Bound love

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Bo Xiyan also mentioned it to him, asking him to get a cell phone. After all, in this society, how can anyone not have a cell phone?Qi Ya smiled and told him that many villagers in their village did not have mobile phones, and he did not need to call too many people when he was teaching in the countryside. A landline at home was enough.

Heaving a sigh of relief, Bo Xiyan tried hard to say to himself: Relax, it's not a big deal for Qi Ya to be late once in a while, and if he didn't answer the phone, it means he should already be on the way.

The waiting time is always long, Bo Xiyan thought he could be more patient, just like treating those late customers, but he couldn't wait, really couldn't wait.The uneasiness in his heart could not be covered up no matter how many reasons he found, and he could only dial the landline at Duan Qiya's home again and again, while looking at the door, hoping that when he could open the door, with the same phone as always, With a gentle smile, he told himself that he was late.

Whether you say he is crazy or that he cares too much about Duan Qiya, Bo Xiyan made no less than [-] calls to his family within an hour, but the other end of the phone was an endless beeping sound, Even took his heart away.

Although Duan Qiya lives in the countryside, it is not too far away from the urban area where he is. It has been two and a half hours since he made the first phone call. He should be here too.

unless……

Shaking his head, Bo Xiyan forced himself to get rid of those bad warnings in his mind, but his heart inevitably became more anxious.

Praying...

Answer the phone, Qiya...

The longer the time dragged on, the more nervous Bo Xiyan became. When it was close to noon, he finally couldn't bear to pick up the car keys on the table, and flew back to the wheat field in his memory.

Although the house Qi Ya lives in is old, the location is good. Every autumn, you can see a large expanse of golden yellow, but now Bo Xiyan is not in the mood to appreciate this rare beauty.

Opening the door, Bo Xiyan shouted Duan Qiya's name from inside the room, and rushed all the way into his bedroom, but no one was seen.

What about Qiya?why not at homeWhere will he go then?

The anxiety in his heart was about to swallow up Bo Xiyan.

He didn't know that it was so sad to be worried about someone, as if his whole heart was forcibly torn apart by the person he cared about.

In a daze, Bo Xiyan seemed to hear Duan Qiya's voice, it was so weak, and there was a hint of pain in it.

"Qiya? Are you Qiya?" Shouting Duan Qiya's name loudly, Bo Xiyan rushed into the small room next door, while Qiya was lying on his own small bed, huddled up alone.

"Qiya? What's wrong with you, Qiya?" Sitting on the edge of the bed, Bai Xiyan held Duan Qiya in his arms and kept patting his cheek until he slowly opened his eyes and looked at Bai Xiyan in a daze. Xi Yan.

"Xiao... Yan...?" struggling to spit out two monotones from the mouth, Duan Qiya's exhalation and inhalation were filled with pained expressions, and her original hazel-white face was also terribly pale, and there was no blood in it. His lips have now turned crimson purple, and anyone with a discerning eye can tell that there must be something wrong with his people.

Seeing Duan Qiya open his eyes, Bo Xiyan breathed a sigh of relief. "You finally woke up, Qiya..."

But now, Qi Ya didn't care to listen to what Bo Xiyan said, she just frowned and said with trembling lips: "It hurts..."

"Where does it hurt? Tell me where it hurts, Qiya..."

"Stomach……"

"Stomach? How can you have a stomachache when you're fine?" Hearing Qi Ya's cry of pain, Bo Xiyan's heart also faintly ached, but he let out a far-fetched smile while comforting the person in his arms.

"It's okay Qiya, I... I'll take you to see a doctor, the pain will be gone soon..."

13

Holding Duan Qiya into the car, Bo Xiyan took him into a private hospital in the city at an extremely fast speed. Seeing him being pushed into the operating room by the doctors and nurses, he couldn't do anything.

In front of the operating room, Bo Xiyan firmly grasped the attending physician's hand, even his voice trembled a little.

"Doctor, Qi Ya... Qi Ya keeps complaining of pain, is there something wrong with him?"

"The patient's stomach is bleeding profusely, and there are signs of gastric perforation. We need to prepare him for surgery immediately. Please stay here and wait patiently." With that said, the doctor took Bo Xiyan's hand away and walked into the operating room.

The red light in front of the operating room has been on for as long as a century. During this period, Bo Xiyan kept pacing, his whole heart seemed to stop beating, and the stiffness and numbness poured from his head to his feet, making him feel like he couldn't even breathe. pain.

Bo Xiyan had this feeling twice in his life, the first time was when his parents died, and the other time was now.

The difference is that when his parents passed away, he was lucky to have Qi Ya to take care of him, but this time...

Unable to bear it, he sat on the blue plastic chair beside him, bowed his head, and kept grabbing his hair with both hands.His scalp hurts from being scratched, but that pain is far inferior to the endless fear in his heart.

I have already lost my parents. In this world, Qi Ya is the only person I care about. If something happens to him, then what should I do...

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After waiting for as long as a century, Bo Xiyan watched the lights in the operating room turn from red to green, and immediately went up to meet him.

"Doctor, how is Qi Ya? He...is he all right?"

Looking at Bo Xiyan in front of him, the doctor took off his mask, smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "The patient is fine and the operation was a success."

"That's good, that's good..." Hearing that Qi Ya was fine, Bo Xiyan relaxed, and following the doctor's instructions, he followed the medical staff and sent him to the single room in the ward building.

Before, he never had the chance to look at the man in front of him carefully, but in this quiet midnight, Bo Xiyan couldn't bear to look away, the tenderness in his eyes was not even noticed by himself.

Duan Qiya on the hospital bed closed his eyes tightly, and his pale face gave off a very weak feeling, which made Bo Xiyan feel that at this moment, he needed someone to protect him more than ever.

Sitting quietly beside Duan Qiya, Bo Xiyan suddenly realized that he hadn't been by his side like today for a long time, and the last time was actually 15 years ago.

Besides being Duan Qiya's university tutor, Bo Xiyan's biological father was also a well-known painter in the city. Every day, any painting could sell for hundreds of thousands. Therefore, Bo Xiyan's childhood was extremely difficult. spent in luxurious surroundings.

With this kind of him, it is inevitable that he has the bad habits of today's young masters, such as extravagance, waste, and ordering others. The worst thing is that in his heart, he actually discriminated against Duan Qiya at that time.

The road of learning art is not easy, not only because it is difficult to get ahead, but also because the cost is much higher than that of ordinary students, and it is even more expensive to learn painting under a famous teacher like Bo Xiyan's father. It is expensive.

Although Bo Xiyan's father was an honorary tutor at the university where Duan Qiya attended classes, and would teach a class in the department every week, how many of the art students hadn't eaten after class?With the standard of living at that time, even if several students took a class together, each of them would need to pay about 1000 yuan in tuition. However, there were some special cases in the hands of my father, one of which was Duan Qiya.

Unlike his father's other students, Qi Ya didn't have much money at that time, and he wore a washed-out blue and white plaid shirt all day long, and what he had was only a passion for art.

In my memory, Bo Xiyan also heard his father praise him, saying that he was a rare genius painter, but it was such a genius who finally took himself and disappeared in an inconspicuous small mountain village.

Bo Xiyan didn't know whether it was better to say that Duan Qiya had no ambition or no ambition. In short, he just couldn't figure out why Qiya took him to such a rural place.

In terms of painting skills, Qi Ya at that time was certainly not as good as his dead father, but it was not so difficult for him to find a job teaching painting in the city, but he still took himself to such a remote place.

Of course, Bo Xiyan couldn't adapt to the transformation from a young master who didn't touch the sun with his ten fingers to a rural boy who had to be self-sufficient in everything, so he had a really bad temper at that time.

Bo Xiyan still remembers that when he just lost his parents, he was really stubborn.Although Qi Ya has always been tolerant when facing her, but she just doesn't like everything, and loses her temper with him every now and then.It is not easy to lose your temper where you live, and you lose your temper with him if there is no big fish or meat in the food. Even when you drink cold water, you will complain to him that the water is astringent.

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14

In the winter that Duan Qiya took him to the village just now, Bo Xiyan had a fever of forty degrees.At that time, Qi Ya was very scared and went to the village to find a doctor, but Bo Xiyan didn't like it at all, saying that the kind of quack doctor was not trustworthy, or he didn't look at it, and if he wanted to, he had to go to the big hospital in the city See a doctor.In the end, Qi Ya was confused by him, and couldn't find the shuttle bus in the middle of the night, so she had to carry him on the snow for several hours.

Although Bo Xiyan was wearing a padded jacket at that time, his lips were still purple from the cold. The heat on his body and the cold wind outside crossed, making him beat Qi Ya's back unbearably, and finally the two of them fell on the road together. beside.

"Forget it if you let me die of illness!" Rubbing his sore arm from the fall, Bo Xiyan turned his head angrily, refusing to continue