My dead ghost husband is still alive

Zhou An rarely has the experience of being yelled at by others. He has been a good boy since he was a child. Whether it is a parent, a teacher, or a classmate or friend, everyone treats him with a pleasant face and a gentle tone.

So he couldn't understand how wronged Zhong Lin was by doing this?

Will those who forget still be angry?

"Are you blaming me for not telling you, or what?" Zhou An also hates making decisions, but there are always many decisions for him to make: "Then I'll tell you now, is it still the same?"

"Where is it the same?" His eyes were frightening: "I tell you now, and it's over?"

Zhong Lin was very angry, but what can he do, besides being louder and venting his emotions, what else can he do?

"It's all the same result." Zhou An lowered his head and didn't look at him: "You forgot everything, and you don't like me anymore, and I don't like you like this." It was not Zhong Lin in his memory at all.

"Did I say that?" Zhong Lin exhaled quietly, suddenly feeling very weak all over.

He tried his best to stand firm, so that Zhou An didn't notice his strangeness.

"The hospital said, it's not that they didn't test you." Zhou An raised his eyes: "It's you who said you hate being liked by men."

That incident happened not long ago, and Zhong Lin was so choked that he had nothing to say.

"Okay, it's my fault." Seeing him standing not far from him, Zhou An didn't dare to come over: "Then do you still like me now?" He lowered his voice, posture, arrogance, and everything else.

"A little bit..." Zhou An tried to keep calm, but he still lost control: "But I'm too tired, I'm under a lot of pressure, and I don't want to think about feelings now."

Zhong Lin's breathing and mood followed his words, ups and downs, oscillating back and forth between life and death, and then returned to the original point.

"..." Like a psychopath, he nervously changed various expressions, and finally looked at Zhou An in a trance: "Do you want to hear how I feel?"

On the side of the road full of traffic, it is actually not quiet at all, but this forgotten corner is very quiet.

Zhou An shook his head, stepped back and prepared to leave.

"I've always wondered... am I really living in this world?" Zhong Lin's words made Zhou An stop, and looked at the sober young man in amazement: "Everything is like a fake, there is no trace of it." Can't find it. It only feels real when I look at you."

"You just lost your memory." Zhou An said.

The other party's questioning gaze made him jump in fear: "Really?" Zhong Lin said quietly, "Then in the past four years, who has proved that I existed?" There is not a single trace or record about myself during these four years.

These four years are like a fault, apart from Zhou An, and the young man who watched him wake up, no one has contacted anyone in these four years?

All his documents and belongings are stored in the hands of lawyer Chen, and they have not been used in the past four years?

"Aren't you thinking too much?" Zhou An said, "What you doubt is simply unimaginable." Who would doubt this among ordinary people.

"That's my imagination." Zhong Lin was silent for a while, then tentatively walked towards him: "Don't back away, there is a flower bed behind you."

"..." Zhou An looked at the back, slowed down his back pace, and his heart beat faster because of his approach: "If you really want to, then wait until I finish the college entrance examination."

Zhong Lin nodded and stretched out his hand to him: "Then come here, don't keep avoiding me."

His expression was quite normal, but when Zhou An saw him clearly, he gasped.

The paleness and lifelessness on his face were more serious than when he was discharged from the hospital.

"Why did this happen?" Zhou An didn't understand. Wasn't it fine when we separated before, but now he is in a mess, with an unhealthy stale breath, completely different from the youthful and energetic appearance he imagined.

Could this be the sequelae after returning to Yang?

"..." Zhong Lin didn't speak, thinking that Zhou An was asking himself why he was thinking wildly.

Those absurd feelings should have rotted in my stomach.

A well-behaved person will not doubt this or that all day long.

Isn't life good now?I have already got my ideal situation, what else should I do?

"Did you go to the hospital for a physical examination recently?" Zhou An asked, the worry in his heart was slowly expanding: "Your face is injured, why don't I accompany you to the hospital." By the way, I gave him a physical examination.

"It's just a small injury." Zhong Lin pursed the corners of his blackened mouth, as if he didn't feel any pain.

"Should we go there?" Zhou An frowned, and began to observe him slowly, trying to confirm something.

"Alright." Zhong Lin agreed, and looked back, He Hangyu's car was still waiting for Zhou An by the side of the road.

"I'll go talk to him, and then I'll go with you." Zhou An said, then walked towards him and passed by him.

A faint breath poured into Zhong Lin's nose, and he felt as relaxed as smoking marijuana.

His pale face also gained a little bit of popularity.

"The talk is over, get in the car." He Hangyu complained, "It's enough ink, what do you have to talk about with him, that kind of person is simply a brain-dead."

"Brother Hangyu." Zhou An walked out of his car window: "I want to accompany him to the hospital, you can go to eat by yourself first."

"What? You still want to go to the hospital with him?" He Hangyu poked his head out suddenly, his eyes widened: "You're fine, isn't he? How dare he blackmail you even with that little injury?"

And Zhou An also accepted being blackmailed!

"It's not blackmailing me." Zhou An's head is heavy, how can this kind of emotional debt be explained by reason: "He may be injured internally, I will accompany him for a walk, so you don't want to follow, I'm afraid you two will fight in the hospital. "

"That's not okay, I'm afraid he will bully you." He Hangyu said, the scene of Zhou An being kissed by force kept circulating in his mind, and he couldn't get rid of it.

"No, it's better for me to handle this kind of thing alone." Zhou An admitted, "He's my ex-boyfriend, and things might get worse if you're here, please."

He Hangyu was silent for a while: "How many ex-boyfriends do you have?"

Why is this question so familiar, Zhou An said seriously: "One."

"Oh..." Brother Cheap said, "It seems that my cousin is not even cannon fodder..."

He seemed to be brooding over Hua Yishu's performance that day, and yes, he was beaten so badly.

Anyway, Zhou An persuaded him to go away, and promised to come and play with him during the winter vacation.

"Goodbye, be careful on the road." Zhou An waved his hand, turned around and saw Zhong Lin standing behind him: "..." He was taken aback by the stubborn look in his eyes.

A little cold, a little nervous.

"Take a taxi." Zhong Lin stood beside him at some point, reaching out to hold Zhou An's wrist.

After being freed by Zhou An, a clear expression appeared on his face: "You think I forgot, and I am not the person who is in love with you, do you?"

Zhou An shook his head lightly: "Can we wait until after the college entrance examination?"

"If I can, I won't force you." Zhong Lin went to hold his wrist for the second time, holding it so hard that Zhou An couldn't break free at all: "I won't affect your college entrance examination." His voice was sharp. One sentence is lighter: "How can the separation of the two places affect you."

Zhou An looked away. In fact, there were too many reasons for breaking up with Zhong Lin, and the college entrance examination was just one of the small reasons.It was more because he lost his soul, and his whole person became specious. Zhou An felt very complicated.

"Go to the hospital first." Zhong Lin took his hand and stood with him on the side of the road waiting for the bus.

Sitting in the taxi, Zhou An asked carefully, "Since you were discharged from the hospital, have you experienced any discomfort in your body?"

The other party's concern attracted Zhong Lin's sideways glance: "It's okay." He paused and said, "Maybe it's because the weather has gotten colder, I've been tired recently." Frowning, he added: "The body temperature is low. "

No matter how many clothes you wear and how warm you stay in the room, your skin feels slightly cool.

Zhou An immediately shook his hand, the temperature in the palm didn't feel obviously low, but the back of the hand and fingers were cold.

Is it really just because of the cold?

"It's okay, it's always like this in cold weather." Zhou An stabilized himself first, and gave him a reason to say, "Is it busy recently?"

Isn't he busy with company affairs?

"Not particularly busy." Zhong Lin hurriedly stopped being so busy that he became physically tired. He himself thought it was because of Zhou An and his amnesia, and his mood affected his entire state of mind and body.

So when I met Zhou An suddenly, I was very irritable.

"Then it might be due to the weather." Zhou An said, looking a little worried.

But the light inside the car was not good, Zhong Lin didn't see it, he was just enjoying the comfort of being in the same room with Zhou An.

Subconsciously breathing his breath, wanting more: "Can I hug you?"

"Ah?" Zhou An was stunned for a moment, that cool embrace had arrived as expected, he was wrapped between his arms, and slowly hugged him tightly.

Zhong Lin felt like he was exhausted and trying to hold on to his spirit.

"Zhong Lin..." Zhou An called out his name.

At first, he breathed lightly behind his ears, then slowly turned his direction, his soft lips brushed Zhou An's cheeks, and found the corner of Zhou An's mouth.

A very tender kiss, during the whole process Zhou An frowned, with a slightly pained expression.

Later, she slowly turned into tenderness, like a beast that has been calmed down successfully.

When he left, he let out a satisfied sigh and narrowed his eyes slightly: "When you secretly kissed me in the hospital, I wanted to treat you like this." But no, he pretended not to care.

Because she was too jealous, she kept thinking that Zhou An had someone in her heart.

"You..." Zhou An's cheeks flushed immediately, his eyes widened, did he pretend to be asleep?

"I'm a little sleepy..." Zhong Lin lowered his eyelids and leaned back on the taxi seat.

In fact, I have felt tired in the past few days, and I always tend to be distracted when doing things, and I can't concentrate.

I had a fight at night, and my emotions exploded, and I was even more tired after I relaxed.

"Here we are." The taxi driver said, and parked the car in front of the hospital: "28 yuan, thank you."

Zhou An paid the money and looked back at Zhong Lin worriedly.

"I'm fine." The man gave him a look back, but when he opened the door and got out of the car, he staggered.

"Just say it's okay?" Zhou An hurried over to help him.

In this case, Zhou An directly went through the hospitalization procedures for him.Zhong Lin was sitting quietly on the chair in the waiting area of ​​the hall, Zhou An said to him, "Wait for me here, I'll go over and pay."

"Okay." Zhong Lin replied, his eyes drooping more and more, unable to cheer up.

"Then I'll pass." If Zhou An looked back, he could see that he raised his head, but couldn't gather his gaze.

After Zhou An finished paying the money, he returned to the waiting area and saw Zhong Lin lying on the table with his eyes closed and his face turned pale.

"Zhong Lin?"

Zhou An was so anxious that he asked the nurses from the hospital to help him and sent him to the ward.At the same time, he immediately called Hua Yishu, explained the situation, and asked him to come over overnight to take a look.

It's not too late now, Hua Yishu came over as soon as he received the call.

He didn't make it clear on the phone, he didn't know the specific situation of Zhong Lin, so he brought a lot of spare things.

At this time, the doctor was examining Zhong Lin. The doctor said that he would not come out so soon, and suggested that Zhou An go shopping for daily necessities first.

After Zhou An, who had gone out to do things, came back, he stayed outside the door and waited, unable to know what was going on inside.

"Zhou An?" Hua Yishu hurried over with a black backpack on his shoulders.

"Brother Yishu." Seeing him, Zhou An showed an expression of having found a savior: "Zhong Lin is doing an examination, you can help him take a look later."

"What do you think happened to him?" Hua Yishu asked.

"The body is weak." Zhou An pursed his lips and said with a sad expression: "He said he felt very tired and his body temperature was very low. I have touched it, and the body temperature is indeed lower than normal. I don't know why it happened."

Just relying on this description, Hua Yishu couldn't be sure. He put his hands on his waist and said, "I'll talk about it later when I meet someone." His face was quite confident, so Zhou An didn't have to worry.

Half an hour later, the nurse came out pushing the hospital bed.And Zhong Lin on the hospital bed was actually wearing an oxygen inhaler, his face almost looked like a pillow.

"Doctor, what's wrong with him?" Zhou An stepped forward and asked.

"Are you the patient's family member?" The doctor said with a serious expression, "The patient's physical function is deteriorating, and the organs are weakening. The reason cannot be found for the time being."

"What?" Zhou An frowned, feeling cold.

But Hua Yishu pulled him: "Come here." He pulled the puppet-like boy to a remote place: "Don't listen to the doctor's nonsense, Zhong Lin's popularity is weakening, and his energy is lacking."

"..." Hearing this, Zhou An came back to life a little bit, and his face turned warmer: "Then what should we do?"

"This is easy to handle." Hua Yishu said: "Just give him some energy, and it won't consume you much." He also said seriously: "Ordinary normal frequency is enough for him to live, and you don't have to worry about losing money."

Zhou An heaved a sigh of relief, and took another deep breath.

Originally, I planned to let go of this bad relationship for the time being, and wait until after the college entrance examination to discuss everything.

As a result, for one reason or another, we still had to get tired of being together in the end.

"Is it okay if it's broken?" he asked.

"It's fine if it's stable, who knows." Hua Yishu looked at him with sympathy in his heart: "But I think you're still so nervous about him, so you must like him, so let's send him to the west."

After all, Zhong Lin returned to Yang for Zhou An.

"Yeah." What else could Zhou An do, the person he asked to be revived had to be punished even while kneeling.

"Can anyone else provide him besides me?" he asked suddenly.

"Okay..." Hua Yishu stroked his chin, recalled: "He's still had sex for a while, and he hasn't made out with you or anyone else."

As a young man in his twenties and a wealthy owner, he is considered clean and self-sufficient.

Zhou An didn't say anything, and was silent for a moment: "Then I'll go in and see him, should you go back now or..."

"I won't go in." Hua Yishu raised his wrist and tapped the dial: "At this point, you should seize the opportunity to cross him."

The word cross made Zhou An's face inexplicably hot: "Well, then I won't see you off, be careful on the road." Then he sincerely said to him: "Brother Yishu, thank you."

"You're welcome. Let's go." Hua Yishu nodded and turned to leave.

"Sir, the patient is awake and looking for you." A nurse came over and gently reminded Zhou An.

"Okay, thank you." Zhou An quickly followed her and returned to Zhong Lin's ward.

The doctor was standing at the bedside, still waiting for Zhou An, and when he saw him coming in, he said to him: "Hurry up and inform his parents, or elders who can sign for him, this patient is in serious condition, and a family member must sign our Hospitals dare to treat them.”

"Doctor, his parents are gone, please give me some time to contact other family members." Zhou An coaxed the doctor out of the ward solemnly, and promised, "Let the family members come over to sign tomorrow."

"It's fine, it's so late now." The doctor said, "Then you stay here to take care of him tonight, and ring the bell if you need anything."

"Okay." Zhou An glanced at the bed. The young man's eyes were half-closed, and he couldn't tell if he was awake or in a daze.

There was a camera in the ward. After Zhou An closed the door, he sat beside Zhong Lin and asked, "Are you thirsty?" Seeing him shaking his head, he asked again, "Are you hungry? Didn't eat tonight."

Neither of them ate.

Zhong Lin also thought that he hadn't eaten, so he touched his fingers with his hand and pushed them away.

Zhou An's heart shivered, and he had the urge to shed tears instantly. Could he already be unable to speak?

"Can't talk?" he said.

"No, very sleepy." Zhong Lin said.

"..." Zhou An glared at him, causing himself to worry: "Then you can go to sleep."

"Can't sleep, it's cold." His voice was inaudible, but he was not sleepy, he understood.

Zhou An got up and took out the towels and water basin that he had spared to buy just now, went to the bathroom to fetch hot water, and washed Zhong Lin's face and body.

"..." Zhong Lin's eyelids moved, he looked wherever Zhou An's face was.

"Is it hot?" Zhou An tried to warm his body with hot water.

"Not hot." Zhong Lin opened his lips, pulled the quilt up with difficulty and said, "Don't bother, it's useless."

Zhou An simply put away the towel and helped him cover his body: "Then wait for me, I'll take a shower."