Promised period

Someone pushed a small cart past the ward, and the wheels rolled across the concrete floor of the corridor. Song Ke recognized in this tooth-piercing movement that Chen Jue in front of her was no longer the person she used to be.

"Whether that thing is related to my sister or not, I warn you, Song Ke, you'd better tell the truth."

Chen Jue stared at him fiercely, interrogating him like a prisoner.

Song Ke tightened her grip on the bed sheet, and finally her voice stopped trembling: "Mr. Chen really regards himself as a good brother who cares about his sister? A person who refuses to go home even has the right to care about Chen Nian's affairs."

Chen Jue obviously did not expect this reaction.The corners of his mouth sank slightly, and his brows were tightly clenched together: "At least I am more qualified than you."

"Of course. Chen is always her own brother. He can care about her when he wants to, and he can forget about her anytime he doesn't want to."

"You think you know a lot and can fight for her?"

"I'm an outsider... I don't know anything, and I don't want to ask anything." Despite the unbearable pain in her body, Song Ke was still able to keep the needle in her words, looking directly at him without shy away, "But even if I am an outsider What we have done with her or what we have photographed is our privacy. And I want to remind Mr. Chen that it is okay to care about your sister, and don't think that everyone is as dirty as you."

"you--!"

This sentence completely angered Chen Jue.He grabbed Song Ke's shoulder with such force that it seemed to crush the bones, "Have you said enough?"

Song Ke snorted unpreparedly, and then pushed the person violently, but she couldn't push him away without enough strength. Instead, her face turned paler from the pain, and a fishy and sweet breath surged in her throat.

"Cough, cough, cough—" In a rage, he tilted his head and began to cough, the movement was so loud that even the bed trembled.

The hand on the shoulder suddenly loosened.

The nurse outside heard something was wrong, and after knocking on the door twice, she cautiously poked her head in: "Mr. Chen, sick—" suddenly stopped, and shouted, "Mr. Chen, what's wrong, do you have a headache? Mr. Chen, do you want to call the doctor?" Come and have a look?"

Chen Jue supported the table and clenched his forehead, the veins on both temples burst out, and his breathing became extremely heavy.

"Mr. Chen..." As soon as the nurse opened her mouth, he waved her hand: "Get out."

"But Chen—"

"go out!"

The nurse was so frightened that she immediately closed the door.

Song Ke sat there in silence for a while, but in the end she didn't ask him what was wrong, but just watched him sit on the sofa with an ugly face.

"Mr. Chen, don't be excited, the things on the phone have nothing to do with Chen Nian."

Chen Jue had already taken out the lighter, and slowly put it down after hearing this, rubbing away the unlit cigarette in his hand.With such difficult movements and frowning so tightly, it seemed that he was the one who was injured by the knife, not Song Ke.

Song Ke suppressed her heart palpitations, and said to him in the most ordinary tone: "Smoking and alcohol hurt your health, Mr. Chen should not touch it when he is recovering from a serious illness."

Six months ago, Chen Jue was unconscious and lay on the hospital bed for eight or nine days.Song Ke will never forget the fear at that time, guarding the Chen Jue who called "Don't and can't move", and dare not relax for a second, lest he will leave her in the blink of an eye.

Chen Jue looked at the cigarette in his hand, laughed at himself, then got up and pushed open the window of the ward.Turning around again, his face has returned to normal, and his eyes fell on the shoulder that he had grabbed just now: "I lost control just now, and I didn't really want to do anything to you."

Song Ke looked away and refused to answer.

He took his coat and left, walked to the door and turned around to look: "I will find a way to deal with the mobile phone, and I will contact you when I have news."

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The next day, Cheng Yi'an came to the hospital in a hurry.

"Song Ke, Song Ke, you want to scare me to death! What did the doctor say? Is the injury serious?"

While arranging the flowers on the table, Chen Nian greeted him with a smile on his face, "He's fine, but Brother Yi'an, you don't even buy a bouquet of flowers when you come to see a doctor."

Song Ke sat on the head of the bed, slowly drinking the porridge.

Hearing the words "it's okay", Cheng Yi'an's heart finally fell slightly: "Still buying flowers? I want to buy a hammer to knock his head open to see if the inside is covered with codes. Why can't even I don’t even know I’m afraid.”

"Where are you not afraid? When I came, he was still holding me and crying."

"Really?" Turning his head suspiciously, Cheng Yi'an looked him up and down, "Is he crying in his arms? Isn't he steel-hearted and stubborn?"

Song Ke gave him a lukewarm look: "If you even believe this, it's not me who is confused by the code."

"What Xiao Nian said is so true, who knows if it is true or not..."

Chen Nian chuckled, suddenly remembered something, turned his head and smiled and said, "Are you having trouble with my brother? I ran into him when I went home this morning, and his face was very ugly."

Song Ke stopped holding the bowl and did not respond immediately.

"I haven't seen him like this for a long time. You are right, you should punish him. He is so shameless now that he even asked me if I have ever photographed such shameful things with you, and warned me Be clean and self-respecting, and don't trust your sweet words too easily."

He was still in doubt.

Song Ke was in a trance for a moment, and her eyes quietly fell on the porridge: "How did you return?"

"What else can I do? Of course, scold him severely." She cleared her throat, and performed vividly, "I say save yourself, you, a playboy, have not set an example and have the position to educate me? Don't It made me laugh out loud, even if I go to Las Vegas to do a striptease, it's none of your business. My brother turned green with anger on the spot, saying I don't look like a girl, so what if I say I don't? At least it's better than You are strong, not as dirty and filthy as you are! Your head is full of pornographic thoughts!"

Thinking of the scene where her brother was embarrassed at that time, she couldn't stop laughing, but Cheng Yi'an was sweating when she heard it, and turned her head to find that Song Ke's expression seemed faintly worried.

"what happened?"

Song Ke shook her head and said it was nothing, but she wanted to prevent him from misunderstood.

Enough of laughing, Chen Nian went over and put the inserted lilies on the bedside.Sitting down, he gently shook Song Ke's arm, his eyes full of expectation: "Quickly tell the truth."

"Explain what?"

"Why on earth are you arguing?"

"It's really nothing."

She pursed her lips and smiled: "I don't need to tell you, I know, you must be jealous of Zhong Wenting."

Hearing this name, Song Ke turned her head slightly, "Don't make such a joke."

Cheng Yi'an looked bewildered: "Who is that?"

With light white fingers pinching a dead leaf, Chen Nian showed disgust on his face: "Who else is it, the people around my brother."

Cheng Yi'an had an epiphany, and snorted softly: "Then he must not be a good person. Those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black."

Immediately made her anxious: "I don't think you are a good person. You and my brother were good buddies before, so did you teach him to be bad?"

Cheng Yi'an was left speechless by her refutation, and adjusted his glasses in embarrassment: "You can say what you say, but others can't. Only women and villains are hard to raise."

Chen Nian glared at him, turned his body at an angle, and only spoke to Song Ke: "That Zhong Wenting is very difficult to deal with. I saw him at a charity fundraising meeting a year ago. At that time, he was following a 50-year-old What about the rich businesswoman?"

Song Ke's eyes narrowed slightly, and Cheng Yi'an took a breath: "This person, does this person have a bottom line?"

"In order to climb up, there is no bottom line or bottom line."

Song Ke whispered: "Does Chen Jue know?"

"Of course I know. I told him the first time, but he didn't care." Chen Nian raised his eyes, very at a loss, "He said it doesn't matter what the purpose is, as long as he can be with him. Sometimes I really don't understand, brother What the hell is he thinking?"

Now Chen Jue's mind is as deep as the sea.Song Ke looked away and did not speak for a long time.

"Okay, okay, don't think about it if you can't figure it out." Cheng Yi'an came out and interrupted, "Don't put on a bitter face Song Ke, the administration reminded me today that your birthday is coming up, what are your plans then? Other than the holidays, you are required Just mention it."

This question surprised him a little.

I almost forgot that my birthday will be in half a month.

His mother left early, and he was brought up by his father.Parents are always careless, not to mention that their families are in a difficult situation, and it is not easy to make ends meet.Since he was a child, he could only envy those classmates secretly. On his birthday, he would receive a brand new comic book, he would have a big meal with his friends at a fast food restaurant, and he would have a cake big enough to share with many people.He had nothing, so he had to go to the bookstore to read free books.

Later, his father also left, and no one remembered his birthday until he met Chen Jue.Chen Jue will celebrate him every year, and the surprises are different every year. On his 30th birthday, he even took him home, officially introduced his stepmother and younger sister to him, and insisted on declaring that he will be a family from now on.It's a pity that he lived to be 31 years old, and he became a person again.

Song Ke lost his concentration and looked down at the bowl of porridge in his hand.The dense, thick white porridge can be boiled for an hour or two. If the past experience is boiled slowly, it will probably become thicker and thicker in the same way. Old, good or bad.

The two weeks in the hospital passed unusually slowly.

Because she didn't want to change her mobile phone, Song Ke dug out the old mobile phone she had when she was in graduate school for a temporary emergency. Once, Chen Nian saw her and exclaimed: "Is Ruiyan unable to pay wages? Why do you use such an old mobile phone for the elderly?"

He smiled: "I can still answer and make calls, and I will pick a new one after I leave the hospital."

In fact, it's not that I never thought about it. If I really can't find the old phone, maybe I can still find the backup of the program in the computer.But every time he thinks of this, his heart hurts. After a long time, he knows that it is called reluctance, not to mention Chen Jue promised to help him find a way that day.

Holding this slim hope, I waited until the Friday before I was discharged from the hospital.

In the evening, the nurse came to change his dressing, and after putting on the gauze, he happily told him: "The wound has healed well, and if it is well maintained, the scar may not be too deep."

Song Ke thanked him.

The nurse smiled while holding the medicine, and asked openly, "By the way, Miss Chen is your girlfriend?"

He lowered his head and buttoned his shirt without answering immediately.

Although he and Chen Nian claimed that they were boyfriend and girlfriend, they knew each other well and it was just an excuse.

This kind of reaction is equivalent to acquiescence in the eyes of others.

The nurse was a little disappointed: "Okay, but in fact, when I changed your dressing for the first time, I was mentally prepared."

Song Ke raised her eyes, and she pouted towards his left shoulder: "Your tattoo is a name, I don't see it clearly."

He subconsciously grabbed the collar with his hands: "No."

The voice of denial was too low for anyone to hear clearly.

After the nurse left, he sat alone by the window, and by the faint light of street lamps outside the window, he unbuttoned his collar to reveal his bruised left shoulder.

Above the thin and sunken collarbone, there is a line of short Chinese characters.The font is very special, neither the usual written ones, nor the cursive fonts that tattoo artists often recommend.

It is like someone's signature, flamboyant and careless, and there is a very thin, very small point when the pen is written, like a heavy stamp on the paper with the tip of the pen after signing the document, which is counted as the end.

The tattoo has been well hidden for half a year, even Cheng Yi'an and Chen Nian didn't know it existed, let alone a wound hidden under the tattoo.

Gently closing his eyes, he stretched out his hand to stroke the center of the tattoo, and felt the distorted texture in his fingertips unsurprisingly.It was a knife wound, but it wasn't left this time, it was stabbed by himself with a fruit knife when he broke up with Chen Jue.

Recalling the past that he didn't want to recall the most, he felt a dull pain in his forehead, and the lower side of his head hit the cold wall of the ward.

咚

咚

thump—

The pain in the body temporarily replaced the pain in the heart.He just sat there in the dark ward, without making a sound for a long time, until the phone on the bed vibrated slightly.

At first I didn't want to answer it, but the other end of the phone was persistent, and the old mobile phone would turn on again after a while.

Finally, he walked slowly back to the bed, touched the cell phone on the bed sheet, and it turned out to be Chen Jue.

"Mr. Chen."

Perhaps his voice was too hoarse, Chen Jue paused for two seconds, and asked in a low voice: "Have you rested?"

It was an unexpectedly good tone.Song Ke put on her slippers, went back to the bed and sat down, lowered her eyes to look at the exposed insteps: "President Chen, what orders do you have?"

He himself didn't hear the faint indifference and unhappiness in his voice, but Chen Jue could hear it clearly.

"Still hating me?"

"Don't dare."

Chen Jue suddenly smiled: "Who dares you if you don't dare. I underestimated you before, but I didn't expect that He Wei touched you, and you could beat his jaw out of joint."

It turned out that he already knew the reason, but he didn't seem to care.In such a ghostly weather, Song Ke lowered her head, and the white mist slowly floated to her face, making her vision blurry.

"Did Mr. Chen just call to make fun of me?"

"This is not a joke, Song Ke, I just feel that I know you again."

He always calls him Song Ke in such a correct way, as if the relationship is so distant that it is impossible to become friends in the next life.It's so strange, obviously he also called him Song Ke in the past, but the two words at that time represented intimacy and unswerving aspirations.

"What was it like before, and what is it like now." Song Ke asked quietly.

"I used to think you were pure and gentle, but now I think you are courageous and ruthless enough to strike."

He spoke seriously, but Song Ke replied nonchalantly: "Really, I just think Mr. Chen is innocent."

Chen Jue smiled recklessly: "Although I don't understand this idiom, I can hear you scolding me."

I don't know when Song Ke also laughed, and stopped here and couldn't think of what to say.

Because he went abroad to study when he was young, Chen Jue's Chinese has always been poor, so poor that he often can't hear Song Ke's derogatory words.Sometimes when he was in a hurry, he would grab Song Ke's waist and use the most primitive method - tickling, to force Song Ke to smile and beg for mercy, "If you dare to laugh at me again, I will take care of you at home." Song Ke told him to go, he was confident Said: "Why should I get out, this is my home, you are mine, I get out so that you can remarry?"

No one spoke for a while, and it took a while to hear Chen Jue calling him: "Song Ke."

Song Ke responded, "Huh?"

The voice was so gentle that Chen Jue at the other end was suddenly speechless, quietly looking at the mobile phone in front of him that was brought back by someone.

That day in the ward, seeing Song Ke suffering, he suddenly had a splitting headache, and the doubts in his heart grew bigger and bigger from that moment on.Why did Song Ke's face seem to have been seen somewhere, why did Song Ke's tone of voice seem to have been heard somewhere, too many whys.

"I heard from my sister that you have been dating for less than a year, right?"

Song Ke replied without thinking: "Of course not. I have been secretly with her since elementary school. You are very negligent as a big brother."

Chen Jue laughed heartily in front of him for the first time, and his thick voice beat his eardrums through the signal.

"It seems that your taste is very tricky. When she was a child, she was as dark as coal balls. Even my elder brother didn't like to take her out."

If Chen Nian were here at this moment, I am afraid that the third world war would break out.Two big men team up to tease a little girl, you really don't feel ashamed!She must have said so.

Song Ke smiled.

Looking up and looking out the window, the inpatient building of the hospital is quiet and gentle, and the shadow of the cold wind has faded away.Is it really winter?I can't feel it at all.

"What time will you be discharged from the hospital the day after tomorrow? I'll pick you up." Chen Jue lowered his voice, "I have something to tell you."

Have something to say?

what words.

Song Ke's lips twitched, her heart fluttered, and she said after a while, "Don't dare to bother Mr. Chen, I'll just drive back by myself."

"busy?"

"Ah."

"There's always food to eat. I've made a reservation at Grand Hyatt, and I'll see you at six o'clock the day after tomorrow."

As soon as the words of refusal reached her lips, Song Ke suddenly remembered something, and suddenly couldn't say anything.

If you have something to tell yourself, will he know what the day after tomorrow is?

I don't expect anything else, as long as he can think of himself, give a small gift to express his heart, a tie, a pen, even if it's just a blessing card——

Not even all of these, just a happy birthday is enough.

After a while of silence, Song Ke remembered to ask: "By the way, Mr. Chen, is there any news on the phone?"

Chen Jue was silent for a moment, and then said: "I have already got it, let's talk about it when we meet."

Song Ke nodded, remembering that he couldn't see, so she hummed again, "Then Mr. Chen, see you the day after tomorrow."

I thought I would just hang up, but unexpectedly the phone fell silent, and Chen Jue's voice suddenly sank: "Is my name so difficult to say?"

Song Ke's heart skipped a beat: "Huh?"

"You seem to dislike me. Why, have I offended you before?"

"President Chen is serious, I—"

"No need to explain, I can feel it." Chen Jue interrupted indifferently, "Let's do this first."

"Don't hang up!" Song Ke choked slightly, and shouted a second before the call was disconnected, "Don't hang up with Chen Jue."

After calling, the knuckles holding the phone turned white.

Then there are several seconds of blankness.Chen Jue neither expressed satisfaction nor dissatisfaction, but just let the time pass by.

What does this mean?Song Ke inexplicably thought of the word "the enemy doesn't move and I don't move". She felt sad and wanted to laugh, and her mind froze.

Just as I was about to ask Chen Jue if he was busy recently, he suddenly heard a movement over there, as if someone rushed over and hugged Chen Jue: "Who are you calling? You didn't pay attention when you were with me." "Chen Jue lowered his voice: "Go and put on your clothes." The man giggled: "No!" "Be obedient." "Then you carry me to the bed."

After a moment of silence, Chen Jue said to Song Ke, "Wait for me for a minute."

Song Ke gave a stiff hum.

Then I couldn't hear clearly.

He held up his mobile phone and waited foolishly.Maybe it didn't take long, but suddenly, every second became extraordinarily long.

After a while, Chen Jue still didn't come back. Song Ke's arm was so sore that she couldn't hold the phone any longer. She knew it was impolite but hung up anyway.

The ward was silent.

He sat on the bed, and suddenly felt a chill on his face after a long silence.I reached out and touched it, and my face was full of tears.

I startled myself.

What's there to cry about?

Could it be something wrong with the eyes.

When he came back to his senses, he moved to the bathroom belatedly, looking left and right in the mirror.Fortunately, the eyes are fine, maybe something is wrong with the brain.

I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, and remembered that I forgot to say thank you, so I leaned on the head of the bed, and slowly edited a message and sent it: "Thank you Mr. Chen for the mobile phone. I will be the host on Sunday. Mr. Chen must not be polite to me."

Chen Jue didn't reply, presumably he was doing other things.