night fire

Chapter 29 The Day of the Setting Sun

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Zhao Qiyan didn't throw people there on purpose - but he didn't feel any guilt after losing them.

We met by chance, wasn't Lu Xiujin alone before meeting him at the station?It's not like he can't walk alone after seeing him, and he's not a two or three-year-old child.

He never thought about the possibility that Lu Xiujin was here to find him—if he knew, his first reaction would be to not believe it.

What is the relationship between him and Lu Xiujin? Anyway, he won't be familiar enough to find him.Besides, why did Lu Xiujin come to him?The last time they met was a bad breakup at school.And he said it very clearly last time, he didn't think Lu Xiujin couldn't hear it.

What do you like?It's just a hysteria caused by the young master's idle time. He has refused and avoided it. If this still doesn't make Lu Xiujin realize the reality, he might really consider resorting to violence.

Having said that, he didn't mean to throw someone away without saying a word - he left in a hurry, just because of a phone call.

Zhao Yan called him.

Since that incident happened, it was the first time he received a call from Zhao Yan; since he could remember, it was also the first time he heard Zhao Yan speak in such a panic.

"Yanyan..." Zhao Yan's voice was faintly crying, "Come back soon."

Zhao Qiyan's heart also tugged, and he also became flustered: "Mom, what's wrong with you..."

"Brother," Zhao Yan almost broke down in tears, "Your brother..."

Zhao Qiyan was at a loss for a moment, his heart was in his throat, and he said nervously, "Is something wrong?"

With all the bad possibilities swirling in his head, he could hardly breathe.

"He's awake."

Lu Zhan took the phone and said.

As he spoke, he glanced at Zhang Zhiyan who was flipping through the newspaper in the ward, with mixed feelings in his heart, but his feet seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move forward even half a point.

It wasn't him he wanted to see, he knew it.

Zhang Zhiyan just woke up, his hair was messed up from sleep, and he couldn't exert any strength on his body. Zhao Yan put a pillow for him behind his waist, so that he could barely sit up against the head of the bed. He was very calm, as if he was just sleeping. It took a while to get up, but his eyes were quite different from before.

It was eyes that had been asleep for a long time and were already unfamiliar to this world.

Lu Zhan was the first person to wake up - when he saw Zhang Zhiyan's slightly trembling eyelashes, he even suspected that he was in a daze.

But he still held his breath, holding his heart and waiting for a miracle to happen.

Then a miracle really happens.

When Zhang Zhiyan opened his eyes, he didn’t see anyone in the ward, only the opened window and the curtains blown by the wind. Outside the window was a tall tree with new shoots bursting out from the branches, and it was tender green. It looks so cute.

After a while, the doctor came in a hurry and gave him a general examination. About half an hour later, Zhao Yan also came.

Zhang Zhiyan stared blankly at Zhao Yan for a long while, until tears welled up in his eyes, before he stopped.

"Mom," he said hoarsely, but with a smile, "why is your hair so messy?"

Zhao Yan smiled, but tears were streaming down her face. She wiped away the tears and said in a low voice, "I'll call your brother over right away."

Zhang Zhiyan showed the most surprised expression since he woke up: "Ah, is Yanyan on vacation?"

"Yeah, he just left." Zhao Yan leaned over to help him cut his hair, and said, "I'll stay with you for a few days."

Zhang Zhiyan joked, "Then I woke up too late, right?"

Zhao Yan shook her head: "It's not too late, not at all."

Then she went out to call Zhao Qiyan, and before she could say a few words, she couldn't help sobbing, unable to speak a complete sentence.

Lu Zhan, who had been guarding the door, came over and held her hand, "Auntie."

Zhao Yan glanced at him, handed him the phone, and then slowly squatted on the ground and cried uncontrollably.

Lu Zhan said to Zhao Qi, "He's awake."

Only the sound of breathing and the sound of vehicles passing by is left on the phone.

He repeated: "Xiao Zhao, your brother is awake."

Zhao Qiyan turned around and went to change the ticket.

His hand holding the phone was terribly tight, as if trying to crush the thin body, the joints were bloodless and pale.

He seemed to have returned to that day, the day when he learned the news of Zhang Zhiyan's injury.

Everything was as usual, the person who spoke was like a funny clown, the so-called bad news was just a fool's joke, he said calmly that he knew, and even his eyes were red to express his sadness, but he felt in his heart that everything was false.

It's all fake.The world is roaring, only his world is real.In his world, as long as he waits another half an hour, his brother will come home from work, will bring him a pack of maltose bought on the way home, will tell him what happened today, will go to the kitchen to help his mother pick vegetables, will I scratched my ears and asked myself if I listened carefully in class.

He firmly believed, and waited until the third day when no one was home. The school leader called him and asked him why he didn't come to class.

"You have always been a good student, why have you been absent this week? You can't get in touch with your parents, what happened?"

The handset cable of the landline was not too long, so he sat on the balcony holding the handset all the way, turning over the base.

He walked to the balcony and opened the thick curtains. It was already sunset outside the window. He raised his head under the bright yellow sunlight and whispered softly into the small telephone receiver, as if telling a little secret.

The sun shone on his cheeks, he tried hard to open his eyes wide, but the salty, bitter tears still slipped down the corners of his mouth.

He said, "Teacher, something really happened."

He took another step forward, and the phone cord was completely snapped.

Facing the silent receiver, he tremblingly said, "My brother was shot."

"...They said he was dying."

The golden sun finally set.

The author has something to say:

Baby, stop crying, everything is alright