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"The heartbeat has recovered, hurry up and get a bag of blood!"

The scene in the room suddenly changed again, I found myself lying on an open space, the cold north wind pierced my cheeks, and the sun in the sky was emitting a pale light.

Zong Xian sat on the ground, hugging my head, with tears still in his eyes.

Suddenly, he smiled.

He touched my face, put me on the ground, stood up slowly, fell backwards, and fell into the cliff.

I screamed and opened my eyes suddenly, but a faint echo echoed in my mind: "Wait for me...wait for me...wait for me..."

"The patient's life is out of danger. After the two-hour observation period, family members can visit."

I looked around and found myself lying in the ward, surrounded by white as snow. A doctor took off his mask and let out a long sigh of relief.

He told another doctor to remove the glass shards from my arm, and then went out with the others.

My right arm was raised on a brace, and a doctor was holding a pair of tweezers to remove the glass attached to it.

Only then did I feel the burning pain from the waist up on the right side of my body, and the blood vessels on the right side of my neck throbbed, as if they might burst at any moment.

But I didn't have time to worry about it. I reached into my shirt with my left hand and touched my chest.

When the doctor saw my movements, his gaze suddenly became a little strange.

nothing?

I panicked and wanted to raise my head, but my neck was wrapped around my neck and I couldn't move.

I quickly called the doctor and asked him to see if there was a scar on my chest.

The doctor quickly put down the tweezers, untied my clothes and took a look.

"No scars...Huh? Wait, no..."

He pulled off the mask, leaned down to take a closer look, and then measured it with his hands. He was amazed: "There is a scar, which is quite long, but the color is so light that it can hardly be seen."

"How long?" I asked.

"Fifteen or sixteen centimeters."

I think that's right.

The doctor fastened the buttons for me, and continued to remove the glass shards from my arms, while I stared blankly at the ceiling and stopped talking.

After more than an hour, the doctor finished his work. I thanked him, and he smiled: "Fortunately, you are lucky, but you should drink less alcohol in the future."

I responded and watched him go out.

I think, I know what I should do.

It was already an hour later when Yan Qingchen entered the ward.

The doctor said my condition was stable, but try not to get angry in case the wound bursts.

Yan Qingchen brought me a light breakfast, but I didn't have much appetite.

Yan Qingchen advised me to eat more, but I just looked at him fixedly and told him that I wanted the new book "Light in the Snowy Night" signed by Deng Ying Ru Ge.

Yan Qingchen was silent for a long time, finally nodded, and asked me if I should inform my parents to come.

"No, it's just an accident, there's no need to alarm them." I replied, "Just give me the book that is like a song with lights."

"Is that book so important to you?" Yan Qingchen asked, "You have mentioned it several times."

"The book with lights and shadows like a song has accompanied me through the darkest years of my life, and I hope he can also accompany me through the next days."

Yan Qingchen sat on the chair beside the hospital bed and fell silent again.

I hurt my neck, and after saying these few words, I felt very tired. Seeing his silence, I also started to close my eyes and meditate.

After a long time, Yan Qingchen's voice rang in my ears again, he said: "Gu Ying, do you rather die than be with me?"

I opened my eyes and looked at him: "I thought I had made it very clear."

Yan Qingchen smiled bitterly: "I feel like a fool. I tried my best to remove all obstacles, but ignored the most important thing."

"You are an idiot." I closed my eyes again.

Yan Qingchen didn't speak any more, sat for a while, and then went out.

Two weeks later, I got the book as I wished.

Yan Qingchen told me that the first edition was sold out, this one was reprinted later, and he waited an extra week to get it.

Smelling the faint scent of ink, I thanked him, glanced at the signature on the title page, and made sure that he did not lie to me, so I turned to the page I read last time and continued reading.

Yan Qingchen peeled an apple for me, saw that I didn't pay attention to him, and sat beside him bored, answered a phone call, and left.

When Yan Qingchen was gone, I immediately closed the book and checked it carefully from inside to outside.

I hope Zong Jian can understand my hint and leave me some information on this book that I want to know.

However, I checked and checked again and again, there is no special marking in the book, or hidden text.

I stared at the signature on the title page and sighed. Sure enough, my whimsical idea would not work.

Zong Jian doesn't know me at all, how could he know what I want to know.

It seems that I have to think of something else.

I thought about it, and lost interest in reading, so I glanced at Deng Ying Ru Ge's signature again, and closed the book.

Suddenly, I felt something was wrong, the signature of Lantern Shadow Ruge was wrong!

I opened the title page again and took a closer look, only to realize that there were two parallel arcs under the signature.

The two arcs are very random, as if drawn subconsciously out of habit.

But I know that none of the signatures that Zong Jian gave me not long ago had these two arcs.

And such a signing habit cannot be changed in just a few days.

Could this signature be fake?Or is Zong Jian implying something?

I read every stroke of the signature carefully again.

Zong Jian's characters are very special, each line is like a sharp knife, wanton murderous intent, but when these murderous lines are combined, no killing intent can be felt.

I am afraid that this special temperament cannot be imitated without ten or eight years of effort.

Ten or eight years ago, Zong Jian was still an ignorant junior high school student. Who would have predicted that he would publish works under the pen name of Deng Ying Ru Ge in the future?

What's more, is the handwriting written by Zong Jian, a junior high school student, exactly the same as the handwriting written by him now?

So, what is Zong Jian implying?

Let me just think so.

However, this implication is too broad, and I can't think of what Zong Jian is implying at all.

Does it mean that Zong Xian and I are two parallel lines, although they may bend, they will never intersect?

Or is there a long Milky Way between me and Zong Xian?

Or is Zong Xian crooked?I'm crooked?Zong Jian himself is crooked?

This is equivalent to saying nothing!

I stared at the two arc-shaped parallel lines, wishing I could pull them out of the paper and tie them into a knot so that they would change from an equal sign to a cross, and then stick them on Zong Jian's forehead, telling him that this way is dead, I have a limited IQ.

Suddenly, I had a flash of inspiration.

equal sign?

This really looks like a curved equal sign!

Is this implying that I should wait quietly?

I thought of that dream again, and felt that this explanation was the most reliable.

But, if I really want to wait like this forever, can't I do anything?

I sighed, closed the book, and put it beside the bed.

I feel a little tired, close my eyes and start to rest.

The doctor who took the glass shards for me came in and changed the medicine bottle for me. He thought I fell asleep again, pushed me gently, and told me that my wound had scabbed over, and I could go out for a walk every day and feel bored all day long. In the ward, it is not conducive to bone marrow hematopoiesis.

"However, don't walk for too long, and come back to rest when you feel tired." The doctor told me again.

I thanked him, followed his advice, and pushed the infusion stand with medicine bottles to the garden behind the hospital.

A few patients were walking around the pool, some were sitting on a bench chatting, and I joined the walkers, walking slowly around the pool.

After getting tired, I went back to the ward to continue reading my novel.

"Ye Lan grabbed her backpack, quickly kissed Hong Fei, left two words, and disappeared into the heavy rain.

'wait for me! '

But since then, Ye Lan never appeared in front of Hong Fei again, and Hong Fei couldn't help but wonder if Ye Lan's parents looked down on him as a pauper and married his daughter to someone else..."

"Wait for me?" I looked at these two familiar words, and suddenly had an idea, and immediately scratched the word "wait" with my nails.

Does Zong Jian's signature mean that he hid the information under this word?

I think it's very possible.

However, I was working hard, when the door rang, Yan Qingchen came in.

I immediately stopped the movement of my hands, turned a page, and pretended to be reading.

Yan Qingchen brought me rice, two dishes and one soup, very light.

I put down the book and started eating.

After eating, Yan Qingchen packed the tableware, sat for a while and left.

He seems to be very busy these two days.

But that's exactly what I want.Even if I have nothing to do, I don't want to see him.

I picked up the book again and continued to scratch the word carefully.

However, I scratched it for a long time, and the paper was almost torn by me, and I didn't see any clues from the word falling down.

I rubbed the word and pondered for a long time.

Could it be that I thought wrong?

Zong Jian didn't give me any hint at all?

I was a little frustrated, so I put down my hand, thinking that it is better to continue reading my novel. If I continue to think about it like this, I might go crazy one day.

I continued to read the last line, and when I turned the page, I suddenly felt a red dot under the word "waiting" that I had scratched.

I took a closer look, yes, there is indeed a red dot.

I looked at my hand again, and there was no blood.

How is this going?

I looked at it, but the red gradually faded.

I couldn't help touching it with my hand, and the red was deeper again.

I felt ecstasy in my heart, and quickly pressed the blank space. After a while, I carefully let go of my hand, and a red "Ming" word suddenly appeared in the blank space under the word "waiting".

A few seconds later, the word disappeared again.

I finally understood what was going on, and hurriedly looked for the next word "wait".

After finding it, he pressed his hand on the blank space under the word, and soon, the word "and" appeared.

I excitedly continued to look back, and soon found the words "Ming", "Bing", "No", "Yes", "Tui", and "Zong".

But after these few words, nothing could be found anymore.

Obviously, Zong Jian didn't have time to finish what he wanted to tell me.