summer drowning

God's story? "

"Why not?" When he said this, his tone was relaxed.

"Wait, I don't go to work today, I'll push you out for a walk." The caring Madoka felt the depression of the person trapped in the room, "I'll find a wheelchair."

After exhausting a lot of strength, Zhou Ziming was placed on the wheelchair. Xiaoyuan wanted to lean against the wall to rest for a while, and Zhou Ziming tried his best to express the novelty that the wheelchair brought to him instead of being sad.

"It's the first time I ride this, it's very interesting." He touched the wheels with his hands, familiar with everything he was unfamiliar with.

Xiaoyuan got up all her strength and stood behind him, "Then shall we go?"

"Good."

Zhou Ziming had never lived in a hospital for such a long time before, nor had he had the opportunity to visit a hospital carefully.

The Changqing Hospital where he lives lives up to its name, covering a large area and planting more vegetation, which is said to be beneficial to the recovery of patients' physical and mental health.This time, if Madoka hadn't brought him here, he still wouldn't know what kind of green world he was born in.

Almost involuntarily, he raised his hand like a paintbrush, trying to paint everything.

Madoka noticed his posture, and asked in surprise, "Can you draw?"

Zhou Ziming raised his head, "Don't look at me like this, I'm an outstanding student from the University of the United States, and I even held an art exhibition."

"It's amazing, I didn't expect you to have this talent."

"I have a lot of talents. I can't finish talking for three days and three nights." Breathing in the fresh air that he hadn't seen for a long time, Zhou Ziming's heart was so light that he almost flew up.

"No," Xiaoyuan shook her head, "I don't want to listen to that, I want to know about you and Li Qian."

"Heh," Zhou Ziming chuckled, "I'm afraid you'll want to push me out of here when you hear about my mess in the past."

"No way. Not to mention, you won't die if you are pushed down. If you are a bad person, it is not my turn to punish you. It is against the law to harm someone. Why would I do such a stupid thing for you?"

"So, you're quite sensible." Zhou Ziming couldn't help teasing her.

"It's useless to praise me, hurry up and tell the truth, what bad things have you done?"

Zhou Ziming couldn't help but support his forehead, "This is too much, where do I start? Let me start talking when I'm born?"

"What do you say. I don't want to listen."

"Of course it has something to do with it," Zhou Ziming didn't blush at all, "I can tell a lie when I can speak, and start making trouble when I have the ability to act. Do you know how to rely on Li Qian?"

Xiaoyuan was surprised that he used the word "Lai", and several related images quickly flashed in her mind, "Pengci?"

Zhou Ziming laughed loudly, like all the stars in the sky were shattered, "Well, it's almost the same."

"It's almost the same difference. Don't go around the corner, tell me quickly."

"Okay, okay," Zhou Ziming stretched out his hand to curb her impatience, "one dollar," he said, laughing himself, "I relied on him for one dollar."

The first meeting yesterday seemed to be still in front of my eyes, and there was a little nostalgia in his eyes, "At that time, I had no money on me, and I couldn't even afford to take the bus, so he gave me the money." He gestured to Xiaoyuan, "One yuan He threw coins for me. Now it seems that he is not out of good intentions or fancying me or something, but he just finds it troublesome."

Xiaoyuan tried to outline the image of Li Qian in her heart, "And then, and then."

"Then, I ran over to thank him for lending me a dollar, and then gave a lot of reasons to ask him to lend me a few hundred dollars."

Xiaoyuan chuckled, "You just met him, you asked him to borrow money, did he lend you?"

"Of course not, he's not stupid."

"What then?"

"Mobai, barefoot is not afraid of wearing shoes. After staying at his house for one night, he lent me the money."

Madoka shook her head, "I've never seen such a brazen person."

"He must have never seen it before, and he is a person who doesn't speak up, so he can't argue with him at all. In the end, he has to obey."

"..." Xiaoyuan labeled Li Qian as a "victim" and "poor little girl" in her heart.

Zhou Ziming: "To be honest, he met me very badly. I guess the hospital should have rumors about me."

"what's up?"

"That's how I got in."

After hesitating for a moment, Xiaoyuan nodded honestly, she expected Zhou Ziming to explain.

But Zhou Ziming just nodded, "I am indeed not a good person. The rumors are true. I like to play and am not a person who lives a peaceful life. In the novel, he is Wu Dalang and I am that Pan Jinlian. Wu Dalang is much better..." He sighed. "It's probably a bad luck in eight lifetimes for Li Qian to come to me. When he was with me, he was gossiped, and he was gossiped again when he was divorced. Now that something happened to me, I will be attacked again."

Madoka didn't smile, but asked him with a sad tone: "You know it's not good and it will hurt him, why do you still do it?"

This knife hit Zhou Ziming's heart. For other people, he can still pretend to be tough or laugh, but he can't bear it and don't want to face people who are kind and simple in nature and take everything seriously: "Because Compassion doesn't take the high ground, I love myself more."

Madoka clasped her hands together, and asked the last question hesitantly: "What about now?"

It was windy, Zhou Ziming brushed the hair to his ear, "Let's stop here for today, maybe it's going to rain."

Xiaoyuan raised her head to look at the sky, the dark clouds were so thick that they were pressing down on the sky, and also on her heart.

……

It was night, the sound of rain outside was very loud, Zhou Ziming closed his eyes, wandering on the edge of his dream.

So when someone opened the door, he woke up immediately.

The person who came did not speak, and his breath was very shallow.

But Zhou Ziming decided it was him, Li Qian.

Due to various complicated psychology, he does not want to open his eyes, he cannot open them.

Yes, he could smash the vase with just one guess, and shout after a person whose back he couldn't even see, but he had no choice but to open his eyes.

When and when was the last time you saw him.

Zhou Ziming would always seem to think of the day when he put down the keys and left his house, the sky was clear, and only Li Qian's silence made him feel cold.

Now we meet again in such a scene, he is no longer the aloof Zhou Ziming, but a cripple, a disabled person, he has accepted that he has lost half of his body, but he can't, he can't be so unbearable It fell into Li Qian's sight.

Shame, shame, shot down Zhou Ziming's tears.

Li Qian appeared on such a thunderstorm night, like a ghost, without saying a word, but it made him more uncomfortable than anything else in this world.

"Zhou Ziming."

He pronounced his name slowly, like some obscure poem.

Zhou Ziming opened his eyes and found Li Qian who was leaning against the door, like a ghost, a cloud of black mist, without entity.

He wants to see him.

This thought, surpassing everything else, made him wipe away his tears calmly, and then tried his best to support his body to turn on the light.

"Wow", the light illuminates the world, making Li Qian and Zhou Ziming look at each other, magnifying the distance between them.

It was also at this time that Zhou Ziming discovered that Li Qian was wearing that usual black T-shirt, letting the bright red blood occupy his left arm indifferently.

Zhou Ziming got up anxiously, but forgot the fact that his legs could not move, and fell directly to the ground.

That moment was more of a tingling pain in the soul, he was the broken doll, not Li Qian.

Everything, everything, the care and love he wanted to expose, and the incompleteness he didn't want to reveal were all displayed in front of Li Qian.

Li Qian had no unnecessary reaction to this, and remained silent as always, reaching out to help Li Qian.

Zhou Ziming followed Li Qian's hand and looked up, only seeing the bleeding hand. He suppressed the sadness in his heart and said in a muffled voice, "Let the nurse come."

Li Qian ignored him, and carried Zhou Ziming back to the bed like an eagle catching a chick, but he didn't let his blood get on him.

The flustered Zhou Ziming didn't know how to behave properly for a moment. Looking at Li Qian's bloody wound, he couldn't help but say, "You are injured, you should ask a nurse to bandage it. What are you doing here?"

"I'll pick you up and leave the hospital tomorrow morning." Li Qian didn't answer his question, but popped out this sentence without thinking.

Zhou Ziming was taken aback, he didn't expect to hear this sentence.

But Li Qian didn't give him time to react, he opened the door and walked out quickly, leaving Zhou Ziming alone, as if he had never been here before.

The author says:

Dedicated to Slag Snow.

5. Cross flower

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Zhou Ziming had to be patient so that he wouldn't push Li Qian away to put on his pants.

Strangely, he didn't resist so much when a nurse was operating on him. Probably the nurse was a dead-faced working machine who only regarded him as a lifeless Barbie doll.

But Li Qian wanted to do this for him, and he felt extremely awkward.

Zhou Ziming even wanted to say, don't do it, let other people do it.

But then he thought about it again, how could there be other people, he wanted to go home with Li Qian, this time he escaped, he hid for a while, but he couldn't hide for a while.

So, he endured, imagining himself as a carrot.His heart can beat wildly, his face can be hot, but his lower body has nothing to do with him.

"……"Finally done!Zhou Ziming opened his eyes with relief.It's embarrassing, he used to think he was unrestrained, and he was definitely not someone who couldn't let go, but now he has so much shame, really!

"Is there anything you want to take?" Li Qian asked him.

I was accidentally injured on a mission yesterday. After seeing Zhou Ziming, I went back to find a doctor to bandage him. I hardly had time to rest. I went back home again. Zhou Ziming’s things were lost the day he left.