Don't look for the old attack in the crematorium

As soon as He Yi finished speaking, Lin Qingran came out of the dressing room after changing her clothes.

"Let's go, let's eat." He Yi glanced at Gu Wenyu irritably, and deliberately held Lin Qingran's hand in front of the man and walked past.

Gu Wenyu kept looking at the backs of the two people in front of him, watching He Yi and Lin Qingran leave the set and disappear around the corner.

Staring at the corner where the figure had already disappeared, he lowered his eyes and smiled wryly. He Yi used words and actions to remind him over and over again that he had already lost the fact of Lin Qingran.

The surrounding crowd was almost dispersed, with only a few sparse voices, but Gu Wenyu felt that everything around him suddenly stopped, the air stopped flowing, and the clock stopped running.

Recalling those vivid events in high school, recalling "Gu Yanqing", he is indeed not qualified.

He is not qualified to stand by Lin Qingran's side, let alone ask him to love him.

The night has already fallen, and the beautiful stars are gradually flashing in the night sky.

He Yi and Lin Qingran walked out of the hotel after eating, and the bright and clear moon crossed the hazy veil to reveal silvery white light, sprinkled on the ground.

"You said take me somewhere, where?"

He Yi played charades on purpose: "You will know when you get there."

After driving to a suburb, He Yi parked the car and said, "Here we are."

It is night now, and the suburbs are a bit quiet, and under the light of the sparse lights, it looks even more peaceful.

Lin Qingran got off the car and walked on that road, walked towards the light ahead, stopped at a place, and looked ahead.

The breeze blows gently, and the lake in front of you is rippling with sparkling water waves.

The orange-yellow light shines, and you can see the green plants all around, the rippling lake in front, and the air is much fresher than the urban area.

"Haven't you been looking for this kind of place near the lake with a good environment? Some time ago, my boyfriend and I came here to play and found it by chance."

He Yi brushed his wind-blown hair, turned his head and smiled at Lin Qingran as if asking for credit: "How is it? Does it still meet your requirements?"

Looking around, Lin Qingran nodded gratefully, and smiled warmly: "It fits well, thank you!"

"Grandma has always liked places with mountains and water, and she has always wanted to go to the seaside."

Lin Qingran looked at the rippling lake in front of her, her beautiful eyes were cold and clear: "Since I couldn't go to the seaside, I want to find a place with mountains and water for grandma, so that she will be happier."

He Yi patted Lin Qingran on the shoulder and said, "Your grandma will definitely be happy, and she will definitely like this place."

Moving his gaze down, he stayed on Lin Qingran's wrist wearing a wristband for a while, then turned his head to look at the lake, and asked in a very casual tone, "Now you won't have that kind of thought anymore, right?"

Lin Qingran knew the meaning of He Yi's words, smiled slightly and shook her head: "No."

After a pause, he added: "...At least I don't have that kind of thought now."

He Yi breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, let's go back."

After returning home, Lin Qingran took a shower and went to bed to rest. There was a scene during the day that took a lot of energy. His body was already weak, but now he was very tired.

Curling himself up under the quilt, his slightly longer black hair was scattered on the pillow, and his hand with the bracelet was placed beside the pillow.

Looking at the bracelet that grandma gave him, he slowly closed his eyes and said softly, "Grandma, good night."

Time passed by at a constant speed bit by bit, the clock was ticking and walking with dedication, Lin Qingran suddenly woke up from the dream.

He looked at the front with slack eyes, and breathed slightly slowly. After a while, he slowly sat up and leaned against the head of the bed.

"...I thought it would improve, but I didn't expect it would not work." He whispered with a chuckle.

Waking up in the middle of the night is normal for him. In the past seven years, he would wake up several times in the middle of the night every time he fell asleep. It was rare for him to sleep until dawn the last two times after he was drunk.

Except for seeing Gu Wenyu's face after waking up, everything else is fine.

In the room, only the night light on the bedside table was on, and the curtains were drawn, so he didn't get up to turn on the light.

The warm yellow bedside lamp shone, and his shadow was reflected in the corner beside him. One hand held the wrist of the other hand, and his strength slowly increased.

After a long time, when red marks appeared on his hands, he gradually loosened his strength and let go.

The red marks on his fingers covered the original marks on his wrist without the wristband, hiding under the dim warm lamp in the room.

After leaning against the head of the bed for a while, he got up and got out of bed and opened the door to go out. He went to the wine cabinet to pick out the wine he drank at home last time.

Finding the brand of the wine he drank last time, he held it in his hand and said to himself: "I didn't wake up when I drank this wine last time, maybe it has a calming effect."

In the past few years, he could hardly fall asleep and had to take sleeping pills every night. After going to the doctor, the doctor told him to wean himself off sleeping pills slowly, so that he could not rely on such things. Later, when he gradually improved, the doctor never gave him a prescription sleeping pills.

Even if he asks a doctor to prescribe it, he will be refused.

He opened the red wine and poured a glass. He habitually sat on the window sill in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the neon lights that were still lit in the distance, and slowly drank the red wine.

The outside wind blows in slowly, and the early morning wind gradually brings a slight coolness, passing over the skin and sweeping away the remaining temperature on the skin.

Lin Qingran didn't seem to feel anything, she stared into the distance with distracted eyes, and slowly drank the glass of red wine in her hand.

After drinking a glass of wine, he poured another glass, and he didn't stop pouring the wine until he drank almost half of the bottle.

The originally shallow alcoholism gradually rose, and he felt a little dizzy in his head. He closed his eyes and slowed down before he walked towards the room.

He still woke up a few times during the night, each time with a hangover and headache from drinking.

I don't know how many times I have repeated this, and the last time I woke up was after nine o'clock in the morning.

Sitting on the bed and resting for a long time, he rubbed his stinging temples, and the phone suddenly vibrated a few times.

He Yi: [You have no play today and sleep late, I ordered takeaway for you, and you will get up to eat later. ]

He Yi: [I'm going on a date with my boyfriend, don't miss me too much/laugh]

Lin Qingran smiled gently, replied a few words, and when he was about to put down the phone, his phone vibrated a few more times.

Thinking it was a message from He Yi, he picked it up to read it, and saw the WeChat name of the contact person with no notes marked in the red circle 3 on the upper right corner of the avatar, his face darkened.

He didn't click on it, and the last message was displayed on the unread message.

Airan: [Ran Ran hasn't woken up yet? ]

Quitting WeChat expressionlessly and throwing the phone aside, he suddenly frowned.

Covering his stomach and bending down, he took a slow, deep breath.

I drank wine last night, and now I haven't eaten breakfast, and my stomach began to feel uncomfortable again, with a constant slight twisting pain.

"Ding dong—" the doorbell rang at the door.

Remembering that He Yi said he ordered takeaway, he stood up reluctantly and took a deep breath, then took a breather and put on his wrist guard to open the door.

The moment he opened the door, he saw a tall and handsome man standing at the door, Lin Qingran raised his hand to close the door with a cold expression.

"Wait a minute!" The man quickly blocked the door.

Gu Wenyu looked at Lin Qingran worriedly: "Of course, why are you so pale? Stomach pain again?"

Lin Qingran breathed slowly, the stomach cramps made him exhausted a lot of energy, he was not in the mood to chat with Gu Wenyu, nor did he want to chat with him.

"...Mr. Gu, please go back if you have nothing else to do."

"Of course." Gu Wenyu looked at the shadow in Lin Qingran's eyes, and pursed his thin lips in distress.

The corners of Lin Qingran's clear and beautiful eyes were bloodshot, and his blue eyes showed that he hadn't had a good rest.

Knowing that Lin Qingran was forcing himself to stand now, Gu Wenyu supported the door, and said softly: "The meat floss has been refusing to eat for the past two days. I went to the veterinary hospital and the doctor said it was not uncomfortable, but refused to eat."

Hearing Lin Qingran raised her eyes, Gu Wenyu continued: "I miss you, Meat Floss. I have been shrinking in a corner for the past few days, and no one wants to talk to me."

Sensing Lin Qingran's wavering emotions, Gu Wenyu continued: "Of course, go and have a look at it, maybe you will be willing to eat the meat floss after seeing it."

Lin Qingran loosened his grip on the door, he glanced at Gu Wenyu indifferently, the man's long and narrow eyes met his gaze, still as gentle as ever.

"Of course you go to wash up, I'll wait for you."

Going to Gu Wenyu's house, as soon as Lin Qingran entered, she saw Rouxong curled up into a small ball of meat and curled up in the corner.

"However, the shoes are here. You don't need to change them, or you can go barefoot." Gu Wenyu's deep voice was extremely gentle: "I have already asked people to spread woolen blankets throughout the room so that you don't wear shoes." You don’t have to worry about catching a cold when you walk.”

Lin Qingran skipped Gu Wenyu and went to the shoe cabinet to change shoes.

As soon as he changed his shoes, Rousong quickly ran over and rubbed against Lin Qingran's feet coquettishly.

The flossy tail is only raised slightly, without the lively atmosphere of the past, the ears are also drooped, the hair is not as fluffy as before, and those round black eyes stare at Lin Qingran, looking aggrieved and pitiful.

"What's wrong?" Lin Qingran squatted down and hugged the floss in her arms: "Why haven't you eaten these days? Are you uncomfortable?"

The meat floss rubbed against Lin Qingran's chin with an "owwow..." and the whole dog was sleepy, with grievances in its eyes.

He picked up the floss seven years ago, and it is now seven years old. Lin Qingran stroked its back and said worriedly to himself, "Is it because I am getting old and feel uncomfortable so I don't eat?"

But remembering that the meat floss was not much different from when he was a child, he lowered his eyes thoughtfully.

Enduring the throbbing pain in his stomach, he squatted holding the meat floss and did not get up, squatting would make him feel better.

"Of course, eat something. I specially cooked breakfast. I went to your house today to pick you up for breakfast. I'm afraid you'll go to bed too late and wake up just to deal with it casually, which will hurt your stomach."

Gu Wenyu put the breakfast that was prepared earlier and was still warm on the dining table, and spooned a bowl of porridge that was boiled smooth and sweet.

"I still have a copy packed in an insulated box in my car. I'm afraid that if you don't want to come, your stomach will hurt again."

He put the spooned porridge on the table, dragged the chair away, his long and narrow eyes drooped slightly: "But I didn't expect that your stomach would start to hurt as soon as you woke up."

Walking to Lin Qingran's side, Gu Wenyu squatted down and hugged the floss in his arms, with a hoarse voice full of distress: "Go and have breakfast first, please, don't torture yourself like this, I will feel distressed."

Lin Qingran lowered his eyelashes and moved slowly, his fair face was pale due to the stomachache, and his lips were not even a little bloody. He stood up slowly while leaning on the wall, and almost staggered for a while.

"Of course, be careful!" Gu Wenyu stepped forward to support Lin Qingran.

"Don't touch me!" Lin Qingran wanted to push Gu Wenyu away, but he couldn't do so because of his stomach pain.

"Ouch..."

Rousong groaned in a low voice, looking at Lin Qingran with drooping ears and tail at Lin Qingran's feet.

"Aww!" With his head arched against Lin Qingran's feet, the meat floss bit his trousers and dragged him towards the dining table.

Seeing Lin Qingran's distressed expression, Gu Wenyu couldn't bear to forcefully carry him to the room.

"……let me go……!"

Gu Wenyu put Lin Qingran down on the bed, let go of his hands helplessly, and brought the bowl of porridge to Lin Qingran's mouth: "How about just drinking a little?"

Hearing that it was porridge made by Gu Wenyu himself, Lin Qingran raised her eyelashes and glanced at him, not wanting to touch it at all.

"...Master Gu!" The doctor rushed to the room, a little flustered.

Just now Gu Wenyu saw Lin Qingran's face was terribly pale, so he called the doctor early.

Stomach pain was exhausting, and trying to break free from Gu Wenyu's embrace just now exhausted his energy even more.

Moreover, he didn't eat anything in the morning, and now his stomach was grinding so hard that he couldn't hold on anymore, Lin Qingran curled up, and slowly closed his eyes weakly.

"Mr. Lin, the pain is too severe. I need to feed him some medicine to relieve it." The doctor prescribed the medicine, which was a newly imported medicine.

Lin Qingran curled up his body, the pain in his stomach made his consciousness a little fuzzy, he frowned tightly, and panted heavily.

In his current state, he couldn't drink medicine by himself.

Gu Wenyu looked down at the medicine in his hand, poured a cup of hot water, helped Lin Qingran up, and gently stroked the thin sweat on his forehead due to the pain.

He coaxed softly: "Of course, let's take the medicine first, and it won't hurt so much after taking the medicine."

Gu Wenyu put the medicine in his mouth and fed it, the bitter taste spread in Lin Qingran's mouth, he moved his throat twice and swallowed the medicine.

Opening his eyes with difficulty, he stared at the blurred and deep face of the man in front of him. The touch from just now was still there. He frowned, his stomach churned, and he vomited directly into the trash can next to him.

He vomited out all the medicine he took just now, and his stomach, which had nothing at first, was even more painful.

With helpless hands in the air, Gu Wenyu didn't even dare to help Lin Qingran, he was afraid that it would make him feel more uncomfortable later.

"Is there any other way?" Gu Wenyu was full of hostility, and the cold voice made the doctor tremble.

"It's just an infusion." The doctor took a breath and said in a stuttering voice.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Qingran slowly opened her eyes with trembling eyelashes, looking at the strange but somewhat familiar ceiling.

He thought about it, but when he moved his hand, he just touched the wound on the back of his hand, and he gasped in pain because of the pain.

"But don't move!" Gu Wenyu just came in, saw Lin Qingran moving and hurriedly stopped him: "You are in the infusion now, the needle in your hand will hurt if you pull the wound."

"Ouch..."

The meat floss whimpered under the bed, climbed onto the bed on its short legs, lay down next to Lin Qingran, and gently rubbed its head against Lin Qingran's hand that was not tied with a needle: "Aww..."

"Don't worry, it's fine."

Lin Qingran spoke in a very low voice with a slight hoarseness because of his weakness. Gu Wenyu felt that his heart was blocked by an attempt, constantly grinding the soft flesh of his heart.

Looking at Lin Qingran's face as pale as snow, Gu Wenyu felt that it was difficult to breathe. It was obviously not him who was in pain, but he felt it was tens or hundreds of times more painful than his own bleeding.

After Lin Qingran finished his IV, Gu Wenyu brought up the freshly cooked porridge from below, and coaxed him gently and patiently: "Of course, drink some porridge, you just need to drink something after the IV."

Taking advantage of Lin Qingran's inattention, he glanced at the meat floss. The meat floss paws rested on Lin Qingran's leg, and he lowered his head in a low voice, "Aww".

Rouxong pointed to the bowl of porridge in Gu Wenyu's hand with his claws, and pointed to his own food bowl with a "wow", and looked at him pitifully with round black eyes.

"Ouch..."

Lin Qingran touched the meat floss's head: "Will you eat it if I eat it?"

"Wow!" Rousong raised his head, looked at him with big black eyes, then rubbed his head against Lin Qingran's leg.

Seeing that Lin Qingran didn't move, Rousong lowered his head again and buried his head in the quilt beside Lin Qingran's feet with a "owwow".

He shrunk his body into a small ball, curled his tail around his body, and buried himself in the quilt, whimpering "owwow".

Gu Wenyu said from the side: "The meat floss has been eaten every time for three or four days. The doctor said that it will not be able to bear it if it continues like this. His hair is not as fluffy as before, because it has lost a lot of weight."

Every subtle movement of Lin Qingran was firmly engraved in his eyes, seeing Lin Qingran's expression moved slightly, Gu Wenyu spooned a spoonful of porridge and fed it to his mouth.

"Meat floss yesterday fell down when going up the stairs because he didn't have the energy to eat, and rolled down the stairs."

Lin Qingran worriedly stroked Rousong's back, avoided the porridge that Gu Wenyu fed him, and took the bowl of porridge indifferently: "I will eat it myself."

"Okay." Gu Wenyu put a towel under the bowl of porridge, and handed it to Lin Qingran: "Of course, be careful not to burn it."

"Meat floss." Lin Qingran softly called the meat floss, rubbing its head: "You want to eat later, did you hear me?"

"Ow!"

Rouxong raised his head buried under the quilt, rubbed against Lin Qingran's leg with a "owwow", ran out of bed on his short legs, ran out of the room, and then ran back again, with a dinner plate in his mouth, black eyes Yuanliu stared at him and yelled "Aww".

On the dinner plate was the meat that Gu Wenyu had just put on it. The plate was full, and the meat floss was wagging its tail and looking at Lin Qingran with a piece of meat in its mouth, but did not eat it.

After Lin Qingran picked up a spoonful of porridge in the bowl and took a sip, the meat floss wagged his tail twice and bit the meat in his mouth.

Lin Qingran drank the porridge in the bowl, took two sips, and tears unconsciously fell from her eyes, slid down her cheeks, and dripped on the thin quilt.

"Of course!" Gu Wenyu was startled suddenly, his heart suddenly became tense, he hurriedly wiped away Lin Qingran's tears, and then grabbed the porridge from his hand with the other hand.

He asked worriedly in a hoarse and low voice, "Did the porridge burn your tongue?"

Lin Qingran's tears didn't stop, big teardrops rolled out of her beautiful eyes like pearls.

Gu Wenyu wiped it for him distressedly, but was blocked by Lin Qingran's hand, he asked with a slightly crying voice, "Who cooked the porridge?"

Gu Wenyu's hand stopped in the air for a moment, then his sharp eyes dimmed, and his voice was hoarse: "Is it too bad to drink?"

"Grandma said before that you like this kind of porridge very much. The porridge sold outside can't make this kind of taste, so I tried many times, trying to boil out that kind of taste, at least let you—"

"Enough!" Lin Qingran interrupted Gu Wenyu: "What exactly does President Gu want to say?"

Looking at the man, a tear in his eye flowed down his cheek, his eyes were cold, like ice in winter, without the slightest warmth.

"I'm no longer the Lin Qingran I used to be, and you're not 'Gu Yanqing' either, there's no need."