After Xiao Zuojing took the group pet script

"The people in your dormitory are really amazing. Three people fell ill in a row in a week." The doctor glanced at the temperature displayed on the temperature gun, "37.8 degrees, acute gastroenteritis caused low fever."

"I am the last single seedling of Tianzi No. [-]." Yin Jun sighed, "If I fall, Tianzi No. [-] will be wiped out."

Sitting by the hospital bed, Lu Zhicheng looked at Song Wenxing who was trapped in the white quilt, raised his hand, and gently brushed his bangs.

Song Wenxing vomited a round in the toilet of the infirmary just now, and now he has taken medicine and fell asleep, with one arm resting on the side of the bed and dangling water.

The wet teardrops were still hanging on the eyelashes, looking like a poor little child.

Lu Zhicheng remembered that when he was holding him and running all the way just now, Song Wenxing in his arms seemed to feel the bumps, he raised his eyelids with difficulty, glanced at him, and suddenly said something in a low voice.

He didn't hear clearly, thinking that he was hurting Song Wenxing somewhere, so he hurried to the brakes and lowered his head to listen: "What's wrong?"

Song Wenxing raised his lifeless face, and moved his lips again.

This time Lu Zhicheng heard clearly, what he said was——

"I hate you the most."

It turned out to be scolding him.

Lu Zhicheng felt that he was pitiful and wanted to laugh a little, but in the end all his emotions were collected and gradually sank into his stomach.

The little guy still has the strength to scold him at this time, which shows that he is not too sick yet.

Lu Zhicheng hugged Song Wenxing into his arms, and continued to run quickly to the infirmary.

Song Wenxing was probably confused by the pain, after going to the toilet to vomit, Lu Zhicheng carried him to the bed.

During this process, he kept scolding Lu Zhicheng in nonsense, sometimes he said "I hate you the most" and "If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't come to this ghost show" in a rather fierce tone, and sometimes he was pitiful and wronged "Stomach hurts" and "Never eat ice cream again" in a low voice.

The doctor next to him heard it, and looked like he wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh, so he could only hold back the water for Song Wenxing.

Song Wenxing fell asleep after cursing.

Lu Zhicheng put one hand in his palm and held it for him. It wasn't until Song Wenxing fell asleep that he realized that several half-moon-shaped nail marks had been pinched on the back of his hand.

The kitten is quite strong and can scratch people even when it is sick.

As soon as Song Wenxing fell asleep, the three of Chi Qiao and the others rushed over, bringing Lu Zhicheng's little assistant who they met on the way.

Lu Zhicheng, who was sitting by the hospital bed, raised his head and gave them a "shh".

Then they slowed down, came in cautiously, and gathered around Song Wenxing's bed, not daring to make a sound.

The scraped cut on Chi Qiao's foot was treated in the infirmary by the way. Fortunately, the skin was only scratched and no blood flowed.

Lu Zhicheng glanced at the time on the phone, and rubbed his brows: "It's four o'clock, you go back to rest first, you have to train tomorrow morning, I'll just watch him here."

"But PD, don't you take a break?" Chi Qiao asked worriedly.

"Tonight is my night watch, the trainee is sick, I should watch here." Lu Zhicheng said.

The assistant next to him whispered: "But you have to go to the airport tomorrow morning..."

Lu Zhicheng looked up at him, and the assistant immediately shut up.

"Mr. Qiao, Lao Zhuo, you two go back first." Yin Jun tucked Song Wenxing's exposed hand back under the quilt. Because of the infusion, that hand was frozen cold, "I'll stay here with him for a while, Go back later."

"Okay, then you come back early." After all, Yin Jun and Song Wenxing have a better relationship, and it is reasonable for him to offer to stay and take care of him. Chi Qiao nodded and turned to look at Zhuo Yixiao, "Yixiao, let's go back first." Bar."

Zhuo Yixiao stood in front of Song Wenxing's bed without moving.

He hasn't spoken since he entered the door, but his gaze has been fixed on Song Wenxing's pale face, with an annoyed expression on his face.

"If you have anything to say, tell him after he wakes up." Yin Jun saw Zhuo Yixiao's self-blame, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, "With so many people surrounding his hospital bed, he will have nightmares of."

Zhuo Yixiao stood there for a while, then turned around and left the infirmary with Chi Qiao.

Lu Zhicheng looked up at the potion in the bottle, then turned to the little assistant and said, "Go and rest first, and pick me up in the morning."

"Can……"

"Go." Lu Zhicheng insisted.

The little assistant knew Lu Zhicheng's temper, so he could only nod helplessly: "Then you must hurry up and rest, because you have to catch a plane tomorrow morning."

After sending the little assistant back to rest, Lu Zhicheng and Yin Jun sat beside Song Wenxing's bed on the left and right, and were silent for 10 minutes.

"It's stuffy in the room, why don't you go out and blow some air?" After a while, it was Lu Zhicheng who spoke first.

Yin Jun glanced at Song Wenxing, who was asleep, and hesitated: "Okay."

Lu Zhicheng asked the doctor on night shift to keep an eye on the medicine in Song Wenxing's hanging bottle, and then went to the corridor outside with Yin Jun.

The temperature is low at night, and when the door is opened to go out, the cold wind starts to pour into the collar.

Lu Zhicheng wore a black turtleneck sweater, which made his neck slender and beautiful.

He reached out and tugged at his collar, and took out a cigarette case from his coat pocket.

"PD, do you smoke?" Yin Jun behind him asked in surprise.

Lu Zhicheng hummed: "Do you mind?"

"It's okay. You can smoke." Yin Jun stopped beside him, turned his back against the fence, and looked down at the cigarette case in Lu Zhicheng's hand.

Lu Zhicheng took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, bit it between his teeth, took out the lighter and lit it.

Putting the cigarette case and lighter back into his pocket, Lu Zhicheng took a puff on his cigarette and asked, "Are you and Song Wenxing young?"

"It's a distant relative." Yin Jun nodded, "We grew up together."

Lu Zhicheng narrowed his eyes, as if thinking about something.

"His stomach is not very good, and he can't eat cold food in winter, and his stomach hurts when he eats it." Yin Jun said, "Today, he just ate ice cream directly, so angry that I wanted to beat him."

I also want to hit him.

Lu Zhicheng thought.

"Qiuqi is quite squeamish, and loves to cry, and blows his hair at every turn. Maybe people who don't know him well may think he is a bit pretentious, but he is really kind and cute." Yin Jun sighed, "Otherwise, why would my friends like him so much? He, we are not blind, do those bullshit marketing accounts and passers-by understand him better than us?"

Yes.

Lu Zhicheng also sighed.

After being silent for a while, Yin Jun suddenly said, "When he was young..."

Lu Zhicheng raised his eyes.

"There was a car accident." Yin Jun finished speaking.

Lu Zhicheng's eyes flickered.

He shook the cigarette ash in his hand, and waited quietly for Yin Jun to continue.

"It wasn't when I was a child, but several years ago, I think it was when I was eleven or twelve years old." Yin Jun began to recall, "His family used to control him very strictly, but after the car accident, everyone in the family was terrified. I don’t care about him anymore, I always dote on him and give him whatever I want.”

Lu Zhicheng was silent for a moment, took another puff of his cigarette, and suddenly said: "... He should not be injured."

Nervous Yin Jun didn't notice Lu Zhicheng's declarative tone, he took it as a question and shook his head: "I'm not injured, but I have received psychological counseling for a long time. It was not an ordinary car accident, it was the whole bus accident. Suddenly it flipped over and caught fire, many people died at that time, Xing Xing had a hard time escaping from death..."

Lu Zhicheng didn't answer, just smoked one after another.

"I also heard from his parents later that when a passer-by made a statement, he said that he had actually escaped from the car a long time ago, but then he didn't know what happened, and ran back... At that time the car had already started to catch fire. "

"...Do you know why he went back again?" Lu Zhicheng looked at him.

"He refused to tell. How scared he must have been at that time..." Yin Jun sighed, "I was stimulated after I came back, and I would just be in a daze for a long time, and I didn't respond to talking to him, and I had nightmares every night. "

"Traumatic stress response?" Lu Zhicheng's brows were pressed down.The emotion in his eyes could not be seen clearly in the night.

"Yes." Yin Jun nodded, "It took me a long time to recover. Later, he never mentioned this matter again, and we didn't dare to ask him if he didn't mention it. It's nothing like this."

Yin Jun told Lu Zhicheng about Song Wenxing's childhood.

Lu Zhicheng listened carefully.

Song Wenxing was often beaten by his mother when he was a child, because he always snatched other children's snacks, and his mother would not be merciless when she beat him up.

After this incident, my mother never touched a finger of Song Wenxing again.Sometimes he bumped into him accidentally, and my mother would cry in anxiety.

He is like a piece of glass that may shatter at any time, he is carefully protected and pampered by his family and friends, and then he slowly becomes the later delicate character.

Everyone will give him whatever he wants, even if it is a star or the moon, he has to move a ladder to pick it off for him.

Song Wenxing used to joke with Yin Jun: "My parents and my sister are my life fans now, as long as I live well, they are willing to support me for a lifetime even if I am a waste."

"I also hope that he can grow up safely, or don't grow up at all, just be a child." Speaking of this, Yin Jun looked melancholy at the distant night, "As long as he lives healthy and happy .”

Lu Zhicheng didn't answer the words, just stared at the cigarette butts flickering between his fingers, lost his mind for a while.

……

Lying on the hospital bed, Song Wenxing had a dream.

In the dream, he went back to when he was twelve or thirteen years old. He had just finished late school and was about to go home.

He was wearing a school uniform, standing under the bus stop sign at the school gate, waiting for the No. 24 bus that he would take every day to pass by.

After squeezing into the bus with the students, Song Wenxing swiped his bus card and walked inside.He looked around and found that there were no seats left.

So he walked to the seat by the exit and reached out and tried to reach the rings on his head.

The bus started slowly.

Everything is so normal.

"Little friend, let me take this seat for you." The person next to him suddenly stood up.

Song Wenxing turned his head and saw that he was a young man whose face could not be seen clearly. He was dressed very neatly and should be a few years older than him.

Although he couldn't see the other party's face clearly in the dream, Song Wenxing didn't feel any disobedience.

"Your schoolbag is so heavy, it's inconvenient to stand up." The boy raised his jaw and continued.

"Thank you brother." Song Wenxing thanked him politely, and sat down in the seat vacated by the boy.

He noticed that the boy was also carrying a bag, so he offered: "Brother, give me the bag, and I'll help you carry it for a while."

"Then thank you, kid." The boy smiled and took off his bag and handed it to Song Wenxing.

Song Wenxing hugged the bag tightly in his arms, probably because his vigilance towards strangers was dispelled by being given up his seat, and he began to chat with the boy.

"Did you just leave school? Where do you get off?" asked the boy holding the ring with one hand.

"I'm at Jiujiekou Station." Song Wenxing replied, "Brother, how about you?"

"What a coincidence, me too." Although he couldn't see his face clearly, Song Wenxing felt very relieved by the boy's smiling voice.

"Do you live there too? Why have I never seen you?" Song Wenxing asked curiously.

"It's my grandparents' house. I just came back from abroad and I'm going back to visit them."

"Wow, did you study abroad? Which country are you in?" Song Wenxing opened his eyes and exclaimed enviously.

"I was in England before, but now I am in Korea." The boy smiled, "Have you ever been abroad?"

"No, I've never been anywhere." Song Wenxing shook his head regretfully, "But our family is about to move, so we won't live in Jiujiekou anymore..."

The No. 24 bus is very old, and it is rickety when driving.

Song Wenxing could hear it creaking every time, as if it would fall apart at any moment.

Everything was peaceful, except for the addition of a little brother who chatted all the way, it was no different from every day in the past.

When passing through a turning corner, the car body suddenly shook violently, followed by a blunt loud noise from the bottom of the car.

In an instant, the body began to tilt in one direction.

Song Wenxing, who was sitting in the seat, had no time to react, so he tilted along with the car body and leaned against the passenger next to him, and the passenger next to him hit the window directly.

The same goes for other passengers.

No one knew what happened, and there were screams one after another in the carriage.

Just when Song Wenxing was about to fall, a hand suddenly stretched out beside him and pulled him up forcefully.

Song Wenxing, who was still in shock, looked up and saw that it was the young man who had been standing beside him just now.The boy held the ring with one hand to stabilize his body balance, and the other hand tightly held Song Wenxing's arm.

His strength was so great that Song Wenxing only felt pain and fear.

It's not over yet.

A small flame suddenly shot up from the bottom of Song Wenxing's feet.

In a few seconds, the flame instantly turned into a huge flame, rushing to the roof of the car.

Song Wenxing was petrified, and his whole body began to tremble.

Crying and shouting resounded in the carriage, and everyone crowded towards the door, trying to escape.

Song Wenxing, who was squeezed into the crowd, was completely dumbfounded, his legs were shaking like a sieve, extremely soft.

Fortunately, the young man was sane. He dragged Song Wenxing towards the door and pushed Song Wenxing out of the crowd.

Song Wenxing was the first person to escape from the carriage.

He fell to the ground and looked back at the car door, only to find that the boy didn't come down with him at all, but was pushed behind by the crowd.

Through the window glass of the car, the young man found Song Wenxing sitting slumped on the ground motionless, poking his head out of the crowd desperately, and shouting at him anxiously.

Song Wenxing vaguely recognized it from the shape of his mouth. What he said was:

"Run away!"

Song Wenxing was in a daze.

He got up and ran forward a few steps like crazy, but suddenly stopped and turned around.

The fire was already raging, and Song Wenxing's ears were filled with the sound of crackling and glass breaking.

A small number of people have already escaped from the car, but more people were squeezed into the car, and there were cries everywhere.

Song Wenxing did not see the boy's face among those who escaped.

The car flipped over and even the roof started to catch fire.

Song Wenxing's tears flowed out uncontrollably, everyone was running forward, but he was the only one running against the current.

He picked up half a brick on the ground, rushed to the side of the car, braved the heat wave, and looked through the glass to identify the faces squeezed under the glass window.

Pain, panic, and the desire to survive were written all over those distorted faces.

Song Wenxing finally found the boy in the corner.

Still can't see his face clearly.

The young man also saw Song Wenxing, and the veins on his neck burst out of anxiety: "Run—"

Song Wenxing didn't say a word, he was crying and smashing the glass of the car with a brick.

After smashing it a few times, it didn't break open.

Seeing that the fire was getting bigger and bigger, Song Wenxing's face was blackened by the thick smoke, sweat dripped down, and he could hardly keep his eyes open.

The boy was extremely anxious, and after more than ten seconds, he finally moved his body with difficulty in the crowded crowd, and got the safety hammer hanging on the car wall.

Song Wenxing didn't see how he did it.

The next second, the sound of glass shattering sounded.

The boy crawled out of the car window with his face covered in blood and rolled to the ground.In a few seconds, he immediately stood up, grabbed Song Wenxing's hand and limped forward.

It wasn't until the opponent grabbed his hand that Song Wenxing's inner panic was awakened at this moment.

I don't know whether it was the boy who was dragging him to run or he was dragging the boy to run. The two held hands and ran along the road without daring to look back.

They didn't know how far they ran, but they didn't stop until Song Wenxing couldn't move their legs and they were sure they were in a safe range.

The boy fell to the ground.

Song Wenxing's face was full of tears, he turned his head to look, only to find that the other party was pale and smiled forcedly.

Only then did Song Wenxing notice that a small pool of blood had quickly accumulated under the boy's feet.

His legs were bleeding.

Song Wenxing saw it clearly.

Residues and fragments of glass were embedded in the teenager's legs, and even his arms and hands were bruised.

Because the trousers are black, even if the blood soaks out, you can't detect it.

Song Wenxing was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly grabbed the boy's hand and burst into tears.

The last scene of the dream ended at the moment Song Wenxing turned his head.

He saw that the bus in the distance had been scorched and deformed, with billowing black smoke billowing from the top, which complemented the blood-red sunset glow.

The sound of police sirens, trumpets, and the hustle and bustle of people mixed together, all of which were squeezed into Song Wenxing's ears.

Among the noisy background sounds, the boy's peaceful voice stands out:

"Don't cry, I'm fine."

At dawn, Lu Zhicheng finished smoking two cigarettes.

Yin Jun was driven back to sleep by him, and he waited outside until the smell of smoke cleared before returning to the infirmary.

Then, Lu Zhicheng discovered that Song Wenxing woke up.

Song Wenxing was lying on the bed, clutching the corner of the quilt tightly with both hands, staring blankly at the ceiling, so quiet that he didn't even breathe.

Lu Zhicheng saw that there were still clear tears in the corners of his eyes, the eye sockets and the tip of his nose were red, as if he woke up from crying.

That fragile expression made Lu Zhicheng's heart tighten, he stepped forward quickly, squatted down beside the bed, and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong, does it still hurt?"

Hearing Lu Zhicheng's voice, Song Wenxing slowly recovered.

He looked at Lu Zhicheng's face and was stunned for a few seconds before he said in a low voice: "...Lu Zhicheng, I'm having a nightmare."

"What did you dream about?" Lu Zhicheng asked patiently.

"When I was young." Song Wenxing replied, "There was a car accident, the bus overturned, and I almost died... So many faces, so many faces under the glass windows..."

Lu Zhicheng was silent.

"I'm afraid." Song Wenxing said in a low voice, "Lu Zhicheng, I'm afraid."

"...Lend me your hand to grab for a while?" Lu Zhicheng asked, "If you are afraid, just pinch me."

Song Wenxing paused, and gave a low "hmm".

Then Lu Zhicheng felt a hand suddenly touch his palm.

Soft and cool.

Song Wenxing rubbed the back of Lu Zhicheng's hand with his fingertips, where there were a few nail marks that he pinched out, but now they have gone down.

Lu Zhicheng didn't speak, and let Song Wenxing's fingers scratch his hand restlessly.

"Why are there scars on your hands?" Song Wenxing asked suddenly, "Was it cut by something?"

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