Flying Gulls Never Land

I was awakened by the constant birdsong outside the window. Open an eye to see, the day is bright, seven or eight o'clock in the morning, I lie in the hospital bed, around no one else.

There was a regular machine buzzing in my ear. I raised my hand and looked at the clip and needle on my eye, and then I put it down again. My lips were very dry and my body was very hot. I wanted to lift the quilt. I just moved. I had a sharp pain in my left abdomen. I almost didn't ask me to roll my eyes and then faint again.

Frowning, completely afraid to move. At this time, the door of the bathroom in the ward opened, and Sheng min Ou wiped his hands and came out of it. He was walking towards me with his head down. Half way through, he might feel my burning eyes. He stopped and looked up.

The four eyes are opposite, the line of sight is intertwined, and no one opens his mouth, so he looks at each other quietly.

I don't know how dizzy a few days, Sheng min gull although dressed neatly, face with three days and three nights did not sleep, looks very bad.

"Brother..." My voice is hoarse, just spit out a word is very difficult, want to sit up, but the whole body is weak, there is no way.

Sheng min gull was woken up by me, as if the stalled gear was running again, lifting its feet to the side of the hospital bed again.

He sat down at the edge of the bed, wiping his hands with the handkerchief, which he did not care to throw on the bedside table.

"You've been sleeping for three days and just transferred from ICU to general ward last night." He took a look at the quilt that was released from my body, pinched the quilt corner and covered it for me, "it's no big problem, it's just cutting off the intestines and having a fever."

Listening to him say in such a bland tone that I just "cut off the intestines", there is a kind of illusion that I was not shot, but cut an appendix.

His hand passed in front of me, and his nose smelled the faint smell of disinfectant. I followed his hands and found that the edge of his nails was very rough and his skin was badly sloughed.

Obviously, when I saw it last time, this hand was very beautiful. Except for the cocoon made by holding the pen, there were no defects in ten fingers. Why did I just sleep, this hand was ruined by him? For no reason, my heart rises to wipe prickly pain, even oneself also can't say why suddenly pay attention to such a small matter.

Sheng min gull may feel my sight, cover the quilt for me, then take back the hand, put the hands in the place I can't see.

When a person wakes up, his body's perception slowly recovers. Along with each breath, there will be burning pain from the wound, which makes my every breath become cautious.

"Brother, I'm thirsty."

I asked Sheng min gull for water to drink. He picked up a plastic cup, dipped some water in it with a cotton swab and smeared it on my lips. I don't think it's enough. I stretch out my hand to grab the cup in Sheng min'ou's hand and drink it well. He gives way to it and doesn't give it to me.

"You have a small bowel resection. You have to fast and water these days." I put my eyes back on the glass, completely ignoring my desire.

I broke down and said, "what should I do if I'm thirsty? I'm so hot that I'm almost dry. "

Sheng min gull adjusted the speed of rehydration and vomited out two words: "bear it."

Tut, how could I think that when I was wounded by a gun and was on the edge of life and death, Sheng Minou would be obedient to me and adore me. Since then, I have been hugging and holding high, loving and loving for a lifetime?

With a silent sigh, I tasted the remaining moisture on my lips. I suddenly remembered that there was another Yi Dazhuang who was still alive. I asked Shengmin gull if Yi Dazhuang was still alive.

"Better than you." Sheng min gull is cold.

I heard that his tone was a little wrong. He seemed to be very reluctant to see Yi Dazhuang. He was busy changing the topic: "I seem to see my parents and their..."

As soon as the words are spoken, the atmosphere is even more wrong. Sheng min gull face clearly no expression, but I can feel that he is very unhappy, the mood plummeting irritability.

"Maybe it was a dream." I added.

Sheng Minou frowned slightly and did not speak again.

I have a fever, the wound is still faint pain, opened my eyes and said two words, and then some tired. I closed my eyes and was about to go to sleep again. I listened to Sheng min gull's voice and said slowly: "from small to big, I can always easily learn what others have been trying to learn for half a day. As long as I want to do it, it's not difficult for me to get into a famous school or become an elite. You can say I'm arrogant, or you can say I'm conceited. I never take anyone seriously... "

I opened my eyes without interrupting and listened to him.

"I plan my life accurately and calculate my future. I think I have nothing to miss, but I have been defeated by you. To you, I couldn't count it ten years ago, or even ten years later... " He looked at me and said, "you make me feel useless."

Is that my fault or his fault? I was not sure, so I half joked: "I was killed by a fake Taoist priest in it before, but it is very accurate. He said that before I was 30 years old, I could live without disease and disaster. I don't think there is a bigger hurdle than this one. We should be able to have smooth sailing in the future, and you won't feel the taste of failure again. "

He moved the corners of his lips as if to smile.

The next moment, he raised his hand to cover my eyes, cool palm with soap and disinfectant breath, texture slightly rough."Sleep."

His face was very hot, even hot, and his temperature was just right, which made me feel very comfortable. I fondly rubbed his hand, obediently closed my eyes, and soon fell asleep again.

I stayed in the hospital for more than half a month. As the wound is mainly for rest, I have to be helped with food, clothing, sitting and lying. During this period, it is impossible for Sheng Minou to take care of me. After all, he has to rest and work.

Shen Xiaoshi and Wei Shi ran to the ward of Yi Dazhuang and Shen Xiaoshi in turn. They were so busy that they couldn't take care of the store. They frankly felt what it would be like for the elderly parents to be hospitalized in advance.

I had a bowel resection, and I had to eat some liquid food. When Shen Xiaoshi's mother knew about me, she cooked a lot of porridge for me. She would come to see me every few days.

After a while, she was like a changed person. Her spirit was better, her face was ruddy. She lived with Shen Xiaoshi, and her mother and son got along very well.

When I go to the hospital, two people are bored.

I had an accident and was hospitalized and injured. Although I had less than 24 hours before and after, the plot was full of ups and downs. The plot was tortuous and bizarre. Because of the recent hot spots in the society, I would like to talk about it for a long time when someone came to visit a doctor.

Liu Yue came and said it again. Wu Yi and his group came to say it again. Even Mo Qiu, who didn't know how to get the news, came to see me, and I would tell him again.

Later, Yi Dazhuang came to me with his laptop on crutches. He sat down beside the bed, opened the computer, and beat the keyboard with one hand. I told him to repeat it.

“…… Aren't you there, too? " I don't know, "do you have a twin brother or something?"

"No, no, no, I was there, but I didn't. You would say that." Yi Dazhuang laughed obscenely, "the third brother, they all say that your story is very moving. It is full of blood and tears. The plot is compact. I just want to use the ready-made one, but I don't want to think about it myself."

Xiao Meng was defeated and asked to have tea. Yi Dazhuang publicized the evidence he had collected to the public, indicating that the anti allergy drugs developed by Meiteng had drug defects and falsification of clinical data. Meiteng pharmaceutical's stock fell precipitously within one day, and had to apply for suspension urgently. It is not known whether it can survive in the future.

These days, I heard that many people wanted to interview him and make an appointment with him. Even Ke Xuezi, the chief editor of the paper media who had previously reported the case of Shen Xiaoshi's mother, wanted to know him, but he refused.

"I can write on my own. Why do you give others a discount?" Relying on his amazing perseverance and determination, Yi Dazhuang used one hand and five fingers to knock out one news release and put it in his own account to serialize. In two days, it rose to a million fans.

Shen Xiaoshi also paid attention to his social account. For his news events can be integrated into a series of stories, he is really an operation ghost.

The wound healed and I could walk. The doctor asked me to handle the discharge procedures.

Sheng min Ou drove to pick me up and took me to his apartment.

As soon as I entered the door, I was stunned. There were many paper boxes piled up in his living room, which was full of empty and tidy living room.

"This is..." I covered the wound and walked cautiously. On each of the boxes were written the words "clothes", "sundries", "daily necessities", which seemed to be cartons for packing and moving.

"Your stuff." Sheng Minou's tone is flat, taking off his coat and walking to the bedroom, as if the cartons here are not worth making a fuss about.

I was confused for a moment and chased him to the bedroom.

"You packed all my things and brought them here?"

He threw his suit aside and went to untie his tie. Smelling speech, he glanced at me: "is there a problem?"

No problem, no problem. How can there be a problem.

I was happy in my heart, trying to control his expression, not too rippling, busy shaking his head.

"No, it's good. It's great!"

Sheng Minou also dropped his tie on the ground, then loosened the top two buttons of his shirt and the Cufflinks of his hands, and sat down on the mattress.

"Come here." He bent his legs and reached out to me.

I walked up to him and held his hand without thinking about it.

He pulled me gently and sat me back in his arms, then hugged me and lay down on the mattress.

During my stay in hospital, he had been very calm, even if he had just entered the door, he was just as usual, but slightly tired.

I thought he would be like this at most, and there would be no more emotional expression.

But it seems that I was wrong.

He's not calm, he's just "looking" calm.

He hugged me tightly, wrapped me like a giant silkworm chrysalis, his head buried in my neck, and his voice was low and slow.

"You asked me if you would be sad if you died. I won't. There's nothing to be sad about when everyone dies. " His breath wafted gently on the side of my neck, "but I'll be angry."

"I'm still alive. How dare you die?"

He tightened his arms, his voice gradually lowered, and his breathing was even."I've been putting up with this boring world, so you have to live with me."