Door crack

Pain, heart-piercing pain, I don't know if it is the soul or the body.

He suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was a dim and unfamiliar room, and a hanging bottle hanging on a metal pole beside the bed. What was poured into the lung lobes with oxygen was the strong smell of disinfectant water.

Hospital?Was it just a dream?Where is Zeng Chen?

Struggling to get up, the piercing pain all over his body caused him to fall heavily back on the bed, and the violent vibration naturally woke up the person lying beside the bed.

"Don't move around, you broke three ribs and almost died."

"Zeng Chen?"

"It's me." The voice narrated calmly in the dark with a slight nasal sound.

"you……"

"I am fine."

The atmosphere fell into an awkward silence, he had so many things he wanted to ask Zeng Chen, but he didn't know where to start.Holding Zeng Chen's hand with difficulty, seeing that the thin wrist was only covered with a thin layer of bandage, his hanging heart finally fell down.

"The injury... healed so quickly?" Qiao Yiming's voice was so hoarse that he could hardly recognize his own voice, and Qiao Yiming swallowed hard to relieve the stinging pain in his throat.

Zeng Chen got up and poured some warm water for Qiao Yiming, the amount was very small, just enough to wet his mouth, "Soon? You've been sleeping for almost a month." Taking off the gauze on his wrist, the bright red scar appeared in the dark Inexplicably strange, "The wound has healed, and the gauze is just to cover the marks."

a month?It took so long!Wearing a loose hospital gown, Qiao Yiming walked around dishonestly, "Where's my coat?"

"I've been throwing it in the bathroom. It's badly torn and covered in blood. I want to ask you if you want to throw it away when you wake up. What's wrong?"

"Great! Give me the clothes."

Zeng Chen didn't know why, but obediently carried the bag containing the coat to Qiao Yiming, the rust smell had been pungent for a long time.

"Help me turn on the light."

"No, that's it."

Why?Qiao Yiming didn't ask, he guessed Zeng Chen's reason for refusing to turn on the light almost instantly, his thick nasal voice had already betrayed his face hidden in the darkness, "You cried before."

Silence instead of answer.

"Because of me?" It might be pretentious to ask, but at this moment, he just wanted to get to the bottom of it.Grabbing Zeng Chen's hand who wanted to escape, the touch was as warm and dry as in a dream.It was so good that it wasn't ice cold, which was great.

With one hand free, he fumbled in the rag pocket, and the cold object touched by his fingertips was what he was looking for.Qiao Yiming took out his watch, and piously kissed Zeng Chen on the back of his hand. The watch returned to its original owner, perfectly covering the long scar, "I'll give it back to you."

"Thank you."

The ambiguous thanks made Qiao Yiming a little confused, "It was originally yours."

"I'm not talking about that." Zeng Chen sat on the chair beside the hospital bed, letting Qiao Yiming hold onto his hand, his mood had never been so mixed.

When the moment of dying comes, loneliness and coldness are stronger than any other feeling, and regret and unwillingness are about to overwhelm him. All these tragedies will not move the person in his heart. Is it worth it?

If you have the courage to choose death, but you don't have the guts to continue living, when did you become so cowardly?No, you can't die, you can't just die in a corner where no one knows.

His weak body can't even open his eyes, let alone ask for help?Desperation shrouded his gradually drowsy consciousness, and when the frantic slamming of the door sounded, his heart was filled with endless peace of mind.

Saved, at least there is this person who never gave up.

People are creatures that are easily moved, but being moved is not the same as love, and Zeng Chen understands this very well.During those false warm days, he was always afraid that the feelings he thought he was loyal would be shaken by Qiao Yiming's silent tenderness.

At the same time, he is also afraid that if he chooses Qiao Yiming because his relationship with Lu Ting is doomed to be hopeless, the unequal position will eventually lead to an unfortunate ending.

Shaken, how could he not be shaken, otherwise he wouldn't have been by this comatose person's side every day when he hadn't fully recovered.Before he has determined his direction, he doesn't want to owe more favors, and one day he will be in debt and never pay it back.

"Lu Ting is my first love."

Qiao Yiming listened silently, he really wanted to stop Zeng Chen from continuing, who wants to hear the person he likes talking about others as soon as he recovers from a serious injury.But reason told him that this might be the only chance, and the first step of acceptance must be to open his heart. At this moment, Zeng Chen is willing to talk to himself about the past with Lu Ting, which is definitely a good trend.

He clenched his hands tighter, as if encouraging the other person to continue talking.

"Before this, I had never liked a woman, let alone a man. He was just like you, just like you, and forced his way into my life regardless of my wishes." Zeng Chen lowered his head, looking at the metal strap on his wrist. In a trance, the forehead hair that hasn't been tidied for a long time is slightly longer, hiding the quiet eyes under the shadows.

"I have refused and been confused, but his strength made me unable to ignore him. After I got used to his existence unconsciously, I couldn't help falling in love with him. I didn't even realize that kind of feeling is like."

Love, or liking, is a very abstract feeling.

Qiao Yiming stared at Zeng Chen's open and closed lips, his original self was confused.Unlike Zeng Chen, he has been in love, and more than once, he has experienced the innocence of his student days, and he has also tried the greedy desires of workplace communication. No matter whether the other party is a man or a woman, he ended in failure in the end, because this heart has never Throated.

On that sunny morning, there were only a few people in the clean meeting room, and the content of the meeting was boring enough to make people sleepy, but it was the voice that was so clean that people couldn't help but listen to it, which disturbed Qiao Yiming's mind.

Outstanding expressive ability, clear thinking, and decent attire are all eye-catching. It has nothing to do with any love. It all stems from the appreciation of work ability. The brief meeting is like a flash, and Zeng Chen's figure is branded. □ room.

——It must be a great experience to work with such a person!

This was a thought that lingered in Qiao Yiming's mind for a long time.Strong mobility is his greatest advantage. A few months later, when this idea was fermented to the point where he could hardly hold it, he resigned, gave up the title of head of the quality department in the large-scale laboratory, and went to Zeng Where Chen lives, he is willing to be demoted to be a laboratory supervisor.

The chances of contact increase, the number of times peeping through the crack of the door increases, and the appreciation that settles deep in the heart changes uncontrollably.

"Do you still love him?"

"If years of relationship can be easily given up, even if I say I love you now, will you believe it?"