Plan carefully

On the way to the hospital, Mu Yu bled a lot, and the sleeves of her clothes were wet a lot.He hugged his injured right hand and leaned against my shoulder, not saying a word, just gritted his teeth and trembled.I held him with my left hand, my right wrist was swollen, the wound was rolled out, the blood stained the whole hand red, it looked scary, but in fact I could move.

Brother Six and another uncle sent us to the hospital. Both of them had never entered the hospital gate. They wanted to help but didn't know how to go through the formalities. The layout of the hospital was like a maze, and they couldn't find it anywhere.Basically I was running, and I didn't treat myself as an injury.

I followed Mu Yu's up and down Zhang Luo, looking for a doctor, paying money, testing, getting medicine, calling the unit, calling Boss Jin, and arranging everything I could think of.

And what makes people desperate is that the piece of finger I brought over in my pocket didn't work in the end.The doctor said that Mu Yu's little finger was injured too badly, the oblique wound was very large, and the saw blade itself was not as sharp as a blade, but a few millimeters thick. The cutting force mainly came from high-speed rotation, so Mu Yu's finger The wound was not a section, but a section was broken.That broken finger, I can't take it back.

Later, the sixth brother said that my appearance at that time was more uncomfortable than crying, but Mu Yu was so painful that he was sweating down his cheeks, and kept telling me that it was okay.

It was as if there was a piece of ice in my chest, and my heart was filled with panic and unspeakable anxiety. All my anger and guilt, which was pointless and all directed at myself, were pressed under a broken baseline.

I dare not look at Mu Yu again, and I dare not talk to him again.It's just that when the doctor was treating Mu Yu's wound, I let the other two people watch, and ran away shamelessly with the excuse that I was going to repair my wrist.

I was most afraid to look at the wound on his hand.

Compared to Mu Yu, the injury on my wrist was really nothing, and it was dealt with very quickly.When the doctor examined me, he said that I was very lucky. If the wound was only a millimeter deeper, the tendon would be damaged. Now it is only the joints that are damaged. The bones touch a little, and the skin and flesh don’t matter. It will always grow back.With some medicine and a few stitches, the maintenance can still be the same as before, and it will not affect normal activities.

I don't feel lucky at all.From the moment I knew that Mu Yu's finger couldn't recover, I thought in my heart that I should be disabled together with him.

When I came back with gauze wrapped around my wrist, Mu Yu hadn't finished my business here, so I hid at the door and dared not go in, so I borrowed a cigarette from a kind-hearted elder brother and leaned against the window to smoke vigorously.

The process of the saw blade cutting the finger kept flashing through my mind, so clear and long, and Mu Yu's hand that could be taken away at any time seemed to grow with mine, even if it was destroyed, she would not dodge it.The bloody, flesh-and-blood wound on his hand swayed in front of my eyes. These images sharply cut somewhere in my heart, over and over again, endlessly.

The doctor finally came out when the cigarette butt burned his finger.

The nurse deliberately found an unoccupied ward for Mu Yu to infuse.Mu Yu has been very calm since the accident, his face is gray, and the hair on his forehead is a little wet due to sweating.He told Sixth Brother and the others to go back first, and the nurse closed the door considerately when she went out, leaving only the two of us in the room.

I still lowered my head, walking back and forth on the side farthest from Mu Yu, like a beast trapped in an invisible cage.

Looking back, I've known Mu Yu for so long, and I've never been so uncomfortable, never wanted to escape so much but couldn't escape.I'm too cowardly, I don't want to face the fact that Mu Yu lost her little finger and can't grow it anymore.

"An Ran." Mu Yu called me.

I stopped stiffly, looked at my toes and replied, "En."

"An Ran..." The voice was a little hoarse, with a hint of helplessness.

I looked up, and he was looking at me, his pale face made his eyes clearer.The construction site clothes were draped over the shoulders, half of the sleeves were covered with dark black blood, and the right hand was almost completely wrapped in gauze, with bright red oozing from it.The man stared at me, suddenly curled his lips, smiled, and then stretched out his left hand towards me.

All the pain exploded violently at this moment, spreading from the wrist to the heart, and spreading from the heart to the whole body. It was so sharp and deep that it made it difficult for me to breathe and walk.

Mu Yu, are you going to love me to death?

I tore off the gauze that the doctor gave me to support my arm from my neck and threw it on the ground. I rushed to him in a few steps and shouted at him with all my strength, "Han Muyu, you bastard! Are you stupid? You Are you short-sighted? Why don’t you let go, it’s fine now, your fingers are gone, what do you want me to do? Tell me, what do you want me to do...” His voice broke in the last sentence, and the airflow oscillated strangely in his throat tune.

Mu Yu struggled to stand up, ignoring my fury, turned his head, and kissed the corner of my lips lightly, he said: "An Ran, don't be afraid, we are both fine." That voice was like countless sleepless nights haunting The silky love words in the ear.

All the strength in my body was gone at once, and tears rolled down my eyes.

The chaotic emotions that had been running through my body for a long time finally found an outlet. I didn't care whether the wound on my wrist could move or not, so I hugged his neck and cried all day long.

"It's all my fault, it's all me..." I shouldn't have gone to the construction site to find Mu Yu, I shouldn't have been so impatient, I shouldn't even have participated in any damn competition, I shouldn't have competed for a deputy manager, if I didn't These, then today should be an ordinary day, I won't be in a hurry to see Mu Yu, I won't fall down, I won't turn on the power, and I won't have everything that happened afterwards.And now, who will give me back a good and complete Mu Yu?

Unstoppable tears wet Mu Yu's collar and half of his neck. He patted me on the back helplessly, saying it was an accident, no one was to blame, and it didn't matter if he didn't have a little finger, but he I can't hear anything.

It wasn't until Mu Yu pulled me up from his shoulders, wiped off the water stains on my face with his palm, and asked me with a slight frown, "An Ran, do you dislike me?" Shaking his head, "No! How is it possible!"

"No, stop crying." I couldn't figure out the logical relationship between crying and disgust, but I obediently wiped my face.

"Does your wrist hurt?" he asked.I gritted my teeth and replied, "It doesn't hurt much."

"Well, my hand hurts so much, don't you stop torturing, okay?" His voice was a little fluttering, his brows were frowning with fatigue, but his eyes were as gentle as water.

I finally realized that I was out of control at the wrong time, so I hurriedly asked Mu Yu to sit down. The needle was still inserted in the left hand he comforted me just now. I checked to see that there was no problem, so I moved a stool by myself and sat next to him.I still didn't dare to look at his injured hand, and my eyes were fixed on the infusion tube.The medicine in the tube dripped very slowly, and the room was so quiet that only Mu Yu and I were breathing.Mu Yu said, An Ran, can you say something?

I thought about it and suggested, "Let me tell you a joke!"

Mu Yu said yes.

After waiting for 3 minutes, I scratched my head in frustration, "I can't remember..."

Mu Yu blinked, then curled the corners of her mouth and said, "It's quite funny."

When Yang Xiaofei called me at the entrance of the hospital, I was reading those funny diaries to Mu Yu with my mobile phone.The fat man came in and looked at the right hands of Mu Yu and me, and he was stunned for a long time before he said, "You two are really good..."

It was Brother Six who informed him, and he hurried to check the situation and see if there was anything he could do to help.What surprised me was that since he arrived at the hospital, he asked him to do what he did, without asking a word.

There is nothing to help.Mu Yu was not hospitalized, so we went home directly after taking the medicine and medicine prescribed by the hospital.I asked me to throw away his overalls when I got home, because I couldn't bear the smell of blood and disinfectant from him and myself.I took him to take a bath, and Yang Xiaofei volunteered to help: "Brother An Ran, the wound on your hand can't get wet, let me do it!" Then he added, "Anyway, we have washed together before." Although now When it wasn't about worrying about these things, I admitted that I was still a little awkward in my heart, and he was right, so I reluctantly nodded.

The cuffs of Mu Yu's autumn clothes were too thin, and there was no way to take them off without rubbing the wound. In the end, Yang Xiaofei used scissors to cut off the sleeves.After all, Mu Yu didn't need Yang Xiaofei's help in taking a bath. He asked the fat man to wrap two layers of plastic bags on our wounds to ensure that no water would seep, and then he dragged me into the bathroom.

Mu Yu rubbed a lot of foam on my head with his left hand, the movements were a bit clumsy.I closed my eyes and decided to say it after thinking for a long time, "Actually, I don't mind letting Yang Xiaofei wash it for you."

Mu Yu gave an 'en' and said: "If Yang Xiaofei washes for me, what about you? Either you wash it yourself, or let Yang Xiaofei wash it for you. I can't let you wash it yourself. You'd better not move your wrist. I I can't let Yang Xiaofei wash it for you... because I don't want to."

So, he had to wash it for me himself.

I just said something, as if to say I don't mind.

I discovered that, in fact, I was a pig.

He didn't eat much for dinner and I didn't have any appetite. Yang Xiaofei watched the dishes he had cooked so hard being served as they were served, and didn't say anything except sighing.

I didn't sleep well at night, firstly I was thinking about Mu Yu, and secondly my wrist hurt.In the middle of the night, the slight tremor on the side of the bed woke me up. I instinctively touched Mu Yu, and my fingers touched the skin behind his ears, which was full of sweat.I quickly turned over, and he shrank into a ball under the quilt with his back facing me, the back of his pajamas was soaked, and he looked like he had been fished out of the water.Only then did I realize that the afternoon was not the time when Mu Yu's hand hurt the most, because the doctor gave me anesthesia, and the reason why he said the hand hurt was to make me calm down.I thought there was nothing wrong with him being able to talk to me about taking a shower with a clear head after he came back from the hospital, how could that be possible?The flesh wound on my arm is so painful that I can't sleep, let alone him?

The pain of broken tendons and bones broke out after the anesthesia completely failed. I got out of bed and gave him painkillers, wiped his sweat with a towel, and quietly replaced my pillow with him. Get soaked in sweat.I hugged him helplessly by the shoulders and held him in my arms, looking at the teeth marks he had bitten on the back of his hand, feeling so uncomfortable that I wanted to die.He was in so much pain, I couldn't share it at all, I couldn't replace it, I could only watch helplessly.Powerless, it turned out to be such a torment.

After more than half an hour, Mu Yu's body finally stopped shaking so much, he said, An Ran, go to sleep, I'm much better.

I don't believe his nonsense anymore.He pretended to be fine, and endured his discomfort, not wanting me to know, not wanting me to feel how painful he was, not wanting me to feel guilty.He is like this, like invulnerable to swords and guns, invulnerable to all poisons, ignoring all the harm done to him. It was only when I broke into his world that I realized that the reason for those strong and indifferent people who blocked him was really because of his personality. Heart, too soft.I tried to warm him, but he kept protecting me.

I let him move out of my arms, it's useless to argue with him, he will do whatever he says.

An hour passed.

"Mu Yu!" I called him.

"kindness?"

"are you asleep?"

"..."

He would be a ghost if he could fall asleep, I could even hear the sound of his gnashing of teeth.

"Wu Yue's birthday is coming soon...I want to give him something, can you choose for me?" I turned on the desk lamp, reached for the tablet and turned it on.

Turning his head, mobilizing the strength of his whole body to give him a rogue enough smile.Mu Yu looked at me, eyes shaking and shaking, and finally leaned over obediently.I tried my best to adjust the posture so that he could lean comfortably, the injured hand was around his shoulder, and the knees were bent at a suitable slope to support the computer.

The webpage scrolled up and down, left and right, and the light on the screen shone brightly on his face. I tilted my head to look at him, a little haggard but still so thrillingly good-looking.Mu Yu wasn't fat, she couldn't even be called strong, and when she was hugged in her arms, she realized that she was actually a little thinner than she looked.His head is against my collarbone and the side of my neck, and I kiss his hair and ears from time to time, and exchange opinions on things I saw online.

Shirts, shoes, watches, purses, I searched dozens of stores online but couldn’t find any suitable ones. Of course, my purpose is not to find them, but to find them.If Mu Yu could be distracted, the pain would be lessened.

He knows what's on my mind, so when he can sleep, he sleeps with peace of mind.I didn't dare to move, so I sat in one position.At four o'clock, he woke up from the pain again and took painkillers again.He asked me if I was tired from holding him. I said it felt very good and comfortable. He said that you should be more comfortable, so I continued to hug him and whispered to him casually. Read, and let him guess who the murderer is.Maybe this story was written too tantalizingly, after reading the ending, Mu Yu was still lamenting why this happened. I was as unwilling as a child when I saw him seldom show up, and when I was moved, I actually bowed my head and kissed him very beastly.There was a slight bitter taste of pills in his breath, but it was just right to heal the pain in my heart.

It was almost six o'clock and he said that I should be comfortable enough, so he lay back on his pillow.

I waited for his breathing to be steady and long, then put on my coat, got out of bed, and quietly walked out of the bedroom.

After digging out the Hongtashan I brought back from Mu Yu's house, I stood on the balcony and smoked one after another.It's still dark, and I'm just waiting for it to light up.

At 06:30, there was movement in the kitchen, and I knew it was Yang Xiaofei who got up to cook.I walked in, patted the fat man on the shoulder, told him to keep his voice down, and Mu Yu fell asleep.

Yang Xiaofei put down the spoon in his hand and looked at me with a serious expression he had never seen before.I was silent for a whole day yesterday, I knew he was going to ask, sure enough.

"Brother An Ran, what the hell is going on? I heard from Sixth Brother that your hand was tied by a belt. Why did it end up with Brother Han's finger? No one saw it, and I couldn't do it in front of Brother Han. I asked about it, but I can't figure out how he can't avoid that saw blade?"

Yeah, he totally dodged it.It's just that if he lets go, my right hand will be broken, and if he relaxes, my right hand will be useless, so he didn't hide at all.

"He is so stupid!"

Even though every frame of that incident was as sharp as a razor blade, I still described the situation in detail, from the chocolate-like dust on his eyelashes I saw, to the time he saw The joyful praise during the job announcement, the buzzing vibration when the sawmill was turned on, the firm strength he held on my wrist, and the cool wind brought by the saw blade, the rattling sound when it cut into the bone, the flesh and blood splash...

I remember all these clearly, I don’t want to forget, and I can’t forget.This is the most silent but most painful vow he gave me, and I keep it in my heart, yes, never let go.

After finishing speaking, I asked the sluggish Yang Xiaofei, "Tell me, what should I do when I meet such a stupid person?"

Yang Xiaofei looked at me for a long time, with various expressions flashing across his face, but in the end he just lowered his head and started washing rice.

When I turned around to go out, he suddenly said, "That's him!" I turned my head, Yang Xiaofei stopped what he was doing, called my name without looking at me, and said, "Brother An Ran, that's him, No one else can do this for you...you know what to do..."