20 billion year old boyfriend

He really wanted to collapse to the ground, but he didn't have the strength to fall down, he just stood there in a daze.

The big housekeeper comforted him: "Mr. Si, everything is over. In Ying's house, you will not be hurt any more."

It's a pity that Ying Yu Chu lost his soul, just like the small building that was burnt to nothing but an empty shell, walking in the dark night, he was destined to be rotten by the wind.

He groped his way back to the small building, where there were still red embers emitting heat, and everyone dispersed after putting out the fire. He sat on the open space in front of the building, the firewood crackling slightly.

It seems that there are two children sitting there, the elder one is adding wood to the fire, the younger one is curled up there to sleep, the older one holds him in his arms, and the two of them keep warm.

Listening to the sound of the fire, they set off at dawn.

The wind blows the wildfire and blows away his face.Deep in his consciousness, he couldn't see Jiang Jishan's appearance clearly, but he knew that he was the only light.

A surge of emotion overwhelmed him.

Ying Yuchu wanted to breathe more and more slowly, and then he became even more out of breath. He suddenly understood why Ying Wangfeng didn't punish him. The most painful punishment is not the physical torture, but the torture of the soul.

Ying Wangfeng came back the next night with news.

It only said that Jiang Jishan was out of danger for the time being, but did not mention the specific circumstances.

Unexpectedly, Ying Yuchu didn't ask.

Ying Changjie was ordered to go on a two-day trip to the ice room to refresh himself. After he came out, he went to see Jiang Jishan once. Chuan Hao and Yuzhen went with him, but Ying Yuchu didn't go.

He fumbled for Braille in his new room, listened to obscure equations and ancient texts, kept his ears shut and read only sage books.

Regarding his eyes, Ying Wangfeng has consulted world-renowned ophthalmologists, but they all said that there is nothing they can do. With the current level of medical care, only prosthetic eyes can be transplanted to solve the appearance problem, but cannot really restore the eyesight.

Regarding eye problems, Ying Yuchu seems to have never thought about it. He knows that it is no longer possible to see the light in this life.

Biology also told him that mammalian nerve cells cannot regenerate, not to mention that he has been blind for many years.

Until that year, when Ying Yuchu was 15 years old, a doctor came to him and said that he could do an eyeball transplant for Ying Yuchu. vision.

It seems that an ancient man said that he could fly to the moon with a horse-drawn carriage. The butler passed this ancient man’s idea to Ying Changjie who was in charge of the villa. Go back to the moon."

Fortunately, "Doctor Gu" uttered a name in time to avoid being thrown back to the moon in embarrassment.

"Jiang Jishan?"

"Yes, Mr. Jiang asked me to come." Thanks to Jiang Jishan, the doctor was able to enter the hall. He pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose. His black and white eyes looked like a junior high school student, with baby fat on his face, and his pants were a bit long , rolled two rolls at the ankles, those hands looked like a doctor's hands, with slender and clean fingers, clear veins, and a medicine box.

Ying Changjie stared at him with sharp eyes for 10 minutes. The doctor's face changed abruptly from white and tender buns to stir-fried fresh shrimps, and he almost smoked on the spot.

Ying Changjie asked him to call Jiang Jishan. Since he visited the military hospital once, he never got in touch with him again. He didn't even know whether Jiang Jishan was dead or alive, but he never forgot this person.

"Hi, I'm Jiang Jishan." The voice over the radio became low, and Ying Changjie suddenly remembered that Jiang Jishan must be 20 years old.

"Jiang Jishan, when did you enter the mental hospital? Where did you find the patients?" Ying Changjie ignored the doctor's wide eyes.

"I was burned by fire back then, most of my body tissues were necrotic, and the attending doctor said it was impossible to recover..." Jiang Jishan was unmoved, his tone was flat, but Ying Changjie's face finally became serious.

Of course, what Jiang Jishan told was not the story of the "mental hospital", but the recovery from the burn.

The phone call went on for 5 minutes, and Ying Changjie's face became more and more serious. He didn't seem to come back to his senses until he hung up the phone, but it took 5 minutes to regain his senses. He said slowly: " Jiang Jishan said, I hope you recover soon."

Dr. Z followed his gaze and turned his head, and saw a young man sitting on the wooden steps at the door. Under the sun, his black hair was like golden ripples. His eyes were closed, which was enough to astonish people's vision.

But he ignored Ying Changjie. Doctor Z felt that this person had really not recovered.

Ying Wangfeng has the final decision on this matter. He considered for three days before agreeing to allow Ying Yuchu to perform this "advanced" operation. In fact, Dr. Z felt that these three days were only used to investigate himself, and it was more likely that It is used to find out Jiang Jishan.

Dr. Z thinks the Ying family members are weird.

When it came time for the operation, Ying Yuchu still hadn't recovered from it. He seemed to be living mechanically for three days in a state of extreme shock.

It wasn't until he was about to be pushed onto the operating table that he said the first sentence: "Whose eyes belong to?"

"What?" Dr. Z was dumbfounded, and it took a while to realize: "No, you misunderstood, these are artificial eyeballs, not real human eyeballs. Uh, do you think it's real?"

It wasn't until the anesthesia took effect that Ying Yuchu really realized that he was about to see the light—is the sun far away from him?

What he believed in was not the extremely difficult nerve splicing operation, let alone Dr. Z, he just believed in Jiang Jishan.

It took half a month to remove the gauze. During this half month, Ying Yuchu's heart calmed down. This calmness may be to restrain the subconscious restlessness, but no matter what kind of emotion it is, it all comes down to one thought. I want to find Jiang Jishan, stand under the sky where he is standing, and see the shadow cast by the sun on his shoulders. If possible, he will stand in the direction where the shadow casts, and look at him in the dark, and will be more careful.

This kind of thinking continued to grow wildly for half a month. He felt that he was not greedy, but just wanted to see this person who had influenced his life.

Friendship, family, and love don't matter. When emotions grow violently, putting on a name seems pale instead.

When the gauze was removed, Dr. Z asked him to go to sleep first and open his eyes when he woke up in the middle of the night, so that the irritation would be much less, otherwise he would not be able to adapt for a while.

Ying Yuchu didn't wake up in the middle of the night. He slept four hours longer than originally planned. When he woke up, the curtains were covering the sunlight, the room was dark, and the octagonal ceiling lamp with lotus patterns was not turned on. In contrast to his silence, Braille is densely pasted on the blank walls, and the beige sofa looks like a cake.

When the world of color drifted into the eyes, Ying Yuchu subconsciously raised his hand to cover his eyes, as if these things were monsters from another world.

Someone ran in from the outside. Ying Yuchu turned his head and saw a bun-faced man wearing glasses. He was a little short with flushed cheeks. This was Dr. Z.

Doctor Z was also looking at him, staring blankly. A pair of eyes can change a person drastically.The previous Ying Yuchu was just a handsome young man, but when his eyes became bright and his brows changed, everything changed completely.

The water is finally flowing, the clouds fly over the mountains, the sunflowers are ignited by Van Gogh's fire, and the ice age is broken by meteors from the sky.