I'm weak, I installed [Transmigration Book]

"Chunle water?"

Song Hanzhang couldn't help coughing as soon as he opened his mouth, and he spit out a few more sips of water. After spitting out all the water in his body, he felt that his breathing became smoother.

He lay down to rest his mind, and after a while, he pushed Chun Leshui lying on his chest: "You said you can't complete your mission if I die? What do you mean?"

"What mission?"

"What is your purpose?"

There was silence all around, and it was obviously impossible for Chun Leshui, who was in a coma, to answer his question.

Song Hanzhang certainly didn't expect to get an answer at this time.

In less than a minute, Song Hanzhang barely sat up on the ground. The shore was full of rocks of different sizes, and his palms were full of marks.

But at this moment, Song Hanzhang didn't care about these at all. He couldn't let himself and Chun Leshui continue to be exposed to the cold wind, because their clothes were wet when they fell into the water, and it was already cold and windy by the lake? Lie down on the air outlet and wait for the symptoms of hypothermia to come up. He and Chun Leshui have to explain here.

Song Hanzhang's lips turned white from the cold, and his exposed hands were also red and stiff.

Looking at Chun Leshui again, he experienced high mental tension and expended a lot of physical strength to save himself and rescued Song Hanzhang from the car. The loss of body heat was more serious than Song Hanzhang.

Moreover, when a person is in a coma or falls asleep, his body temperature will drop. If he is not woken up quickly, the situation will be even more dangerous.

As the cold wind blew past, small ripples appeared on the surface of the lake that had regained its calm. It was not at all apparent that it almost swallowed the lives of two people just now.The trees on the shore stretch into the distance, as if they are integrated with the night, the leaves rustle in response to friction, and the shadows of the Chuo Chuo forest are like the raging waves of the roaring Black Sea.

Even if Song Hanzhang's hand was placed on Chun Leshui's face, he couldn't feel any temperature, and could only touch the slippery lake water.

He moved his fingertips down and gently pressed Chun Leshui's carotid artery. His stiff fingers made the sense of touch dull, and it took him a while to feel the beating of the pulse under the skin.

While confirming the situation of Chunle Water, Song Hanzhang raised his head and looked towards the opposite bank, accurately locating the position where they rushed out of the mountain road. A gap was knocked into the guardrail on the side of the road, and the truck that was driving towards them stopped not far away. At one place, high-intensity lights illuminate the road ahead as if it were daytime.

The mobile phones of Song Hanzhang and Chun Leshui all sank into the lake together with the car. The worst case is that the truck driver fled the scene after the car accident. Without any warming equipment and unable to save themselves, by the time grandpa finds him and Chun Leshui, they probably won't be able to see the sun tomorrow.

But fortunately, as long as the truck driver stops, he will definitely seek rescue as soon as possible.

Song Hanzhang now only needs to take Chunle Shui to find a shelter from the wind, let Chunle Shui wake up, and then find a way to slow down the speed of body temperature loss, and they will be saved.

No one thought that this kind of situation would happen to him, but now Song Hanzhang is still calm, and he must be calm.

He immediately took off the completely soaked coats of the two of them, wrung out the water and put Chun Leshui on them again. Although wet clothes will accelerate the loss of body temperature, they can still barely block the cold wind.

Song Hanzhang was only wearing a shirt and was shivering from the cold. He rubbed his hands and prepared to pick up Chun Leshui and walk down the cliff. There was a big rock forming a ninety-degree angle with the cliff, which was suitable for shelter from the wind.

In order to reduce the contact area with the ground, Song Hanzhang lifted Chun Leshui's upper body onto his lap.

This is probably the most quiet and well-behaved time for Chun Leshui in recent months. There is no false pretense, nor is there a cold face at each other. His eyes are closed, his face is bloodless, and his whole person looks thin and fragile.

When picking him up from the ground, Song Hanzhang almost threw Chun Leshui down because of the loss of strength in his arm, and hurriedly put his arms around his waist to stabilize him.Chun Le's water-soaked head rested on the side of Song Hanzhang's neck, but there was no reaction at all.

Song Hanzhang lowered his eyes, looking at the lifeless delicate face, his heart trembled.

He took a deep breath, hooked Chunle Shui's legs, picked him up horizontally, and hid in a shelter from the wind.

Song Hanzhang didn't let Chun Leshui lean against the wall, and directly hugged Chun Leshui on his lap and leaned against his arms. The clothes on his body were wet and cold, but it would be much better if they were close together.

Song Hanzhang patted Chun Leshui's face, and called him softly: "Chun Leshui?" Chun Leshui still didn't respond.

Putting his hands on his neck, Song Hanzhang could still feel a little warmth from his own neck, while Chunle Shui's body temperature was obviously lower than Song Hanzhang's, and he couldn't feel any temperature when he reached out and touched it.

Song Hanzhang didn't know what degree of hypothermia Chunle Shui is now, but he has no way to change his wet clothes now, nor can he dry him to prevent heat loss. It is more dangerous to be exposed.

He could only squeeze Chun Le Shui a little tighter, and transmit the heat of his body to him.

He kept patting Chun Leshui's face, calling his name to wake him up was futile.

Song Hanzhang stood up the collar of his coat, put his hands together and blew on Chun Leshui's neck, trying to warm him up in this way.

Song Hanzhang had never been so anxious before. He kept looking up and looking around. It may have only been ten minutes, but to him it seemed as long as a century.

"You mustn't die." Song Hanzhang's voice was already trembling, "I still have something to ask you."

As he spoke, he pinched Chun Leshui's cheek, forcing him to open his mouth, and kept blowing his only hot air into Chun Leshui's body.

"Chun Leshui." Song Hanzhang almost squeezed out his name every time he called him.

His eyes were red: "You rescued me and you died yourself. Do you want me to feel guilty for the rest of your life?"

He sent hot air into his mouth again, it was so cold that Song Hanzhang shivered, his teeth hit Chun Leshui's cold lips, and there was a rusty bloody smell on the tip of his tongue.

Song Hanzhang raised his head, Chun Leshui's pale lips were a little scarlet.

Looking at it has a shocking beauty.

Song Hanzhang stared at him for a moment, pinched Chun Leshui's chin and kissed him, Song Hanzhang didn't know how much of the heat he sent to Chun Leshui could actually enter his body, but at this moment he undoubtedly collapsed.

His body took the lead before his sluggish brain gave orders. With two cold lips pressed together, he licked off the blood stains on Chun Leshui's lips. After pushing the other's tightly closed lips with the tip of his tongue, he shook his lips towards him. Blow in your mouth.

Song Hanzhang only wore one piece, and leaned against the cold cliff to hug Chun Leshui, but for Song Hanzhang, the discomfort caused by hypothermia was far less painful than the psychological torture.

He was afraid that Chun Leshui would die here, in his arms, and he didn't want to experience the powerless feeling of witnessing the death of a loved one again.

And if Chun Leshui really had an accident here, then Song Hanzhang might not be able to get out of this shadow for the rest of his life.

If he had apologized to Chun Leshui earlier, if he hadn't insisted on racing with Jian Wen and the others, if he had paid attention to the road ahead to avoid the iron nail that pierced the tire, if it hadn't been for saving him...

If if if.

Song Hanzhang fell into deep self-blame, he was the one who caused all this with his own hands.

His eyes were so red that they were about to bleed: "Don't you usually hate it when I touch you? If I kiss you, you will throw me into the bathtub. Now I'm biting your mouth and bleeding. Why don't you react at all?"

"You bite me!" Song Hanzhang blew air on Chunle Shui's neck alternately, and then pressed his forehead against Chun Leshui's neck as if he lost his strength, "You bite me..."

"Didn't you say that if you touch you, you are a dog? After touching you for a long time...you don't scold me..."

Song Hanzhang only knew that he was talking, but his drowsy brain seemed to block his auditory system.

He had no idea what he was talking about.

The sound of the wind roaring through the woods was like the roar of wild animals. The two people in the shelter from the wind huddled together as if warming each other. Song Hanzhang hugged him as hard as if he wanted to embed Chun Leshui into his body, buried First and foremost, he also lost consciousness on his shoulder.

Only the wind, before he passed out completely, stirred up a small sob and carried it away.

"Wang."

drop--

drop--

drop--

The sound of the instrument rang in his ears, and Song Hanzhang opened his eyes, seeing a dazzling white.

He closed his eyes.

"Little master?"

It was Uncle Xu's voice.

Song Hanzhang slowly opened his eyes and turned his eyeballs. Uncle Xu at the bedside saw him wake up with a face full of surprise. He raised his hand and pressed the call bell before asking him, "How about it, young master, is there any discomfort?"

Seeing that he was about to get up, Uncle Xu stretched out his hand to support him, and put the pillow of the next bed behind him.

Song Hanzhang looked around, this is a double ward, he stared at the bed next to him, which was obviously lying on someone before, for a long time, his brain just woke up from a coma slowly turned, his last consciousness stayed in holding Chunle Water warms behind stone walls...

Chunle water? !

Song Hanzhang grabbed Uncle Xu suddenly: "Where's Chun Leshui?"

There was a lot of strength in his hands, his joints turned white, and he stared at Uncle Xu for a moment, but there was a trace of fear in his eyes: "Is he all right?"

Uncle Xu comforted him: "Don't worry, Le Shui is fine, he woke up earlier than you."

While speaking, Dr. Chen had already come over. After doing a series of examinations and inquiries on Song Hanzhang, he said to Uncle Xu: "It's all right, all the functions and indicators of the body are normal."

"Old Chen, I still have something to ask you." Uncle Xu left the ward with Dr. Chen after listening.

As soon as he left, Jian Wen came.

"Hanzhang, are you okay?"

Song Hanzhang shook his head: "It's okay."

"You don't know that when the rescue team found you, both you and Chun Leshui passed out, and the body temperature of each was lower than the other. The old man almost fell ill due to anxiety."

Hearing his mention, Song Hanzhang realized that Song Shiqing was not in the ward: "Where is my grandfather?"

Jian Wen said: "It's okay, it's okay, don't worry, the old man has no problems at all, and he's at Chunle Water right now."

"What do you mean?" Song Hanzhang looked at the empty bed next to him, "Isn't Chun Leshui in the same ward as me?"

Jian Wen was silent for a moment, then took out a fruit knife from the fruit plate next to him, peeled the apples and said, "I was just about to ask you, did you have any conflicts with Chun Leshui in the car? Change the ward, I don't want to stay with you."

He pierced an apple and handed it to Song Hanzhang's mouth: "Come in?"

Song Hanzhang turned his face away: "I don't want it."

Jian Wen just fed it into his own mouth: "He is not usually obedient to you, you have to force him to be like this to make him treat you so badly?"

Others thought that Song Hanzhang's prodigal son turned back and rebuilt the old relationship with Chun Leshui, but Jian Wen knew the mystery of it. He knew that Song Hanzhang had no feelings for Chun Leshui, so he didn't take the conflict between the two seriously. .

But it was a coincidence that every sentence was stabbing a knife in Song Hanzhang's heart.

Song Hanzhang's face darkened the more he listened.

Chun Leshui's performance shows that he is no longer even willing to pretend in front of other people.

Jian Wen urged him with a heartless look: "Ask you?"

Song Hanzhang became angry for a while, and of course the anger was more directed at himself.

"You can get out now." He said that he didn't give Jian Wen any more embarrassment, the quilt shook and he turned his back to Jian Wen and walked back.

"Hello?" Jian Wen stabbed him with the back of a knife, "Why is the eldest young master so angry just after waking up?"

Song Hanzhang was indifferent, and when Jian Wen turned to the front to take a look at him, he pulled up the quilt and buried himself.

His refusal to communicate was too obvious. Jian Wen laughed, put down the knife, gnawed on an apple, and exited the ward, not forgetting to complain about him: "I feel like you've been in a car accident and you've reverted to a child. Wait, brother will give it to you." Ask Dr. Chen to come over and check again."

"roll!"

"Okay." Jian Wen closed the door, "Get out now."

After the lock sounded, the room became quiet again. Song Hanzhang pressed down the quilt above his head with both hands, staring at the ceiling in a daze.

The quarrel between the two in the car and Chun Leshui's questioning every sentence lingered in his ears.

But what was more, was Chun Leshui's pale face after coma, and his body temperature that didn't rise at all no matter how much he covered him.

The despair at that time, Song Hanzhang still has lingering fears when he thinks about it now.

No.

Regardless of whether Chun Leshui wanted to see him or not, he had to make sure that he was really still alive in order to feel at ease.

Song Hanzhang lifted the quilt and got out of bed, wrapped a coat over the hospital gown, opened the door and bumped into Song Shiqing who was about to come in.

"Grandpa?"

Song Shiqing looked him up and down a few times, and after confirming that he was fine, he asked, "Want to go out?"

Song Hanzhang helped him sit on the sofa: "I want to see Chunle Water."

"I just came over from his side." Song Shiqing leaned his crutches on the armrest of the sofa, and snorted coldly, "I really care about him now, so do you know that Le Shui doesn't want to see you at all?"

Song Hanzhang nodded: "Jian Wen told me."

"Know you're still going?"

"I just want to make sure that he is really awake, otherwise I don't feel at ease."

"Could it be that we still lie to you?"

"Grandpa, I didn't mean that." Song Hanzhang sat on the single sofa next to him, "It's just me..."

Song Hanzhang covered his forehead, his fingertips touched the gauze wrapped around the corner of his forehead, he looked down at his feet, unable to speak any more.

Even in front of his grandfather, he couldn't admit that he was afraid.

The scene of not being able to wake up Chun Leshui was almost deeply engraved in his mind.

He had to confirm with his own eyes that the other party was safe.

Song Hanzhang said: "I'll go and see him first."

"Come back." Song Shiqing said in a deep voice, "I still have something to ask you."

Song Hanzhang turned around: "Grandpa."

Song Shiqing's expression was serious: "Tell me honestly, what did you do to Le Shui at the birthday party last night?"

The image of Chun Leshui was deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, but his attitude suddenly changed. Everyone felt that the problem was Song Hanzhang.

Even Song Hanzhang himself is very aware of this.

"Not last night," Song Hanzhang said with some difficulty. Last night was just a fuse that ignited all the accumulated conflicts. "It was everything I did in the past few years."

He looked down at Song Shiqing on the sofa: "Grandpa, you were right when you scolded me before, I'm just an asshole."

Song Hanzhang didn't know what he thought of, and said dejectedly: "There is no difference between me and that scumbag Sun Minghong."

As soon as Sun Minghong's name came out, the ward was suffocatingly quiet.

"I don't allow you to say that..." Song Shiqing said suddenly. He stood up on crutches, walked in front of Song Hanzhang, and emphasized, "You are a child of my Song family, and the blood of Nanfeng is flowing in your body. What does Sun Minghong have to do with that bastard?! I scolded you because I couldn't see what you did to Le Shui. Honestly, the child would only swallow any grievances and sufferings, just like your mother. But you , being forced to marry him by me, I also know that you are wronged, you must insist that Le Shui used tricks, and I forced you to marry him!"

"If you did something to offend Le Shui, then it's my fault! What does it have to do with that bastard Sun Minghong!" Song Shiqing sternly slammed his cane on the ground, "What he did to your mother, you don't care. I haven't done anything to Leshui either! I don't allow you to say that!"

He became emotional, his whole face was flushed, and he was obviously short of breath.

Song Hanzhang was terrified, calling for his grandfather repeatedly, helping Song Shiqing to lie down on the hospital bed.

"Breathe Grandpa, breathe." Song Hanzhang pressed the calling bell several times in a panic, took out his medicine and let him swallow it under his tongue, "Grandpa, don't worry, I was wrong, I shouldn't have said that, take it easy, Don't be angry..."

"Hanzhang..." Song Shiqing held his hand tightly, "Next time, you are not allowed to say such things again. Even if you blame yourself, you can't compare yourself with that person. Grandpa will be sad."

Sun Minghong was a name that Song Shiqing and Song Hanzhang's father and grandson never wanted to mention.

He is Song Hanzhang's father.

But it left an indelible psychological shadow on Song Hanzhang.

If for Song Shiqing, Sun Minghong was the chief culprit who caused him to lose his daughter, then for Song Hanzhang, Sun Minghong was the nightmare that he could not escape in his whole life.

He witnessed his mother's death with his own eyes, and was chased by his father with a knife. If Song Shiqing hadn't gone in time, he would have lost not only Song Nanfeng alone.

Comparing himself to that scumbag shows how disappointed Song Hanzhang is with himself.

He swung the knife at himself, how could Song Shiqing not feel distressed.

"I'm sorry." Song Hanzhang buried his head in Song Shiqing's arms with red eyes, "I'm sorry, Grandpa."

The doctor soon came to pick up Song Shiqing, and Song Hanzhang followed him a few steps, but it seemed that all his strength was suddenly taken away. He didn't even go out of the ward, and fell into the sofa in a daze.

Even when he was arguing with Chun Leshui in the car and he was constantly questioned by Chun Leshui, Song Hanzhang never had the idea of ​​comparing himself with that human being.Because he knew that his mistake was that he had misunderstood Chun Leshui for so many years. All his bastard behaviors were based on this premise, and there were traces to follow.

On the contrary, he often doubted Chun Leshui, he stayed in the Song family to get close to his purpose, did he also covet the Song family property like Sun Minghong?Is he showing love to himself frequently without a bottom line in order to relax his vigilance and let himself fall in love with him, and then kill himself like Sun Minghong killed his mother?

So Song Hanzhang never believed that Chun Leshui really loved him, and later hearing Chun Leshui's voice proved this point.

But when Song Hanzhang was left speechless by the question, he suddenly realized that at least in the past, Chun Leshui really loved him, to the point of complete disappointment, and would go all out to save him in the face of danger.

One person's disappointment to another person is accumulated by countless small things. Most of the time, it feels like it will be over after a while, but in fact, it has always been at a certain critical point, and it may even be beyond that. Lift the weight of a feather.

It's like a mother is to Sun Minghong, and He Chun Leshui is to him.

When Chun Leshui was lying in Song Hanzhang's arms with weak breathing and slow heartbeat, the great fear made Song Hanzhang realize that he had been guarding Chun Leshui as Sun Minghong, but in fact he was the executioner holding the knife.

Like Sun Minghong, he broke a person's heart and killed him.

It's just that his mother bleeds, and Chun Leshui lay in his arms quietly and unresponsively.

So it is very reasonable for Chun Leshui to wake up and not want to see him.

He was tired, tired, and didn't want to play with Song Hanzhang anymore.

What Song Hanzhang didn't know was that it wasn't just because of this reason that Chun Leshui didn't want to see him.

Compared with this, the more important reason is that Chun Leshui is very disturbed.

He was not satisfied with the fear of Song Hanzhang's death when he fell into the water. He knew very well that he had no affection for Song Hanzhang. Every time he wanted to kill him, he was not lying, but he really wanted Song Hanzhang to die.

He thought that he could watch the show leisurely when Song Hanzhang was in danger, but in fact, at that moment, he even preferred to die himself.

This made Chun Leshui's hair stand on end, because at that moment he could clearly tell that it was a thought that came out of his own head, not an extra inexplicable emotion, but that he himself thought that way.

Even including saving him, it was completely out of instinct.

He kept himself very calm because he was the only one who could save Song Hanzhang at the moment.

If the person around him is not Song Hanzhang, he can't guarantee whether he will not panic throughout the whole process.

This has to make Chun Leshui wonder why Song Hanzhang occupies such an important position in his subconscious mind. Are these really the emotions left by the humble feelings to him as a time traveler?

He didn't know anything about his past, he was already bound to the system when he woke up, he was told his name, and he had a choice in front of him.

At that time, Chun Leshui still thought it was a coincidence that the character he needed to cross had exactly the same name as him.

What did the system say?

It said it was a book-piercing exercise.

Chun Le Shui believed him, and he was not curious about his blank past. After all, the past has passed, and he only wants the future.

But now, Chun Leshui suddenly wants to spy on his past, he wants to know why he has no memory?Why is it selected by the system?

He could feel that the system was still there, but he pretended to be dead and was unwilling to answer his question. After being urged many times by Chun Leshui, the system said: [It is your strong will that summoned me and gave me the opportunity to pursue freedom. ]

"What about my memories of the past?" Chun Leshui asked.

[Are those important? ] The system said, [You are dead, where is your past?You just have to remember your purpose and keep looking ahead. ]

Chun Leshui was extremely frightened by the answer that avoided the important ones.

The answer may already be in his own hands.

He couldn't face it, and the first human reaction to avoiding danger was—

escape.

The first thing he did was move out of Song Hanzhang's ward. Song Shiqing asked him a lot about him, but Chun Leshui didn't say anything.

He himself was in a mess.

Just as he was gnawing his fingertips and thinking about the divorce, the sound of frantic footsteps in the corridor interrupted his thoughts.

Through the glass, he saw several doctors rushing around pushing the hospital bed, and Chun Leshui took several seconds to realize that the person on the bed was Song Shiqing.

Startled, he opened the door abruptly and was about to follow. When he turned his head, he met Song Hanzhang who had just come out of the ward.

Chun Leshui saw Song Hanzhang's appearance for the first time. He was wearing a hospital gown as if he would collapse if blown. The only color on the whole face was the scarlet eyes and the bleeding forehead wound after he tore off the gauze .

But Chun Leshui doesn't have time to talk to him now, or if he has time, he won't talk to him.

After a fluttering glance, he quickly looked away, chasing after the hospital bed that had disappeared around the corner.

【Who is showing that cute and pitiful look? 】

[Do you still want Grandpa to wake up and worry about you? 】

[Black-bone Chicken Mackerel. 】

Song Hanzhang was about to step up, but he paused for a moment before following him, but when passing by the nurse's station, he asked the nurse to bandage his forehead again before rushing to the emergency room.

Including Uncle Xu who hurried over later, the three of them didn't have to wait long for Song Shiqing to be pushed out.

Dr. Chen followed closely behind: "Fortunately, although this attack was urgent, it happened to be in the hospital, and Hanzhang's first aid method is also very correct, there is no major problem."

Chun Leshui and Uncle Xu rushed over, Doctor Chen said helplessly, "Okay, okay, push the old man back to the ward first, let him have a good rest."

"Grandpa," Chun Leshui said softly, "You scared me to death."

The old man looked very tired, he smiled and put his palm on Chun Leshui's face twice: "I'm sorry, grandpa shouldn't scare you."

Chun Leshui went straight up, nodded and said: "That's right, since the old man has realized his mistake, don't make it again next time."

Song Shiqing said hello again and again.

He glanced at Song Hanzhang who was looking at him from outside the crowd but didn't dare to approach him, and stretched out his hand to him.

It took several seconds for Song Hanzhang to walk to the bed and hold Song Shiqing's hand.

The old man held his hand and squeezed it lightly twice: "It's okay."

Song Hanzhang lowered his head without saying a word.

Grandpa's hands are very hot, the palms are dry, and the skin on the back of the hands is not as elastic as that of young people. You can feel the loss of collagen in the pads of your fingers when you touch them lightly. blood vessels.

It was these hands that picked Song Hanzhang up from the ground, wiped his tears, and patted the quilt to accompany him all night when he had nightmares.

It was also these hands that led Song Hanzhang to his mother's cemetery, patted him on the face to let him go out to play, and indulged him to do what he wanted to do.

But because he felt that he was forcing him to get married, Song Hanzhang insisted on moving out of the house regardless of his grandfather's reluctance. He let go of his emotions every day and lived a happy life, but he never thought about helping his grandfather take over the burden earlier, and never thought that he relied on his grandfather for warmth. At that time, why didn't grandpa project the thoughts of his mother on him as a comfort.

He is unscrupulous because he is favored by others.

He even mentioned the person that grandpa didn't want to hear and mention the most. He compared himself with Sun Minghong, and he was clearly assassinating grandpa.

Although the invisible knife does not see blood, it will kill people.

If something happens to grandpa, he is the murderer.

But fortunately, fortunately, grandpa is fine.

Song Hanzhang couldn't control his trembling hands. He was afraid now, and he didn't want Chun Leshui and Uncle Xu to see him on the verge of collapse. He wanted to take his hands out to sort out his emotions.

"It's fine." Song Hanzhang's throat was sore and tight, and he said reluctantly after a long time, "You should rest first, and I have something to discuss with you later."

Song Shiqing was really tired, so he squeezed Song Hanzhang again before letting go.

Song Hanzhang leaned over to help him cover the quilt.

He was not in a good mood, and everyone present could see it.

It's just that Chun Leshui is no longer flattering like before, but because he knew that he was worried about his grandfather, he didn't ridicule him in his heart. In short, he left the ward very calmly, intending to let Song Shiqing have a good rest.

Song Hanzhang didn't turn his head when he heard the footsteps.

He felt relieved after confirming that Chun Leshui was fine, but he didn't know how to face him now.

"Young Master, are you okay?" Uncle Xu felt that something was wrong with him and was worried. He thought Song Hanzhang was worried about Song Shiqing, "Since Dr. Chen said it's okay, don't worry too much."

Song Hanzhang nodded: "Uncle Xu, Grandpa has troubled you."

"It's enough for the old man to have me here, and you should go to rest." Uncle Xu lowered his voice so as not to disturb Song Shiqing who was on the hospital bed, "Your and Le Shui's health is also very important. Your Aunt Xu made your favorite food. Send it over in a while and eat more to replenish your energy, you see there is no blood on your face."

He rambled on a lot, reading all the way from Song Shiqing's ward to Song Hanzhang's ward.

Song Hanzhang smiled: "Understood, you are so long-winded."

"You knew that Uncle Xu was long-winded the first day?" Xu Qing smiled lightly, and patted him on the back, "Okay, I'm going to go back and take care of the old man. Uncle Xu won't be in bed with you when you're so old."

"Uncle Xu..." Song Hanzhang was silent for a while, "I have grown up."

"You will always be a child in my heart."

No, Uncle Xu, I should grow up.

Song Hanzhang watched his back out of sight before opening the door and entering the room.

He can't hide behind his grandfather forever. He should learn to take responsibility and be responsible for the things he has done and the mistakes he has made.

Chun Leshui tilted her head and leaned against Song Hanzhang's arms.

Surrounded by the howling cold wind, Song Hanzhang was shivering from the cold, and the hand that wanted to pat Chun Leshui's face was curled up because of stiffness, unable to stretch it.

Chun Leshui closed her eyes, her beautiful face was as white as glass and seemed transparent, and her thick eyelashes hung lightly under her eyes, and because they were wet with water, they formed small ice crystals.

He seemed to disappear at any moment, the only color on his face was the small mole under his eyes, which was so black that it looked like he had painted it with a pen.

Song Hanzhang couldn't feel any warmth from his body, and wanted to send hot air into his body, but after sticking it, he only felt a biting cold air.

Song Hanzhang paused, his heartbeat began to speed up.

He pressed Chun Leshui's cheek tightly with his fingertips, the latter raised his head, opened his mouth mechanically following his movements, and poked his tongue in. Song Hanzhang couldn't feel the slightest bit of temperature in his mouth, it was as cold as ice same block.

"It's all right, it's just a loss of temperature." Song Hanzhang comforted himself, while drying his fingers with heat, he went to press the pulse on his neck.

There was silence all around, and even the wind didn't know when it stopped.

"I must have looked in the wrong place."

Song Hanzhang murmured to himself, hugged him a little tighter, and put his finger on the junction of Chun Leshui's jaw and neck on the other side.

"What's going on?" He frowned, and was about to withdraw his hands to warm Chunle's neck first, but the latter's head fell to the side like a kite with a broken string.

The wind started to move again, and Song Hanzhang stayed still for a long time before putting his finger under Chunle's water nose.

No snort.

he died.

Song Hanzhang woke up suddenly.

The scene in the dream is vivid in my mind, the picture of Chun Leshui's head drooping weakly is so real and terrifying, Song Hanzhang's head is sweating profusely but his whole body is cold.

He stared straight at the end of the bed, and waited for his intense breathing to calm down, then turned on the bedside lamp, took a sip of the cold water in the cup, and the cold liquid cooled down the esophagus into the stomach, which reminded Song Hanzhang suddenly The temperature in Chunle's mouth in the dream.

He squeezed the space between his eyebrows, put down his cup and got out of bed to change his clothes.

On the day he came back from the hospital, Chun Leshui took his bedding and moved out of Song Hanzhang's room. The bed belonged to Song Hanzhang again, but he couldn't sleep until dawn like before.

Because he is busy with work, he has limited sleep time every day, and the speed of falling asleep and the quality of sleep are very high, but now he often wakes up from his dream one to half an hour before the alarm clock rings.

He would always dream repeatedly of the scene of the two of them on the shore after falling into the water that day, and Chun Leshui would always lean on his arms with that fragile appearance, and all his fears at that time had come true in the dream, the dream Chun Leshui never woke up.

This caused him to sometimes be in a trance when he saw Chun Leshui in reality.

Before Song Hanzhang finished going down the stairs, he heard Chun Leshui's voice in the restaurant: "Grandpa, I'm going to rehearse."

Holding the bag and two slices of toast in his hand, he drank the milk in the cup in one go and ran down the corridor. He didn't even give Song Hanzhang a shot at the stairway, and ran out of the living room from the main entrance.

Song Hanzhang opened the side chair and sat down: "Grandpa."

Song Shiqing said: "How long has it been, why haven't you reconciled?"

Although compared to Chun Leshui's obedience to Song Hanzhang, Song Shiqing is more willing to see this kind of picture of being petty, because it also shows that the two are no longer the unhealthy one of them unconditionally accepting the other. However, the time since the two had their first conflict was a bit longer than Song Shiqing imagined.

Song Hanzhang really wanted to say that they hadn't had a good time at all, how could there be such a thing as reconciliation.

He knew that Chun Leshui left in a hurry because he heard his footsteps, he would not stay in the same space with Song Hanzhang now, Song Hanzhang was used to it.

He actually tried to talk to Chun Leshui, but when he finished saying "I don't know how to make up for you", Chun Leshui immediately turned him back.

Chun Leshui said: "Nothing you can do can make up for me."

One sentence left Song Hanzhang speechless.

And he was really helpless with the current situation. He tried to start from the perspective of Chunle Shui's needs, but Chun Leshui didn't need anything, which made him unable to do anything.

As for the divorce, Song Hanzhang heard that Chun Leshui had this idea in his heart.

But when he brought it up, Chun Leshui rejected him instead, saying that grandpa is not in good health and the divorce will be discussed later.

Although Song Hanzhang felt guilty for Chun Leshui and wanted to make up for him, but he didn't love Chun Leshui, and he knew that Chun Leshui didn't love him. It was obvious that he begged for forgiveness like a couple. It's not suitable for them either.

So things came to an impasse.

The cold war between the two, it should be said that Chun Leshui's unilateral cold war has lasted for more than a week now.

"Le Shui said he wanted to move out for a while." Song Shiqing said.

Song Hanzhang ate breakfast silently: "Okay."

"Aren't you going to keep it?"

Now even if Chun Leshui said he wanted the stars in the sky, Song Hanzhang would find a way to pick them off and give them to him. He said he wanted to move out, but Song Hanzhang just wanted to follow him, so how dare he keep them.

But he can only say to his grandfather: "He is still angry now, I will find a way after he is over."

"Hanzhang," the old man was worried when he saw them arguing like this, and said, "Tell grandpa, what did you guys say that day to make such a mess? Don't look at the old man who has been alone for decades, but you are definitely not good at coaxing people." I have experience. Your grandma used to throw my temper at every turn. Tell me about it, and grandpa will analyze it for you.