There was no boundless darkness.

Chen Yang felt as if he had entered the deep sea, falling deeper and deeper.

And through the layers of sea curtains, he faintly heard some sounds.

"Miss, he has seen you make a move, this person must not stay."

"If Miss can't bear to do it, I'll help you pull out his pipe now."

"Wait."

"Uncle Liu, you go out first, I'll wait for him to wake up, and I still have something to ask him."

……

Drip, drip, drip......

I don't know how long it took, Chen Yang slowly opened his eyes.

He was lying in the hospital with a snow-white ceiling and an infusion tube in his hand.

"Awake?"

Ling Wei's voice suddenly came from the side, and she leaned back on a stool, as if she had been waiting here.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

Chen Yang covered his head and got up, realizing that his stomach was already wrapped in a thick bandage.

"It didn't take long, less than eight hours."

"Is it so short......"

"Don't move, I'll ask you a question."

Ling Wei leaned forward and looked at Chen Yang with a scrutinizing gaze.

"Last night, you knew it was dead, why did you stay?"

Chen Yang thought for a long time, and a dejected smile appeared on his face.

"I got divorced last night and had some more drinks, probably ...... Let's go drunk. ”

"Is that so?"

A hint of disappointment flashed in Ling Wei's eyes, and she stood up directly from her chair.

"You're lucky, Sun Biao didn't poke your artery at that moment, and you can be discharged from the hospital in the afternoon."

"I paid the hospitalization fee for you...... Good bye. ”

After speaking, Ling Wei turned around and left.

And at the moment she turned around.

Suddenly, Chen Yang took a deep breath and grabbed her hand.

"Ling Wei, wait."

"I'll be honest, I was here for you last night."

Chen Yang gritted his teeth, finally mustered up the courage, and said what was in his heart in one breath.

"I don't know how to explain it, although it's been ten years, I always remember you, I know it sounds ridiculous, I'm a man who is married and has children, I should be responsible for the family, but ......"

"But that's not the life I want at all!"

"Ever since you left, I felt like I'm in a cage, I don't like my job, I don't like my wife, I force a smile on everyone, but I haven't had a happy day!"

"Last night, when I saw you, I suddenly went crazy, I even thought it was okay to die there, and I was relieved when I died......"

For a moment, Chen Yang seemed to have returned to the moment when he stepped forward last night, his mind was very confused, his mouth was quick and clumsy to explain, desperately trying to express what he meant.

But suddenly.

Ling Wei put a finger to his lips.

"Don't say it, I understand."

She sat back down, a hint of guilt flashing through her eyes.

"I'm also at fault for all this, I shouldn't have said goodbye ten years ago, and the reason why I went back to Zhonghai this time is actually because I want to see you."

"Is that ......?"

A trace of warmth flashed in Chen Yang's heart, and then he asked her curiously:

"Where the hell did you go ten years ago?"

She shook her head slightly: "I am a descendant of the Ling family, and having this identity means that after I finish my studies, I must return to the family to practice national arts, and slowly take over the family's business." ”

"The Ling family? National art? Chen Yang's brows furrowed tightly, recalling the scene where Ling Wei killed in the box last night, "So in the past ten years, have you practiced kung fu at home?" ”

"Yes."

Ling Wei nodded: "It's not all at home, the Ling family controls the Dragon Gate, and there are many things to deal with outside." ”

"Okay."

Chen Yang nodded silently, and suddenly felt a huge gap between himself and Ling Wei in his heart.

Obviously, her family has a status and secrets far beyond her imagination, and Ling Wei's status in the Ling family is definitely not low.

And what about yourself?

A low-level social animal in his thirties.

There is neither the vigor of the young nor the wisdom and accumulation of the elderly.

Although it sounds like he is in the prime of life, it is actually the most tragic age of his life.

If he hadn't been divorced, he could still hide in the family harbor and be content with the ordinary.

But last night, he didn't even have a home.

He suddenly felt that he had no hope in sight, and that life was still a cage for him.

Therefore, Chen Yang suddenly came to say.

"Ling Wei, kill me."

"Huh?"

"You said last night that anyone who sees your shot will die."

Chen Yang's voice said indifferently: "I am destined to have no chance with you, and I have violated your taboo now, it just so happens that I am bent on death now, you might as well help me get rid of it." ”

When Ling Wei heard this, she was silent for a long time.

She didn't say anything to Chen Yang, "How can you do this?" "You have to cheer up!" "You have to be like a man!" Something like that.

Because, these are all, and they can only be used to coax young people.

Everyone is in their thirties, and they know very well how many pounds and taels they have in this life, how far they can go, and how big the waves they can make.

Ling Wei understood what Chen Yang was thinking, and after a long time, she spoke again.

"If I want to kill you, I can do it now."

"However, I want to give you another option."

"What?" Chen Yang turned his head.

Ling Wei's eyes moved.

"Cultivate the national art and join the Dragon Gate."

As soon as the eight words came out, Chen Yang was stunned for a moment, and directly sneered.

"People start to build a foundation when they practice martial arts at the age of three, and I'm in my thirties now, and I haven't even killed a chicken, so you told me to start practicing national art now?"

Ling Wei frowned: "You are not even afraid of death, are you afraid of starting over again at the age of thirty?" ”

In a word, it directly poked into Chen Yang's heart.

There was another silence, and he bit his lip.

"Okay, I'll think about it."

"I'll wait for you." Ling Wei got up neatly, picked up the pen on the bedside, and wrote down a number in Chen Yang's hand.

"If you think it through, call me."