two-way mark

It was already early morning when Yan Cheng woke up again.

He kept having weird dreams one after another, and Chi Xiye was in every dream, but every Chi Xiye would end up lying in a pool of blood expressionlessly, looking at him with lifeless eyes , said various things to him.

"Sir, I love you."

"Mr. Yan, goodbye."

"Yan Cheng, it's your fault that I became like this."

"Yan Cheng, I died because of you, you killed me."

"Yan Cheng."

"Yan Cheng..."

"Yan Cheng!"

Yan Cheng panted heavily and opened his eyes, his eyelashes were wet from tears or sweat and stuck together.

The quilt on his body was a bit thick and heavy, which made him a little breathless, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his back.

Yan Cheng couldn't tell whether he was in a dream or in reality for a while, until Fu Rong touched his forehead and asked, "Are you awake?"

"En." Yan Cheng's heart was still beating violently, and the feeling of overload made him a little difficult to breathe.

He closed his eyes before asking, "Where's Xiaochi?"

Yan Cheng didn't quite remember what happened when he fainted. He guessed that maybe it was because of too many worries and too much pressure recently. When Fu Rong came to the door, the two of them chatted halfway—or fainted after the chat. The purpose of going down is to find Chi Xiye, to talk to Chi Xiye, and then take him home.

Yan Cheng's mind is still in chaos now, but he still remembers that he had a very clear nightmare, he almost believed it to be true, but fortunately he woke up in time and saw Fu Rong beside him.

Fu Rong hasn't left yet, which proves that what happened after Fu Rong left was really just a nightmare.

Wen Yuze didn't come to the door, he didn't receive the gift, and Chi Xiye was still staying at Wen Yuze's house.

Yan Cheng lifted the quilt and lowered his head to put on his shoes, only to find that his left ankle was covered with gauze and bandages. Yan Cheng thought that maybe he had bumped somewhere when he fainted.

Ignoring the scratches on his arms and palms, let alone the scratches and dust on his shirt, he kicked his shoes and moved two steps with difficulty. When he got to the bed, he turned around and asked Fu Rong, who had been silent all this time: "Are you free?" Take me to Wen Yuze's house? I'm going to find Xiaochi."

Fu Rong was still standing at the head of the bed without moving. He looked deeply at Yan Cheng with no expression of joy or anger on his face. After a while, he calmly said, "Yan Cheng..."

"Stop talking nonsense." Yan Cheng quickly interrupted Fu Rong when he was about to continue speaking, his impatience was in stark contrast to Fu Rong's calmness to the point of indifference.

Yan Cheng sideways avoided Fu Rong's eyes, looked at the closed door of the ward, and urged: "Hurry up, I'm going to take Xiaochi home."

Fu Rong turned a blind eye to Yan Cheng's struggle, cruelly and cruelly revealed the reality disguised as a dream, and said bluntly: "Chi Xiye can't come back."

"What nonsense!" Yan Cheng frowned, and shouted at Fu Rong with obvious anger: "If you don't want to send me off, I'll go by myself!"

He limped towards the door of the ward, nagging nervously as he walked: "If I arrive late, Koike may be angry, he must have been waiting for me, waiting for me to confess, waiting for me to take him home... "

Seeing that Yan Cheng was about to open the door, Fu Rong sighed faintly, opened the bedside cabinet and took out a black box.

He didn't open the box, and he didn't know what was inside. He only knew that Yan Cheng was still holding it tightly in his hands until he fell into a coma. It took him a lot of effort to take the box out of Yan Cheng's hands. come out.

The corners of the box are a bit sharp, and now they are stained with blood from Yan Cheng's palm.

Fu Rong guessed that this box contained Chi Xiye's things.

When Yan Cheng pushed open the door and the cold white light from the corridor came in, Fu Rong said, "Chi Xiye is dead, you forgot to take this small box."

Yan Cheng's footsteps suddenly froze.

He turned his head little by little, half of his face was exposed in the cold white light, and half of his face was hidden in the darkness.

It was only at this time that Fu Rong saw Yan Cheng's eyes under the light—desperate and sad, with deep self-blame hidden inside.

Yan Cheng never regarded reality as a dream, he could distinguish it clearly and remember it clearly, but he was just escaping and deceiving himself.

But Fu Rong had to make him sober.

Fu Rong looked straight at Yan Cheng, and couldn't help but hoarse his voice for a moment: "Yan Cheng, Chi Xiye is gone, my condolences."

Yan Cheng heard Chi Xiye's death announcement again, his heart sank to the bottom of the valley, and was wrung and crushed together with his internal organs, turning into minced blood and minced meat flowing in his body.

Yan Cheng's knees softened, and he knelt hard on the ground.

He pressed his forehead to the floor, his eye sockets were sore, and his whole body trembled slightly in pain.

"He's really...not here..."

He didn't cry when Wen Yuze appeared, he didn't cry when he saw the gland, and he didn't cry when An An disappeared.

But when he personally admitted the truth, tears broke through all of Yan Cheng's defenses, welled up from his eyes, and flowed down his cheeks.

"He's gone..."

Yan Cheng cried unsightly, his upper body fell on the ground, his face was covered with tears and snot, he cried and wailed, he kept calling Chi Xiye's name, until finally he lost his voice, and Fu Rong lifted him from the ground help up.

Fu Rong's eyes were also a little red, he handed the black box to Yan Cheng, and comforted him: "Yan Cheng, Chi Xiye will also hope that you will live well..."

"Will he..." Yan Cheng looked at Fu Rong with tears and smiles, "He won't, I don't deserve to live well... If it wasn't for me... If it wasn't for me..."

Yan Cheng put the box on his chest, and poked the skin of his chest with the pointed horn.

If it wasn't for me, he wouldn't have come this far!

It could be seen that Yan Cheng's mood was unstable, Fu Rong firmly grabbed Yan Cheng's wrist, preventing him from hurting himself, "Yan Cheng, Yan Cheng, please be sober."

Fu Rong pressed Yan Cheng's shoulder with one hand, exerted force in his palm, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged: "Chi Xiye's funeral has not yet been held, if you also collapse, who will help him manage these things?"

After hearing Fu Rong's words, Yan Cheng paused, as if he had immediately found the focus of his life, and muttered to himself: "Yes... I can't fall... I am his husband, and I have to make arrangements for him. everything……"

He was still holding the small black box in his hand, and when he glanced over it from the corner of his eye, he fixed on it instantly, and a fire suddenly ignited in the depths of his eyes, burning brighter and brighter, he suddenly raised his head, "I thought of it..."

Fu Rong was taken aback by Yan Cheng's eyes, thinking that he was in front of a lunatic who had completely lost his mind. He felt that Yan Cheng's whole mood was not right. It was a hundred times more terrifying when the news that Ze had passed away several years ago.

Fu Rong didn't dare to speak loudly, for fear of irritating Yan Cheng, she asked cautiously, "What did you think?"

Yan Cheng's expression was terrified, but the corners of his mouth were raised upwards, showing an ugly and strange smile: "I thought of a way to keep Xiaochi by my side..."

"You!" Fu Rong frowned instantly, "Yan Cheng, look at me!" He grabbed Yan Cheng's shoulders with both hands, so hard that his jaw was sore, "You can't let it go!"

"Why can't I think about it..." As if he wasn't the one who showed the crazy expression just now, Yan Cheng glanced at Fu Rong, and all the emotions that were released were gathered back into his body in a second, his expression was calm, and his eyes were light Yes, if he wasn't still holding the box in his hand, he would be no different from Yan Cheng who usually sits in a high position.

Yan Cheng patted Fu Rong's hand and signaled him to let go, "Okay, I'm fine, help me to call the person in charge of the hospital, I have something to ask."

Fu Rong hesitated for a long time before letting go of his hand slightly. Seeing that Yan Cheng did not show signs of doing anything strange, he completely withdrew his hand and walked out step by step.

Yan Cheng looked at him very calmly, "Go, I'll wait for you right here."

Fu Rong finally felt relieved and walked out of the ward.