Abyss of Rebirth

As the weather turned colder, Mr. An's health began to deteriorate.In January, there were several heavy snowfalls in succession, and the aftereffects from the previous two strokes surged up together, and within a few days it was so serious that he couldn't even get out of bed.

At the end of the exam, An Zhe and An Rui went to the hospital to see the old man.The old man was dozing off, accompanied by Mrs. An. She was wearing a pair of reading glasses and reading slowly with a book of poetry.

Seeing the two people coming in, the old lady gently put the collection of poems aside, and then waved to them.

An Rui and An Zhe walked over, put the umbrella in their hands aside, looked sideways at the old man, and asked in a low voice, "How is grandpa doing now?"

"I just had a meal, and now I'm asleep." Mrs. An reached out to help An Rui beat the snowflakes that fell on her shoulders, "How about you, have you finished the last exam?"

"I came here directly after the exam." An Zhe replied to the old lady.

Old Madam An nodded, then sighed, took An Rui's hand and said, "I'm going to go through the discharge procedures for your grandfather in the afternoon."

"Why are you in such a hurry?" An Rui held Old Madam An's hand with the other hand, "Shouldn't you stay in the hospital for a few more days of observation?"

Mrs. An shook her head: "There is no cure for this disease in the hospital. It can only be raised... Go home. The conditions are better..." She said, smiling slightly, "The old man told me just now. Come on, he's already afraid of the smell of disinfectant in the hospital. This may be the last day, and I don't want to bother him anymore."

An Rui's eyelashes trembled slightly, but then, he felt a pair of hands gently pressing on his shoulders. He turned his head and saw An Zhe's black coat.

"It's good to move back. After all, patients and their family members come and go in the hospital. If you stay here every day, you will have to hold back your illness even if you are not sick. Why don't you take a good rest at home now and be with your family, When you are in a happy mood, your illness will heal naturally." An Zhe looked at Granny An, "Don't worry too much."

Granny An looked at An Zhe with a smile, then gently shook An Rui's hand: "I think so too."

In the afternoon, An Haicheng rushed over with Zhou Yuting, quickly found someone to complete the discharge procedures, and carefully escorted the old man out of the hospital.When he was discharged from the hospital, the old man was conscious and recognized people, but he couldn't speak, his mouth was crooked and drooling uncomfortably.Mrs. An was standing next to the old man's wheelchair, holding a handkerchief in her hand, helping him wipe his saliva carefully, with a demure and gentle expression on her face without the slightest bit of impatience.

An Rui looked at Mr. An and Mrs. An from a distance, with a calm expression on his face.

"Can you imagine, the old lady has been a young lady since she was a child, she is not careful in her work, and has a problem with cleanliness," An Rui said softly, "I heard that because of the cumbersome procedures of taking care of babies, children often cannot take care of themselves. Dirty, so after she gave birth to my dad, she didn't like to get close to him, until my dad was able to take care of himself, all his affairs were taken care of by the servants."

An Zhe also looked over.The winter wind was bitingly cold, Mrs. An was afraid that the old man would get cold, so she carefully tucked the small quilt on the wheelchair tightly before leaving the hospital, and then half bent down, as if talking to the old man again, look It looks intimate and warm.

"Are you envious?" An Zhe asked with a slight smile, looking down at An Rui's profile.

"Perhaps." An Rui did not deny it, and glanced up at him, then turned his head slightly to signal, "Let's go, get in the car."

An Zhe bent his lips and followed An Rui's steps.

"You don't seem to be so afraid of driving now?"

"Strange?" An Rui opened the rear door, looked at An Zhe outside the car and narrowed his eyes slightly, "One should always look forward."

When the car drove to the old house, Mr. An fell asleep again in the wheelchair.The two nurses carefully helped carry the old man to the bed in the room on the first floor that was specially packed for the old man, and then left.

After dinner in the evening, An Haicheng drove Zhou Yuting away from the old house.Zhou Yuting didn't seem to want to leave, but in the face of An Haicheng's strong order, she still didn't dare to say a word, so she could only smile and leave behind An Haicheng.

An Rui and An Zhe stayed, still living in their original room upstairs.

In the middle of the night, everyone had already rested, but a closed door on the third floor was suddenly gently pushed open.An Zhe, who was sitting on the bed, raised his head almost immediately, looked at the young man walking into the house with the light blue night light, slightly curved his lips and smiled: "Night attack?"

"Are you looking forward to it?" An Rui walked slowly to An Zhe and stood still, asking.

"I've been looking forward to it for a long time." An Zhe smiled, with a faint blue light reflecting in his black eyes, like a beast crouching in the dark, ready to go.

"Although I don't mind being with men very much, but what you look like now," An Rui glanced at An Zhe's tall and strong body, lowered his eyelashes, and said calmly, "...Sorry, I don't have such good teeth yet."

"I'll be sad when you say that." Anzhe complained, seemingly genuinely, then reached out and patted the empty seat beside the bed, motioning for An Rui to sit over, "Got it?"

An Rui nodded, then ignored An Zhe's movements, and only took out a piece of paper from his arms: "This is a copy."

An Zhe reached out to take the paper, glanced at it roughly, and then stopped at the name of the hospital: "First Hospital? Didn't you say that Zhou Yuting once worked as a nurse in this hospital for a while?"

"Yes." An Rui replied, "So I plan to start investigating from this direction."

"However, do you have a suitable candidate for the investigation of this matter? After all, this has happened so many years ago, and it will be more troublesome to investigate now." An Zhe folded the paper in his hand, Tore it up carefully, and then opened the window to let the night breeze blow away the scraps of paper in his hands, "Or, can you find the private detective you hired before?"

"You know?" An Rui's eyes sharpened.

"I don't know, but I can feel it." An Zhe turned around and leaned against the wall to look at An Rui, and smiled slightly, "Don't be too nervous. And, think about it differently, if I were in your position , I'm sure I'll do the same."

An Rui's expression relaxed a little, and he sat on the edge of the bed, looking at him with either joy or anger: "You do understand me."

"Are you afraid?" An Zhe asked softly.

"Scared." An Rui nodded, "So you'd better go die, I can feel more at ease after you die."

"But you will be lonely by yourself." Anzhe walked over slowly, "And in this world, it will be much more comfortable to have someone with the same background as you to help you share some secrets, isn't it?"

An Rui glanced at An Zhe with a half-smile, and didn't nod, but he didn't deny it either.

"I will find a way to find someone, and you don't have to interfere with this matter," An Rui stood up, "It's late, go to sleep."

"Good night." An Zhe sat on the other side of the bed, watched An Rui leave, then lowered his eyes, smiled softly and said, "Good dream."