Promised period

As soon as he ran to the door, Chen Jue saw Song Ke.

Song Ke fainted at the bottom of the steps, surrounded by several people standing or squatting, one of them was still trying to turn him over.

"Don't touch him!"

Without even thinking about it, he rushed over and pushed the man aside.The man was startled, stepped back and yelled, "What are you doing? We all want to save people, okay? Who are you?"

Chen Jue didn't have the energy to answer these questions, until he hugged Song Ke tightly into his arms, his heart was still pounding, and his blood was rushing wildly in his body without a clue.He even felt that his breathing was extremely difficult due to tension, as if he was holding the most important treasure in his arms, a love that was not enough to care for with his life.

Song Ke was hugged by him, her eyes were closed tightly, her face was as white as paper, her whole body was as cold as ice, her face was wet and slippery, I don't know if it was sweat or what, but it wasn't raining at the moment.But just rubbing his face with the back of his hand, Chen Jue's heart felt like being stabbed hard by a knife, and the pain was so painful that he almost couldn't straighten his back.

The lobby manager ran and shouted: "Mr. Chen, Mr. Chen! Don't touch him, we'll call 120!"

Since it was not known what was wrong, the manager's response was correct.Chen Jueming knew this, but his arms were as stiff as cement, and he was unwilling to let him go no matter what, as if he was worried that if he let go, he would lose him completely.

"Mr. Chen—" the man came over and shook him, "Let me see how he is doing, the doctor from our hotel will be here soon."

Song Ke in her arms frowned, her body was thin and light almost like a dead leaf, her face was weak, her hair black, and she could only feel her slow breathing when she got close.

"Song Ke, Song Ke?"

Chen Jue tried to yell twice, but he didn't wake up. He was about to turn his head and hand him over to the lobby manager, but as soon as he let go of his hand, his scalp suddenly tightened in pain. It was as if a saw was viciously sawing his nerves under his temple, forcing him to Clenched Song Ke's hand tightly like a conditioned reflex.

How did it happen...

It was as if he had fallen into a quagmire of pain, except for the warm joints and body in his arms, nothing else could calm him down.

In the blink of an eye, the lobby manager had already picked him up, put a cushion under his neck, and covered his body with a blanket.After hearing the news, the doctor came and said after a general examination: "There is no major problem with the heartbeat and blood pressure, but to be on the safe side, it is better to send it to the hospital to have a look."

The ambulance roared in with red lights flashing, and drove away with Chen Jue and the unconscious Song Ke.

In the car, the doctor asked the patient what his past medical history was. Chen Jue said he didn't know. He also asked how old the patient was and whether he had been exposed to food allergies just now, but he couldn't tell.

The doctor looked at him suspiciously: "Seeing that you are so nervous, I thought you were his family members. If you don't know anything, then call his family members. If you can't come, you should at least make a phone call."

Finding out the cell phone on Song Ke, Chen Jue found that it could no longer be called a cell phone.It is so old that it is almost falling apart, there is no password for the chain screen, and the functions are simple and single.Clicking in to look through the address book, there are only dozens of contacts, and there are only two people in the favorites, one is Cheng Yi'an, and the other has no name, just a series of numbers.

Call the first Cheng Yian's phone and turn it off, and call the second, that series of numbers, the system prompts that it is an empty number.

Empty number?

Chen Jue frowned, and looked at Song Ke with bottomless eyes, but Song Ke only closed her dark eyelashes, neither seeing nor hearing the question in his heart.

Fortunately, after going to the hospital for an examination, it was confirmed that there was no serious problem. It was just that the qi and blood were not balanced for a while and the back injury was not fully healed, so I fainted due to lack of energy, and I would wake up after resting on the bottle of glucose.

He had just left the hospital for a few hours, and when he returned to the ward, even the nurse who took care of him was taken aback, "What's the matter, why did you just come back after leaving the hospital?" Turning to look at Chen Jue's dark face His face turned pale, and he resentfully dared not ask any more questions.

After getting settled, Chen Jue went outside to smoke a cigarette, the cold wind passing through his neck made his cheek muscles tighten.He lowered his head and took out his cigarette and lighter, but maybe the wind was too strong, and he failed to ignite after several times of lighting.

What is going on, why do I have such palpitations?From the moment Song Ke fainted, the pain in her head became heavier and heavier, and something was about to come out, screaming crazily in her body.

In a trance, he felt that he had hugged Song Ke a long time ago, he was so familiar with his body, and he was so at ease when he was hugging him tightly.Song Ke's eyes, Song Ke's lips, and even the inconspicuous little black spot-like mole behind his ear made him dizzy, making him almost greedy to absorb the breath in his memory.

The external air conditioner next to it was rumbling, and there were a few gnats flying under the street lamps. Some passers-by took a curious look here and then hurriedly left in a hurry.

Walking back to the ward, the nurse happened to be there. After seeing him, he hesitated and said, "Well, Mr. Chen..."

"He's awake?"

"No, it's that phone..." The nurse pointed to the table, "It's rang several times, why don't you answer it for him?"

This single ward was already very empty, but once it quieted down, the vibration became more obvious.

It was an unfamiliar number, not that Cheng Yi'an.

"Hi, I'm delivering the cake!" As soon as the connection was connected, the other party started crackling, "Is there no one at home?! I'm at your door right now, and I called you seven or eight times but no one answered. Do you still want your cake?"

Chen felt a tingling pain in his eardrums, and after taking it away for a while, he said, "Did you make a mistake? This is Song Ke's cell phone."

"Wrong type?" There was a pause, as if to confirm something, and then became even more annoyed, "Where is the type wrong? No mistake! The recipient wrote Song Ke, is this cake you?" I don't want it anymore."

"What cake?"

"You asked me about the birthday cake you ordered yourself?"

whose birthday?

Chen Jue's brows became tighter and tighter: "The other person is not at home, I will add 200 yuan to you, and you send the cake to me."

"Now?"

"Yes, now."

When the other party heard it, the cloudy weather immediately changed, and he happily agreed.

As for the birthday, it was even easier. He just went to the nurse's station to ask, and the nurse started yelling: "Today! It's actually listed in the system today! No wonder I saw that he bought it in big bags yesterday. It turned out to be a birthday present for myself."

After speaking, she found that the face of Tie Mian Shen in front of her was even darker. The nurse thought she was too noisy, so she immediately lowered her voice in a low voice: "Mr. Chen, are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you want to go downstairs and register to see?" look……"

Maybe I really should register to see, Chen Jue waved his hand and left.

On the way back to the ward, Zhong Wenting called: "Hey, why haven't you come here yet, I'm done taking a shower."

The voice was full of complaints and full of coquettishness.

"I have something to do, I won't make it tonight."

"What is more important than me? I don't believe you if you can't tell."

"Song Ke is sick, and I'm in the hospital now."

Zhong Wenting took a light breath over there, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "It has nothing to do with you if he is sick, and you don't care if he dies."

Chen Jue originally lowered his head slightly, but when he heard this, he raised his head, and his shoulders curved sharply.

Probably because he realized that he had spoken too much, Zhong Wenting chatted for a while, and said flatteringly, "Are you angry?"

Chen Jue turned sideways and looked into the ward through the viewing window. With just one glance, he found that Song Ke seemed to be awake, lying on his side.

He thought slightly: "Hang up first, and talk about it later."

"Hey hey—!"

The phone immediately became a busy signal.

He put away his mobile phone and pushed the door in. His shoulders hidden under the quilt moved slightly, but the silence soon returned.

"woke up?"

Song Ke lay there motionless.

Except for the restaurant entrance just now, this seems to be the first time Chen Jue has set his sights on Song Ke for such a long time.His body undulates slightly with his breath, and the back of his hand that hangs outside has no flesh at all, except for the joints and blue blood vessels.His neck was also surprisingly thin, with a white and smooth section that seemed to break if he twisted it lightly.And his back, as thin as cardboard, hollow and angular but incapable of hurting anyone.But his hair is soft and black, with a soft shimmer at the tip of the hair under the light, you don't need to touch it to know that it must be as moist as satin.

"Why didn't you tell me today is your birthday." Chen Jue settled down, "Happy birthday."

These four words came too easily, obviously looking forward to it for two whole days, but Song Ke didn't feel happy at the moment when he really heard it.He silently and slowly clenched the bed sheet tightly, his eyes closed expressionless.

"I invited you to dinner with the intention of apologizing to you, but I didn't expect it to be self-defeating." Chen Jue sat down on the chair behind him, with his knees pressed against the cold bed frame, and there was a slight sharp pain. I missed your birthday, I will find a way to compensate you, and you can ask for anything."

Song Ke took a breath, the movement was very low, but Chen Jue still heard it.

"Any request is fine, as long as I can do it within my ability."

The room was too quiet, the lights were pale, and the disinfectant smelled pungent.

Song Ke lay down for a while, then suddenly sat up propped up, and slowly buttoned up her shirt with her back facing him: "Chen Boss can't do what I want."

Chen Jue frowned: "What do you want?"

Sports cars, villas, and even capital injection into Song Ke's company, these are not big problems.He urgently needed to do something to relieve the guilt in his heart, because the guilt came suddenly and violently, and it weighed heavily and sharply on his heart like a rock.

Song Ke put on her clothes and stood up: "Can you give me back what's in the phone?"

Going around and back around.

Chen Jue frowned: "Is that thing so important to you?"

Song Ke didn't answer him again, put on her coat and started to put on her shoes again.Chen Jue's heart trembled, and he suddenly realized that he was going out: "Where are you going so late?"

"Don't bother Mr. Chen."

He fainted just now, and his complexion hasn't even recovered yet, and now he is about to be discharged from the hospital in the cold wind.Chen Jue pulled the man back by pulling his arm: "Are you crazy? Where do you want to go when you are in such a poor health?"

Song Ke shook off his hand and walked out without looking back, while Chen Jue just stood in front of him like a wall.

"You get out of the way."

"Step aside!"

While they were in a stalemate, the door of the ward was slammed twice: "Is Song Ke here, the one who delivered the cake?"

Song Ke was slightly taken aback, but before she could react, Chen Jue pushed her back to the sofa with a sullen face, "Sit down."

Chen Jue opened the door.

"Give me a good review!" The courier took the money and walked away.

Looking at the dark blue paper box, Song Ke's body could not move at all.

He picked it in the store yesterday. The cake has two layers, the bottom is dark green, and the top is light mint green.When he saw the sample, he thought of the Clivia on Chen Jue's cigarette pack, so he chose it involuntarily in the end.

There was only one row of seats on the sofa. Chen Jue dragged a chair to sit opposite him, took out a cake and pushed it in front of him, "Who did you want to celebrate this birthday with?"

Song Ke turned her head to the side, her two lips were forbearingly but stubbornly pursed into a line.

"Don't want to say it?" Chen Jue smiled self-deprecatingly, "It doesn't seem to be with me. But sometimes life likes to make jokes like this. I can't go to the place I want to go the most, I can't do the thing I want to do the most, and the person I want to see the most People often don't see it."

He seldom said such depressing words before.He is always flamboyant and almost arrogant, always has his own logic in life, does not listen to anyone's control, and only shows a little soft part in front of Song Ke.

Now he has changed and become a little strange.

He searched in the box, but couldn't find the candle. He lowered his head and thought for a moment before asking Song Ke, "How old are you this year?"

Song Ke turned her head, her eyes trembling.

"what happened?"

It seemed to him hopeless.But after a moment of silence, Song Ke just shook her head: "It's okay."

"Finally willing to talk to me."

He sat across from him, leaning back lazily on the chair.Despite trying his best to pretend, there were still traces of palpitations on his face.

But Song Ke didn't know.Song Ke just looked at him, as if looking at a stranger she didn't know, until she saw him take out a cigarette case from his coat, and then four cigarettes from the case, finally his expression changed.

"It doesn't matter if you don't have a candle, I have a solution." Chen Jue said, "My dad taught me to do this since I was a child."

He turned the cigarette upside down, inserted the filter end down into the cake, and smiled silently with his head down: "You should be about my age, thirty, 31? How about using four cigarettes instead."

After inserting it, he raised his head and found that Song Ke was staring at him in astonishment, so he couldn't help being startled.

"Why, don't you like this?"

Song Ke shook her head, hastily avoiding her eyes.But he was sitting straight across from him, and the room was only so big, where else could he hide?

After a long silence, Song Ke's neck softened, and she looked at the flickering sparks in compromise.At some point, Chen Jue got up and turned off the lights, the room was dark and silent, but the smell of mint smoke gradually spread in the air, even if he held his breath, he couldn't refuse its approach.

Chen Jue sat quietly, and after a long time said, "Song Ke, I'm sorry."

A long time passed, and there was only one sorry between them.

It wasn't originally like this.

Originally, throughout the year, Song Ke's birthday was second only to New Year's Eve.

At the age of 29, Chen Jue blindfolded him and took him to a newly completed entrepreneurial park: "Look what this is."

As soon as she let go, Song Ke was shocked by the spacious and bright house in front of her, and turned her head to stare at him in surprise: "You rented it?"

"nonsense."

Song Ke wanted to cry.

Chen Jue rubbed his nose, bowed his head and smiled embarrassedly: "Okay, don't look at me like that, I know I'm awesome, you don't have to express it if you understand it in your heart."

Before the words finished, Song Ke rushed towards him, put her arms around his neck and buried her head but didn't let go.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh," he could only coax people in a low voice, "Okay, ok, I know you love me, come on, how about we ruin this house?"

Song Ke lost her mind, and raised her head to stare at him fiercely. He raised his hands high to show his innocence: "Heavenly conscience, I'm talking about eating cake."

Only then did the prepared cake be taken out and placed solemnly on the undecorated concrete floor.The two of them sat cross-legged, only to find that they hadn't prepared anything, not to mention knives, and they didn't even bring candles. How could they eat it?

There was no other way, Song Ke had no choice but to take it back.

"How can I do that? This is the first time I celebrate your birthday. If you don't have a knife, you can eat it with your mouth. At worst, wash your face after eating." Chen Jue firmly objected.

But candles can't really change.

In the end, it was his bad idea, using cigarettes as candles, one represents ten years old, and lighting three can barely count as 29.With the filter tip facing down, white mist curls up when the smoke is lit. The scene is like burning incense and worshiping Buddha.

The two of them were still tense at first, but then they couldn't hold it anymore, and laughed uncontrollably in the empty house.

Later, it was Chen Jue who called to stop: "Hurry up and make a wish, don't waste our three sticks of good incense."

Xu Xu.

Song Ke pinched her face and forced herself to be serious, then closed her eyes and clasped her hands together, knelt on the ground and made a wish that only a fool would make——

By the gods, I only hope that the white head will never leave.

After Xu finished opening his eyes, Chen Jue kept asking him what kind of wish he made, and he said that of course he was asking the Bodhisattva to bless him to make a fortune!Chen Jue was so angry that he hugged him by the waist and said, "You know money and money, why do I fall in love with you, a foolish money fanatic like you? There is a good way to get rich and I don't want to take it. Going to start a business by yourself, you really think that you are the reincarnation of Buffett Jobs, right?"

"What way?"

"Marry me."

"Go away."

Song Ke was numb and itchy from being yelled at, and couldn't help laughing just like that.After laughing, he started to cry, and there was no paper around him, so he rubbed his eyes desperately with his hands.

Chen Jue took his hand away and said, "Don't rub it with your hands, I'll get you a tissue in the car."

Just like that, there is nothing around.

He stood up and looked at these ordinary offices while waiting.This is where the two of them will struggle in the future. After the decoration is complete, move all the tables and chairs over, and then spend time recruiting a few people and hanging a sign at the gate, Ruiyan will immediately become decent.

It's a pity that it's a little far away from where we live, but what does that matter?It's just taking the subway, it's not bitter at all.The long commute to and from get off work, the long subway tracks, the long days, the long nights, he and Chen Jue, they have endless conversations, endless dozes, and insufficient futures.

While in a daze, there was movement at the door, it was Chen Jue who turned around and came back.

Song Ke pursed her lips and smiled: "You are really good, you have been here for so long with a tissue."

Chen Jue didn't smile.

In just a few minutes, he changed into his suit somewhere, his tie was neatly tied, and the corners of his mouth were tense.He walked in through the white door of the office, turned on all the light switches, then went to Song Ke and knelt down on one knee.

"Song Ke."

Song Ke almost jumped up in fright.

With his head raised like that, every subtle expression between Chen Jue's eyebrows and eyes is very clear, and the slight tremor of his Adam's apple is also very clear when he speaks.And the ring that came out of the box, without a single diamond, but so fine and so bright.

"Would you like to be with me forever?"

That was the first time Chen Jue proposed to him.