forgotten island

When Nan woke up, there was no one in the ward. In the huge ward, everything was white. Only the flowers on the bedside added a different color to the room.The room was filled with the obvious smell of disinfectant, which made Nan Qing's brain go blank for a few minutes, and he couldn't remember why he was in the hospital.

A few minutes later, he seemed to realize something, pulled out the needle on his arm, and climbed off the bed. Because he was too anxious, his left hand, which was wrapped in gauze, accidentally hit the guardrail, causing him to twitch in pain. He breathed a sigh of relief, but Nan Qing didn't care so much, even though the pain was still throbbing along his meridians, he still walked towards the door without hesitation.

The moment he opened the door, Nan Qing was stunned.

The timing just so happened.

Zhang Chengyi stood at the door and watched in astonishment, and then the expression of astonishment gradually faded, he bent down and hugged Nan Qing: "Why did you get out of bed?" Then he glanced at the potion hanging above the bed, relaxed The eyebrows tightened instantly, and his eyes fell on Nan Qing's right hand, "You pulled out the needle yourself?"

Nan Qing was injured on his hands, but his legs were intact. This posture made him a little embarrassed, so he moved: "Put me down."

Of course Zhang Chengyi refused to let him go, he took advantage of Nan Qing's stupor to hold him in his arms when Nan Qing was awake, how could he be willing to let go.

"Put me down."

Seeing that Zhang Chengyi didn't respond, Nan Qing supported his chest and pushed him, who knew that Zhang Chengyi let out a muffled snort as soon as he pushed hard, Nan Qing belatedly remembered that Zhang Chengyi's shoulder was injured, Nan Qing couldn't help but frightened Dare to move again, shrinking like a quail.

"You haven't answered me yet, what are you doing getting out of bed? Can the needle be pulled out casually?" Zhang Chengyi put Nan Qing on the bed, reached out and rang the bell.

Sitting on the bed, Nan Qing could only look up at Zhang Chengyi: "I woke up, there is no one here." He looked at Zhang Chengyi, hesitant to speak, paused for a few seconds, and said again, "I want to I know if you're okay."

Zhang Chengyi's whole body froze, his gaze was fixed on Nan Qing, and after a long time, he slowly sat down on the stool, stretched out his hand and wanted to touch Nan Qing, but he seemed to think of something, in the end he just turned around Bend, leaning against the bed: "I'm fine, you don't have to worry. It's been taken care of."

Nan Qing stared at Zhang Chengyi's hand, and there were still injuries on the phalanges.

"You don't have to worry about your hands, there will be no serious problems. It's just that the recovery may be slower."

As soon as Zhang Chengyi mentioned his hand, Nan Qing became nervous, as if he just remembered that his hand was injured: "Are you really all right?"

"Really." Zhang Chengyi nodded.

After saying these two words, the ward fell into silence. Zhang Chengyi didn't speak until the nurse came in and re-registered water for Nan Qing.

"I'm sorry." Zhang Chengyi said.

"What are you apologizing for?" Nan Qing asked suspiciously.

"Those people were sent by Ji Jing's father." Zhang Chengyi said angrily, "If I hadn't told him about Ji Jing's feelings for you, he wouldn't have investigated you, and he wouldn't have gone abroad because Ji Jing didn't cooperate. And attack you. It's because of me that you..."

As Zhang Chengyi spoke, his voice softened, the corners of his eyes were raised, and the drooping eyelashes fell on his face, like a dark scar: "It seems that my appearance has always brought you bad things. , whether it was before or now.”

"Really, Nan Qing, seeing your injuries yesterday, I really wanted to kill them, if you weren't in my arms, if your smell and temperature weren't pulling me repeatedly, I almost let them die .”

"It hurts too much. It hurts more than you rejected me countless times. It hurts more than glass piercing your body. It hurts more than that knife stabbing your shoulder." Zhang Chengyi said while clenching his hand on the bed, white The bed sheet was wrinkled by him.

Nan Qing never responded, and listened quietly.

"I think I am very selfish and bad. Seeing that you are like this because of me, I should get far away, away from your life, away from your world."

"But, Nanqing, I can't do it. Why can't I do it." Zhang Chengyi muttered to himself, he raised his head, and the end of La Song's eyes lifted, and the eyes wrapped under the eyelids, a little Appeared, red and moist, "Nanqing, tell me, what should I do, I don't know, I really don't know, I feel so uncomfortable."

In Nan Qing's eyes, Zhang Chengyi was full of guilt, self-blame, and pain. He looked at himself with a genuine questioning look, as if he was desperately eager for an answer.

Nan Qing blinked, suddenly, he thought of Zhang Chengyi when he was a child, and Zhang Chengyi from last night.

Nan Qing lowered his head to look at his left hand, and then at Zhang Chengyi's body with scars.He sighed slowly, as if compromising, but also as if releasing the air that had been pressed in his chest for a long time.

He and Zhang Chengyi have been going around for too long.

They are densely intertwined and tormenting each other.

too tired.

Nan Qing was too tired to hide, and Zhang Chengyi was too tired to chase.

After an unknown amount of time, Nan Qing raised his right hand and slowly covered Zhang Chengyi's hand and asked, "Does it hurt?" His tone was exactly the same as when Zhang Chengyi asked him last night.

Zhang Chengyi was stunned, he shook his head for a while, nodded for a while, his eyes wobbled, fell on Nan Qing's hand for a while, and fell on Nan Qing's face for a while.

He couldn't guess what Nan Qing meant, and he didn't dare to guess.

Nan Qing asked again patiently: "Does it hurt? The glass is stuck in the body, the knife is stabbed in the shoulder, Zhang Chengyi, do you hurt?"

Zhang Chengyi's hands started to go numb, and his lips trembled uncontrollably. The temperature on Nan Qing's hands permeated through the skin, penetrated into the blood little by little, and flowed to the heart little by little. He wasn't sure what Nan Qing meant, so he cautiously , shook his head tentatively.

Nan Qing's hand was a little harder, and the temperature was transmitted more intensely.

"Zhang Chengyi, it hurts to have your head hit the wall, it hurts to be slapped, and it hurts to be crushed with your feet. I'm telling the truth. So do you hurt? Zhang Chengyi?"

In an instant, Zhang Chengyi seemed to understand something. Dense liquid overflowed from his eyes. His originally moist eyes were soaked with tears, his fingers were beating with the guidance of his heart. He and Nan Qing from last night merged into one. Extraordinarily honest, he choked up and said, "It hurts, Nan Qing."

Nan Qing lowered his body and approached Zhang Chengyi little by little, but stopped within a short distance. He raised his hand and vigorously wiped away the tears in Zhang Chengyi's eyes, and said word by word: "Since it hurts, then you Remember, I will give you one last chance, and this time you have exchanged so much pain for it."

Nan Qing stared intently: "So please remember this pain well." After speaking, Nan Qing reached out and pinched Zhang Chengyi's injured shoulder forcefully, Zhang Chengyi's face twisted instantly.

Nanqing is using practical actions and words.

Let Zhang Chengyi firmly remember the price paid for this opportunity.