because i'm pretty

Li Yikai doesn't have many expressions, but he has many small habits, such as when he is anxious and nervous, he always struggles with his own hands first.

They didn't want their colleagues to know about their relationship for the time being, but Yuan Zhiming didn't care so much, he opened his fingers one by one, and held them together with his own.

Li Yikai looked down, and his mood eased a lot: "I was late in the morning, Daqiao helped her hide it, but I didn't see anyone until noon. I called, and the driver of the car accident answered."

Others have not had time to ask.They met Daqiao at the door of the ward. Fortunately, there was nothing serious about him.

"Conscious, but the leg may be broken, the doctor is in there to check", Zoe replied.

Li Yikai said it hard to her, and took out a card: "Do all other checks to see if there are any internal injuries, and I will pay for the expenses."

After dealing with all these, he didn't bother to ask the cause of the accident: "How could you get hit while walking on the road?"

"Don't ask me, I don't understand." The driver who caused the accident has been waiting at the door. He hurriedly said: "I saw it was a yellow light at the time, and I stepped on the accelerator, but I definitely noticed that there was no one around. Come here!"

"How does the traffic police judge?" Li Yikai asked.

Daqiao shrugged: "The main responsibility is Sister Dong."

The driver said again: "Hey, you heard me, I think you should ask this lesbian why she rushed out suddenly."

Li Yikai didn't want to hold him accountable, but the other party's tone made him a little annoyed.Fortunately, the door of the ward opened not long after, and Yuan Zhiming pulled him in.

Apart from being a little mentally ill, Sister Dong was fine. When asked why, she only said, "I'm just in a hurry."

"Then why are you late?"

"Because the child had a fever this morning."

Li Yikai couldn't say more: "It's good to talk about it in advance, don't be so anxious."

Sister Dong's eyes stopped on the plastered leg: "Hey, good."

No matter how much they talked about, they couldn't talk about anything. After a while, there were people visiting in twos and threes. Li Yikai and Yuan Zhiming gave up the ward to their family members and ate at the fast food restaurant downstairs.

Yuan Zhiming looked at the orange soda in a daze, and Li Yikai asked, "What do you think?"

"I wonder why she didn't tell her family right away after the car accident," Yuan Zhiming said, "And when she saw her husband just now, she didn't seem to ask if the child was recovering. It seemed a little cold."

Thinking about it further is just random speculation, Li Yikai didn't wait for him to continue: "She and Brother Chen are college classmates, they have been in love for many years, you just saw him, at least those who have met him think he is a very gentle and honest person. "

"Sister Dong and his personality complement each other. They have been married for many years. She often works overtime, and her husband is in charge of the housework." Li Yikai said a few small things intermittently. There are a lot of reminders hidden in the note; there is also a daily pick-up during the period of pregnancy.

Whether it's seen by outsiders or by her own mouth, this small family is a rare warmth.

"When Brother Chen went in just now, he looked carefully," Li Yikai recalled, "I think the reactions of the two of them, one was anxious and concerned, and the other was wronged and dependent, and they were not fake."

Yuan Zhiming suddenly looked up at him: "So you also think that the car accident was not an accident?"

"A good traffic light rushed past, whether it was in a trance, on purpose, or impulsively." Li Yikai paused, pursed his lips and said, "Sister Dong's condition is more serious than I thought."

"But it's not your fault," Yuan Zhiming said.

Li Yikai didn't say a word, it was meaningless to find his own mistakes at this time, what he was more anxious about was how to solve it.

"Maybe I can feel her reason," Yuan Zhiming said after a moment of silence, "Maybe...but let me talk to her first."

When the evening approached, Feng Xin also came to visit, exchanged pleasantries for a while, his family members sent him out, Li Yikai gently closed the door, and only Yuan Zhiming was left in the ward.

The setting sun was shining on the window sill, and Yuan Zhiming stared at the clock on the wall with his chin in a daze. When the golden color spread over the center of the circular clock, making it half dark and half bright, he suddenly said: "My mother is here. Time flies."

The person on the hospital bed froze for a moment, then turned to look at him.

Yuan Zhiming smiled lightly at her, a faint halo enveloped his hair.Sister Dong hesitated and said, "How old were you?"

"Two years old." Yuan Zhiming's eyes drifted outside: "I don't remember, I only know this time. Every year, my dad would go to the river to sprinkle a handful of flowers on her death day."

"She threw herself into a river, committed suicide, suffered from postpartum depression."

There seems to be a wind blowing outside the window, the bare branches move, the shadows of the trees are cast on the wall, and the sunlight is more oblique.

Sister Dong lowered her eyes and kept looking at Yuan Zhiming.

"She is very good-looking. In the photos, she has wavy curls and long eyelashes. She can wear polka-dot shirts of various colors and draw meticulous paintings..."

"It must be because she is really tired, or she hates me very much." Yuan Zhiming blinked and said, "I ruined her life, I always feel that way."

Silence froze for several minutes, and the clock ticked several times.

Then, like high-pressure water vapor, it was finally about to open the tightened valve, and a breath sound came from her throat. Sister Dong gritted her teeth and panted rapidly, as if tightly suppressing collapse, or anger and resentment.

Finally, under Yuan Zhiming's gaze, she shook her head vigorously.

Tears dripped down on the blue hospital bed, Yuan Zhiming handed over a piece of paper, and said calmly: "After I grew up, I read many books and documentaries, and went to take psychology courses, and then gradually realized that I am not a murderer. She Did nothing wrong."

"She's just sick, she hasn't overcome the disease."

The wind seemed to be a little stronger, and there was a whistling sound outside the window.Yuan Zhiming looked at the branches outside and said, "Maybe I will never empathize with her situation. But I still think that if more people help her, if everyone understands her condition at that time, it should be cured." .”

As if he broke Li Yikai's hand in the morning, he took the tear-wiping paper ball from Sister Dong's hand and let her open her clenched fist.

"It would have been nice if she had been cured at that time," he said. "I wanted to get to know her, and I wanted to spend Mother's Day, birthdays with her, and introduce her to someone I like."

The sun was about to set, and there was only a bright light left in the corridor, which slanted on the blue-green corner bricks.

Li Yikai glanced back at the long corridor, and asked unintentionally: "It's almost time for dinner, sister Dong isn't used to the canteen here, is she?"

"I'm sure I'm not used to it. Let my confinement wife cook. I'll go back and get it." The mellow man rubbed his face: "I'm sorry, I've delayed your work, so please come back."

"Where is it?" Feng Xin sipped a cigarette in the trash can: "Sister Dong is our old employee for so many years, she should be there, you let her have a good rest, don't worry about the company's affairs."

Brother Chen thanked him a few words, looked at the time again, and only ran to the parking lot in peace after Li Yikai said twice that Yuan Zhiming was taking care of him.

Feng Xin had no intention of leaving. The two stood at the entrance of the inpatient department and chatted a few words about work.

"The ice cube went wrong this time, whose fault is it? Have you checked it out?" He lit another cigarette and asked.

Li Yikai looked down at the toe of the shoe and said, "This matter is still manageable, let me handle it myself?"

"Yes, of course I'm sure you'll take care of it." Feng Xin puffed out his cigarette and smacked for a while: "That's it, Mr. Jiang may ask."

Li Yikai raised his head in surprise: "They know? Impossible, we have been..."

He looked at Feng Xin's expression, frowned and asked:

"You didn't tell them, did you?"

Feng Xin licked his lower lip: "Listen to me first, it's very complicated behind this. You know the infighting among factions in Hongda Group. Although Mr. Jiang is in charge of this brand upgrade, he doesn't have the budget in his hands, so all the back and forth Later, because of money and quotations, there were so many conflicts."

He pressed most of the cigarettes into the trash can, and then said: "So this project, not only must the result be beautiful, but the process of creating this matter must also be full of twists and turns. Only in this way can Mr. Jiang stand firmer, It will be more free and controllable to cooperate with us in the future.”

Li Yikai listened to him calmly, and asked in disbelief: "So you take our mistakes and give him a typical case of crisis handling? What about the company's reputation?"

No, Feng Xin wouldn't do that.

Li Yikai stopped abruptly, he just didn't expect this possibility——

"You keep asking me, whose fault is it... Do you want to find someone alone to take the blame?"

The outside of the window gradually turned dark blue, and Yuan Zhiming sat quietly in front of the hospital bed for a long time.

Sister Dong finally stopped pretending that nothing was wrong, but she didn't open her mouth to talk about it. Maybe she still couldn't tell a young boy about those unbearable, trivial, and ugly pressures.

She just remained silent for a long time, then smiled and said: "It turns out that being a mother is not really something that can be selflessly dedicated."

"I still can't stand it, career, life, body. And, and the funniest thing is, all of this is going according to my own plan, my choice, I have no one to blame, not even To keep thanking others for taking care of me.”

She looked at Yuan Zhiming, with a softness in her eyes that maybe she didn't know.Yuan Zhiming thought, maybe this is why, he felt very close to Sister Dong as soon as he came into contact with her.

"But I don't regret it either."

"It's okay to regret, it's okay to be selfish," Yuan Zhiming said, "compared to losing words."

Sister Dong gently touched his head: "If she thought of her impulsiveness at that time, it would make you feel guilty for the rest of your life...she wouldn't have done that."

"She just didn't expect it, no one told her."

Yuan Zhiming nodded: "I know."