She was in pain all the time in the dream. Xiaonian stepped on cotton-soft clouds and kept moving on the horizon. She had no choice but to chase him in his direction.
Before he could catch up, Otoya had already woken up from the pain.
There was no pungent smell of disinfectant, and a very fresh and elegant fragrance filled the tip of her nose. Her lips were very dry, and her cheeks were very tight when she moved.
His head hurt, and his neck hurt even more, as if he had been cut off before being reconnected. Otoya woke up in discomfort, and the first thing he wanted to see was not his surroundings, but the time.
April twenty-two.
She vaguely remembered that the day she jumped from the fourth floor with Xiaonian in her arms was April 12th. Ten days had passed, so she didn't even have the chance to attend Xiaonian's funeral.
Otoya felt like her vocal cords were torn in half, and she was burning with pain. As soon as she hit her neck, tens of millions of pains swept over her. It was good now, she couldn't cry even if she wanted to.
Fu Lingzhi was awakened by the vibration of the bed. When he opened his sleepy eyes and looked up, he saw Otoya sitting up with a pale face and a correction ring around his neck. After jumping from the fourth floor, fortunately, the air mattress even
After catching her, Otoya's back hit the ground first, twisting his neck and causing a fracture. At the moment of death, she put Xiaonian into her arms and protected him tightly.
"Are you awake?" Fu Lingzhi's voice was like a saw cutting through a wooden board. It was dry, hoarse, and very magnetic. His expression did not change much, he just frowned slightly and stared at her up and down several times.
After making sure that there was nothing wrong with her, he stood up and stretched, his face became much more solemn, "Because you have been in a coma for the past ten days and your fever has not gone away, so Xiaonian's funeral..."
Otoya waved his hand expressionlessly, signaling him to shut up. Without looking at him, he leaned back into the pillow and said in a straight voice, "Go buy me a hamburger."
Fu Lingzhi was obviously stunned. He looked at her in surprise and saw that her expression was the same. After thinking for a while, the corners of his mouth slowly turned up. He stood up quickly and said, "Okay! Just wait, I'll buy it right away.
Otoya...I thought you would refuse to eat after you woke up."
Otoya ignored him. It was still early outside the window, and spring was always full of vitality, with green leaves and buds. Otoya fell into the sea of green, staring foolishly out of the window, as if there was Xiaonian's cute but thin face there.
Her tears seemed to flow to a
At the critical point, the tear glands dried up and could not be squeezed out even if she squeezed hard. But sadness without tears was still sadness. The only thing that mattered was gone. She felt that her body had become very light, and she could no longer bear the suppressed weight in her heart.
Then it will explode.
There was no one in the villa, and Otoya was bored. She couldn't get out of bed because she was still on an intravenous drip.
Fu Lingzhi came back soon. He was holding an oversized bag full of burgers, at least fifty of them.
"I don't know how much you want to eat, so I just bought a few of various flavors and you can just try them. You have just recovered from a serious illness and it is not suitable to eat too greasy food."
Yinmi picked up the bag and rummaged around without raising his head. Fu Lingzhi didn't care at all. After what happened to Xiaonian, it would be strange if she could still pay attention to him. But speaking of strange, he always felt that Yinmi
It was unusually quiet, with no hysteria or explosive roar. It always felt too calm, as if it had been deliberately suppressed.
"They are all meaty..." Otomi wrinkled his nose and looked at each one carefully, then suddenly raised his head with a hollow smile, "That's right...he has never eaten it, so how can he have his favorite taste?"
She was talking to herself, but Fu Lingzhi's face darkened slightly. He knew that the 'he' she was talking about was Xiaonian, and he also knew her feelings for Xiaonian. It would take a lot of time to dilute the grief in her heart.
For a long time or even a lifetime. In fact, he was worried that she would mention the word divorce as soon as she woke up. Fortunately, she had too much time to take care of herself.
Otoya tasted it for a while, then looked out the window like a puppet, but his small and exquisite nose was still wrinkled, "It stinks."
Fu Lingzhi's expression froze. He stayed by the bedside for ten days. Except for half an hour on the day of Xiaonian's burial, he only watched her and took care of her. He forgot to take a bath or change clothes and touch his chin.
The beard had grown quite a bit. Fu Lingzhi stood up and said, "Be patient, I'll call Mother Liu to come and take care of you, and then I'll go and clean it up."
The two of them sat for a while without any communication. Yinmi turned around and smiled softly as if he remembered something, "Fu Lingzhi, please help me."
Fu Lingzhi wished that she could say a word or two to him, even just one or two words. He suddenly became more energetic, "Ami, don't use the word "help" in the future. I will do whatever you want me to do.
To do it.”
There was a faint sneer at the corner of Otoya's mouth, "I guess the next sentence is, I will die even if you ask me to, right?" She frowned lightly, and the smile at the corner of her mouth widened, "It would be too cheap to let you die.
Got you."
Fu Lingzhi couldn't answer the words, so he stood up and asked, "What do you want me to do?"
"Go to the flower room downstairs."
Fu Lingzhi didn't know why, "You want me to pick flowers?"
Otoya smiled and said nothing, "Didn't I say that you can do whatever I want you to do? Then why don't you go quickly?"
Although Fu Lingzhi was confused, he nodded quickly and ran downstairs without any hesitation. After a while, Otoya pulled out the needle, got up and came to the floor-to-ceiling window. As expected, Fu Lingzhi's figure appeared in the transparent window.
In the greenhouse surrounded by glass, his handsome and uninhibited figure is reflected in the colorful flowers, which makes him look like a human face with peach blossoms complementing each other.
Otoya smiled inexplicably, opened the corners of his mouth stiffly, then took out a remote control from the drawer, pressed it against the door of the flower room, and the glass door slowly closed automatically.
Fu Lingzhi noticed something was wrong and turned around immediately, but the glass door had been closed. He looked around and raised his head. Otoya stood expressionlessly in front of the French window on the second floor and looked down at him.
He frowned and knocked on the door, "Otoya! What are you doing? What do you mean?"
Yinmi blinked at him as gently as possible, then put his index finger on his pale and dry lips, making a silent gesture. Fu Lingzhi was even more confused. Yinmi's figure left for a few seconds, and then returned quickly.
Arrive at the floor-to-ceiling window.
Fu Lingzhi suddenly opened his eyes wide, opened his thin lips slightly, and looked horrified, "Yin...Yinmi, what are you going to do? Don't mess around! Yinmi, did you hear that? I told you not to mess around!"
Otomi slowly raised the fruit knife he held in his right hand. The shiny blade dazzled Fu Lingzhi's slightly trembling black eyes in the sun.
He was a little worried.
"Fu Lingzhi, let's play a game. I'll perform and you will be the audience."