no one save me

The belly that had been torn open twice was re-sewed up, and the doctor did not need to use anesthesia. The wound was bleeding a lot, even if the needle was threaded through the wound, it didn't feel too much.

Already numb.

Dr. Xu stood by the bed and looked at me bitterly. After he adjusted his glasses, he endured for a while, and then taught, "I think it's fine for this hospital to be your own business. What's your relationship with the president?" , take care of his business like this?"

I pulled the corner of my lower lip. The wound didn't hurt when I got the stitches, but now it hurts a little after I realized it.

"Okay, if you don't want to talk, just lie down. You can be discharged from the hospital in a week. You can lie down honestly now, and you can go when you are notified of discharge." I can see clearly, but I'm really tired now, I just want to say thank you, then close my eyes and sleep.

Preferably the kind that never wakes up.

It sucks to be alive.

Jiang Yihang was kicked by me, the ashtray was not light, and my attack was also bad. This smashing was probably at least a concussion...it should be considered as a deliberate injury, right?

I was lying on the bed, I thought I would fall asleep soon, but I didn't expect to open my eyes and look at the ceiling in the end. I was so sleepy, but I couldn't fall asleep anyway. The irritability was squeezing in my heart, depressed, crazy, I For a moment, I wondered if I had bipolar disorder.

In the end, I still got up and checked with my mobile phone. The crime of intentional injury can be sentenced to several years in prison.

"Whoever intentionally injures another person's body... shall be sentenced to less than three years... There may be... fixed-term imprisonment..." I seem to be sick, just these two lines, my voice is trembling, and the hand holding the phone is also trembling, but I am not cold.

I'm just sad.

The wards of the hospital are quiet, and occasionally you can hear a few small chattering sounds. They all came to visit the hospitalized people. It’s great that they are accompanied by someone. I feel very good. I want to go back a little bit. That small broken city, living in that broken house, I don’t know if it is now a dangerous building, and whether the open space has been reorganized according to the plan.

Li Dasha, the steamed bun seller at the door, is healed of his illness, and whether his steamed stuffed buns are still sold.

I lay on my back on the bed, the wound on my stomach finally seemed to be connected to my heart, and it started to hurt.

"Jiang Yihang, fuck you, you idiot." I heard myself gasping and laughing, "I don't want you anymore, you are a fucking idiot, shit."

It's cool to swear, and no one can hear it anyway.

The bed in the hospital is much better than the bed in the health center in Xiaopocheng. The bed before was narrow and small, and surprisingly hard. I remember that time, when we were lying on the same bed, facing each other. , almost stuck together, I can hear his heartbeat, vivid and real.

I never deny that I love Jiang Yihang, but I love him at that time, but he is dead.

At some point, he died without a sound. I didn't even know where to start organizing a funeral for him. He just disappeared from my world.

I had many dreams that night, one after another. I dreamed that I was standing on the hillside of the small ruined city. I saw me sitting next to the tombstone, which was still covered with bamboo. There was a pile of weeds in front of me, and someone was kneeling. There is a shovel on it, and it seems to be digging a grave. Ha, there is so much hatred and hatred, even the grave has to be dug.

But when I saw the words on the tombstone, I laughed even louder. It said "Zuo Qi's Tomb".

I'm finally dead, good, good death, don't be sad, Zuo Qi.

But this is a dream after all. After waking up, I didn’t realize it. When I realized it, it was really boring. Lu Qiao didn’t need to go to work. He came here to report on a regular basis. I’m not sure if he is He didn't want to see my jokes, at least his first sentence was "I heard that you raped your little boyfriend, no, ex-boyfriend? Mr. Zuo, this is domestic violence."

This person is really not good at talking, which pot is not open and which pot to lift.

It's better to catch up early than to be in good time. This sentence refers to Jiang Yihang.

When this grandson came, Lu Qiao hadn't had time to leave, and when he came, his hair was not much different from that of Avanti, and he looked like he was here to collect debts, but he didn't expect that I wasn't the only one here.

But the two of them had nothing in common, and they separated after a few words of bitterness. I wanted to call Lu Qiao back when he took the first step out of the door, for no other reason than Jiang Yi and I. Hang alone, sooner or later I have to bear a murder charge.

"He's gone, and you're still looking at him, Brother Qi, look at me." Jiang Yihang seemed to have forgotten what happened yesterday, and his aggrieved expression made my stomach churn. They all started to stir and convulse, "Brother Qi, I really know I was wrong, give me another chance, don't want me."

I feel like my mouth is full of blood, and the taste of rust is really uncomfortable.

"Brother Qi..."

Jiang Yihang still said next to me, I watched his lips open and close, but he seemed to be deaf, and felt that he couldn't hear anything, it was full of harsh and sharp noises.

I heard my own voice say amidst the hissing—

Jiang Yihang, you are so dirty.

I saw the astonished expression in his eyes, and I just felt happy. He probably didn't expect that I would be willing to use such disgusting words on him.

You see, as long as you don’t love someone anymore, you can hurt him to death, stab his heart with the sharpest knife, until the blood flows horizontally, the flesh and blood turn out, and the body and soul scream together.

You are so dirty.

You're really gross.

You do not deserve.

I vaguely remembered that in my dream, the person who sat on my grave and dug it while crying seemed to be Jiang Yihang.

That little dirt bag, where I end up lying for a long time.

"Jiang Yihang, I'm a worthless person. Look, you are so disgusting, but in the end I dreamed that I was the one who died. Why don't you say it's you? Why?" I looked at this I have loved someone for so many years, with all my heart and soul, who I value more than my life, and whispered, "Why aren't you dead yet."

The blood returned from the needle tube, and I didn’t see it until halfway through. Jiang Yihang was more nervous than me. He seemed to have seen something, and ran to the nurse quickly. I glanced at the hanging bottle. The urge to insert fragments of things into the neck, but this is too much trouble for the hospital, it is not easy for nurses, doctors are not easy, and everyone is not easy.

There was a voice in my ear that kept saying-it's so hopeless.

I'm so desperate, it's better to be in a dream, I want to lie down in the small dirt bag as soon as possible.

The nurse came to pull out the needle for me, and Jiang Yihang watched nervously. As far as his acting skills are concerned, I think there must be something shady about not awarding him the best actor award.

"Brother Qi, come back with me when you are discharged from the hospital. We are finally together, why are you reluctant to let me go?" The nurse went out, and Jiang Yihang started his performance again. The appearance of begging, as if I was the one who had sex with someone else.

I think it's quite interesting, it turns out that there are really people who can be so scumbag.

Either the fragment of the hanging bottle was inserted into my body, or it was inserted into Jiang Yihang's body, the two of us... sooner or later, one of us will die.

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