forgotten island

The appearance of Nan Qing made Zhang Chengyi instinctively think that he was dreaming. He stared blankly at Nan Qing, his eyes were sticky on his face, he didn't dare to make a sound, he didn't even dare to make a small movement. He was afraid that any slight reaction would shatter this dream in an instant.

Zhang Chengyi is like cotton stuffed into a doll's body, because of the appearance of Nan Qing in the dream, it becomes light and fluffy, falling into a pile of feathers, lying in the white clouds.

His eyes seemed to have substantial penetrating power, passing through the air full of the smell of disinfectant, and looked at Nan Qing's whole body. His hot eyes were full of reluctance and caution, as if to make Nan Qing a Peel off inch by inch.

Nan Qing naturally also felt this kind of gaze, but he only frowned slightly. The fingertips he poked out were warm, and the movement of touching Zhang Chengyi's forehead was gentle. He could feel the tension of Zhang Chengyi's muscles when the skin touched trembling.

"The fever is gone." After Nan Qing finished speaking, he stood up along the stool, and his fingertips moved away from Zhang Chengyi. The next second, Nan Qing's fingers were held, and Zhang Chengyi seemed to muster up great courage. He dared to stretch out his hand to grab it, but the palm of his hand was frighteningly cold because of the water hanging on it, his face was pale and melted into the white sheet, he looked at Nan Qing pleadingly: "Don't go, please, at least Don't go in my dream."

……

Zhang Chengyi was still in the dark, he never imagined that Nan Qing really appeared in the hospital, really appeared in front of him, and is still sitting by his bed, holding a bowl of porridge, looking at him.

"You, you, you..." Zhang Chengyi talked for a long time, but couldn't come up with a sentence. There was still a burning pain in his body, and when he spoke, his muscles were pulled, which made the pain even more intense.

Nan Qing didn't say much, just scooped up a mouthful of porridge, blew it lightly, and handed it to his mouth. Zhang Chengyi's eyes remained unchanged, he opened his mouth mechanically, his Adam's apple rolled, and the warm porridge flowed down His esophagus came to his stomach.

"Your uncle is looking for me." Nan Qing lowered his eyes and stirred the porridge in the bowl with his hands. The heat floated upwards along with this movement, and Nan Qing looked even more distant through the fog.

Zhang Chengyi's hoarse voice sounded: "Did he make things difficult for you?"

Nan Qing shook his head: "No."

"Then you..." Zhang Chengyi wanted to ask, then why did you come?But in the end, he only said half a sentence, and he didn't dare.

"Your uncle said that you have been calling my name." Nan Qing said, the heat of the porridge dissipated a lot, Nan Qing took another spoonful, Zhang Chengyi opened his mouth obediently.

"You don't have to do this for me. After all, your uncle is right in saying something. I did climb up on you..." Before he finished speaking, Zhang Chengyi grabbed his wrist. Even though he was sick, he was still strong. It hurt Nan Qing so much that the spoon in his hand fell into the bowl, splashing a lot of porridge.

"Don't say that, don't say that about yourself." Zhang Chengyi's face was painful, his pale face was twisted into a ball, "It's my fault, it's all my fault."

Nan Qing finally looked at Zhang Chengyi, his eyes were no longer cold, but it was no different from when he looked at others: "Let's write off the past, Zhang Chengyi." Nan Qing's gaze followed his face, and finally Staying on its gauze-covered body, his eyes moved unnaturally, "I forgive you, and I sincerely accept your previous apology. Let's live our lives together. Don't do this again... hurt yourself like this gone."

respective?

Why each?

Zhang Chengyi's hand was still holding Nan Qing's wrist, but he loosened his grip a little. He was afraid of Nan Qing's pain: "Nan Qing, you know, I..."

"Zhang Chengyi. I can only do this. Others... I can't." Nan Qing said soberly.

Yes, he can't.

He forgave Zhang Chengyi because his former self was willing.When he saw Zhang Chengyi's pale face and wounded body lying on the bed, he couldn't remain indifferent.But what he could do was to forgive, but not to start over, and it was even more impossible to accept it readily.

Zhang Chengyi's face became even paler, his hot eyes cooled down, he lowered his eyes anxiously, his slender eyebrows covered his eyes, Nan Qing couldn't see the emotion that filled them.

"Nanqing, can't you just give me a chance? Can't you have the last chance?"

Nan Qing pursed his lips. This time, instead of feeding Zhang Chengyi, he handed him the bowl and said seriously, "No."

Nan Qing's slender hands were imprinted in Zhang Chengyi's eyes. He was holding the bowl, his fingertips were red.Zhang Chengyi felt a breath of air pressure in his chest. He raised it, but couldn't swallow it. The soreness was unbearable. He stretched out his hand to take the bowl of porridge, and then raised his head like drinking. Zhang Chengyi tried to use this method to take the porridge Swallowing with a sore feeling, squeezing my chest until everything was swallowed.

Seeing this, Nan Qing stepped forward and took the bowl away: "You just woke up, don't eat in such a hurry. It will make you sick."

As Nan Qing expected, the moment Wan left, Zhang Chengyi lay down beside the bed and vomited.

"Zhang Chengyi!" Nan Qing immediately brought the trash can and patted him on the back carefully, "What are you doing so fast?"

Zhang Chengyi didn't know how long he had vomited, the back of his vomit turned into stomach acid, his eyes were red from the intense stimulation and convulsions.

"Don't clean it up, it's too dirty, call someone else to come in." Zhang Chengyi saw Nan Qing lowered his body, quickly reached out to support his arm, and then shouted to the outside, the next second the person at the door came in, Zhang Chengyi pointed, and the man immediately tidied up knowingly.

At that time, Zhang Chengyi's eyes were still red, and when he looked at Nan Qing, he looked very pitiful, as if he had cried. Nan Qing couldn't look directly into such eyes, so he turned around and poured him a glass of water, and put it on the bedside: " I'll go buy another copy for you." After speaking, he left in a hurry.

Nan Qing walked through the corridor of the hospital, walked up the descending elevator, and hurried outside, the sun was shining brightly outside, the plants showed signs of recovery, Zhang Chengyi's red eyes were still imprinted in his mind, with pleading words As if in his ears, Nan Qing clenched his hands tightly, warning himself not to be soft-hearted. He raised his head and looked at the sun like masochistic. Sober up a little.

Back in time to the previous few days.

Zhang Chengyi hadn't appeared since that day. After a few days of relaxation, Nan Qing didn't know why his heart was pounding violently, as if something was about to happen. He thought that such a peaceful day would last forever.

until……

That day, Nan Qing made a good shift with his colleagues as usual, tidied up everything, and planned to leave work with his cello on his back, but as soon as he walked out of the flower shop, three people came in front of him. The leader Nan Qing recognized who it was at a glance. He didn't stay, and walked in the opposite direction, but before he took a few steps, he was surrounded by two other people and blocked his way.

Nan Qing turned around angrily, looked at Zhang Sheng and asked, "What exactly do you Zhang family want?"

Zhang Sheng slowly approached Nanqing. Nanqing looked at him warily, and squeezed his piano bag tightly. As long as the other party had any aggressive behavior, he would smash the piano at him, but it didn't stop until Zhang Sheng stood still. In front of him, the people around Nanqing didn't move at all, only then did Nanqing realize that the people in front of him looked tired, and they had aged a lot after a few days.

"Mr. Nan Qing, I want to ask you for a favor." The old man said sincerely.

Nan Qing was taken aback.

"Can you go and see Cheng Yi." The old man continued, "He is in the hospital now."

Nan Qing's heart beat a little faster, and the bag in his hand didn't loosen. Following the old man's words, it became tighter and tighter. He withdrew his stupefaction and remained on guard: "Mr. Zhang, I think you should understand, I I don't want to have anything to do with your Zhang family, what you said that day was very clear, and I heard it very clearly, where is Zhang Chengyi? How is it? It's all about your Zhang family, and has nothing to do with me."

The old man's complexion became worse and worse following Nan Qing's words. What he said to Nan Qing a few days ago has now become something that he will regret extremely.

Nan Qing moved his body, as if he wanted to leave.

"Nanqing, Cheng Yi stuck the piece of glass into his chest."

Moved half a step and stopped.

"What I said to you, he took revenge on himself."

He couldn't move his feet no matter what, Nan Qing thought why he couldn't move.

"He left a lot of blood, and he almost pricked his own aorta."

"But now he hasn't woken up. The doctor said he doesn't want to wake up."

"He's been calling your name all the time."

"Cheng Yi, he is crying and calling your name."

"Me, I've never seen him cry."

The heart in Nan Qing's chest was beating loudly, beating hard one after another.

After the old man finished speaking, he took a step back and bent down slowly: "I'm sorry for what I said before, I hope you can go and see him, at least let him hear your voice, maybe, he will be willing to wake up. "

The old man's stooped body, hidden in the evening sun, was bent.

Nan Qing finally got in that car.

It was already very late when Nan invited, the old man dismissed almost everyone, leaving only one aunt who took care of the daily life, and then cooked for Nan Qing and sent them over, and then sent several sets of clothes and toiletries to Zhang Chengyi. The place is not like a hospital at all, but like a hotel, and the accompanying bed is very big.

Zhang Chengyi was lying on the bed with his eyes closed, his whole body had lost all color, and looked as if he was about to melt from a distance.

In fact, Nan Qing just wanted to take a look and left, but when he saw Zhang Chengyi's pitiful appearance, he stayed and obeyed the old man's arrangement.

Nan Qing walked over slowly, and came to Zhang Chengyi's bedside. He raised his eyelids, his eyes were completely contained in it, and something forbearance flickered in his pupils.

Then he asked: "Zhang Chengyi, this is how you solve the problem?"

"What exactly do you want, Zhang Chengyi?"