I didn't catch it, they are inferior and they will bite

Si Rong heard hurried footsteps coming from the corridor, but he didn't have the energy to guess who it was.

But when the footsteps stopped in front of him, the collar was suddenly grabbed.

"Tell me, what exactly do you want." The other party tried to suppress his anger, but the trembling hand clutching the collar betrayed his current mood.

Anyway, you don't need to guess, and you know who the person who will come is.

Si Rong brushed his hand away: "I'm not in the mood to quarrel with you now, this is a hospital, I want to quarrel to the vegetable market."

Si Nian glanced at the intensive care unit, saw Yinyao lying there motionless, distressed, so he had to calm down for a while, and sat next to Si Rong, his tone softened a bit:

"what did the doctor say."

"Wait." Si Rong was really not in the mood to talk to him, but considering that he really cared about Yinyao, he just responded perfunctorily.

"How did you go to that place?"

"I don't know, wait for the police to investigate."

Si Nian stood up again and looked at the situation through the window, and said softly: "I heard that you have been guarding for a day, go eat something to rest, I'll just watch here."

Si Rong felt that he was tired of hearing such words, so he simply ignored his brother and folded his arms in a daze.

Si Nian stood up and patted him on the shoulder. For the first time, the two brothers did not confront each other nor held guns and sticks. Instead, they said sincerely:

"I believe that the best doctors in the best hospitals have no problems in terms of pathology. The rest may depend on the secretary's own willpower. Think carefully about what he desires most when he is awake."

Most desired?

Si Rong can say that he knows all of Yinyao's hobbies, what he likes to eat, his favorite places, colors, people, or the things he hates the most, he knows all about them, but if you want to ask him what Yinyao desires the most...

It seems that he has never seriously understood what he desires and wants most in the depths of his mind, which cannot be summed up in material terms.

Si Nian was right, living here won't solve any problems.

After Si Nian left, with the doctor's permission, Si Rong entered the intensive care unit.

Looking at Yinyao on the hospital bed, he slowly sat down beside him, gently took one of his hands and rubbed it against his lips: "Yaoyao, wake up quickly, you are not here, my aunt is going to bully us again gone."

When he was done, he laughed to himself.

She raised her hand to help Yinyao straighten the broken hair on her forehead, and finally couldn't help but kissed his cheek, avoiding the wound on purpose.

"We'll get married when you get well. If you still dislike me, the child will take your surname from now on. As long as you're happy, I'll agree to whatever you say."

Yinyao was still very quiet and didn't respond at all.

As a result, the next day, Mr. Si hadn't passed the first seven days, but Si Rong packed his clothes and said that he planned to go out and live for a while to relax.

Knowing that Yinyao is still awake, he must feel uncomfortable. Regardless of whether it is the old man's first seven or not, Si Rong's father fully agrees. After all, there is no father, and only his wife and children are left.

Si Rong went to the hospital to take a look at Yinyao, held his hand and said goodbye to him seriously.

He felt that Yinyao could hear him, so he turned back as soon as he reached the door, touched Yinyao's pale face, and said softly:

"It won't be long, sleep well and wait for me to come back."

The car passed through the commercial center composed of high-end real estate and high-end white-collar workers. Gradually, the two sides of the road were dyed red by the setting sun, and the low-rise houses had a hint of antiquatedness.

Si Rong rarely set foot in the first district, except for the last time he accompanied Yinyao to worship his mother, he never came here again.

The third district in summer is even more messy and messy. A place without law and order is like a garbage dump. Looking at the dilapidated houses and cities like the end of the world, Si Rong can't help wondering how such a place can produce such outstanding people as Yinyao of?

Although Si Rong didn't have the harsh concept of class like other high-quality people, but faced with such a pile of garbage, there was still some dislike.

He parked the car behind a secluded dilapidated house and stood at the entrance of the walled city with his suitcase.

The city walled in the setting sun has a strong cyberpunk style. The electronic billboards are colorful and crowded in the streets and alleys. There is already a long queue in front of the only faucet. Countless residents in ragged clothes are waiting here just to pick up a bucket of water How clean the water.

But it seems that everyone has sensed the pheromone from the excellent Alpha, and in an instant, all the people in the queue turned their attention to this side.

"This person looks familiar..." The crowd began to whisper.

"Isn't this the Si Rong of that big consortium! Good guy! Why did he come here!"

The word "Si Rong" caused the crowd to explode in an instant. Those who didn't know thought, "Look, isn't this a monkey from that big consortium!", and rushed up from all directions with buckets like watching monkeys.

One of the chubby aunts suddenly put the bucket heavily on the ground, and rushed over with a hostile face:

"You are that Si Rong, aren't you! What are you doing here! Do you think you didn't hurt us enough?! You are not welcome here! Get out!"

An uncle who was as thin as a bamboo pole also rushed over, his old face was flushed, he pointed at Si Rong and yelled at him, and all kinds of obscenities came out, in short, it can be summed up in one sentence:

This so-called slum doesn't welcome a noble person like him who claims to be a top crowd, so go back where you came from.

Si Rong silently listened to the stormy swearing at him. After a long time, he put the suitcase in his hand away, and asked with a smile, "Where Yaoyao lived before, can you show me?"

The aunt who originally wanted to continue to scold him with what she had learned all her life, swallowed all the swear words that came to her lips after hearing the "Yaoyao".

She turned around, still said in a bad mood: "If you have the ability, you can find it yourself, if you don't, just stand here."

A group of people were satisfied with the excitement, and they carried buckets and scattered like birds and beasts.Although the top chaebol may only have the opportunity to see it with their own eyes once in their life, but it's not that they can get rich after seeing it, so they lose interest in watching it twice.

The sky is getting dark little by little, but there is a different sense of the times in the walled city. Those old streets and old shops that have been abandoned by the society are singing in a wind that does not belong to their era. .

Si Rong was walking aimlessly. He didn't know the exact location of Yinyao's house. He could only know from his previous account that their house had a flowered cloth curtain, and they probably didn't live in a building but a bungalow. He also said I often go to the aunt's house next door, maybe I live next to the aunt's house just now.

I vaguely remember that my aunt seemed to be going there.

Following the rows of low-rise houses, Si Rong finally heard the sound of the aunt arguing with her husband in a puff of oily smoke.

He looked over, and beside him was an extremely old green wooden door, on which was engraved a line of small characters in immature fonts:

[Yaoyao and mother's home. 】

Looking at the innocent and childish words, and thinking of Yinyao's indifferent and prudish face, Si Rong smiled. He raised his hand to touch the small words on the door, and pushed the door to try again.

According to Yinyao, no one has lived in this place for many years, and the door lock has been damaged by thieves a long time ago. With a slight push, accompanied by an ear-piercing creaking sound, the dust-laden bitterness of the old breath hits the face. Come.

Si Rong found the switch, and with a "click", the tired dim yellow instantly filled the whole cabin.

It is no exaggeration to say that this hut does not even have its own bathroom. A table and two small beds seem to be the whole of this home.

Si Rong stood for a while, and finally sat down on a single bed covered with blue and white checks.

Looking around, the house is small but very warm. It can be seen that the family has been working hard and earnestly.

The walls are covered with certificates of merit. Starting from Yinyao Primary School, he was a three-good student and an outstanding team member. He also served as a squadron leader in the school. Not bad, but the educational resources in the third district are limited. Even if they are outstanding here, they can only be regarded as a middle-level one after they really leave the third district.

Si Rong stroked the pillow, and saw a box of Dinosaur Paradise set that looked like it was popular in the 90s on the old bookshelf beside the bed. Preserved with great care by its owner.

He took off the dinosaur set, but accidentally knocked something under it.

It was a notebook with the word "diary" neatly written in bold highlighter.

It's Yinyao's diary, I kind of want to read it, but it seems very immoral to just read someone else's diary.

Si Rong spread the diary between his knees, hesitating whether to open it or not.

Just as he was meditating, the door was suddenly opened by someone.

Si Rong was taken aback, and quickly stuffed the diary under the pillow.

The aroma of the food wafted over, and standing in front of her was the aunt who was carrying the food with a displeased face.

She put the food heavily on the table, her tone was still bad: "You rich people, you have no conscience, why did you go early! Yaoyao is such a good child, you have to be tossed like this by him before you are willing? Hurry up and eat, don't Starve you to death, if you starve to death, I don't want to see Yaoyao sad."

Si Rong stared blankly at the plain food on the table.

"Why, I still dislike it, forget it if you don't eat." After speaking, the aunt was about to serve the bowls and chopsticks.

"No." Si Rong hurriedly pressed her hand, trying to put on a smile, "I was just thinking, Yaoyao must really like the food cooked by Auntie, he often mentions you to me."

When the aunt heard it, the old man blushed, and twisted the corners of his clothes with both hands, pinching them coyly: "It's not as good as he said, this child is sweet, eat it while it's hot."

Seeing that Si Rong picked up the bowl and chopsticks, the aunt was sitting next to him, gently stroking the blue and white checked bed sheet with fingers as old as dead branches.

Suddenly I remembered that this cute little doll, when he was seven years old, didn’t dare to tell his mother because of bed-wetting, and came to ask his aunt for help with tears in his eyes while holding a bed sheet with a big map on it. At that time, he was about the height of his waist , In a blink of an eye, they all grew up as adults.

"When Yaoyao was a child, she was very sensible. She knew that it was not easy for her mother, so she never let her worry about it." The aunt smiled, tears welling up in her eyes.

"He loves to listen to stories when he was young, but his mother is often not at home, and sometimes she would come to me with a story book in her arms and read it to him. You know, he just read that one story book over and over again, and this Dinosaur Paradise is also his only toy."

Si Rong listened silently, his fingertips trembled, and then he touched the diary under the pillow.

"Tell me, such a good girl, why didn't anyone have a good death." The aunt wiped her eyes and sighed, "Stop talking, eat slowly, and when you are done, bring the bowl over and I will wash it Just do it."

After the aunt left, Si Rong was left alone.

Finally, he opened the diary.

Only then did he realize that he knew very little about Yinyao.

A thick diary, used on both sides, with neat and serious handwriting. At the end of each page of the diary, a small round face will be drawn according to his own mood at that time.

There are many people and things recorded in it, the neighbors who helped his mother take care of him, the Omega brother he mentioned, and the age when he was in high school, and he once fantasized about having a sweet and romantic relationship with the famous people on campus. After watching some archaeological programs, I hope that I can go to the mountains and seas to travel around the world to see it in the future.

At that time, Yinyao was completely different from now. Even in the midst of suffering, he still treated the world with a smile. Perhaps because he had been exposed to rain, he tried his best to hold an umbrella for others.

At the end of each diary, I cheer for myself:

[Work hard, struggle, tomorrow will be fine! 】

The root of the nose suddenly became sore, and tears fell uncontrollably.

Si Rong picked up the diary, kissed the cover devoutly, and murmured softly: "Work hard, work hard, tomorrow will be better."

Si Rong lived in the Walled City for half a month, and he called the hospital every day to confirm Yinyao's condition. He still showed no signs of waking up, but his parents would visit him from time to time and give him advice. The best ward has been arranged, and the country's leading famous doctors have been invited. In terms of external conditions, they can only help here, and the rest depends on Yinyao's own willpower.

During the half month that Si Rong lived in the third district, he thought that everyone would shout and beat him like a mouse crossing the street, but to his surprise, although this group of people disliked him very much, their bodies were too upright. From time to time, he would come over to deliver food. The uncle Zhugan who had verbally abused him when we first met looked around the room with his hands behind his back, and said in a bad tone:

"The filament is a bit unstable, you start it up, and I'll fix it for you."

He finally understood why such a slum, which was criticized by the elites of the first district, gave birth to such outstanding people as Yinyao.

When they left the third district, even though they had only been together for half a month, those cursing people still cleaned Yinyao's hut with disgust, saying "Look at you making this place look like a pig's nest", but If they really want to leave, they still spontaneously gather at the exit of the Walled City, presenting the not-so-expensive but caring food made by themselves, and asking Si Rong to eat it on the way.

Si Rong is very clear that these people's concern for him is not due to the fact that he is a chaebol family from the first district, but more because he has transferred the yearning and concern for Yinyao to himself, to please himself, and to hope that his future You can also treat Yinyao kindly.

They are really good, very good, there will be no better people in the world than them.

After returning to the first district, Si Rong rushed to the hospital before he had time to pack his luggage.

The doctor said that although his comprehensive indexes have returned to normal now, his brain nerves and hippocampus are slightly damaged, and he may not be able to wake up for a while. The doctor also said:

"There is residual blood in the brain. Even if you wake up, your intelligence or memory may be greatly reduced. Family members should be mentally prepared."

Si Rong was also holding a big red plastic bag filled with pumpkin stuffed buns. The aunt said that this was Yinyao's favorite pastry.

It seems that quite a few people have come here just now. The bedside table is filled with all kinds of sympathy items and flowers. Si Qi also left a small card with a picture of a crying face drawn on it, followed by a sentence:

[Sister-in-law, please wake up, my brother ran away from home in anger [○?｀Д??○]]

Even Si Zhen sent flowers, and also attached a small card:

【I wish you a speedy recovery (Si Qifei asked me to write it)】

Si Rong sat on the edge of the bed, lightly holding Yinyao's hand with one hand and stroking it, and with the other hand, he took out a story book with the cover rolled up from his bag.

The pinyin is also marked on the top of the Chinese characters on it, and the release date behind it is even older than Yinyao.

Si Rong cleared his throat, rubbed the corners of his mouth, and showed a beautiful smile: "Dear Yao Yao, today I want to tell you a mermaid story. Once upon a time, in the far sea, there lived a group of cute little mermaids. ..."

The doctor was about to come in for rounds, when he heard a voice from the ward who deliberately squeezed his throat to pretend to be cute, and was still reading old fairy tales that children didn't listen to. After a long while, he smiled and waited silently at the door to listen to his The story is over.

From that day on, the young master of the Si family came to read stories on time every day, and even in the later stage, in order to create a sufficient sense of story, he wore a bulky bear suit, causing patients to flock to visit, and it became a hospital. A beautiful landscape.

But after the incident was posted on the Internet, the taste changed in the mouths of sour spirits.

"Grandpa Si's bones are not yet cold, and my good grandson is busy playing a clown in front of his wife. I'm afraid the old man's coffin will not be able to hold it down."

"The co-author has to guard the ashes of Mr. Si for the rest of his life? Why, are you jealous that I didn't tell you a story?"

"Si Rong is now the acting chairman, leaving the company aside and busying himself with his affairs regardless of the life and death of his employees. What am I jealous of? Jealous of him marrying an inferior O as his wife?"

"Yes, yes, you are not jealous, but you don't know that you can earn more per hour if you work hard all your life?"

Looking at these comments, Si Yalan slammed the tablet on the table, looked up at Si Qing: "Did you call Si Rong?"

"I've called him. He said that there is something for us to deal with. Don't look for him these days."

There was a sneer at the corner of Si Yalan's mouth, and he moved back immediately, picked up the pen on the table and played with it: "Okay, tell him, the president's will will be announced this Friday afternoon, if he doesn't want to come, he will never come coming."

I thought that the announcement of the will would definitely scare him, but Si Rong still called and said:

"I will watch the live broadcast on time, sister-in-law dress up beautifully, come on."

The word "Come on" completely ignited the fuse in Si Yalan's heart. She dragged the landline phone and quickly dialed a number with her fingers: "Lawyer Song, at [-] o'clock on Friday afternoon, bring your will and see you at the company. "

The reporters from the newspaper office were enjoying watching Si Rong play the clown in the ward, when they suddenly received an invitation from YS, saying that they would hold a press conference on the will of the president of the department.

This is really catching up!

After Si Nian was suspended from work, he also took a rest for a period of time. He happened to be free and would visit Yinyao every day. Seeing that he did not eat or drink for more than ten days and only relied on glucose to maintain his life, his body was visibly losing weight day by day, and he was anxious. , but it really couldn't help much, so Comrade Sinian, a staunch supporter of materialism, traveled thousands of miles to the most incense-filled temple to ask for a peace talisman for him and returned.

As for the specific content of his grandfather's will, he has not expected much, so let it be fate, the only hope now is that Yinyao can wake up as soon as possible.

In the ward—

"Before the last rose petal fades, if the beast can no longer find true love, he will miss his last chance to become human..."

Si Rong sighed and slowly looked towards the bed.

I don't know if the oxygen mask is too big or Yinyao's face is too small, I can't see his prosperous beauty clearly when this thing is hung on his face.

Si Rong stroked his face lightly, looking out the window half of the poplar leaves had started to turn yellow.

Summer is coming to an end, Yinyao sleeps so long this time, from summer to autumn, he wrote in his diary that he likes to see the golden yellow leaves flying all over the sky in autumn the most.

"If you don't wake up, the leaves will fall off." Si Rong helped him tuck the corner of the quilt.

When he picked up the storybook and was about to read the story of Beauty and the Beast for the nth time, he suddenly saw it from the corner of his eye!

Yinyao's fingers moved slightly!

Si Rong was stunned for a moment, then immediately put down the book and moved it to Yinyao's hand, carefully observing his fingers.

It moved again, like a tremor.

He immediately pressed the calling bell on the bedside, but he didn't dare to take his eyes off Yinyao's fingers, for fear that his fingers would not move if he missed a glance.

"The beast's body was pierced by a long sword, Bell looked at him in disbelief, tears welled up in his eyes..."

In a daze, Yinyao heard as if someone was reading an old-fashioned story in his ear. This story was so familiar, he had heard it thousands of times since he was a child, and it made his ears callused.

For a moment, he seemed to hear someone calling him desperately in his ear. At that time, he was walking on the edge of the cliff, careful not to step on the air, but at this moment, a hand stretched out to him , told him in a firm and powerful voice:

"Don't worry, hold my hand and I will protect you."

When he slowly grasped that hand, he was dragged up the cliff by a force. Above the cliff, there was bright sunshine, reflecting the whole world into brilliant colors.

His eyelids moved, and then slowly opened his eyes.

"Secretary Yin, you finally..." The face in front of her eyes was infinitely enlarged, and the brows were brimming with joy, but Yin Yao was really taken aback by this face.

Unfamiliar, yet familiar face.

People often say that people with overly gorgeous facial features will give people a sense of alienation and indifference, so the moment Yin Yao saw that face, Yin Yao flinched in fear.

He frowned, curled his body into the quilt, looked at this person vigilantly, and asked hesitantly for a long while:

"Who are you."