Indecent and affectionate

Chapter 54

After coming out of Jing Shengna, Yu Zhile went straight back to the rented room and slept all afternoon.

She was so tired that she had a splitting headache.

The long sleep did not bring any comfort or improvement. The throbbing pain followed her forehead like a shadow, as if an invisible hammer had been beating there desperately.

In the evening, before going to the hospital to see Teacher Yuan, she bought a box of ibuprofen at the pharmacy in front of the community.

Stopping next to a nearby trash can, Yu Zhile opened the medicine box, tore open the foil, and swallowed the capsule dry without taking a sip of water.

After stopping at the spot for a while, Yu Zhile took out her phone and canceled the airplane mode.

In fact, all of Jing Sheng's contact information has been blocked, but she is still afraid, afraid that she will not have enough willpower.A little initiative from a man will make her turn her back.

After confirming that the phone was clean as if no one had ever been there, Yu Zhile put it back and walked into the surging wind.

Carrying a box of assorted fruit baskets, Yu Zhile returned to the hospital again. Mayor Xu may have returned to his hometown, and only Yuan Muran and Yuan Shiniang were left in the ward.

One stayed by the bed, dozing off with his face propped up.

There was another sitting on the escort chair at the end of the bed, staring at the hanging water bottle that was about to bottom out.

Yuan Qiangyi was still in a coma, his eyes were closed tightly, and a nasal catheter was inserted into his face to inhale oxygen.

This old man who once had the highest knowledge and reputation in Chenfang no longer has the air of pointing Jiangshan and berating Fang Qiu back then.

Yu Zhile entered the door lightly, Yuan Muran didn't expect her to come again, so she got up in a hurry.

Shiniang Yuan followed suit. She moved her lips, wanting to speak, but in the end she didn't say anything.

Yu Zhile turned to the bed, put down the fruit basket, and apologized softly: "Master, I'm sorry."

The woman's eyes suddenly became moist: "It's not your fault, it's because he can't think about it."

Yuan Muran took a deep breath and sighed.Then he walked around to them and pressed the button beside the bed.

After a while, the nurse came over and changed the bottle of water again.

Yu Zhile walked back to the end of the bed, Yuan Muran motioned for the chair: "Sit."

She shook her head: "No, it's okay."

Yuan Muran looked at her twice, only to feel that her complexion was as pale as paper: "Are you feeling unwell?"

The woman still said two words lightly: "It's okay."

Yuan Muran went to the locker, took out a disposable paper cup, and poured her a cup of hot water: "Drink some water."

"Thank you." Yu Zhile took it.

"You're welcome."

Yu Zhile held the cup in her hand. At this moment, it seemed that her fingertips felt tactile, and her throat felt dry.

It turned out that it was hot, and it turned out that it was thirsty.

After a moment of silence, Teacher Yuan fell asleep again.

Only then did Yuan Shiniang relax her body, and looked at the two young men on the bed: "Yu Yu, sit down."

Without saying a word, they stood by the empty chairs.

She originally complained about Zhile, after all, it was the girl who first brought up the matter of applying for the World Heritage.But seeing her caring so much for Teacher Yuan, running twice a day, those displeasures were diluted a lot.

Yu Zhile still shook his head.After drinking the whole glass of water, when he was looking for where to put it, a hand had already reached out and took it.

"Are you still drinking?" Yuan Muran asked.

"no need."

Even so, he took another cup of hot water and put it on the bedside table to keep it cold.

When Yuan Muran came back, Yu Zhile asked in a low voice, "How is Teacher Yuan?"

Yuan Muran replied: "Looking at the prognosis, the doctor said the amount of bleeding is not too large."

"Hmm." Fortunately.Yu Zhile's grandfather died of cerebral hemorrhage.

At this time, an old lady walked into the ward carrying a lunch box, looked at them curiously several times, and then walked to the adjacent bed.

The old lady put down the lunch box and asked Mrs. Yuan concerned: "Is your husband awake?"

"not yet."

"It's okay, the bleeding is not much, wake up quickly," she reassured, her eyes returned to Yu Zhile and Yuan Muran, and after wandering back and forth a few times, she asked, "Is this your daughter-in-law?"

Mrs. Yuan: "..." She smiled awkwardly, "No, they are my husband's students."

"Oh," the old lady smiled embarrassedly, patted the quilt to wake up her wife, and said, "I thought it was. Standing together, it's a good match."

"No, really not." Mrs. Yuan said again.

Hearing that the old lady misunderstood, Yu Zhile also felt that it was inconvenient to stay in the ward for a long time.

Perhaps it was a side effect of painkillers, she had a dull stomach pain, and her throat was panting.

"I'm going out to buy cigarettes." Yu Zhile made an excuse and walked out.

Yuan Muran called her to stop: "You wait."

Yu Zhile turned around.

The man picked up the men's satchel on the chair, took the soft bag from it and gave it to her: "I have it, don't buy it."

Yu Zhile was taken aback, "No need..."

"Take it, I don't smoke if it's for the leader." He also took out a silver lighter and handed it over.

Yuan Shiniang looked back at them both, and persuaded: "They are all neighbors in the neighborhood, so don't be polite to him."

Yu Zhile didn't refuse anymore, took it with both hands, and walked towards the elevator.

Below the inpatient building, there is a long and winding corridor. It is early spring, and the entangled vines have not yet moved, but the small white plum blossoms in the nursery have already opened their petals scrambling.

Many addicted family members sit in the corridor and smoke, some are silent and worried, and some talk loudly.

Yu Zhile put the cigarette in his mouth, lowered his head to light the cigarette, and walked inside without looking sideways.

A tall and beautiful woman suddenly appeared here, and many men stopped talking and looked up at her.

In the twilight of the four cages, the sporadic firelight also became brighter.

Yu Zhile breathed out a cloud of white mist slowly, put the cigarette back between his fingers, and then looked into the distance.

"Is it easy to smoke?"

Suddenly, a man's voice came out of his ears, asking questions that seemed familiar.

The heartbeat increased sharply, and Yu Zhile looked sideways in panic. After seeing the person clearly, the fluctuations in her eyes subsided little by little.

It was Yuan Muran.

My heart is bitter, and I want to laugh at myself.

It wasn't that boy's voice.

Where did her violent reactions come from?

Noticing the woman's expression, Yuan Muran asked, "Are you afraid of me?"

"No." Yu Zhile closed his eyes.

"I'm also thinking that I shouldn't look so scary." Yuan Muran put one hand in his pocket and looked in another direction.

Yu Zhile stopped talking.

They stood side by side quietly for a while.

"you……"

"you……"

Being soft on others, Yu Zhile is not very good at keeping him cold, and is going to chat casually to get over this smoking moment.

Unexpectedly, Yuan Muran also spoke by chance.

He smiled: "You talk first."

Yu Zhile lowered his hands and shook the soot: "How are you and my friend?"

Yuan Muran replied, "Zhang Sitian?"

"Ah."

Yuan Muran said, "No more contact."

Yu Zhile nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Seeing her silence, Yuan Muran felt that this woman was different: "Aren't you curious?"

"Yeah." Yu Zhile admitted.

Yuan Muran let out a laugh, he really thought she would continue to ask.

No more conversations.

After Yu Zhile finished smoking the cigarette in his hand, he returned the cigarette case and lighter to Yuan Muran.

The man took it and held it in his palm: "Are you coming tomorrow?"

Yu Zhile glanced at him and gave an ambiguous reply: "It depends."

"Okay, go back early."

Yu Zhile stopped at the entrance of the corridor: "I'll talk to my wife before leaving."

"No need," Yuan Muran has a great ability to detect facial expressions after having been in the political world for several years: "You are not in good condition, go back and rest."

Yu Zhile was taken aback, and agreed: "Okay, goodbye."

Just about to leave, Yuan Muran called her again: "Yu Zhile."

She turned her head, her hair trembling in the slight wind.

Yuan Muran walked straight over and stopped beside her. His pace was fast, but he didn't seem to be panting a bit: "Do you believe in destiny?"

Yu Zhile frowned, puzzled.

"The moment I saw you outside the operating room this morning, I thought of the first time we met during the Chinese New Year." The man's tone was as clear and steady as ever, as if he was stating an objective fact: "It is destiny that we will be together."

On the fourth day, Jing Sheng went back to work as promised.

All day long, he was absent-minded, and the neat and clear typefaces on the documents had all become ghost characters, and he couldn't recognize any of them, and couldn't read them.

From time to time, he took out his mobile phone, called Yu Zhile, and sent Yu Zhile a WeChat message.

I don't know what to post, pictures, emoticons, garbled characters, punctuation marks, chicken soup for the soul, whatever to put on her anyway.

All empty numbers.

All rejected.

All went nowhere.

Since then, there has been no news.

She really doesn't want him anymore?
Jing Sheng's heart ached like a sharpened wooden stake repeatedly, and he was so sad that he couldn't straighten up. He slammed his head on the table and didn't move.

Song Zhu heard the sound of "dong", and looked over, and saw that Xiao Jing was in a daze, with his hands hanging by his sides.

Jiang Mi winked at him and sent him a message on imo: What should I do?
Song Zhu typed: What can I do, I can only wait for time for the good medicine to take effect.

Secretary Jiang: How about I pour him a cup of coffee?

Song Zhu: Believe it or not if you give him a hundred stimulants and he is still like this.

Secretary Jiang: I believe it.

I can only continue to pay attention to the boss's every move.

After a while, the man finally propped his head limply, continued to look at his phone, and opened the group of gay friends.

A dead man:.

The all-black profile picture and weird WeChat name instantly caught Lin Yue's attention: Who is this?Someone came from our group.

He clicked in to see: Damn, we actually won.

I haven't seen this guy farting and narcissistic in the group for several days, Lin Yue quickly knocked him privately: Shengzi, what's wrong with you?
Finally someone responded and took care of him, Jing Sheng replied slowly: dead.

Lin Yue is someone who has experienced it: ... broken in love?

A dead man:.

It seems so.

It was the first time Lin Yue saw him cherish words like gold, no, no, he didn't even want to type words, and a punctuation mark ran through the whole text.

He could only ask: Yu Zhile?What's the matter, isn't it just a woman?Hurry up and change your profile picture and WeChat name. It's really bad luck. I'm afraid it will be passed on to me when I talk to you.

A dead person: Yue Zi.

Lin Yue: Yes.

A dead man: night.

A dead man: stay with me.

Lin Yue: ...? ? ? ?I'm a straight man! ! !

A dead man: drink.

Lin Yue: ...OK, can you type the whole sentence in one breath?

That night, considering that Jing Sheng was in a very bad mood, Lin Yue didn't take him to any noisy place, but dragged the distraught man to Jiaqing.

He randomly ordered two expensive bottles of wine, and the waiter just opened the caps, when Jing Sheng couldn't wait to go over and blew on them.

The waiter was dumbfounded.

"Hey, hey," Lin Yue grabbed the bottle in his hand, "This is not beer!"

Jing Sheng's hands were empty, and he immediately lowered his head, his neck seemed to have no skeleton: "Oh."

"What's your situation? Are you so obsessed with it?" Lin Yue couldn't understand, "What kind of charm does Yu Zhile have?"

As a result, Jing Sheng pushed the question back to him: "You tell me, I want to know too."

"How do I know? Because she is a female classmate with a story?" Lin Yue poured wine for him, thinking that some witty words would make him happier.

"Anyway, I'm not in the story." Jing Sheng took a sip of his drink, and then answered lonely.

"..."

Lin Yue forgot that people who are broken in love can only dig into the horns and make no sense at all.

In an hour, the two bottles of wine were drunk to the bottom, and basically dripped into Jing Sheng's stomach.

During this period, he has been complaining unwillingly:

"What's wrong with me?"

"I'm obviously so good."

"It's up to you if you say it."

"She doesn't like me, tell me, can I change it?"

"I'll never see her again."

"Why should I like Yu Zhile?"

The young man shook his head, his cheeks were flushed, and he vaguely ordered the waiter to serve more wine, and continued to drink.

He wasn't good at drinking, Lin Yue was worried that something might go wrong, so he settled the bill quickly so that he could send the kid home earlier.

Seeing that Jing Sheng couldn't open his eyes and was drowsy, Lin Yue put one arm on his shoulder and slowly helped him out.

When he was about to reach the door, Jing Sheng suddenly raised his head and looked at him, his eyes seemed to shine brightly, and he asked: "Yuezi, am I drunk?"

After he finished speaking, he hiccupped, his face smelled of wine, Lin Yue turned his face in disgust, and turned around and replied, "Nonsense, you can't even stand up straight."

"I'm drunk! I'm drunk!" He broke away from Lin Yue and walked in front of him. It took him a long time to find out the mobile phone in his pocket, and then cheered: "Call me a driver, hurry up Ah - hurry up and call a driver for me, I drink too much, I need a driver!"

"..." Lin Yue waved his hands: "Come back, come back, brother will see you off today."

"I don't want it, please help me call the substitute driver, please, Yue Zi," he walked over and shook Lin Yue's shoulder: "Only you can call her, can you call her for me..."

Jing Sheng kept begging for "Call me a substitute driver" and kept shaking Lin Yue.

Lin Yue was dizzy and nauseated when he didn't drink any alcohol. He grabbed Jing Sheng and shouted, "Don't be so fucking crazy!"

"I'm not crazy..." Jing Sheng kept rubbing his hair, extremely irritable: "You asked her to come, you can obviously call her."

"I'm a fart! People ignore you, so it's useless if you go crazy here? She ignores you, how can she talk to me?" Seeing his dejected state, Lin Yue couldn't control his temper.

One sentence made Jing Sheng silent for an instant, and his whole body collapsed as if he had lost his soul.

It finally stopped.

Lin Yue gasped and helped him outside the door.His car was parked in the parking space at the door, and it was spacious when he came. Now there are cars parked on both sides, so close together that it is inconvenient to help people in.

You can only back out the car first.Lin Yue put Jing Sheng one meter away from the car, and said angrily: "Stay here, don't run around, I'll go and get the car out."

Jing Sheng nodded his head twice.

Lin Yue let go of his hand slowly, confirming that the man could stand on the spot by himself, and then turned his head three times and walked towards his car.

As soon as the passenger door was opened, a woman's screams came from behind.

Subconsciously, Lin Yue turned around, and saw that the man who had promised him to be honest with him just now had already put his arms around a girl in black, who was pushing him desperately.

Jing Sheng refused to let go, and kept yelling: "Yu Zhile, don't push me, don't push me! You see, I'm drunk, I'm really drunk, take me home!"

Passers-by have already stopped to watch.

Lin Yue was startled, and hurried back, and it took a lot of effort to drag Jing Sheng away.He raised his hand to apologize: "I'm sorry, beauty, I'm really sorry, he's drunk, he's like this when he's drunk, I'm really sorry."

The girl was still in shock: "Is there something wrong with you!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." Lin Yue hugged Jing Sheng who was still struggling, and repeated.

"It's okay." She glared angrily at the drunk in front of her, the girl didn't care anymore, she brushed her clothes vigorously, and left.

"Yu Zhile is gone!"

"You let me go!"

"She doesn't want me anymore! Let me go!"

Seeing the girl in black drifting away into the night.Jing Sheng's punches, kicks, and yelling in the air continued to intensify and were completely uncontrollable.

Lin Yue couldn't bear it anymore, and pulled him back, wishing he could slap his ears, but he couldn't do it, so he could only keep yelling at him, trying to wake him up:
"You wake up!"

"Jing Sheng!"

"Wake up!"

The man seemed to be deaf and unable to hear, and kept trying to turn his head and look back.

Until, until I really couldn't see anything, only a yellow halo that slowly connected together and blurred into a ball remained in front of my eyes.

Only then did he completely soften, turned back listlessly, and met his friend's gaze.

Lin Yue couldn't help but stare back in disbelief.He had known Jing Sheng for so many years, and it was the first time he had seen him show such an expression, as if he had been abandoned in an empty wasteland, bewildered and desperate.

(End of this chapter)