Cubs can't, at least they shouldn't

"Yes, sometimes I think, is a person tired of being alive?" Xing Ce sighed towards the ceiling.

Jiang Song woke up rubbing his temples in his stuttering chant, "How did you come in? Why are you here so early in the morning?"

"Big, early in the morning? Four in the afternoon, 04:30 early in the morning?" Xing Ce looked at him with a slight smile, and there seemed to be a circle of Buddha's light shining around him.

"Oh." Jiang Song wanted to sit up on the sofa, but found himself wrapped up like a rice dumpling, and lay back down again, "What's the matter?"

Xing Ce handed him what he was looking at, "Look, look."

"Don't look, my eyes hurt." Jiang Song closed his eyes lazily.

Xing Ce sighed, "You drank yesterday, how much did you drink, and you have slept until now."

Jiang Song turned over and threw himself into the sofa, "I didn't drink much, I just didn't bother to open my eyes."

"No, don't you want to read it?" The Buddha's light around Xing Ce's body faded, "Then I'll read it for you, read it."

Jiang Song struggled for the blanket on his body, politely expressed a little interest, "You read."

Xing Ce stammered, "Recently, recently, Wu's company has donated to many poverty-stricken and impoverished mountainous areas in the country... It's so damn wasteful and laborious!"

He stared at Jiang Song: "You, you let Gu Changxi live at home, why not pay back, and still mess with him outside? Wu, that bastard Wu Qingshan was beaten by Gu Changxi at his charity party, and slapped him in the face , Guess who he wants to keep the account on?"

"My God, Xing Ce," Jiang Song laughed, "I'm too afraid that Wu Qingshan will write down my pen, and it will be on top of the previous [-] pens. How conspicuous is that?"

"You are poor! Even if you don't care about Wu Qingshan, everyone now firmly recognizes that you and Gu Changxi are in the same boat, and the beam is getting bigger!" Xing Ce hated that iron can't be made into steel.

"So what?" Jiang Song didn't care at all.

"No, I can't do anything else, at most, I will walk around you." Xing Ce was unhappy, "I just feel that the surname Gu doesn't like you at first, and he doesn't when he comes back. I don't know what to say. How much you suffer."

"Xing Ce, it's the Wu family who have conflicts with me. Changxi has never done anything to hurt me." Jiang Song opened his eyes, and his tone was a little more severe.

Xing Ce sighed, "Anyway, you just trust him anyway... protect him, and I don't either. I don't understand why."

Jiang Song's tone slowed down, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

"I didn't, don't worry about it," Xing Ce said with a firm mouth, and opened the thermos on the table, "Yesterday, the focus of the entire TV was on your severed hand.

My family is old, the old lady quit immediately, and went to the market early this morning to buy you a big bone and stewed it all morning. "

Jiang Song stretched his head to the jar and smelled it, "It's so fragrant, it's still my aunt's craftsmanship."

Xing Ce's mother is the younger sister of Jiang Song's mother.

"When I recover from my injury, can I go and see her?" Jiang Song tilted his head and asked Xing Ce.

"She will, definitely won't give in, stubborn." Xing Ce shook his head.

Jiang Song was a little sad.

Jiang Song's mother passed away early, and his aunt somewhat complained about the Jiang family and hadn't seen each other for many years.

But at the critical point of the Jiang family's accident, she told Xing Ce to stay and helped Jiang Song overcome many hurdles.

"The old lady is just a knife bean and a tofu heart." Xing Ce served him a bowl of soup, "If something happens to you, she will tear me apart."

Jiang Song took the soup and drank it in one gulp without saying a word, "I want more."

Xing Ce touched his forehead, then touched himself, muttering, "You took a nap at noon, and when you fell asleep, you had a low-grade fever, but it seems to be better now, better."

"Maybe, it's easy to burn at night after drinking, which is normal." Jiang Song held the edge of the bowl with his white and slender fingers, and drank it clean again.

Xing Ce opened his mouth to say something to him, but he probably thought it was useless to say it, so he closed it again.

Jiang Song finished a can of soup, returned the empty bowl and can to Xing Ce, clutched his stomach and leaned on the sofa, "We're full, let's get down to business."

"The Ministry of Manpower recently hired a new financial manager. He has a forensic accounting background and has tried it out for more than three months. It feels pretty good." Xing Ce put a resume in front of him.

Jiang Song took a rough look, the photo shows a very handsome young man, from undergraduate to graduate, all top universities.

"He Yilan." Jiang Song read out the name, tapped his finger on the white paper, "Inlaid yellow flag."

Xing Ce sighed slightly, "Look too, you can tell, the surname is He, I checked and it's still inlaid with yellow flags, yes, it's a bit too coincidental."

Jiang Song remembered a few years ago.

He was still lying on the hospital bed, unable to move his hands and feet, his whole body was patched like a torn doll, and he had to be helped by others to eat, drink and lax.

Suddenly there were bursts of sharp crying outside the ward.

Lying in the intensive care unit every day, this kind of scene of parting from life and death is too common.

Every day, people were sent in bloody and left covered with white cloth.

At that time, Jiang Song was already a little numb, and sometimes he even thought that if he went out covered with a white cloth, Xing Ce would not be stuttering from crying, and he couldn't stand up and laugh at him.

The nurse was inserting the catheter for him, and Jiang Song was sweating from the pain.

He didn't feel shame or anything, just pure pain.

It hurts to break a bone, and it hurts to insert a urinary catheter. He can't tell where the pain comes from.

At first, he passed out several times due to the pain, and Xing Ce begged the doctor for more anesthesia like crazy.

Like a film of water, Jiang Song heard the doctor say: "He has this physique! Plus he also hurts, Du Leng/Ding is just kidding? You can add it if you want!"

Later, he got used to the pain and couldn't pass out, so he could only stay awake and suffer.

For example, now, while he is in pain, he is listening to the outside shouting: "...Give it back to me! Give me back my parents! Huh..."

The voice sounded hoarse and immature, obviously a young boy.

Jiang Song turned his head to look at the nurse, and the bitter taste of medicine filled his mouth as he spoke, "What's wrong outside?"

"Are you making trouble at the doctor? That's how critical wards are. I'm used to it." The nurse put away the catheter and bag.

Still shouting outside, mixed with the voice of security guards, "Where is the hospital! You are allowed to mess around here!"

"Murderer! You can't cover up the murderer!" The boy's voice was completely broken, and every word was crying blood.

The nurse was a little annoyed, "Some people were out of breath when they were sent to the hospital, and they would blame the hospital if they swallowed on the way."

At this time, Xing Ce came in from the outside with a sullen face, holding a lunch box and a tablet in his hand.

Jiang Song was sweating from the pain, and he didn't have the mind to eat at all, staring at the tablet in his hand.

"Look, what are you looking at, that little boy is good for everything." Xing Ce said, but knew in his heart that he was anxious, and propped the tablet in front of him.

In the picture is 16-year-old Gu Changxi.

In class, eating, and discussing issues with the professor.

None of them are smiling, but they also have a clean and lively look unique to young people.

Xing Ce flipped through the photo album and added: "Success over there, the report card has also been sent over, all of them are full of G."

Jiang Song couldn't hide his pride, "Fortunately, he didn't hand in blank papers every day as he said before, and was returned by the school."

Xing Ce stared at the boy on the tablet, his eyes were so sore that he didn't even dare to look at Jiang Song.

There is almost no place under the neck that is not covered with bandages, and the arms and legs are fixed by splints, so the fingers can move slightly.

That face is smiling.

"Just take a look, eat, eat." Xing Ce rubbed his eyes and lifted the lid of the lunch box.

"You were on the road just now, did you see anyone?" Jiang Song couldn't move his neck, he just looked at people with his eyes.

When Xing Ce turned to one side, he couldn't see his expression.

"No." Xing Ce denied it categorically, but he couldn't help but pause.

"If I ask myself, I will definitely be able to find out. It's just that I'd rather listen to you than someone else's embellishment." Jiang Song said calmly.

"You, you are in critical condition for medical parole, don't worry, worry about it." Xing Ce turned his back and poured water for him, "Now there are many things that are still undecided, maybe wait, wait until you recover, it will be different .”

"Since this is the case, just tell me." Jiang Song didn't look too worried, very gentle.

Xing Ce gritted his teeth, "That, that couple that night is gone."

Jiang Song blinked and clenched his teeth.

The physical sign monitor issued a "didi" alarm sound, and the blood pressure number quickly changed from green to red.

Xing Ce was so frightened that he immediately rang the bell, "Why, what's the matter?"

"Gone?" Jiang Song murmured to him, "Because of me?"

Xing Ce stumbled and explained to him, "You, you didn't drink for real that day! No, I can't blame you!"

Jiang Song also knew that he didn't drink.

He confirmed that he had changed the direction and should not have hit the pickup truck in front.

He has repeatedly stated the truth since waking up.

But at the time of the incident, his blood alcohol concentration exceeded the drink-driving limit by nearly five times.

No one believed him at all.

Probably because the faith of a seriously ill person is rare, he asked Xing Ce confusedly: "Am I really not drinking? Then why did I bump into others?"

"You didn't." Xing Ce looked anxiously at the door of the ward, "You stayed with me all night, chatting with Gu Changxi in the office, and never had a drink."

Jiang Song relaxed his consciousness, and the pain in his body intensified.

The severe pain made life worse than death, he told Xing Ce vaguely and in a low voice, "Don't let Changxi know..."

"He doesn't know, he doesn't know anything!" Xing Ce assured him, "It's all according to what you said. He and Jiang, the Jiang family is considered clean."

not worried.

Jiang Song couldn't remember the following things clearly.

It was probably just the doctor's call, the sound of the stretcher rolling and the endless pain.

When the dust settled that year, Jiang Song compensated a total of 460 million for casualties in the accident, and his driver's license was permanently revoked.

Xing Ce looked at him in a daze, and sighed, "He's not too common, he's a common surname, and he's full-grown, and his age is right, too."

"Well." Jiang Song looked at the long list of education and achievements on the resume thoughtfully, "Let's stay."

Xing Ce didn't expect him to make a decision so quickly, and he was a little worried, "You, are you soft-hearted towards young people? Back then, when funds were so tight, you even paid double the compensation to his family. You, you are also the victim, and you don't owe him any more."

"Besides, what if he came to call our company, what's his intention... If it's all accidental, I don't believe it anyway." Xing Ce looked at Jiang Song disapprovingly.

"Losing money doesn't solve all problems. And if he really harbors evil intentions, I will definitely put him where I can see him." Jiang Song looked at the young face in the photo, his expression still relaxed.

Xing Ce knew him too well, so he didn't point out his extra thoughts, he just murmured unconvinced: "Be a Dong for a lifetime, Mr. Dong Guo, just do it!"

After Jiang Song had eaten and drank enough to get down to business, seeing that Xing Ce was not about to leave, he hinted to him: "Changxi may be back soon."

"He, what happened when he came back?" Xing Ce's tone was strong, with a bitter expression, "My mother asked me to watch here for two days."

"Stare? Stare at what?" Jiang Song already wanted to laugh.

"Looking at you! The old lady is messing with her. I don't know how many gossips you have heard from Ma You, and I have determined that your hand is a surname, and the surname is Gu." Xing Ce had a headache, "My wife is also standing, standing Over there, she must let me come and accompany her."

"Isn't that good, don't you also think that my hand was hit by Changxi?" Jiang Song raised his plaster cast.

He doesn't mind Xing Ce coming to live for a few days, "There are a lot of empty bedrooms in my house, live here as you like."

As soon as the words fell, there was a heavy knock on the door.

Gu Changxi is back.