Southern tide

Chapter 20 20

However, these are things for later.On that day, the day Cao Sheng left, Mu Yang stood in the morning glow, wearing warm sunlight, but his heart was as cold as March winter.

That day, none of these things had time to happen.

Cao Sheng was also ruthless in his attack. At that time, Mu Yang was put on the ground. The asphalt road was uneven, and discarded nails and small steel pipes from the hardware store not far away were scattered here and there.As soon as the fragile and delicate skin met them, it was scratched and bled, and Mu Yang was almost disfigured.

The wound was deep, like a big rift, but Mu Yang said impatiently over and over again that it was okay, Zhou Mingshen sneered and said you fucking shut up.

Mu Yang glanced at him, shut up obediently, and sat in the corridor with the registration slip to wait, while Zhou Mingshean went to the outpatient clinic to pay him the tetanus fee.

However, he seldom went to the hospital. This was almost the first time that Zhou Mingsheath walked into the hospital alone.He seldom gets sick, coupled with the fact that he is unfamiliar with the place and confused, Zhou Ming got lost like a fly.He had to find the injection department at the nurse's station in the inpatient area, but why did all the damn wards look exactly the same?

Zhou Mingshe had no choice but to use a stupid method, carefully looking at each door one by one.

So he didn't expect that he saw his mother's name on the name book at the door of one of the inpatient wards.

Three beds, Shen Yinzhu.

Zhou Mingxiu stood at the door for a moment, as if frozen, unable to recover.

He plucked up the courage to push the door and go in, but the only response was the wind.

The morning breeze passed through the window, blowing up the gauze curtain, and entered the corridor, sweeping past his ears.The wind seemed to carry the fragrance of grass unique to the mother, but it disappeared in a blink of an eye, and Zhou Ming couldn't catch it at all.

——The third bed was empty, only a little girl who accompanied the bed was sitting by the window, looking up with a bowl of tremella soup.She blushed from being stared at by Zhou Mingshea, she was embarrassed for a while, and smiled at him embarrassedly.

Zhou Mingsheath's heart jumped up.I have never jumped so fast and in such a hurry, as if I was about to fly out.So he followed his heart and ran down the corridor impatiently.He used to be afraid to meet his mother again, but at this moment, after experiencing this earth-shattering night, he really wanted to see her, he just wanted to throw himself into the arms of the mother he was most familiar with, and hold her hand tightly.

Give her back the bone ring.

Zhou Mingshea ran all the way to find the nurse's station, and the little nurse sitting in the desk was terrified by him.

She listened to Zhou Mingshea asking out of breath, where did the patient named Shen Yinzhu go? Ming Sheath's eyes were almost burning with flames: "She's discharged from the hospital."

Zhou Mingshe asked persistently: What disease?Serious or not?Where did you go?

The nurse raised her eyebrows: who are you?none of your business?This is the privacy of the patient and cannot be told to you.

Zhou Mingshe lowered her eyes: her name is Shen Yinzhu, she is my mother, she is small, dark, with beautiful eyes.She doesn't want me anymore, but I want to see her.

The head nurse had been listening to them all the time, and raised her head when she heard the words: I believe in you.You look five points like her.

She looked at Zhou Mingshea's eyes, not knowing whether it was pity or regret, "She has been discharged from the hospital for a long time. The list has not been changed. The disease has not been cured—the thyroid disease. I don't know where she went."

The head nurse said: "I just remember that she has a very strong fishy smell, which can't be washed off no matter how much you wash it. Everyone pinches their noses and refuses to be in the same ward with her. Go to the seaside to find it. Go to ten Three surges away," said the head nurse, "she looks like someone who lives at sea."

But she used to be a person who lived in the mountains.

Zhou Mingshea was only dazed for a moment, lowered his head and did not speak.

But his heart was only depressed at that moment.Soon, he cheered up again.

He has long been used to the disasters that come one after another, and the world is like a tsunami island, like a rift valley and a forest.His youthful shoulders had hardened too soon, too soon, and now they were strong enough to bear it all.So he thanked him politely, and asked where the injection department was without changing his face.

He finally found the nurse according to the instructions, got the tetanus needle, and went back to the corridor of Building B to look for Mu Yang. Mu Yang was squinting his eyes and sitting on the dilapidated light green bench. He heard the noise and looked up.

A ray of morning light stretched his shadow very long.With snow-white walls and grass-green chairs, Mu Yang is the only protagonist in this oil painting.

However, his face was so red.As he got closer, Zhou Mingshe could feel his fiery breath.

Zhou Mingshea frowned: "What's wrong with your face..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mu Yang.Mu Yang stood up, shook a bit, Zhou Mingshea reached out to help, but Mu Yang said: "Why are you so slow..."

The voice was very low, like a baby, with some grievances, scratching Zhou Mingsheath like a small animal.

Then Mu Yang said to him: "Headache, Zhou Mingsheath, my head hurts so much." He said, "Why is it so uncomfortable? I feel uncomfortable, you hug me."

As soon as the voice fell, he closed his eyes and fell forward.

Zhou Ming scooped him into his arms.His cold and hard stone-like heart was scalded by Mu Yang's breath.

Mu Yang had a high fever, and the reason was simple—he had fights with Cao Sheng, his body was covered with injuries, and he was as stubborn as a donkey. He refused to ask a nurse to disinfect and bandage him immediately. After a while, his body became inflamed.

He passed out, and the nurse rushed over, reaching out from all directions to move him to the stretcher, but Zhou Mingshe refused.He hugged Mu Yang with his arms around his waist, hugged him tightly, and sent him to the hospital bed himself.

He covered Mu Yang tightly with the quilt.

He sat with his back to Mu Yang, on a small low wooden chair beside his bed.He lay on the side of the bed, and very carefully put one arm on his pillow, waiting for Mu Yang to wake up.

He rests on his arm.

Mu Yang was extremely close to him, almost within reach.He could clearly see the fluff on Mu Yang's face, those furry outlines outlined by the soft sunlight.

Can smell Mu Yang's breath.

He lowered his eyes slightly, just staring at Mu Yang quietly and deeply.A thin white gauze floated by the window, screening the hot noon sun finely and densely.They lay on Mu Yang's body like floating wheat waves, and Zhou Ming stretched out his hand, almost jealous.

Sunshine occupied his Mu Yang.The sun wants to plunder him back.

Zhou Mingshea was amused by his almost pathological possessiveness.He thought to himself: Why do you even eat the vinegar of the sun?

He looked into Mu Yang's eyes.

Mu Yang frowned slightly in his sleep, not sleeping peacefully.Zhou Mingshe reached out and rubbed his brows.

It’s not that he has never been so close to Mu Yang—even closer—they slept in the same bed together, kissed, and he hugged Mu Yang’s thin waist and sat on his motorcycle and galloped across Hong Kong In the streets and alleys of the city, he embraced his hands, his arms, every part of his body and danced in the small and cramped room...

But nothing compares to this moment, in the quiet sunlight, his chest was full of waves.

For a moment, he had an illusion, as if he and Mu Yang had watched each other for many, many years.It was as if he had been staring at his eyebrows and eyes like this for countless days and nights, outlining every cunning and proud beauty bestowed on him by the Creator with his eyes.

Have you guarded a person?

You guard a person, do nothing, and don't care about anything.Things outside the ward have nothing to do with you, and the hustle and bustle of the world is not your concern.You just stay in the room silently like this, and only do one thing: write down every inch of his skin, and count the number of his distinct eyelashes.You guard him like this, stare at his facial features, wipe his body, cover him with a soft snow-white quilt, and then sit aside with your arms propped up, waiting patiently for a nothingness ending.

So your love is infinitely magnified during this long time, and all the tenderness of your life flows to him at this moment.

you just realized...

So you love him so much.

Thinking of this, Zhou Mingshe lowered his head and smiled.He once attributed the throbbing towards Mu Yang to the hormone secretion of young people, thinking that it was a passionate collision, and it didn't matter if they went their separate ways after the collision.But looking at Mu Yang now, he realized that even if one day, this person gets old, his face is gone, and his youth is gone, maybe he is still willing to wait for him like this.

He grabbed Mu Yang's hand from under the quilt.He fell asleep, and could only let Zhou Mingsheath do as he pleased.

Zhou Mingshean slowly rubbed Mu Yang's with his palm.The lines on their palms greeted each other like mountains and ravines at this moment.He fondled Mu Yang's fingers over and over again, drawing circles on the back of his hand with great interest.Until he got tired of playing, he held Mu Yang's hand tightly.

He sighed, propped himself up, and bent over Mu Yang's face.

He reached out and pressed Mu Yang's lips.Soft and warm, the color of blood.Zhou Mingshea's eyes dimmed slightly, and he wiped the secret corner over and over again.

He finally couldn't hold back and bowed his head.

What you taste is the taste of the purest desire in the world.

A nameless sigh echoed in the wind blowing ward.