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It was already late at night when Jiang Zheng arrived at the hospital, the red lights were on in the emergency room, and the corridors were brightly lit.

He originally wanted to rush to the scene, but his mood was unstable, and he crashed into a car as soon as he went out. After a series of procedures, everything was too late.

Ji Shurong's life was not in danger, and he was placed in the ward after waking up.

Yang Xiao was afraid that he was worried about Jiang Jing's situation, so she lied and coaxed: "Xiao Jing is fine, you go to sleep first, and you can see him when you wake up."

Ji Shurong didn't move at all, just opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, his pupils were loose and out of focus.

Yang Xiao tentatively waved in front of his eyes, but Ji Shurong still didn't respond.

He would ignore people before, but this was the first time he saw this indifferent look. Yang Xiao felt a little bit in his heart, and hurriedly pressed the beeper on the bedside.

The empty ward was filled up at once. The doctor checked and frowned: "The trauma is basically healed, and there are no abnormalities in vital signs. Does the patient suffer from mental illness?"

Yang Xiao nodded: "I have depression."

"Oh, no wonder." The doctor looked at Ji Shurong who was like a wooden figure on the hospital bed, and said, "This condition should be Yam's stiffness. He can hear us, but it takes a lot of effort to react. This is already It is very serious depression, it is recommended to send the patient to a more professional psychiatric hospital for treatment as soon as possible."

After the doctor left, Yang Xiao was still in place.

He was distracted for a long time, and he didn't even know when Jiang Zheng came in.

"He..." Jiang Zheng looked at Ji Shurong with obvious astonishment.

Yang Xiao came back to her senses and scratched her hair randomly.He followed Ji Shurong all the way, and he hasn't had a good rest until now. He is extremely tired and his eyes are bloodshot.

"You heard it all."

Yang Xiao's voice was hoarse: "Aren't you surprised, how can a person who looks quite normal get this disease?"

Jiang Zheng had already restrained his expression, and stood by the door without saying a word.

"You don't even know what he's been through, how could you say such nasty things to him." Yang Xiao couldn't hold back the emotions in his heart, and let out a rage.Originally, he wanted to return all those heavy words, but then he suddenly thought that the other party was Jiang Jing's father, and with different positions, the joys and sorrows were naturally different.

"Forget it..." Yang Xiao sat down on the chair without looking up again, "His illness can't be delayed any longer, he will leave here in a short time, don't transfer Xiaojiang to another school, the college entrance examination is coming next year, in case he transfers to another school If you can’t keep up, isn’t it a waste of effort.”

Xu Shao quickly rushed over with a psychiatrist, and Jiang Zheng retreated outside the door, vaguely hearing the conversation coming from inside.

"I've already contacted the foreign hospital, and they suggested that he go directly there for closed treatment. Before he fully enters the state of stupor, clean up as soon as possible. The sooner he goes there, the better."

"How long does he need to stay there?"

"I can't say for sure, but judging by his current situation, it will take a year or so at least."

"Then I'll book a flight now."

"Wait first." Xu Shao pressed Yang Xiao's hand and sighed, "Xiao Jiang hasn't come out of the emergency room yet."

Jiang Zheng outside the door couldn't tell what it was like to hear this. He suddenly lost the desire to continue listening, and walked towards the emergency room.

He Yan and He Shiyun sat on the bench, staring straight at the closed door of the operating room, and lowered their heads to wipe their tears from time to time.

The red light in the emergency room had been on for an unknown amount of time, and when it suddenly went out, Jiang Zheng hadn't reacted yet, and He Shiyun, who was anxious, was the first to rush over.

"Doctor, how is my brother?" The little girl cried with red and swollen eyes, speaking with a strong nasal voice.

The doctor took off his mask and breathed a sigh of relief: "Your brother is fine, the bleeding has stopped, but fortunately the aorta was not injured, if the knife is passed forward again, it will really be impossible to save him."

After speaking, the unconscious Jiang Jing was pushed out.

The wounds on his face had all been treated, and he was bruised and purple, looking horrible.

The iron wheels ran over the smooth ground, and the figures around the bed overlapped, and entered the ward with chaotic footsteps.

Jiang Zheng stopped outside the door, and an inexplicable thought suddenly appeared in his heart.

—Did he really do something wrong?

Ji Shurong is about to go abroad, and Jiang Jing will not see him again for a long time.

Things were going in the direction he wanted, but Jiang Zheng was a little at a loss.

He just forcibly separated the two for the sake of his son, but indirectly caused Jiang Jing to be covered in bruises and made Ji Shurong's condition worse.

If he had known in advance that things would develop to this point, would he have dragged Jiang Jing away like that in the hospital?

Jiang Zheng couldn't answer.

He lowered his head and leaned against the cold wall of the hospital, his white hair at the temples was a little messy, as if he had aged many years at once.

It was already the second day since Qin Ye arrived at the hospital.

Feng Hua just woke up from a coma and was treated in a special ward.Feng Yuan collaborated with drug traffickers to carry out the kidnapping, and confessed to the crime. He has been under criminal detention, and the exact number of years to be sentenced will have to wait for the result.

Qin Ye said: "Feng Hua has no prospect, Feng Yuan started in ten years, I asked."

"What you deserve." Xu Shao said.

"He is..." Lu Yan stood beside Qin Ye, frowning at Ji Shurong who was sitting on the bed.Ever since they entered the room, Ji Shurong has maintained this posture, neither speaking nor moving.

Xu Shao leaned over to help him cover the quilt that had slipped off, and said in a low voice, "The condition has worsened again. I will take him away tomorrow and go abroad for treatment."

Lu Yan frowned tightly: "How could this be?"

"Yesterday he insisted on going to arrest the scene, and he started to get sick on the way. After Xiaojiang was rescued, he passed out and woke up like this. He didn't talk or eat." Xu Shao sighed again and shook his head. Shaking his head, he said, "There's no other way. Xiao Jiang doesn't know these things yet. When he wakes up, you should tell him well and don't make him worry too much."

Lu Yan looked at the porridge that was still steaming on the table, and said, "Aren't you willing to take a bite of rice?"

"No matter how persuasive I am, I won't open my mouth. I can only rely on infusion." Xu Shao raised his chin towards the nutrition supplies on the ground, and said, "Give these to Xiao Jiang."

The sky was gloomy outside the window, and the ward was filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant.No one spoke for a while, only the incandescent lamp above the head hummed faintly, and the heavy atmosphere was overwhelming.

The nurse came to change Ji Shurong with new gauze, and exclaimed, "Why is it bleeding again? Are there wounds on your fingers?"

Qin Ye and Lu Yan were about to leave, but they stopped and asked, "What happened to his hand?"

"I made it myself." Xu Shao helped roll up Ji Shurong's sleeves.He had lost a lot of weight, and the protruding blood vessels on his arms were clearly visible. Medicine was applied to his palms, and the wounds were hideous.

Lu Yan was stunned for a moment, his nose sore for no reason.

The blood-stained gauze was replaced, and the smell of blood filled the air.Lu Yan couldn't bear to watch any more, so he dragged Qin Ye out.

The corridor was quiet, and the sound of crying could be vaguely heard from the ward.

The anesthetic on Jiang Jing's body has passed, and now is the most uncomfortable time.His hair was soaked in cold sweat, and he frowned uncomfortably. He always wanted to reach out to scratch the wound on his neck, but was held down by He Yan who was guarding the bed.

With wet tears still on He Yan's face, she freed her other hand to press the beeper on the bedside.

The nurse rushed over to give Jiang Jing a painkiller injection, gave some instructions in a low voice, and tiptoed out of the ward.

Jiang Jing calmed down again, his tense body slowly relaxed, and after a while, even and peaceful breathing sounded.

The door behind him closed and opened again, He Yan thought Jiang Zheng had returned, and asked without looking back, "Have all the procedures been completed?"

There was a slight pause in the footsteps, He Yan turned around suspiciously, and was stunned: "You..."

Supported by Xu Shao, Ji Shurong stood at the door calmly, his face was as white as the wall, and his voice seemed to be whispering: "Can I see him?"

He Yan stood up from the chair, looked at him blankly, and nodded hesitantly.

Ji Shurong was wearing the same hospital gown as Jiang Jing's, and he walked extremely slowly with every step.

Holding on to his rare sobriety, he walked thousands of miles to Jiang Jing's side.

He wanted to smooth Jiang Jing's frown, and he wanted to hold the bruised fingers. Those wounds were too painful, and he wanted to hug Jiang Jing.

But he didn't even have the strength to speak, so he could only watch indifferently, like a lifeless puppet.

The next day was a rare sunny day.

Ji Shurong's ward was vacant, and the nurse found something while cleaning the bed, and went out to look for it, but the person had disappeared.

She grunted and walked back, but was stopped by someone head on.

Jiang Zheng smelled of cigarettes, and said in a hoarse voice, "What happened to that patient?"

The nurse spread out her palms and said, "Here, this."

It was a bracelet, and a crumpled tissue.

Two words were written in blood on the paper towel, crooked, like a child's graffiti.

But Ji Shurong took a long time to write such a simple word.

Jiang Zheng saw it and fell silent for a long time.

--wait for me.

What Ji Shurong didn't say to Jiang Jing in the ward that day ended up staying in this form.

It was half a month after Jiang Jing was discharged from the hospital. He returned to the class he hadn't seen for a long time. He was wearing a clean and tidy school uniform. The teachers and classmates were still so familiar. Everyone who saw him would ask with concern: "Is it better?"

The former Jiang Jing might snort coldly with disdain and say, "What's the fuss about this little injury?"

Now he would bend the corner of his mouth, thank everyone for their concern with a smile, and say, "It's much better."

He is no longer as indifferent and alienated as before. Sometimes when Zhao Yu looks at him, another person will appear in his mind.I can't tell how much it looks like, but somehow I feel that Jiang Jing seems to be trying to live like that person.

The time in the third year of high school seemed to be on a rocket, and it was New Year's Day in a blink of an eye.

It is a tradition in the attached middle school to take a test before the festival.The other grades are released for three days, and the senior year is released for two days. It also happens to meet the Saturday and Sunday of the big break, which is equivalent to not being released.While complaining, the students devoted themselves to intense review.

There are countless test papers stacked on everyone's desk, and the empty refills are slowly filling the bag.The test questions of various subjects filled all the vacant time. Jiang Jing was busy like a machine, and occasionally he would solve some familiar questions. He thought for a while, and then remembered that Ji Shurong had told him about these questions before.

He has been enduring it desperately, not thinking about it or bringing it up, as if Ji Shurong had never left.

Once the gate of memory is opened, the love, longing, and sadness that are deliberately hidden will overwhelm him like a flood.

The person he loved was on the other side of the ocean, and the first news came after a month.

The photo was sent by Xu Shao, the angle seems to be a candid shot, through a layer of glass, Ji Shurong is sitting on the hospital bed in the ward, leaning on the pillow and watching TV.His hair has not been cut for a long time, and there is a small knot on the top of his head, which looks cute in a different way.

Jiang Jing looked at the photo, smiled and burst into tears.

Xu Shao would go there twice a month. During the New Year's Day holiday, he asked Jiang Jing if he wanted to follow him. Jiang Jing thought about it, but still refused.

He was afraid that as long as he saw Ji Shurong, he would not be able to endure the days without him any longer.

On the day the holiday ended, the homeroom teacher posted the grades in the parent group, and Jiang Jing jumped to more than 20, making the most progress.

Jiang Zheng was happy but also a little disappointed. He couldn't give rewards to his children after passing the exam like other parents. Jiang Jing refused to even go home and deliberately avoided seeing him.

He tried to get closer to his son, but he didn't know where to start.He was confident when he was in the small black house in Jiangjing, but now he has no confidence.

Jiang Jing resigned from his job in the bar and took a dormitory, only going back once every two weeks.

He had the key to Ji Shurong's house in his hand, but he never went there once.Endless waiting is not terrible, what is terrible is that things are different.

In September, there were still kittens left in the pet shop for a long time. The boss asked him when he would pick them up, and Jiang Jing said, wait a little longer.But when to wait, even he himself can't tell.

Xu Shao said that Ji Shurong's condition was gradually improving, and Jiang Jing had just finished the final exam when he received the news.

It was snowing that day, and the school was bustling with people. Parents who came to pick up their children stood on tiptoe and looked around.

Jiang Jing was dragging two suitcases and couldn't spare his hand to open an umbrella. Snowflakes fell all over his body, and the cold air went straight to his neck.

He subconsciously looked towards the opposite side of the school gate, where a strange car was parked. A man pushed the door and got out, hugging his son with a smile on his face.

It was a very warm picture, but he found it dazzling.

Jiang Jing walked forward in silence, clumsily carrying the box up the steps with frozen fingers.There were people coming and going on the sidewalk, and he looked up, but he couldn't see the one he most wanted to see.

He suddenly remembered the day when he woke up in the hospital a few months ago, Jiang Zheng handed him the bracelet and tissue and whispered, "He left it for you."

Jiang Jing reached out to take it, and understood something from those two words.

He didn't cry or make noise, and didn't speak, he looked at the floating dust in the void calmly, as if he was lost.

When Yang Xiao came to visit him, she couldn't help but said: "If you feel uncomfortable, just cry, don't bear it."

Jiang Jing just smiled: "Why are you crying, it's not like I'll never see you again."

Yang Xiao sighed: "But..."

"That's enough." Jiang Jing said.He revealed the bracelet hidden in his sleeve, slowly stroked the silver notes on it with his fingertips, and said softly: "I will wait for him."

But the waiting time is too long, and sometimes even he himself will doubt it.

Jiang Jing stopped a taxi by the side of the road, and took a look at the driver's face before going in. Although he said everything in his mouth, there was still a shadow in his heart.

The scenery outside the window flew by quickly, and the dark clouds formed a line, pressing heavily on his chest, making him feel stuffy.

This winter was extremely long, and the sky was gloomy, as if the sun never came out again.

The author says:

Believe me, this time it’s really over_(:з」∠)_