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There was dead silence outside the emergency room.

No one knew what was going on in the emergency room, let alone whether there was any need to wait any longer.

The scene of the accident was horrifyingly tragic. Under the terrifying impact, the exploding racing car was forcibly split in two, and the people in the cockpit were trapped in the raging fire and could not move.

Anyone who saw the scene couldn't help thinking sadly that the survival rate was almost zero.

The pale-faced Shen Qiuze has never been so clearly aware of it as he is now.

People lying in the emergency room will die.

Wu Chu will sleep thoroughly on that bloody hospital bed, and will never wake up again.

Maybe the sports news will continue to report for a while, regretting the driver's tragic sacrifice, or maybe the fans present will mourn with white flowers in their hands.But death is often like a handful of sand, which only has a sense of existence when it falls.

As long as a gust of wind passes, it disappears without a trace.

No one will remember Wu Chu anymore, and no one will miss him anymore, and he will sleep forever on his beloved track.

But the person lying in the emergency room was still in the snowy evening yesterday, with his overcoat draped over his shoulders, his brows and eyes were quiet, and he said in a hoarse voice to him tiredly: "Shen Qiuze."

"I have no home."

And what about him at that time?

Shen Qiuze vaguely thought that at that time, he only said hoarsely to Wu Chu to give him some more time.

Give him a little more time.

At that time, he thought that given him a little more time, he would soon be able to slowly dig out the rotten flesh about Shen Yu in his heart, and reappear beside Wu Chu as a real Shen Qiuze.

It was like being in an impenetrable, dark and suffocating swamp, finally exhausted and determined to climb up by dragging the spider thread that belonged to him.

The temptations and defenses of the self-protection mechanism for those long years finally relaxed in front of Wu Chu. After the relaxation, the long-term concealed and unspeakable love engraved in the flesh and blood tightly wrapped him around him, and the eruption almost made the spine All trembling with ease.

He will slowly try how to love someone again, and he will slowly put down another person in his desolate and desolate heart, and that person will slowly erase the remaining existence in his heart and become his blood and bones , will become an indispensable part of his life.

But after all, the world is cruel. When he finally figured it out and finally gritted his teeth and decided to take that step, Wu Chu was already lying in the emergency room covered in blood, his life and death unknown.

Shen Qiuze almost gritted his teeth, his fingers twitched, and he took a breath from his chest, but it was broken in his throat, trembling, thinking, he doesn't want it anymore.

He wants nothing.

Whether Shen Yu or Zhang Huaiyuan.

He wants nothing.

He only wants Wu Chu.

As long as Wu Chu.

At this moment, those unshakable memories about Shen Yu seemed to be replaced by another sudden outbreak of emotion that was more profound and frightening. A piece of carrion.

When the racing car exploded in front of Shen Qiuze's eyes, his heart seemed to stop suddenly, he almost thought it was a dream.

And those pains that have been indulging in the loss for a long time seem to suddenly turn into nothingness, like a piece of broken white paper, pale and powerless, not worth the despair at this moment.

The bloody facts seemed to be forcing him, who was drowning in the darkness of the swamp, to face the facts. The thought of Wu Chu's death, the great fear and despair, made Shen Qiuze tremble all over at this moment.

Some people have said that the living can never be compared to the dead, and the dead can never be surpassed. No matter how good the living is, the dead will always remain in the deepest corner of the heart, like this Maggots attached to bones generally torment two people.

But what about the living dying?

That person was lying in the emergency room covered in blood, completely unconscious, and the shadow of death enveloped him anytime and anywhere.

Wu Chu was about to die.

Shen Qiuze pressed his fingers firmly on the armrest of the bench, almost convulsed, his lips were trembling, and his whole body seemed to be trembling too, every beat of his heart seemed to be tearing his internal organs, his throat seemed to have a lump The red-hot soldering iron couldn't even choke up sobs, but there was a sharp breath in his chest, as if he was choking his throat.

And all of this was caused by him.

He personally forced Wu Chu into a corner, and even sank into the abyss of death.

He has calculated so many people in his life, and the most ridiculous thing is that he finally pushed his lover into the abyss of death.

Shen Qiuze raised his eyes numbly, he looked at Chu E curled up on the bench, his lips were stained with blood, his face was horribly pale, his pale green eyes were like inorganic dead glass beads, his weak body was almost unable to hold on , but stared at the door of the emergency room with frightening madness as if he was hanging on his breath.

It even gave people an illusion, as if the person in the emergency room closed his eyes, he would follow them with his eyes closed.

Yin Jin's coat on the bench was stained with blood. He seemed to be sitting quietly on the bench. His lips were pale and his eyes were calm. He looked down at the blood stains on the coat. Red, like a sharp knife, churned into the brain abruptly, stabbing every nerve painfully.

Not long after, Yin Jin's old friend arrived in a hurry. He looked at the dead silence in front of the emergency room. Several tall and straight men stood guarding in front of the emergency room with pale faces, while Yin Jin just sat quietly on the bench. He panicked, moved his mouth but seemed to lose his voice, and was too difficult to speak a word.

More than ten years of friendship let him know that Yin Jin's state is very wrong at this time. His old friend was so panicked that there was a little sweat on his forehead. He licked his dry lips and said in a trembling voice to the quiet man on the bench. : "Ajin, calm down..."

He couldn't imagine Yin Jin, who had never liked anyone before, at the track scene, seeing with his own eyes the boy he liked trapped in the exploding racing car, what kind of broken mood it was.

For so many years, Yin Jin has been wearing a restrained and indifferent skin, but only a few of them who grew up together know how terrifying Yin Jin can be when he goes crazy, and they don't want to see him again in this life.

Yin Jin didn't speak. He sat on the bench with his eyes downcast and calm. He thought, what if Wu Chu died?

But just this thought was enough to make Yin Jin's eyes bloodshot more and more. He raised his eyes and said slowly and hoarsely to his old friend: "He is still so young."

The old friend looked at Yin Jin in front of him, his eyes turned red, and said hoarsely: "What did he do wrong?"

"Stay inside?"

Wu Chu did nothing wrong, but was always forced by the unscrupulous malice around him, until he was cornered.

He has never been sorry to anyone.

He should have been the most energetic young man, not a sinner burdened with prejudice and notoriety. He should have been taught how to grow, be loved, and be treated with tenderness.

He shouldn't beg for that love that is wrapped in conspiracy and calculation, and he shouldn't lie unconscious in the emergency room covered in blood and bruises, life and death unknown.

Yin Jin carefully chased him from country Hua to country A, a boy who didn't even dare to say a word of his liking, why did he have to face this?

The old friend's lips moved. Looking at Yin Jin's appearance, he could only comfort him, "It will be fine..."

He is not Yin Jin. He did not watch his favorite racing car explode, and was trapped in the car by the raging fire. The shocking feeling he felt watching the video was not one-thousandth of Yin Jin's, so he knew his comfort How pale and weak.

Because everyone knows that anyone is helpless in the face of death. It is like the passing time, which can only be watched but cannot be retrieved.The despair and powerlessness it brings are more painful than anything in the world.

In the emergency room, the boy lying on the hospital bed with his face covered in blood and his eyes closed seemed to be in a deep sleep. He looked very quiet, and his heartbeat became weaker and weaker.

In his vague and drowsy consciousness, Wu Chu saw a large expanse of warm sun swaying on the sparkling lake in front of him, it was as comfortable as pulling people into warm arms, and his consciousness seemed to be floating in mid-air, warm and comfortable very.

The large warm sun seems to be bewitching the people who are moving forward to stop and fall asleep, like every summer night with fireflies floating in their childhood.

Behind him was the boundless darkness, and in front of him was a large patch of bright and warm sun. He stood on the sparkling lake, with the fragrance of sweet potato flowers on the tip of his nose, and the soft sunshine diffused over his face.

Wu Chu sat down. Facing the air where the gentle woman appeared just now, he seemed to be aggrieved and muttered a few words that he had always wanted to say. He didn't stand until he had said everything in his stomach. Get up and say to the air, "Mom, I'm leaving."

There was no movement in the air, but Wu Chu raised his head and touched his forehead hair, which was the place where the woman gently caressed just now. He was silent for a while, then patted his dirt-stained pants, and then Without looking back, he walked towards the boundless darkness in front of him.

The boundless darkness in front of him was like a beast devouring people, but Wu Chu walked in without looking back, and forcibly tore a hole to let the light shine through.

He has always been like this, in the mud, but he will never be dragged down by the mud.

Don't rot in the past.

This is what Wu Chu has been telling himself for more than ten years.

He knows that his luck has not been very good. What others can get easily, he will have to pay thousands of times or more to get it, and even some things he is not entitled to from the beginning.

But what does it matter?He will still love others without reservation, will still pursue what he wants to pursue fiercely and recklessly, and his tomorrow will still be boiling and enthusiastic.If you are hit hard, sit on the ground and rest for a while, then get up and pat the dirt on your butt.

Even if the mud this time forced him to nowhere and suffocated him, he still had to come out.

Once it's over, it's a new beginning.

So he got out.

I have to work hard to get out.

He won't rot in the past and just sleep on it.

The data on the vital signs monitor in the emergency room began to pick up slowly and improved, and rose at an astonishingly steady rate. The blood-soaked medical staff became excited, and the exhausted mentality after several hours of high-intensity rescue seemed to have been suppressed. A shot of a shot in the arm.

Time passed little by little, and when the first ray of dawn fell, Wu Chu was transferred to the intensive care unit after [-] hours of rescue.

Everyone outside the emergency room suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and Chu E, who was staring straight at the emergency room with a terrifyingly pale face, as if he was holding on to his last breath, finally couldn't hold on and passed out.

Yin Jin leaned on the bench, his fingertips that had been trembling for a day stopped, he bent over, and took a deep breath, the bloodshot eyes in his eyes were so terrifying.

Wu Han got up in a bit of a stagger, covered his eyes with the back of his hands, his chest heaved violently, warmth oozes from his fingers, and his throat choked.

Shen Qiuze's face was pale, and his whole body was like a puddle of mud under the slack. With red eyes, he half-knelt beside the bench and looked up at the door of the emergency room.

rescued.

Almost everyone was rescued from a state of suffocation, and they just wanted to kneel in front of the gods and Buddhas to fulfill their vows.

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After Wu Chu was transferred to the intensive care unit, only one visitor and half an hour of visiting time were allowed every day.

In the Yin family's private hospital, Yin Jin naturally holds the right of visitation. No matter how persecuted by outsiders, he has no intention of shrinking back.

If Wu Han came, he would ask someone to print a thick stack of newspapers that had previously published the severance relationship. He looked indifferently as his bodyguard scattered those newspapers in front of Wu Han. Notice.

If Shen Qiuze had come, Yin Jin would not have had the slightest chance for anyone to step into the hospital.

Yin Jin moved almost the entire studio to the Yin family's private hospital. If anything happened to Wu Chu, he would be the first to be notified.

And Wu Chu has been in a deep sleep since he was transferred to the intensive care unit, and has never been awake.

Until the third day, Yin Jin went to visit as usual wearing a sterile suit. Wu Chu in the intensive care unit was lying on the hospital bed. It was rare for him to have such a quiet appearance. It is a kind of instrument, lying on the hospital bed is very thin, and there is no reckless appearance at all.

Yin Jin just sat beside Wu Chu, talking to him in a low and hoarse voice, just like every day before.

When there were only 15 minutes left in the visiting time, the boy lying quietly on the hospital bed moved his eyelashes and opened his eyes extremely slowly.

Yin Jin lost his composure in front of Wu Chu for the first time. The always indifferent man looked at the boy on the hospital bed with red eyes, his lips trembling, but he couldn't say a word.

The monitoring medical staff hurried in to monitor the patient's condition, and after finding everything was fine, they retreated tactfully, saving the last 10 minutes of the visit for Yin Jin.

Wu Chu wore a collar around his neck, and his body was covered with instruments. Only his eyeballs and a few fingers could move all over his body on the hospital bed. He looked at Yin Jin, and said in a hoarse voice like sandpaper: "Broken, Is it broken?"

Yin Jin's eyes were full of bloodshot eyes, he leaned against Wu Chu's lips in a sterile suit, and said hoarsely, "What's wrong?"

Wu Chu's throat moved, and his voice was hoarse: "Hands and feet..."

Yin Jin said hoarsely, "It's not broken, it's fine."

"The doctor said that I can run and jump after the treatment, which is very good."

Wu Chu, who was covered with instruments all over his body, seemed to let out a sigh of relief, and said hoarsely: "Scared, scared me to death..."

In the next second, Wu Chu, who was lying on the hospital bed and could only move his eyes and a few fingers, saw the man in the sterile suit with red eyes and tilted his head slightly, as if he wanted to hold his hand, but he didn't care about it. with a tangled instrument.

He looked at Yin Jin. The man looked a little haggard, which was extremely rare in Yin Jin, who was always elegant and had a cleanliness obsession.

Wu Chu knew that the place where his accident happened happened to be where Yin Jin watched it. He didn't know whether Yin Jin had seen the horrific process of the accident, but he subconsciously hoped that Yin Jin hadn't seen the whole process in the end.

The man in the sterile suit clenched his jaw, his eyes were red, and he tilted his head slightly, as if he didn't want Wu Chu on the hospital bed to see him lose his composure.

He could have gone out, but he couldn't bear to spend the last few minutes visiting Wu Chu, so he could only forcefully suppress his emotions, and adjusted his emotions slightly with a bit of embarrassment.

Wu Chu was quiet for a moment, and moved with difficulty with the only movable finger in his body except the eyeballs, rubbing against the man's sterile clothes, blinking his eyeballs vigorously, and said to Yin Jin in a short and short effort: " Cry, cry for what?"

"I said, I'm awesome, awesome."

"Yan Wangye took it, couldn't take it away."