low return

Chapter 15

Luo Ying has always felt that the lights in the hospital are an indescribable color, brighter than those on the street, but not as cold as people think.Luo Ying does not hate or fear this place as much as ordinary people. In this regard, his thinking is not consistent with others. He believes that at least in this place, things have a turning point. At least some people are praying for it, and some people are praying for it. the effort.

Luo Ying regrettably played the role of prayer.

Although he had made countless mental preparations, when he signed the critical illness notice, his hands were still shaking violently, and the words he wrote were like a writhing worm.

"It's okay." Yu Mingming shook his arm, and repeated after a while, "It's okay."

This is the sentence he has heard the most these days.

Luo Ying spent four days in the hospital. During this period, people who knew him intermittently asked him about the situation. He could only repeat those few words repeatedly. He had a stroke. The current situation cannot be determined. The comfort in return was different.

He refused visits from many people, and he also knew that many people said so only symbolically.His father had a very tense fight with many friends during the period before, and there are not many friends who still have contact with them. Luo Ying actually understands those who are very polite in words. There are many things, but I feel ashamed if I don't care about them.

The only thing Luo Ying was concerned about was that Luo Xiao ended her honeymoon trip early, and Brother Yang also returned from abroad early.They acted as they should, even Luo Xiao's new marriage partner didn't complain, but Luo Ying still felt very sorry.They also know that Luo Ying doesn't need any help now, and at this stage, they can only do their best to obey the destiny, but they are simply worried.

Luo Xiao came three times in four days, and every time he wanted to stay longer, he was persuaded by Luo Ying to go back; Brother Yang only came once, and Luo Ying put it aside for the first time because he tactfully wanted to provide financial assistance; Obviously, Luo Ying really couldn't drive him away, and he had no intention of doing so either.

What Luo Ying did the most during these four days, other than silently staring at the lights in the ward, was at the stairs with Yu Mingming, smoking a cigarette and staring at the clouds in the sky from dawn to dusk.

Yu Mingming frequently went back and forth between the school and the hospital, and brought him food every time he came, sometimes it was rice balls, sometimes it was boxed lunches, Luo Ying could only eat half of it each time.

His life these days is almost mechanized, he eats regularly, waits regularly, asks about the situation regularly, answers questions regularly, and even the meals that Yu Mingming brings are basically fixed.Luo Ying felt that every day was a repetition.It wasn't until the fourth day that Luo Ying finally encountered something unexpected, even though it wasn't what he expected to encounter.

Luo Ying saw Zhou Zeyao in the hospital, he wasn't too surprised by it, but it was a little unnatural, so that he didn't have the strength to look at Zhou Zeyao's expression; he didn't reply to any news from Zhou Zeyao these days, although there were only a few sentences in total .He knew it would make him seem a little funny and maybe make the other person unhappy, but he really didn't want to complicate things so much.

He didn't want to look so miserable and pitiful in front of Zhou Zeyao.

"Yu Mingming brought you here?" Luo Ying asked.

Zhou Zeyao couldn't see the expression, and said concisely: "No. I asked."

"What are you here for?" Luo Ying felt a little weak to speak after staying for four days.

Zhou Zeyao didn't answer his question, but instead asked, "Why didn't you reply to my message?"

Luo Ying felt a little guilty: "I didn't see it."

However, the other party did not puncture this one-hit and collapsed lie, but asked again: "Then why didn't you contact me?"

Luo Ying felt that this scene was a little funny, and thought for a while and said, "Are you... taking care of everyone like this?"

For a long time after the question was asked, Zhou Zeyao did not answer.

Luo Ying didn't know what kind of answer he was waiting for. He didn't want to hear the other party's denial, he was afraid that he would become weak immediately;

"Brother Ying," Zhou Zeyao finally called out to him after a while, "What do you think we are?"

Luo Ying didn't speak, but felt his fingertips feel a little cold.

"Why do you always think about other people's affairs?" Zhou Zeyao looked a little unhappy, "Why do you never ask about the affairs between us?"

Luo Ying was left speechless by the question.

But he felt that this was not the case, but now his mind was blank and he couldn't say anything, and he had to explain to the other party at this moment.

"I'm afraid you say you don't like me." Luo Ying said.

After hearing this sentence, Zhou Zeyao seemed to want to say something, but Luo Ying raised his hand lightly to stop him: "Stop talking, I'm so tired."

That day Luo Ying slept against Zhou Zeyao for a long time, sleeping very peacefully.This was the first time since his mother passed away that he leaned on someone else to fall asleep. He was sensitively aware of every trace of body temperature, and even subconsciously rubbed the corner of the clothes of the people around him with the tip of his nose.

He wanted the man to hug him, but he didn't have the strength to speak.And that person seemed afraid of waking him up, so he just let him lean on quietly.

Luo Ying really wanted to hug, the harder the better, the kind of hug that seemed to imprint the other person into his body.Since he became conscious, he has never been hugged like this by anyone. His mother is too sick to hold him, and he is not willing to make such a request to other people. It is too naive.

Zhou Zeyao said that he was always thinking about other people's affairs, but he didn't really care about those things too much. He was only jealous of the people next to Zhou Zeyao in the laboratory building in high school. Things don't matter.

Hug me, wrap me up, and hide me where only you can find it, Luo Ying thought in a daze.

I didn't know that there was communication between the two of them. From that day on, the person who brought food to Luo Ying changed from Yu Mingming to Zhou Zeyao, and the latter was much stronger in comparison.Zhou Zeyao would force Luo Ying to finish eating the food he brought, and he was not allowed to sit in a daze for a long time.

The same thing is that Luo Ying will still smoke with him on the stairs, compared to Yu Mingming's eloquence, Zhou Zeyao seldom talks at this time.Occasionally, he would ask Luo Ying if he was cold, and after Luo Ying shook his head, he would stop talking, and share this moment of silence with Luo Ying amidst the smog.

Two days later, the city ushered in the third snowfall since the beginning of winter, and it might be the last time. It was much heavier than the previous two times, and the temperature dropped a lot compared to the previous two times. It was so cold that Luo Ying lit a cigarette. His hands kept trembling all the time, and finally Zhou Zeyao couldn't stand it anymore, so he leaned over and lit him with his own cigarette butt.

How romantic, Luo Ying thought.

He suddenly felt that he was lucky. Although he didn't seem to have as much as others, there was always someone taking care of him.

"Let's go back when it's cold." Zhou Zeyao said.

Luo Ying shook his head.

Zhou Zeyao handed him a scarf, which should have been brought from home. Luo Ying lowered his head and found that it was the familiar gray scarf.

He smiled: "Didn't you not lend me?"

"I only have this one." Zhou Zeyao took a puff on his cigarette, unable to see his expression clearly.

"You are very unprincipled." Luo Ying paused, "Give me a hug."

As soon as he finished speaking, he realized that he had said two irrelevant words, but Zhou Zeyao didn't care about his sudden turning point. He just put the cigarette in his mouth and held him in his arms with both hands free.

Luo Ying said something softly, but Zhou Zeyao didn't hear clearly.

"What did you say?" Zhou Zeyao asked.

Luo Ying's voice became slightly louder: "I want you to bury me in the snow."

Luo Ying's wish did not come true in the end. Not only that, he didn't even have time to finish watching the snow. In the evening, he waited for the final notice. After nearly a week, his grandma chose to walk This snowy day was quiet and blank, like her whole life.

When Luo Ying heard the news, Luo Ying didn't make much movement, but instead Zhou Zeyao squeezed his shoulder nervously.

Luo Ying knew that he had no relatives in this world. He was a little sad, but he didn't feel the pain as he imagined.Luo Ying looked through the hospital wall, as if staring at the snow outside.He thought, he must be like this piece of snow in the future, don't be turbulent, don't be uneasy anymore, let it fall on whoever's shoulders he wants to fall on.