The dark sky was filled with a blur of black and gray. Occasionally, the moon showed half of its face in the clouds, and then it shrank back behind the clouds. There were not many stars, but the few stars that fell beside the moon made it lonely.
The night sky has a little more vitality.
You Poyun stood closest to the window and had just finished smoking the cigarette in his hand. He raised his head to look at the two people who were in a stalemate. He put his hands into his trouser pockets and spoke slowly: "The meeting is almost over. I
I’m hungry too. Let’s go down and eat something first.”
Ji Quelei and Ou Jiajing heard the hint in You Poyun's words and stood up from their seats one after another and walked towards the door. Only Tong Qing was still leaning against the wall next to Geng Yuhuai's bed, showing no intention of moving.
"Tong Qing." You Poyun walked to the door and called out again. Tong Qing remained motionless, just looking at a pair of people who were half lying down and the other standing blankly with a look on their faces.
With his body stuck beside Geng Yuhuai like a telegraph pole, You Poyun sighed secretly and turned back, pulling Tong Qing up and walking out: "Let's go eat!"
"I'm not hungry." Tong Qing smiled half-heartedly.
"I'm hungry, can you eat with me?" You Poyun sighed. Did he really not understand? He just wanted to stay here to watch the show. Tong Qing didn't seem too worried about Geng Yuhuai's injury.
, not only him, maybe Que Lei and Jiajing are not too worried, because they know Yu Huai's endurance and physique. But he is the only one who knows Geng Yu Huai's current situation best. The bleeding cannot be controlled, even if the plasma is supplemented, but after all, the blood is not
It's not his own. He is indeed much more energetic than when he first arrived, but in reality? His body will only get worse without being able to control the bleeding.
In fact, the most ideal approach is to conduct "fire treatment" in advance, but the bone injuries on his body are dangerous. He has communicated with Mr. Liu many times in private, but ever since Mr. Liu went to the guard to see You Wan, he has been
Locking himself in the room, he didn't know what price he and Youwan talked about when they asked for this "antidote", which made him hesitate so much.
For Huai, the further back he goes, the more dangerous he will be. So I communicated with Yu Huai this morning. I hope that no matter what, I will make an early decision. Delaying time will not really solve the problem. Yu Huai is not an ordinary person. He knows his own destiny.
The body was also aware of the crisis it was facing. He only asked him one sentence: "What is the chance of surviving after the 'fire treatment'?"
How much?
You Poyun has never faced such an inquiry with such bitterness and helplessness.
When I was in Africa, the local natives were bitten by "Norro". If it was not on the vital part, if they were treated with "fire therapy" within ten hours, the chance of survival would be 80%. If it was more than 24 hours, they would survive.
The chance is only 60%, but he is still worried about it~ His injury is on the chest, and it must have been more than 200 hours since the injury. Even if his physical condition is better than ordinary people, and he has replenished plasma in time, he can survive the injury, but it has been delayed until this time
Without treatment, the chance of survival is barely even 50%.
Yu Huai's question was also very direct. He asked about "the probability of survival", not the probability of "recovery", which shows that he already had some confidence in his heart.
But the answer he gave him at that time was: "70%!"
He didn't want to deceive, he just hoped that such an answer could give Geng Yuhuai a little mental support.
After listening to this, Geng Yuhuai just smiled and nodded, but his eyes were full of compassion and concern. After a long silence, he said: "If I have any shortcomings, Poyun promises me to help me take care of it."
Hua Yu leaves here and sends her to a safe place."
Such an explanation was like a last word, which only made You Poyun seep out of power and despair deep in his heart.
"Okay, take her there yourself. I'm not used to taking over my brother's woman." He deliberately refused and excluded her.
Geng Yuhuai just smiled indifferently and sadly, but did not refute, because he knew that as long as it was his request, You Poyun would not really refuse. And given that Poyun likes wandering and has a little knowledge of medical skills, this arrangement is currently his
I can think of the best arrangement for the language of flowers.
Tong Qing was finally dragged out of the house by You Poyun. Before leaving, he did not forget to wink at him and hint at her, but Geng Yuhuai was unable to respond to his teasing. When he saw her, he could no longer touch her with his eyes.
meet other eyes.
The door closed behind Lianyi. The quiet sound of a pindrop could be heard in the room.
The sound of the heartbeat vibrated violently in the eardrums, and Lianyi subconsciously used her hands to hold down the violent heartbeat in her chest.
"Are you going to stay so far away from me and stand and talk to me?" He was half-lying. If there weren't tubes of all sizes inserted all over his body, he wanted to go over and hug her hard, and hug her with all his strength.
The warmth, but he couldn't. Maybe even looking at her after tomorrow would be a luxury.
Finally, she slowly walked towards him, moving closer to him inch by inch. She walked so slowly that every step she took seemed to have boulders as heavy as a thousand catties on her feet, but she finally walked in front of him.
Stopping beside the bed, her fingers were on his wrist where the intravenous drip was injected. As long as she bent down an inch more, she could grab his, but she didn't; as long as his fingers stretched out slightly upward, she could
He pulled her finger, but he didn't either.
He just looked at her. There was a slight gap between their faces because one was half sitting and the other was standing. However, this did not prevent him from quietly and infatuatedly finding his own shadow in her eyes.
"What do you want from me?" He really didn't want to say something in this situation and ruin the entwined gaze.
But the anticipation in her eyes was so strong. If he didn't find some words to suppress the greed and reluctance that was about to overflow his chest, he didn't know what he would do in the next second.
Come.
She had always been afraid of staring like this, but what she was even more afraid of was that she would never be able to find the persistence and desire he had when he looked at her with his eyes closed.
When did you start to have such fear?
She didn't know. But without him, there seemed to be only the loneliness and coolness in the air.
The frequency of headaches and ear fever became more and more frequent, and occasionally I would see some strange sights in a trance.
He smiled and hugged himself from behind. He crossed his hands and put a jade jasmine waist chain around her waist. His lips were close to her ear: "I originally planned to come back early today and go out to eat." She said.
Smoothly and reassuringly, she leaned her head back slightly on his shoulder and answered the question: "Given it to me?" His tongue licked against her ear beads, and his teeth gently bit the tenderness that was starting to get hot: "Do you like it?
?”…
His hands subconsciously touched the waist chain. This was obviously an accessory that Jian Fengyi gave to him before leaving to distinguish it from other "attacking" marks. However, the scene in his mind at this moment made Ripple unable to even distinguish it.
Which memory should really be believed?
memory!
Why has my memory become more and more confusing recently? I can't even tell the truth from the false.
He held her tightly in his arms and asked anxiously: "What's wrong with your hand? Let me go and see."
He gently and carefully placed her on the bed, pulled up the quilt and turned to leave. She held his sleeve with one hand: "Where are you going?"
"Call the doctor." He frowned, and there was a hint of panic in his eyes.
"You're making such a fuss. I just got caught in the rain during the day. I've been feeling a little worse recently. I just have a cold. What doctor did you call me? I've taken antipyretics."
"What about your hands?"
"I accidentally got scalded by boiling water just now."
"you sure?"
"I'm sure! If the fever doesn't go away tomorrow, I'll tell Xing Li."
"Idiot! Why should I take a shower when I have a fever? I'm just walking around the house in my bathrobe..."
There seemed to be too much tenderness, sweetness, and affection between him and her. Every time I had a headache, it would keep running through my mind.
They are obviously unrelated strangers, why do they have such an intimate and familiar intersection.
Since 2 o'clock in the afternoon, the "Four Sons of Dongjing" have been meeting in Geng Yuhuai's bedroom.
At 6 o'clock, the servants prepared the meals, but none of the big shots in the house went downstairs to eat. At 7 o'clock, Lianyi felt a little empty in her belly. She gritted her teeth and did not alert the others. She went to the kitchen to look for ingredients to prepare.
Make yourself something to eat to satisfy your hunger.
But when I opened the refrigerator, I saw the frozen grid filled with artificial dumplings, with the names of the fillings carefully written on each layer: carrot and celery pork filling; egg, leek and shrimp filling; cucumber and pork filling.
Stuffing; shepherd's purse and pork stuffing; cabbage and pork stuffing; bell pepper and pork stuffing; mushroom and pork stuffing.
Inexplicably, my heart tightened, and something hit the tightly closed door in my heart. In an instant, my heart shrank, and my eyes began to fill with water vapor uncontrollably. What flashed through my mind was that I was still doting despite being covered in flour.
Smiling eyes. Something in the bottom of my heart is being pulled and vibrating, and the tearing force in my head is getting stronger and stronger. I hold my head with both hands, but I can't stop the pain that feels like I'm about to be separated.
She bent down in pain, but there was his call in her ears: "Flower language...Flower language...You have turned into a yellow-faced woman before you married me. Then after marrying me, will you become an ugly monster?"
Is it?...Flower language...Flower language...We will be happy!...Will we?...Yes!..."
It hurts! Why is there still such entanglement in the pain? Why every time when the pain is so painful that I am about to die, what is filled in my head is not Jian Fengyi's gentle care for herself, not Jian Fengyi's pampering and teasing of myself.
It was the cold man who was against her.
~Regretful!
I feel sorry for him~ This is his name, but at this time, every time I say it, it hurts my heart. Every time I say it, it feels like honey, like drinking fine wine.
She was just an "attacker" pretending to be a flower girl, so why did she see the entanglement and bond with that man all her life?
Under the soil in my heart, there is a seed that is struggling to germinate. The more suppressed and rejected it is, the harder it struggles to break out of the soil. It takes root and sprouts. The tender branches quickly grow taller along the withered trellis.
It has become a tangled kudzu vine, with lush green leaves and bright and fragrant flowers. Every leaf is filled with his name ~ Geng Yuhuai! Every bright flower blooming is his name ~ Geng Yuhuai!
Are you excited?
Is this the feeling of heartbeat? The unconscious murmuring in his mouth, when the pain slowly dissipated, reached his ears, and he realized that the words between his lips and teeth were~
A grudge against one's heart! A grudge against one's heart! A grudge against one's heart! A grudge against one's heart! A grudge against one's heart...
It turns out that everything has begun. It turns out that no matter how vaguely she captures the truth or falsehood in her memory, or how much she struggles with powerless and chaotic guessing and speculation, the name that does not belong to her has long been deeply ingrained in her heart.
She has him in her heart! Maybe she is still confused in the quagmire of memory, but at least she has found the direction of her heart.
Such knowledge made tears fall from my eyes. There was no time to close the refrigerator door, no time to think about the right and wrong of love. No time to distinguish between belonging and disguise. Once those eyes lost in the darkness saw clearly
The concern and attachment in my heart just want to hold on to the long-lost warmth at this moment.
She stumbled out of the kitchen and ran straight to his room. She wanted to see him, she wanted to see him. Whether she was a ripple of watery flowers or a ripple of betrayal, she was the "attacker" of the language of flowers.
Regardless, she has forgotten the flowery language of the past. She only knows that she has him in her heart at some point. She wants to tell him that she does not want to kill him, she does not want to regard him as an enemy, and she can no longer regard him as an enemy.
Enemy, she just wants to love him, then he is willing to try to accept her with all his heart.
He rushed upstairs and rushed to the bedroom door, which was just a stone's throw away from him. Instead, his steps became slow and timid.
There was a damp heat in his ears, and he subconsciously reached out to cover his hands. The thick and fishy heat filled his hands. Standing at his door was Xing Li and several other guards. They saw her stumbling figure and the thick blood on her hands.
Thick, there was a defensive color on his face. Xing Li slowly approached her and saw her with a dazed look on her face. There was some worry on her face, but also some unpredictable complexity. He stretched out his hand to pull her and fired 2
He went to the bathroom upstairs and pushed her in.
Ripple followed obediently, and when she entered the bathroom, she saw how embarrassed she looked in the mirror with tears stained in her eyes, slightly swollen eyes, slightly messy hair, and two thick winding lines on the sides of her ears. Such an embarrassed self,
But his eyes were full of longing and expectation. He turned on the faucet and used wet fingers to clean the blood-stained ear socket. The blood stains were gone, but he could only lean against the wall beside him.
Will I die? Does such frequent symptoms indicate the coming of death?
Maybe, maybe not, but what about death?
Even death cannot suppress the hope deep in my heart.
After leaving the bathroom, Liang Li walked straight towards his bedroom. He crossed Xingli and passed the guards guarding the door. If God gave her a pair of feet, it was so that she could walk in front of him. If God gave her a pair of feet, she could walk in front of him.
If God gave her eyes, it was so that she could respond to his gaze. If God gave her ears, it was God who allowed her to hear his voice. She found him, in the vast sea of people, the rolling dust of the world, but somehow she had a part in it.
Persistence and tight connection, stubbornness allowed them to find each other as strangers.
The door opened gently with fingers, only to see a roomful of people in the crack.
~They are still having a meeting!
There was some hesitation in her steps, maybe she came at the wrong time. She flinched and wanted to leave, but he still caught her: "Come!"
What a simple word!
But it was a call to her. She pushed the door open and stopped in embarrassment under his burning eyes. Everyone was looking at her, some were surprised, some were narrow-minded, some were playful, some were profound...but there was no one.
A bouquet that made her heart ripple, only his.
As persistent as ever, like a huge attraction, the quiet ripples in her heart turned into a whirlpool and surrounded her. No other words could be heard, no other eyes could be seen, there was a place for him,
His existence was the only thing in her eyes.
She didn't know when the people in the room left, nor did she know why they left. She only heard him say to her: "Are you going to stay so far away from me and stand talking to me?"
You obviously want to get closer so urgently, but why are you struggling to move when you are in front of him?
He should also have feelings for me, right? He was speculating, but he didn't have the courage to continue to speculate on the answer.
"looking for me?"
Does saying that you are in love with him count as a thing? Ripple shook her head to herself, what was she afraid of? If he refused, it would be no big deal. No one stipulated that loving and being loved should be at the same time. But if you are even sure
If you don't have the courage, then wouldn't it be too innocent to lose the happiness from your fingertips?
"Do you love me?" The question came out of his mouth, and he couldn't even pretend to be tactful or reserved. He just stubbornly wanted to catch a trace of his own in those clear eyes. Yes!
Just one touch can give her anxious heart some courage.
He was slightly startled, with some thoughts, some doubts, and some uncertainty. A bright light passed by for a moment. But he did not answer. He just stared at her eyebrows intently and quietly, gathering up the surprise that burst out, and tried hard to keep it in his heart.
.
Under his gaze, her breathing gradually became heavier. Her ears burned a little, but it was a little different from the burning pain.
"Do you like me a little bit?" His silence made him
She was flustered. If there was no love, would there be some liking? Or even liking was forced.
She still just answered silently, but her heart was slowly falling. The light in her eyes gradually dimmed, but she still squeezed out a smile from the corners of her lips. The disappointment in her heart turned into embarrassing bitterness. She should have guessed that he liked it.
It should be the woman called Hua Yu. She can't distinguish her own memory, but it's impossible for him to misunderstand the ownership of his feelings.
Sighing, I forced myself to pull away my shadow from his eyes; I forced myself to slowly pick up my sunken heart. If there is no beginning of feelings, there would be no pain, but why is my heart still there?
There would be contractions and tightening in waves. I forced myself to only look at his wounds that were bleeding all the time. I even slowly reached out to untie his bandages and help him change the soaked cloth. The bandages opened.
, such a hideous wound was exposed in front of his eyes without any cover.
"green"!
~It is indeed a terrible poison. The wound has been injured for nearly ten days, but it is still dripping with blood as if it were first injured.
The injury was caused by her, but the injury in this man's heart was caused by the woman who called Huayu. Her injury could be healed, but the wound left by the woman was stubbornly left in his heart and slowly ached.
.
"You love her very much, right?" You shouldn't repeatedly flirt with feelings that don't belong to you, but you stubbornly want to hear his rejection.
She put his head on her shoulders, reached out and slowly wrapped the new bandage around him, and the circles were like the layers of love she had accumulated. But the bandage will eventually end, what about her love? Because
Can I cut it off with sharp scissors if I refuse?
He leaned his head gently against her ear, and vaguely saw a little blood stain in her ear socket that had not been washed away. The drop solidified in the ear socket was like a drop of red tears, like a cinnabar in the heart.
Mole. She didn’t remember anything from the past, just like the cinnabar mole in her ear socket, which remained on the outside of her body. But is it possible to fall in love without memory?
She asked him if he loved her? Then she asked him if he liked her at all.
~Don’t she know that he has been standing there waiting for her to come back to him?
"Lianyi, I have loved many women." His soft lips whispered softly in her ear, successfully making her bandaged fingers stiffen behind his back, forming an ambiguous embrace.
"The first woman I loved was named Hua Yu, the second woman I loved was named Geng Mo, and the third woman I loved was named Lianyi."
ripple?
Is this ripple her name?
"If you are Ripple, then what I love is Ripple." There are large and small tubes on his arm, for injecting plasma, for anti-inflammatory, for preventing infection, well-known and unknown, there are many, many tubes, but he stretches out
He took out his arms and hugged her body. This was the first time she came back to him and gave him a hug. Her body had a familiar temperature and the familiar fragrance of jasmine, and she was in his arms.
Trembling gently, just like the white flowers in the wind swaying with compassion and fragrance.
"Ripple, if this is your name. Then yes, I love you."
The whirlpool stopped, the heartbeat calmed down, the gloomy and anxious wind and waves gradually subsided, and a bright warmth warmed the clammy heart. The two palms that were groping for each other in the wind and rain finally caught each other.
"No matter who you are, please don't leave again." His lips brushed against her ears, and his breath lightly brushed over the drop of 'cinnabar mole' in her ear socket, and finally fell on her lips, a little faint.
Liang's lips touched hers gently, touching carefully, testing, and confirming. It was not until the warm response from his lips brought reality that the tip of his tongue gently opened the door to her heart, and the warmth was on her lips and teeth.
The time spreads and flows. The snuggling body can no longer tell whether he is leaning on her or she is leaning on him. They are both drowning in the loneliness and loneliness of the world. Once they find each other, there is no hesitation and emptiness anymore. Because there is a cold and warm world.
With the warmth of snuggling, the vast world of mortals has companionship and belonging.
When Geng Yuhuai fell asleep, he felt very at ease, and the brows that had been frowning slightly had completely opened.
The flow of blood consumed most of his physical strength, but until late at night, he was stubborn and unwilling to close his eyes. He just held her hand stubbornly and smiled reassuringly: "Tomorrow, Poyun will give me fire."
Therapy'."
Fire therapy? Lianyi frowned slightly.
Still haven't found the antidote? Didn't you say that You Yewu sent the antidote? Why not? Or is there another accident? You can't ask questions because these questions are meaningless. If there is an antidote, everyone will not be able to stop it.
He will reach this point. Since he is forced to reach this point, all assumptions are meaningless. And he needs to rest now. Talking too much is also a waste of energy. Let go of the confusion in your heart and give him a touch of warmth.
Soft sweet smile:
"Go to sleep quickly. If you have enough energy, tomorrow's treatment will be more effective with half the effort."
He grasped his hand tightly, and then loosened it again. His features were as clear as a mirror lake in the mountains and cold, and every emotion hidden deep inside was no longer concealed: "You go to sleep too."
"I am not tired."
"I can't sleep while you're here." He smiled warmly, with a hint of mischief and naughtiness. But he didn't know who was holding her wrist tightly even when she fell asleep a few days ago, no matter how much anyone pulled her.
Don't want to let go.
"I watched you fall asleep, so I went to sleep. I will stay with you tomorrow, right?" She comforted softly, helped him pull up the quilt, and then reached out to touch his forehead. The temperature should still be normal.
"Ripples..." He understood her temper, so he no longer remained in a stalemate. He just gently called her name and closed his eyes with peace of mind.
She put her chin on his arm and rubbed her cheek gently in response: "I'm..."
Liu Yexun was sitting in the seat next to the floor-to-ceiling window. He had not changed this posture since he came back from the detention center. The sun rose and set outside the window, and the inside of the window became dark and bright, bright and then gradually darkened.
They say that the world is ruthless, and it turns out to be true.
In his life, he has experienced too many ups and downs, unforgettable love, tormenting and painful hatred, faced with dying despair, and faced with helpless choices, but he rarely did anything that he regretted.
But will he regret this choice? Will he?
You Wan's proposal made no sense to him.
She just wanted to make herself regret letting go, but she used Yu Huai and Hua Yu as a means to punish him.
She didn't believe that Yu Huai was his and her child, and she didn't even give him a chance to prove it. Or whether it was her child or not, it didn't mean much to her. All she still wanted was harm.
Even if Yu Huai is her son, if there is a possibility of defeating him and causing him pain, she will no longer care about it and will ruthlessly take advantage of it.
wrong!
If it was a beautiful mistake for him to meet her, what about the ending? What kind of cruel ending will a couple who have tortured and hated each other for 30 years have?
The "Dongjing Alliance" has spread rumors through several secret lines in the police and government. A certain senior official has hinted to the prosecutors that You Wan's blatant assassination of himself in the detention center must be dealt with seriously. This was not his fault.
The order was just as he had guessed. Due to the ingenious change of situation at this time, the "dark flags" and "evil dogs" originally released by You Wan had begun to turn back and "kill" them.
And what about him?
Can he watch her revenge, her cruelty and cold-bloodedness indifferently, and watch her die in front of him indifferently?
It's early morning again, and the sun will not escape its responsibility to rise just because the night is deep. Nor can he avoid making the final choice just because he is hurt and embarrassed.
Last night, You Poyun came to inform Geng Yuhuai of his decision to give "fire therapy" this morning. He was clearly informing him, but in fact he was just here to confirm whether he would get an unexpected answer after contacting You Wan. But in the face of this negotiation,
How could Poyun know the twists and turns and grievances involved?
~The time has come when the choice must be made.
In the early morning, he notified the people arranged in the prison to start taking action. Liu Yexun told himself that he had tried his best and if it still couldn't be undone, it was destined to be God's will.
At 8 o'clock in the morning, a black Buick drove into the courtyard on time. Then someone took You Wan, who had limited mobility, up the stairs and into the prepared room. Liu Yexun followed him.
After opening the door, You Wan was standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with mottled light and dark. The morning light appeared through the half-covered white window screen and printed on You Wan's thin green shirt and white long skirt, creating a green and ethereal glow.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, You Wan turned around gracefully and gracefully. Her fair and warm jade-like skin glowed with a soft and charming luster in the morning light. She smiled habitually, and her half-raised eyebrows revealed a gleam of glazed water under her eyes.
The room was instantly filled with a cozy and gentle charm.