conspirator's love

With a kick of the gas pedal, Tian Qi finally arrived at the hospital where Wang Zhe was with dialect. "Don't you need to call Mo Jiaxin first?"

"Let's go and see Wang Zhe first." Fang Yan opened the car door, "I complained about him because of the mountain incident, so I never came, but he is Mo Jiaxin's younger brother after all."

Although he said so, in fact, Dialect didn't know how to face Mo Jiaxin in his heart. His mother just had a big scene. If Mo Jiaxin said that he didn't want to see him, it would be normal.

Carrying the fruit basket bought at the entrance of the hospital, the two of them walked all the way to the orthopedic inpatient room.At the door of the ward, Fang Yan pushed the door open and looked with his head. Wang Zhe was wearing white earphones on his head, and his fingers were still beating the beat on the bed, as if he was listening to a song. A young man in a blue nurse uniform was sitting beside the ward , Mo Jiaxin was not in the ward.

Fang Yan couldn't help feeling a little disappointed, Tian Qi who was behind seemed to see her thoughts, pushed open the door, and dragged her to the hospital bed.

Seeing Tian Qi, Wang Zhe pulled off the headset, "Sister Tian Qi."

Dialect came out from behind Tian Qi and put the fruit basket on the bedside table.

"Why are you here?" Wang Zhe's tone could not tell whether it was accident or dissatisfaction.

"Come and see you!"

"What's interesting about me?" Wang Zhe poked the dragon fruit in the fruit basket with his finger.

Dialect sat on the sofa next to him unceremoniously, "See if you are still alive?" As he spoke, he removed the mango and grapes on top from the fruit basket, and picked out the dragon fruit on the bottom.

"I'm not dead, I'm sorry." Wang Zhe spoke equally bluntly.

Fang Yan didn't bother to pay attention to him, took out a fruit knife from the drawer, cut the dragon fruit in half, took out a spoon from the cup on the table, inserted it into the pulp, and handed it to Wang Zhe.

Half of it was left, and dialect handed it to the nurse. The nurse in blue shook his hand silently, then turned to Wang Zhe and said, "Your family members are here. I'll go out and take a look before I come back."

"Who is my family member!" Wang Zhe took the dragon fruit and protested, and muttered to the nurse's back: "It's too blind."

Dialect saw that no one was eating the remaining half, so he took out a fork from the cup, put the fork in the fruit pulp and handed it to Tian Qi.

Tian Qi shook her head, smiled and said, "Are you two always like this?"

The dialect said: "Which one?" While talking, he picked up a fork and ate the dragon fruit.

Wang Zhe rolled his eyes, "Hey, isn't this fruit for me? Why are you eating it yourself?"

"It's just fighting each other." Tian Qi was happy again.

"Aren't you too hungry?" Dialect asked back.

"Who said I can't eat it, isn't it just a dragon fruit?" Wang Zhe dug up the dragon fruit in two bites.

Dialect turned to Tian Qi again and said, "You're wrong, it's not that you're being aggressive, it's that I don't bother to talk to this childish ghost at all."

"Dialect! You are here to visit me, not to piss me off? Can you be a little self-conscious?" Wang Zhe yelled and reached out to grab the dragon fruit that Fang Yan had just eaten.

"Okay, you're quite energetic, I thought you were so weak like a sister Lin from the knife," Fang Yan jumped up, hid aside, and dug the flesh into his mouth with big mouthfuls.

"I think both of you are naive enough." Tian Qi concluded, "Where's my brother? He should be here today."

"You mean Brother Tian Jun? He accompanied my sister to see her eyes. He won't be back for a while. If you want to find him, you have to go to the ophthalmology department." Wang Zhe put the fruit shell and spoon on the bedside table.

Dialect picked up the husk and spoon and went out.

"Is your sister's eyes still not healed?" Tian Qi asked.

"It's not that it's not good, it's..." Wang Zhe gave Fang Yan a hard look at his back, but he didn't finish his sentence in the end, "Go and see for yourself and you'll know."

When Fang Yan finished washing the spoon and fork and brought it back, it happened to be in time for the doctor to make a surprise ward round.Tian Qi said in dialect: "Then let's go first. Can I call the nurse back for you?"

"No, let's go." He shook his hand, and was immediately surrounded by Dr. Wu and a group of interns.

"Is his waist okay?" Fang Yan looked back and asked Tian Qi again.

"You can't ask this in front of him." Tian Qi grabbed dialect's soft and fleshy little hand again, and pulled her to the aisle. "I heard from my brother that although the operation was successful, it's hard to say how he will recover. He may be paralyzed."

"What?" Dialect was taken aback, Wang Zhe was obviously in good spirits, "Why?"

"There are a lot of nerves in the lumbar spine. His bones have been connected, but the nerve damage may not be healed. The doctor said that day, if the optimal recovery is not achieved within the effective treatment period, the nerves will die due to ischemia. Atrophy or necrosis. That's probably what it means." Tian Qi scratched her head, stuttering what the doctor said while recalling.

"Hey, how could this be?" Fang Yan's mood became depressed again.

Tian Qi squeezed her fleshy hand again, and saw that Fang Yan was so thin that only bones remained, but his hand was soft, and it felt good in the palm of his hand.

"Then are you going to find your brother now?" Fang Yan asked.

"No, Tian Jun and the others probably won't be able to take care of us today. Let's go to the hospital last time to change the medicine. I made an appointment in advance."

Dialect nodded, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Dialect didn't know how Mo Jiaxin carried it all down one by one.She felt that she could kneel down to life by throwing just one thing on her shoulders.No matter in the past or now, whether it is Wang Zhe's injury or his mother's questioning.

Dialect's heart was twisted into a ball, feeling distressed and blaming herself. She just wanted to appear behind Mo Jiaxin, hug her, put her head on her shoulder, and tell her, I'm here, what's wrong with you? Take it together.

But does Mo Jiaxin really need it?

If she needs herself, why can't she tell herself about the scars of the past, why can't she just tell herself about Wang Zhe's condition, why can't she call herself or even act like a baby, and talk about meeting Fang Yan's mother.

Is she used to carrying it by herself, or does she feel that speaking in dialect is useless?

That's right, Mo Jiaxin has always supported her mentally and helped her. When she couldn't deal with Zhang Zilu's entanglement, Mo Jiaxin took care of it; when she was kidnapped, it was Mo Jiaxin who came Replace her.

But when Mo Jiaxin encountered a problem, she would not choose to share it by herself, or even confide in herself.

The person standing next to her would be Tian Jun.In the wild thinking of dialect, a trace of sourness appeared inexplicably in his heart, and a new emotion called jealousy was unknowingly unlocked in this way.

She edited a WeChat message indiscriminately and pressed the send button.

This time Mo Jiaxin quickly replied: "Tomorrow at 10 am, the cafe opposite the hospital."

After Tian Jun sent this WeChat message, he returned the phone to Mo Jiaxin, "Have you figured it out? In fact, there are still more than ten days."

"I can afford to wait. Dialect can't wait. Her family..." Mo Jiaxin smiled wryly. I still want it."

Tian Jun was silent for a while, "In the past ten days or so, you have to take good care of yourself. It would be best if the blood can be absorbed. If not, you will have to undergo surgery. The doctor also said that flying will affect the intraocular pressure and cause bleeding. If it’s too serious, I don’t recommend you to travel during this period. So please treat yourself as a serious patient and recuperate for a while, otherwise you won’t even be able to sit on the plane.”

"Well, I see. It's hard work for you. It's even harder when you go to the United States. You have to take care of a blind man and a..." Mo Jiaxin thought for a while and still couldn't finish her sentence, so she had to change the subject and say: " I used to think I was a very frank person, but now I find that I always say half and leave half."

Tian Jun laughed, "You don't just say half and leave half, you never say anything."

"So I'm so boring." Mo Jiaxin couldn't help laughing.

"If you're sad, you can tell me." Tian Jun patted her on the shoulder.

"Well, I'm sad, now," Mo Jiaxin rubbed her belly, "I didn't eat since I got up early, and I'm so hungry now."

Tian Jun smiled, grabbed her hand and put it on his arm, leading her to stand up. "You have such a personality that the bigger the matter, the easier it is. I don't know if it's good or not."

"Isn't it good to lift weights lightly?" Mo Jiaxin asked back.

"It's good if it's really relaxed, but if it's just pretending to be relaxed, it will make people worry." Tian Jun looked at Mo Jiaxin's side face, the tape on his face slightly raised a corner, round forehead, upturned nose, The prominent lips in the person outline a stubborn arc, and she is holding it so quietly at this time, he unconsciously thinks, maybe her blindness is not a bad thing at all, at least she will rely on herself like this, if How nice it is to be by her side forever...

So what?It's really hard to say.For Mo Jiaxin, life is to keep moving forward, crossing a hurdle and another ditch.She waited 4 years and letting go now is not the end for her.

Mo Jiaxin frowned when she smelled the smell of rice in the restaurant.

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Thanks to Qianduixue, [-] and wangdabaobei for their encouragement!

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