Another love affair with an ex

The high-beam lights of the big truck shone straight over. At night, it was like a giant and terrifying. Its snake-like walking and speeding were unusual.

The bridge is not spacious, and the oncoming white Bentley car cannot be avoided, and half of the car's head still collided with it after the steering wheel was turned sharply.

The truck driver woke up suddenly, and did not fully step on the brakes at the moment of the collision, allowing the behemoth to overwhelm the car and leave a few meters away with inertia.

The entire car was run over by the truck, and one can imagine how bloody the people in the car would be.

The unconscious person lying in the car had no idea what vicious actions the truck driver had made at the moment of life and death. Looking at the blood stains under his body, he finally couldn't bear the fatigue from his nervous system and fell down.

The driver's palms were sweaty, and when he jumped off the tall front of the car, his feet felt like he was stepping on cotton, and every step was extremely unreal.Like an ordinary middle-aged man, he is not tall and slightly fat. He wears a cheap short dark down jacket. He takes out a smartphone from his trouser pocket with a trembling right hand and presses 120 with trembling fingers.

In the winter night, the breath between the nose condenses into white air, and in the distance are the bustling neon lights of the city center, flickering and flickering.

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City First Hospital.

Each department is free or busy, and the hospital is in short supply on legal holidays like the New Year's Day holiday. The director of the emergency department made arrangements for the people around him: "The patient sent last night, Yu Xingchen in bed No. [-], has a broken thigh and is fine. Ward, bed No. [-], Wang Gui..."

There were three people in the same room in the general ward. The legs were fractured to varying degrees, and the leg hanging was done by the same doctor.

Yu Xingchen was lying on the bed bored, his new car was scrapped, his mobile phone was buried with him, and his wallet should still be at the scene of the car accident. At this moment, he had nothing to lose, so he could only accept the accusations from his roommate.

"Hey, just came in?" He put down the iPad in his hand and pointed to his thigh, "I was fighting and was broken with a stick, what about you?"

The tone sounded very proud, and Yu Xingchen couldn't be picky about the person he was chatting with at this time, so he answered: "Last night, there was a car accident on the Yuxing Bridge."

The man was startled: "Wait! Eleven o'clock last night? Yuxing Bridge in the west of the city?"

"Well, the driver was driving tired and crashed."

The man held up the iPad in his hand, and the headline in bold was eye-catching: Yuxing Bridge crashed a million-dollar luxury car Bentley...

The illustrations and texts are both luxuriant and the description is clear.

"This is you?"

He couldn't deny it, "Yeah."

The man looked him up and down, "Ouqi Ouqi! Brother, if you survive a catastrophe, you will have a good future."

Yu Xingchen smiled, "Good words, good words."

The patient continued to look at the photos of the scene of the car accident, "This level of tragedy is basically a car crash. Brother, you are lucky. I share a ward with you, so I can get a little bit of your European spirit..."

The man was enthusiastic and talkative, and then asked: "Hey, what about your family? Why didn't you see anyone? You had such a big car accident, why didn't anyone come to bed with you?"

Yu Xingchen looked calm, and explained: "I just returned to China, and I don't know anyone in China."

"……migrant?"

Yu Xingchen: "Chinese."

This person was very interested, and Yu Xingchen satisfied his curiosity, "I went abroad when I was 10 years old, and my parents are gone. Come back to China to have a look."

Yu Xingchen didn't talk much, but he wasn't indifferent. The patient was a chatterbox. The two exchanged names and learned that the other opened a design studio.

"Then it's inconvenient for you to move now, and you don't have any relatives or friends in the country?"

"It's okay to find a nurse."

"But your mother tongue is pretty good, not like ABC."

Yu Xingchen said: "Well, the family members communicate in their mother tongue."

After chatting for a long time, Yu Xingchen asked to borrow the other party's iPad, log in to his online shopping account, place orders for mobile phones, and various delivery services.

The contemporary domestic logistics has developed to a level that can make normal people useless. He has indeed missed a lot in the past few years in China.

The third person in the room had been getting bored with his girlfriend and did not participate in the conversation between the two. In the afternoon, the police brought the truck driver over.

This was an obvious accident, and the truck driver was fully responsible. After the police questioned, the driver kept bowing his head and apologized. Finally, the police asked him whether he chose to prosecute or privately.

The driver looked at Yu Xingchen, and he said, "It's private, just pay me for the medical expenses."

The policeman left after finishing the incident and educated the driver. Yu Xingchen kindly asked him to sit down and talk.

In fact, he didn't care about the compensation for medical expenses. If the other party felt remorse, he would forgive him, show 100% sincerity, negotiate the amount of compensation, and let him go home.

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All the patients came to visit one after another, but Yu Xingchen was deserted in front of his bed. He counted how many years he had not been in the hospital, probably as many as 100 years.

At the moment of the car accident, there was a familiar yet unfamiliar pain in the leg, and it had been 100 years since the last time I felt the pain.

Human life is precious because of its finite lifespan, but he needs to face endless reciprocating cycles.

The news of the day was pushed on the screen of the mobile phone. After learning about domestic social networks, he re-downloaded the social APP and scanned his QR code at the warm invitation of his patients.

There is only one person in the friend list.

"You have just returned to China, and your circle of friends is empty."

The patient was fiddling with his mobile phone, and suddenly raised his mobile phone to take a selfie, calling Yu Xing and Chen Rujing, "Lean in, this way, and look at the camera."

People who don't take selfies very well may not know, but the third patient's girlfriend who is proficient in selfies found that the angle of selfies of this person is not straight at all.Yu Xingchen was somewhat resistant to the camera, and subconsciously hid. The more advanced the technology, the harder it is for them to hide their identities, especially on social networks. A photo may spread across four oceans and seven continents, and be noticed by interested people. It will be inconvenient to change their identities next time.

"Hey, don't cover your face!"

He had no choice but to put his hands down and let the face that hadn't changed for a hundred years enter the mirror.

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After the ward round the next morning, he couldn't sleep again. After yesterday's communication, he had become familiar with him, and the patient began to talk about his ex and other topics with him.

"My leg is because I broke up with my ex, went to a bar to get drunk, and then made trouble after drinking, and was smashed in the chaos."

It was also said yesterday that it was discounted with a stick, Yu Xingchen said that the man can't believe it all.

"I've been here for a week, and she doesn't even come to see me."

Yu Xingchen asked: "Didn't you break up? Why did you come to see you?"

"A husband and wife can be kind for a hundred days, and there is no benevolence and righteousness in buying and selling."

Yu Xing and Chen Youxin comforted him, and said with a smile, "My ex didn't come to see me either."

The patient snorted, "Your ex is abroad, I'm afraid he didn't even know you had a broken leg."

"..." There is no taboo in using words.

"However, it's not impossible."

Yu Xingchen asked while scrolling through Weibo: "What?"

"You post photos of your car accident on your mutual social network, if he has no more love for you, hehehe... Isn't it just a matter of an airplane ticket?"

Hearing this, Yu Xingchen shook his head, the patient suddenly took a plan, ignored his leg in plaster, jumped out of bed, snatched his phone, squeezed his face to take a selfie, and then took a photo of the hospital bed, micro After a while on the blog, his tone was particularly greasy.

This series of movements was fast and ruthless, and Yu Xingchen was a little taken aback, reminding him: "Pay attention to your lower legs."

The patient smirked a few times and returned the phone to him, only to remember his legs, and fell down on the bed with an ouch.

"Are you okay?"

The patient stretched out like a carp, laying back on the bed intact, with his left leg resting on the plaster leg, entered the ID he saw just now on Weibo, followed, liked, forwarded and commented.

Yu Xingchen only looked down at the tampered mobile phone after receiving the reminder, a little speechless.

"My... ex doesn't play Weibo."

Patient: "Oh, my ex is playing."

"..."

Patient friend: "You can tell your mutual friend that you were hospitalized in a car accident, and he will be sure to know in less than an hour."

Yu Xingchen: "..."

He cut off contact with his old friend, so he didn't plan to contact him again.

The patient saw that he looked a little lonely, and asked: "Hey, why don't you tell me about your cause and effect, and I can help you analyze the chances of getting back together?"

However, Yu Xingchen's first sentence was: "We broke up for three years."

"Damn it!" The patient was incredulous, "You still can't forget the three years after we broke up? Are all the children soy sauced?"

Breaking up for three years is not too long for ordinary people, let alone them.

The patient advised him: "Brother, you are rich and beautiful, you are a good young man, hurry up and look for a second spring, but the first love is really unforgettable...is it the first love?"

Yu Xingchen nodded.

The patient asked: "How long have you been together?"

100 years.

Of course, I can’t answer that way. I gave a discount of 100 years and said, "Ten... years."

The patient was surprised: "How old are you this year?"

Yu Xingchen recalled the birth date of the fake identity and said, "Two...eighteen."

The patient was in awe: "So, you are high school classmates? We were together when you were 15 years old?"

Yu Xingchen accepted this setting, and continued to write down: "Well, it's... puppy love."

Patient: "Then why did you break up? Family reasons? Career conflicts? Cheating?"

Yu Xingchen shook his head, "Afterwards, we kept arguing about trivial matters, and I don't know why, but we got very angry."

The patient had a clear look, "I know, you guys have had a ten-year itch."

The author has something to say: It’s not long, superpowers are not used much, and they are not saints who save the world. They are committed to hiding their identities, breaking fate, falling in love, etc., so that they can live like normal human beings.

It's very short, and it's not long to write just a temporary brain hole, and I have already thought of a copy of the story.

I originally planned to write it and update it, but changed my mind.