Luggage Syndrome

On the TV in the ward, the meteorological station put up a yellow rainstorm warning signal.

In City G, this is not uncommon.What is rare is that Fu Lang was able to get off work on time because of this.

After finishing the shift, Fu Lang sat wearily in the lounge for a long time before getting up to leave.

Fu Lang thought that he had long been used to this kind of life.

Like a working machine, tireless.

However, when he went out with Liang Yicheng on the weekend, he felt as if he had changed from a machine to a human being.

It's ridiculous that he's a little obsessed with being human.

However, people get tired.

For the next week, he was overwhelmed by the fatigue he was accustomed to.There was even a night when he was eating dinner in the duty room, but his consciousness gradually faded away.It was already midnight when he woke up, he was lying on the bed in the doctor's lounge, and Wang Ruizhen, who was supposed to be lying on this bed, had been busy all night instead of him.

Fu Lang felt a little guilty.

In the past days, he was alone, and his heart was ashamed, even if he wore stars and moons, he could still hold on.

However, I don't know when it started, all this changed.

The first raindrops hit the car window lightly and softly, making a crisp sound.

Fu Lang's attention finally returned to the road.There is a bit of traffic near his home. There is an elementary school near his community. Because of the rain, many parents drove to pick up their children.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and it is only five o'clock now, and the sky seems to have entered the night.Fu Lang could only turn on the headlights, lean forward, look around in the extremely small visible range, and slowly find a parking space.

As he passed between two cars, he glanced inward and slammed on the brakes.

Between the two cars, there is a person kneeling.

To say it is kneeling is not quite appropriate.Although the man was kneeling, his upper body was lying on the ground, as if he couldn't feel the huge puddle of water on the ground.The man tried his best to move his head closer to the dark bottom of the car, as if he was looking for something.

The man watched for a while before standing up and walking to the next car.

With the help of the dim light, Fu Lang saw clearly that it was Liang Yicheng.

In the heavy rain, Liang Yicheng was drenched all over. His shirt, which should have been snow white, had become transparent, wet against his flesh, and splashed with bits of dirt.

Liang Yicheng supported the car beside him, knelt down slowly, then lowered his head, and lowered his body slowly.

Like a pious and kind man, he knelt down slowly in the majestic Daxiong Hall and prayed earnestly.

Fu Lang stared at him blankly.When Liang Yicheng's head was almost touching the ground, he punched the steering wheel.

The sound of the car horn was not very clear in the heavy rain, but to those who were not far from the car, it was no less than a thunderclap.

Liang Yicheng raised his head in confusion, Fu Lang had already rushed out of the car, stood beside him, looking down at him.

Fu Lang stared at it for a long time, but those deer eyes were still dark and empty, without all the lights that made him indulge, as if washed away by the rainstorm, only cold despair.

"Brother Fu..."

Fu Lang didn't open an umbrella, the annoying heavy rain made his ears rumble, and he almost couldn't hear Liang Yicheng's voice clearly.He took a step closer, pulled up Liang Yicheng who was still muttering, and stuffed him into the car.

The closed car door separated the coolness and noise of the rainstorm, creating a quiet and warm small world in the noisy night.

But Liang Yicheng was still trembling.

"I'm sorry...I lost Xiaobai...I'm sorry...I'm sorry..."

Fu Lang's heart ached.

I don't know if it's because he lost his beloved cat.

Or because of the choked and trembling voice of the person in front of him.

The rotten heart was roughly torn apart, but the blood that flowed out was hot.

Fu Lang took several deep breaths before saying calmly, "Don't worry, tell me, what's going on?"

Liang Yicheng was short of breath, he sniffed hard, and said, "I just entered your room, and I didn't notice that Xiaobai was following me, and then it jumped out of the window."

The moment Liang Yicheng watched the little white cat jump, his breathing stopped.

The shock of the picture in the nightmare appearing directly in front of his eyes made him freeze in place.After a while, he rushed to the window.

Before poking his head out, too many bloody images flashed through his mind, each of which was enough to make him collapse.

In fact, the picture he saw didn't have a trace of blood, but it also broke him down.

The little white cat is gone.

No matter how he looks around, he can only see a small lawn downstairs, as well as the cars coming and going on the side road, without the familiar white figure.

"Xiaobai!!! Xiaobai!!!"

Liang Yicheng yelled on the lawn, ignoring the pointing eyes of the people around him, just frantically looking around around.

He didn't know when it started to rain, he didn't know when the people around him disappeared, and he didn't know when he went from crying to hysterical.

The lost cat and the icy rain awakened the most painful memory.

He struggled and held on, wandering helplessly in the darkness, searching.

After listening to Liang Yicheng's intermittent narration, Fu Lang calmed down.

Since the little white cat can disappear in such a short time, at least it shows that it is not injured.Although the traffic in the community is very dangerous, in this heavy rain, it should not run around, and it is likely to get into a corner to avoid the rain.

He doesn't blame Liang Yicheng, after all, he is also responsible for keeping the windows open all the time, even if the little white cat has almost no chance to enter his room, but there is no guarantee that one day he will be negligent and have an accident.

But Liang Yicheng obviously didn't think of this.

Fu Lang felt that Liang Yicheng had fallen into extreme fear rather than not thinking about it.

Liang Yicheng's breathing was always short, and he looked out of the window with dilated pupils, as if there was something in the dark night that made him tremble, even if he was still supporting himself, it was just a candle in the wind.

"Calm down, White Wolf will be fine."

Liang Yicheng remained motionless.

Fu Lang found that Liang Yicheng's eyes had lost focus, empty and lifeless, very much like the old man who signed the treatment waiver agreement with withered hands.

Fu Lang was in a hurry, picked up Liang Yicheng's cold hand with one hand, put it in his palm to warm it up, and forcibly broke Liang Yicheng's head with the other hand, patted his face lightly, and called in a low voice: "Yi Cheng, Yi Cheng! Cheng?"

As if being scalded by his hand, Liang Yicheng trembled very lightly, raised his eyes, and stared at him blankly.

Gradually, Liang Yicheng's breathing slowed down.

Finally, Fu Lang saw a silent cry for help in those dark eyes.

The author says:

Everyone is busy killing pigeons, hurry up and touch that poor orange [Take the opportunity to run away ps: You hold back!Ma Ma, if I stabbed a knife, I will love you even more