Cross the sea

It's almost sweet and I think "Who's calling?"

"Qianqiu."

He Zhen dialed the phone back while talking, jumped off the roof of the car, turned around and took Li Chengyun's hand, Li Chengyun patted the back of his hand with a smile.

When the phone was connected, He Zhen gave a hello, and the person on the other side seemed to sense the joy that could not be concealed in his tone, and paused for two seconds before opening his mouth.

Li Chengyun leaned against the station and watched the sea breeze blow Hezhen's hair and clothes, and the oncoming headlights illuminated his glistening lips.

"It's Zhou An."

He Zhen turned around, "An Qianqiu is hospitalized."

Romantic time is always short, and a phone call can instantly drag the dizzy person back to reality. He Zhen looked out the window in a daze, and after a while, half a pack of cigarettes appeared in his sight.

"Pick one."

Li Chengyun turned and drove away from the overtaking lane, took one and bit it in his mouth, tilted his head slightly to let He Zhen light it for him, he took two puffs and handed it to He Zhen.

Seeing Hezhen relax, Li Chengyun asked him: "Did Zhou An say what's the problem?"

He Zhen shook his head, he leaned against the back of the chair, the white smoke in his mouth overflowed from the corner of his lips, and floated to the roof of the carriage: "I asked, but he didn't say anything, he just said let me go there sometime. "

When he was a child, he envied An Qianqiu's two-story house. Now that so many years have passed, An Qianqiu has become the only one among them who has lost his parents. When it comes to people who can sign the consent form for surgery, they can't help but complain that life is unfair.

"At first, I thought there was nothing to say about this matter, and An Qianqiu probably didn't want to bring it up again, but since she asked Zhou An to call you, she probably didn't plan to keep it from you."

Li Chengyun took the cigarette in He Zhen's hand, took a small puff and threw it out the window.

"She's had an abortion before."

He Zhen was taken aback for a moment, and then turned his head to look at Li Chengyun's side face after a pause for a few seconds.

Li Chengyun didn't look at him, but lightly shook his hand on the armrest box: "Not long after you left, the situation was not very good at that time, and An Qianqiu was going to stay in the hospital for a week. I left in two days."

Li Chengyun's speech is calm and his voice is low, as if even if the world is destroyed, he can sit lightly in the ruins and tell others.

He Zhen closed the car window, and held Li Chengyun's finger with his wrist facing up. He heard how An Qianqiu sat in the waiting hall and cried bitterly after sending him away. Hospital.

When he was young and full of energy, he always didn't care about anything. He upholds the idea of ​​​​love first, and can be used by relatives and friends, and can be left behind at critical times. He is the most selfish of all.

"She never told me."

He Zhen couldn't look at Li Chengyun's face, lowered his head and pulled out a stiff smile: "Maybe I'm really too unreliable."

"I'm just reliable."

The vehicle in front drove a certain distance, Li Chengyun put the neutral gear, and let the car slide forward a little bit, as the bright brake lights ahead were getting closer, Li Chengyun stepped on the brakes, and said calmly, "I will handle it."

He Zhen finally looked up at Li Chengyun's side face under the gentle light, a selfish person has luck, He Zhen's heart beat wildly.

He took Li Chengyun's hand and pressed it to his chest, his eyes sparkled: "My heart is beating so fast."

The crowd in front was waiting for the vehicles to gradually pass, and behind them were the alternate players who kept honking their horns. Li Chengyun was not in a hurry to get on the stage, so he bowed his head and kissed He Zhen, but felt that it was not enough to move away for a few seconds, so he leaned over and pecked again.

"Take you to the hospital immediately."

Li Chengyun kicked the gas pedal and smiled with his eyes bent.

On the twelfth floor of Haizhong Hospital, when He Zhen entered, An Qianqiu was lying on the hospital bed hanging water, holding the mobile phone between his ears and shoulders, biting the barb on his hand and frowning at the microphone.

Seeing He Zhen standing at the door, An Qianqiu frowned and smiled at him, and after a few perfunctory words, the person on the other end hung up.

"It's coming so soon."

An Qianqiu sat up, stretched her neck and glanced at the door, "You alone? You won't be dumped again!"

"You're laughing ass."

He Zhen looked at An Qianqiu with a cold face, and his tone was not kind.

An Qianqiu was not angry either, she smiled at Hezhen with her plain face up, dangling the back of her hand with the indwelling needle inserted, and in the end it was Hezhen who swears first, An Qianqiu did not lose the wind, and scolded several times sentence.

The two suddenly started the first world war of swearing, and the volume became louder and louder, until the passing nurse frowned and slammed on the door.

"You had enough bad things at that time, and it's not a big deal for me."

An Qianqiu's eye circles were red, she cursed in a low voice, raised her hand and pressed her eye sockets hard, "Besides, you are not the child's father, why should I tell you?"

The smell of disinfectant in the ward could not be dispelled. There was no vase at the head of the bed, and the sunflowers tied together with leather cords were perfunctorily placed on the bedside table, their heads drooping.

He Zhen pulled up a chair and sat by the bed, did not speak for a long time, and finally An Qianqiu spoke first: "What kind of expression do you have, I live in a hospital, not a funeral parlor."

"Is the operation fee enough?"

He Zhen looked at her, "I have brought all my cards and credit cards."

"Come on, you, you son of a bitch, can you earn as much as me as a model?"

An Qianqiu raised her chin, clicked her lips, "I won't show you my hourly salary, I'm afraid you will kidnap me if I tell you."

He Zhen frowned and smiled, and before he had time to fight back, the door behind him was pushed open, and Li Chengyun walked in, carrying a fruit basket and the water-blue vase he just bought.

"I just asked the doctor, if it's convenient for you, you can have surgery as soon as next Wednesday."

Li Chengyun stood behind Hezhen, put his hand on Hezhen's left shoulder, "You arrange the work and fix the time as soon as possible."

I don't know how long it has been since I saw He Zhen and Li Chengyun standing together quietly. An Qianqiu didn't want to spoil the atmosphere. She touched her knee and said with a smile, "I have nothing to arrange."

Li Chengyun nodded lightly, leaned down and whispered a few words to He Zhen, then turned and walked out. When he opened the door, he heard An Qianqiu whispering thank you to him.

"Can you eat oranges?"

He Zhen peeled the orange peel, the juice stained his fingertips yellow, and the fresh fruity fragrance penetrated the air.

He Zhen's hair was a little longer than when he just came back, the bright light shone on him, and the ends of his hair radiated soft light.

"When my father died, it was Li Chengyun who found a lawyer for me through his family relationship. In fact, he didn't have to worry about these nosy things at that time."

As An Qianqiu said, she took out a pack of cigarettes from under the pillow, and then received a knife from He Zhen. She took out one and put it under her nose, smelling it while muttering: "When I had the abortion, I wanted to find a community clinic to get it done." Forget it, but the situation at that time was more complicated, and Zhou An was unwilling to die."

"In the end, Li Chengyun went to beg his father again."

An Qianqiu looked calm, with straight lips.

In the empty corridor of the inpatient department, Li Chengyun was standing at the door to answer the phone. She could occasionally hear a man's intermittent voice, probably accusing Li Chengyun of making such dubious friends and being ashamed of his parents' education for so many years. Li Chengyun remained silent, Take all of these orders.

After the oranges were peeled, and the plump flesh was placed on the paper towel, He Zhen raised his head and met An Qianqiu's crooked eyes.

"It's all for you."

He Zhen also laughed, and said softly, "I know."

There was the sound of the doorknob turning in the quiet space, and Li Chengyun walked in again, with two plastic packing boxes in the bag in his hand.

It is the taste of casserole meatballs.