letter, and after the incident, you never left me a word again.

The teacher and the whole class, no one is curious: Zhong Pengfei, who is the second in the school, how can he say that he will leave?

On the same day, a message came from your grandfather, saying that you had something to do with your family and had temporarily returned to your home, and you should never go back to this school in the future.

I'll never go back to that school again.

Your departure made me unable to find it when I was young and ignorant, and I was powerless to pursue it.

Do you know how I got through that time?

After being ravaged by beasts, I almost wanted to kill myself.

I didn't dare to say anything, I didn't dare to tell my grandmother, my only beloved relative. I didn't dare to tell my teachers that I was going to be number one in that school, and I didn't have parents to tell me.

At the age of 13, I am apprehensive, fearful, sensitive, and vulnerable, and the you who have always made me feel at ease behind me are gone.

Like a frightened lamb, I went back and forth, my eyes trembling, my head and shoulders cowering, passing by the place where I had been ruined.

I was afraid that the image of sin would shake in front of my eyes, and I always dared not open my eyes in that place on that road, and I always held my breath tightly and ran through that place in one breath.

It was as if it could erase all my fears and struggles, pains and cries from the depths of my memory!

In order to go to school, I still have to get up early, I'm afraid of running into that brute again, the countless mornings of the remaining 1 year of junior high school, every morning when I have to leave, I will pin a pair of sharp scissors that I secretly came from my aunt's house, so that I don't dare to take a step, so that I don't dare to walk at night...

At that time, I thought, if you were here, would I be stronger?

For countless nights, I clutched the love letter you left behind, whimpering and screaming. I really want to reply to your letter...

I thought I was special to you.

You'll probably never know what happened to me that very early morning, right?

You'll never know, never...

All these words were silently buried in tears by me in the bedding on the hospital bed on my chest.

At that moment, he was so dazzling and dazzling in front of the hospital bed.

And sitting on the bed, I was so embarrassed and unbearable, and the fear and inferiority complex in my bones made me dare not say a word.

He sat next to him, silent.

Finally, I looked up, with red eyes, and I exchanged all the words I wanted to say for the simplest greeting in front of me, and I asked him with a smile:

"Zhong Pengfei, I haven't seen you for so many years, are you okay?"

"Is this a hospital? How did I get here? ”

"Why are you here? Have you become a doctor? But doctors shouldn't wear such overalls..."

…

Even though my eyes were getting wetter and wetter, he was still unhurried.

The white and beautiful hand quickly pressed my moving hand, and he was afraid that I would insert the infusion tube and the needle would collapse, so he gently pulled open the quilt I was pinching.