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What do people think when they face death?A book that Fu Ying once read said that at the moment of dying, every second left is elongated to look back on the short life lived.

After Fu Ran passed away, he held this book in his hand and read it countless times. Countless times, when Xiao Ran was lying on the hospital bed and closing her eyes in pain, whether her short teenage life was enough for her to make up for it. That second of memory?

But when it was his turn, Fu Ying looked at the glaring light in front of him, and the car coming straight towards him. The countdown to death was approaching little by little, but he didn't think about anything, only when his body was pulled by a huge force. Suddenly, a mottled green and gold flashed before his eyes.

He blinked, and the picture in front of him had rotated.

Ah, just remembered.

The mottled green and gold are the sunlight cast in the green leaves and gaps that he saw when he looked up while sitting on the back seat of his father's bicycle.

The car bells were jingling, and he was staggering in the back seat, holding two popsicles in his hands, one for himself to eat and one for Xiao Ran.

That was the summer of his childhood, and it was also the most comfortable childhood in his life, and he would never go back to his childhood.

Parents and sister have been reunited there, are they all waiting for me now?

His body hit the floor hard, his cheeks hurt, his eyes filled with physical tears, and the clanging bicycle bells were replaced by screams of fear.

Fu Ying blinked on her stomach, tears mixed with the warm blood on her face, her blurred vision became clear, and the face of her father who was riding a bicycle looking back was replaced by Zhong Qiu's embarrassed face.

"Xiaoying? Xiaoying, are you okay?" Zhong Qiu saw the blood on Fu Ying's face, his pupils shrank slightly, and the hands holding his face trembled.

Fu Ying finally regained her senses from the shock. He felt the pain from his leg. He didn't know where he was injured again, but he didn't have any strength in his body, so he could only let Zhong Qiu hold him.

Seeing his cold face, Zhong Qiu couldn't see any chance of escaping after the catastrophe, he paused in his heart, and quickly asked: "Xiaoying, is it okay for you to say something, I'm very scared."

Fu Ying looked at him with eyes finally converging and no longer empty. He opened his mouth and said softly: "I seem to have seen my parents and Xiao Ran just now. I was sitting on my father's bicycle. He came to pick me up and go home."

"Don't say those words." Zhong Qiu hugged him tighter: "Where does it hurt?"

Fu Ying blinked, tears streaming down his face, he raised his finger and pointed to his leg: "Calf, it feels like it's scratched."

Zhong Qiu followed his hand and found that Fu Ying's trousers were torn open, exposing a piece of blood dripping.He took a breath, and immediately picked up Fu Ying and walked outside.

The restaurant is already in a mess, glass shards are scattered everywhere, the car that rushed into the restaurant hit the wall, the airbag inside has been deployed, and the people inside are dead or alive.

The guests had already left, and the waiters were calling the police. Two of them came up with towels, trying to wrap Fu Ying's legs around her to stop the bleeding.

"Please call an ambulance, thank you!"

Zhong Qiu found a clean chair and sat down, took the towel and pressed it on Fu Ying's bleeding wound. He was a little afraid to use force, fearing that he would hurt his bone again this time.

Freed from the exhausted state, Fu Ying supported Zhong Qiu's arm and sat up a little, cleared her throat and said, "It's okay, it's just scratched the flesh, the bones inside are fine."

"Don't move around, the ambulance will come right away, the ambulance will come right away." Zhong Qiu hugged Fu Ying tightly, chanting words over and over, his body even trembling.

His emotions were conveyed through the friction of body temperature and clothing, and the voice of calling his name repeatedly in his ears made Fu Ying relax with the feeling of dependence.

He has not felt protected for many years, but now he has a sense of dependence on his surveillance object, which is funny and ridiculous, as if the whole world has been turned upside down.

"Zhong Qiu." Fu Ying said suddenly.

Young Master Zhong, who had been muttering about it, suddenly became quiet, and looked down at Fu Ying.

"Don't be too nervous, I'm fine." Fu Ying smiled, the blood from the scratches on his cheeks had dried up and turned brown, he felt his skin being pulled, but he still said: "If you hadn't pulled me, I would Already dead, thank you."

Maybe it was the suspension bridge effect, or maybe it was just what he thought, Fu Ying stretched out her hand to touch Zhong Qiu's face, squeezed it lightly and said, "Smile, I almost escaped death."

Zhong Qiu forced a smile on his face, but it was uglier than crying.He hugged Fu Ying tightly, and the white towel stained with blood fell to the ground, and his face was deeply buried in Fu Ying's shoulder.

"This kind of thing won't happen again, I swear, it won't happen again." Zhong Qiu murmured, but Fu Ying was still comforting: "This is not your problem, you know?"

Zhong Qiu paused, and said softly, "It's my problem. If I didn't take you out for dinner today and stayed at home, how could this happen? It's all my fault!"

"It's not your problem." Fu Ying raised her volume, looked at Zhong Qiu and sighed, reached out and touched his face and said warmly: "Don't take all the problems on yourself, it's not your fault, you know ?”

Zhong Qiu opened his mouth to speak, but Fu Ying covered his mouth with his hand.

"You are a good person." Fu Ying said softly: "You are always blaming yourself, don't do this. Whether it's your aunt's business or what happened just now, it's not your fault."

Zhong Qiu closed her eyes and shook her head, but Fu Ying didn't seem to see her, and continued to say: "You are not my aunt's burden, nor the one who hurt me, you are also the victim, you are not the perpetrator, you know?"

The hand covering his mouth was slowly pulled down, Zhong Qiu's voice was a little hoarse: "You are obviously the one who was frightened and injured, why are you comforting me instead?"

"Because you look sadder than me." Fu Ying smiled: "I can't help comforting you, I always feel that sad expression should not appear on your face."

Zhong Qiu was stunned for a moment, then suddenly lowered his head: "Why, you said the same thing as my mother?"

"is it?"

"Before she left, she looked back and was very energetic. She told me that life has a beginning and an end, but it ends in a different way. She said that I was born with things that many people can't have in their lifetime, so I should be happy, The sad look shouldn't be on my face."

Fu Ying paused: "She just wants to make you happy, don't be too sad."

"I was born with things that other people can't have in their lifetime, but lost the mother that everyone else has. I don't seem to be much luckier than them."

Zhong Qiu smiled wryly: "Should I be happy or sad? I don't know."

Fu Ying patted him on the back: "I just don't want you to always blame yourself for something."

It's different, Zhong Qiu wanted to say that this car accident that he knew but didn't prevent was different from his mother's death, but Fu Ying's comfort and stroking hands behind him made it impossible and impossible for him to say this out.

Once out, he didn't know what to expect.

Although he doesn't know what the future will hold, at least he doesn't want to lose this person in his arms at this moment.

He hugged Fu Ying tightly, and when he heard the sound of an ambulance approaching from afar, he said sorry softly.

But the medical staff had already pushed the stretcher over, Fu Ying didn't hear what Zhong Qiu said amidst the noise, he was carefully pushed away on the stretcher, and Zhong Qiu got into the car after him.

"What happened in the store..."

Zhong Qiu took his hand and squeezed it: "Don't worry, I've already called Feng Qing over to deal with it."

Fu Ying nodded: "Is the driver still alive?"

"I don't know, I didn't pay attention, but when the waiter pulled him out just now, I saw blood on his head." Zhong Qiu said.

Fu Ying fell silent, and began to think whether it was an accident or a conspiracy.

The car came straight at him, obviously the target was himself.But the jobs he took over in the past all ended very cleanly, it is impossible for anyone to want to make trouble for him.

Did that offend someone recently?

Fu Ying thought for a while and couldn't find a clue, but Zhong Qiu's frowning made Zhong Qiu mistakenly think that his leg was hurting, and she leaned beside her to comfort her a lot, distracting him again.

The hospital arrived soon, Fu Ying entered the dressing room for treatment, Zhong Qiu went to pay the medical expenses for him, and Cui Yuean went to Zhong Qiu after seeing Fu Ying's situation.

The two met in the corridor of the hospital, and Cui Yue'an couldn't help raising her eyebrows looking at his cousin's blood-stained white shirt.

"How is he?" Zhong Qiu asked.

Cui Yue'an: "It's okay, it's just a flesh wound, but there is a deep wound that may need stitches." He folded his arms and sighed and asked, "Why are you in such a hurry."

"What why?" Zhong Qiu looked at him.

Cui Yue'an stared at him for a while, then shrugged: "Okay, let me change the question, you see him injured, do you regret it now?"

Zhong Qiu was silent for a while, shook the receipt in his hand, organized his words for a long time, and then said: "Regret, I regret that I should have prepared better at that time, and I shouldn't have hurt him."

"Still lying at this time?" Cui Yue'an lowered her voice: "Everyone can see how anxious you are now, stop lying, you just like him. If you don't like him, you see a car crashing past, you Will you reach out?"

Zhong Qiu said calmly: "I haven't denied that I have a crush on him."

"Then what are you going to do next? Confess to Fu Ying?" Cui Yuean asked.

Zhong Qiu passed him and walked forward: "Walk one step at a time, if this time can make him and Zhong Xu clear, then it doesn't matter if I lie to him for the rest of my life."

Cui Yuean caught up with him and whispered, "This is too risky."

"Only those who take risks can win." Zhong Qiu glanced at him and warned, "Don't talk nonsense when you see him later."

The two returned to Fu Ying's ward, and as soon as they opened the door, Zhong Qiu saw Fu Ying staring at the mirror on the wall in a daze, to be precise, staring at the coat on his body in the mirror.

Zhong Qiu's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just..." Fu Ying frowned and looked at him: "I just remembered that I was wearing your coat, so could that car be coming towards you?"