Beginning without end

Chapter 143

Shocking, this was the first word that popped out of Zhou Guican's mind when he saw Ji Suiyun's condition.

When Ji Suiyun was coaxed by the medical staff to take him to the operation, Song Bai was lying on the hospital bed with his eyes closed, his expression so calm that it was almost indifferent, but Zhou Guican clearly saw the unconscious spasms of his palms.

Zhou Guican sat slowly beside the hospital bed. He was a very gentle and gentlemanly man. Even the few smile lines in front of his eyes were filled with peace and gentleness. At least Song Bai had never been able to make him and Ji Suiyun race on the track. It is associated with the desperate prodigal son who traveled nearly [-] miles.

"I'm sorry for Suiyun." Zhou Guican said in a low voice, "but I won't persuade you for him. You have suffered a lot."

"It's not necessary." Song Bai said coldly.

Zhou Guican smiled indifferently, as if he had expected Song Bai's reaction: "I have persuaded Suiyun to let you go many times before, not because of how noble I am, but because I look like a schizophrenic. I hate him, but on the other hand I envy him that he can be with you even for a short time."

Zhou Guican's expression brought something difficult to understand. He seemed to want to start telling a story: "I also have someone I love very much, but I am timid and only dare to look at him from a distance. He wants to I support everything I do, and I pave the way for him. I worry more than he worries about himself, but he dare not do more, because I know very well that the two of us can't have results, but he has passed. I'm not happy because I was hurt all over by the person he likes, I also had despicable thoughts, if he has no background like you, I might do something more despicable to him than Suiyun."

Song Bai finally looked him in the eye: "People like you, who have so many things, act like you are going to die without love all day long. Is it disgusting?"

Zhou Guican knew that he was just venting his emotions towards Ji Suiyun, and he didn't care: "You may have underestimated how much Suiyun cares about you."

"I never underestimated, but it doesn't prevent me from feeling that this kind of paranoid and twisted love is disgusting and suffocating." Song Bai sneered: "Perhaps you may also forget that I have a lover who cares a lot. What kind of life do you live?"

Something in Zhou Guican's heart seemed to be touched. A person with the most sense of boundaries lost his boundaries. He lightly touched Song Bai's head, as if he was feeling sorry for a junior: "Good luck, It’s just that Suiyun’s fate is not good.”

Song Bai felt that he was like a posturing magic stick.

Zhou Guican is a very sensitive person, but he doesn't care about Song Bai's disdain: "You just need to wait, if Suiyun lets you go, you and Suiyun will meet each other in the future, go back to your respective places. I have a life." Zhou Guican changed his voice: "He won't let you go, even if he is down and out, he can no longer control you."

"I told you this just to let you stop being so negative and extreme for the time being. You are only 20 years old and shouldn't be hurt like this."

Zhou Guican is not a good son with a Buddha's mouth and a Buddha's heart. To be honest, he may be even more hard-hearted than Ji Suiyun.It's ridiculous. Sometimes he doesn't know whether he is sad for Song Bai or envious of Song Bai being loved so true and pure. He has been alone for 36 years, and he has seen too much. Only his own future is foggy. He only pretended to be more peaceful in appearance, how many times he wanted to poke his own eyes blind, and fought for it at any cost, instead of sitting firmly behind the high platform like an ant in a hot pot.

Song Bai blinked, he looked at Zhou Guican, and made a frivolous and joking face: "But I can't take it anymore, I just hate Ji Suiyun, and want to die with him."

Zhou Guican said: "The crime he committed is your calamity, but the result is not now."

Song Bai scoffed and stopped talking to him.Song Bai felt that Zhou Guican was pathetic and ridiculous. Zhou Guican was not sure about people's hearts. Compared with human nature, the things he saw were still too few, so he deserved to only watch the suffering of the person he liked.

Ji Suiyun appeared in the ward again at noon, his face turned pale like paper due to excessive blood loss, and his tightly bandaged hands were hanging by his side.

"I'll bring you lunch." Ji Suiyun said.

Wang Hu was standing by the door with an insulated bucket. Ji Suiyun didn't tell Song Bai, but he knew it. When Ji Suiyun treated the wound, he told the doctor not to use anesthetics. Wang Hu didn't know Ji Suiyun's heart No matter what the pain has become, the riddled flesh seems insignificant.

But Ji Suiyun is still enduring miscellaneous pains and returning to Song Bai's ward. He doesn't remember his collapse and madness, or the humbleness of kneeling down on his knees to apologize a second ago. He only knows that it was noon when he left the sterile room , Song Bai should have lunch, eat something warm and soft, and prepare a thicker coat, otherwise the wind will be cold when he returns home at night.

"Ji Suiyun, is it difficult to pretend that nothing happened?"

Ji Suiyun asked Wang Hu to pour out the porridge, and he used a spoon in his left hand to stir the porridge little by little, while replying naturally: "I experienced the most difficult thing last night, and now I think nothing is a big deal. "

When Ji Suiyun handed over the porridge, Song Bai didn't pick it up.Song Bai stared at Ji Suiyun's left hand, and said for a long time: "You have the hands of a rich man. They are very beautiful. The fingers are so long and the nails are pink. It's a pity to lose one."

Ji Suiyun's body trembled slightly, he knew that Song Bai was about to stab him in the heart again.

"You may not know that no matter how much you take care of your hands with chilblains, they won't return to their original shape. Chilblains are easy to recur. When it's cold, your fingers will turn red and thick like radishes. It hurts and itches." Song Bai's voice was a little bit Itching, coughing a few times: "The coldest time in Shenyang in winter is minus 20 degrees. When I was in high school, Lu Fucheng worked odd jobs during the day and picked me up at night. His hands are not good-looking, yes I’m used to rough work and have frostbite, but it’s just those hands that earned me tuition fees for advanced cooking classes, and protected me until I was 19 without pain.”

Song Bai's eyes turned red: "Ji Suiyun, there are some things I didn't want to tell you when I confirmed that I was going to die yesterday, and I won't tell you in the future, because you don't deserve it. After you treated Lu Fucheng like that, you don't deserve it anymore. gone."

Ji Suiyun licked his dry lips, and he suddenly realized that he seemed to have missed something very important.If you miss it, it will be a lifetime, and you will never get it back.

Ji Suiyun didn't dare to think about it too much, because there is nothing more desperate than this in the world.

Ji Suiyun put down the porridge bowl, turned and walked out of the ward, his back was lonely and lonely, and he aged ten years in an instant.