I'm dead again [quick time travel]

"Joe Jiu, be happy."

There was a voice next to his ear, repeating this sentence constantly, Qiao Jiu opened his eyes abruptly, and saw Li Chenzhou's enlarged face.

"Li..." Qiao Jiu opened his mouth and found that his voice was hoarse and his throat was so dry that he could hardly utter a sound.

"Don't worry, don't worry," Li Chenzhou helped him up, and took the cup by the bed: "Come, drink some water."

Qiao Jiu glanced at him. He was breathing gently into the water in the spoon with his eyes downcast. From Qiao Jiu's perspective, he could see his long eyelashes.

Under Li Chenzhou's feeding, he drank almost half a glass of water. He was really thirsty and his throat was on fire. Only after half a glass of water went down did he feel alive.

"How do you feel?" Li Chenzhou looked at him with concern: "Are you okay?"

Qiao Jiu nodded with complicated eyes.

He remembered that Li Chenzhou was not so verbose...

Li Chenzhou didn't know about Qiao Jiu's mental activities, and he was still caring about Qiao Jiu in a 360-degree manner, whether he felt uncomfortable here or there, before he finished talking, the doctor came in.

It was still the one surnamed Mu who looked at Qiao Jiu who was sitting on the bed obediently, with unstoppable surprise in his eyes.

Then came a series of inquiries and inspections.

Qiao Jiu:...

Physically and mentally exhausted, I just want to fall asleep.

He just thought about it, and fell asleep without knowing it, and slept for more than ten hours.

When he woke up, Li Chenzhou was standing beside him nervously, Qiao Jiu was frightened by his appearance: "What's wrong with you?"

Li Chenzhou smiled at him: "No..."

"Then why do you look like I'm going to die?"

Li Chenzhou: "..."

Qiao Jiu: "I'm not really terminally ill, am I? So bloody?"

"No," Li Chenzhou said, "Don't think about it, I tell you to read less novels."

Qiao Jiu paid attention to his expression. Fortunately, he didn't look like he was lying, and he really didn't have any terminal illness that couldn't be cured.

"Then why do you look like this?"

Li Chenzhou didn't answer him, but just patted his head, his face didn't change even after his hands were beaten down: "Do you want to go out to bask in the sun?"

Qiao Jiu looked out the window, the golden light shone on the grass, and it looked very warm. He looked at Li Chenzhou: "Is it okay?"

"can."

Li Chenzhou asked the nurse for a wheelchair, and then carried Qiao Jiu into it. Qiao Jiu hadn't gotten out of bed for a long time, and his legs didn't have any strength, so he could only be at the mercy of Li Chenzhou.

But he still felt weird sitting in a wheelchair, so Li Chenzhou pushed him out.

The sun poured down from the sky and fell on them unscrupulously. It was bright but not hot, and the breeze was gentle, making it very comfortable to blow.

Qiao Jiu had long forgotten his displeasure at the beginning. He was lying on the wheelchair, drowsy.

There are not many patients in the hospital, but the environment and facilities are first-class, and the family members who come and go are also very particular about their clothes. Qiao Jiu didn't have such a hospital in his impression.He was still curious about this hospital, but lying down like this was so comfortable that he really didn't want to talk.

Li Chenzhou pushed him to a lawn where the sun was the best, and it was warm on his body. Li Chenzhou sat on the stone steps beside him and watched Qiao Jiu half-closed his eyes with a satisfied face, as if the next Will fall asleep in seconds.

His hair hadn't been cut for a long time, and it was already a little long. When it was blown up by the wind, his pale face looked weaker and weaker.

Li Chenzhou was fascinated by it.

When he realized it, Qiao Jiu had almost fallen asleep, and Li Chenzhou was startled, so he hurriedly woke him up.

Qiao Jiu opened his eyes in a daze: "What's wrong?"

"Don't sleep."

I don't know if it was Qiao Jiu's illusion, but he seemed to be panicked when he heard Li Chenzhou's words.

"Ah?" But he was still a little dizzy, so he asked again: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Li Chenzhou said, "Uncle Qiao left you a letter."

Qiao Jiu's movements suddenly stopped.

After a while, he spoke with a trembling voice: "What about the letter?"

Li Chenzhou took out the letter from his pocket. The brown envelope, which had not been opened, had the word Qiao Jiu written on it in strong handwriting.

Those were written by Mr. Qiao. Looking at the familiar handwriting, Qiao Jiu felt his nose sore and almost shed tears.

He opened the envelope slowly, very lightly and carefully.

Unexpectedly, there was only one painting inside the envelope, which was drawn by Qiao Jiu when he was a child. There were three people in the painting, Mr. Qiao, Li Chenzhou, and Qiao Jiu himself.

It was a long time ago, they were still returning in spring, Li Gu had already gone out to start a business, Ke Qingyu couldn't take care of children, and the two of them had no elderly, so Mr. Qiao had to take care of them himself.Mr. Qiao was a middle school teacher in the town at the beginning. He brought Qiao Jiu and Li Chenzhou to school during class and asked them to play with balls at school.After class, I hurried out of the classroom to accompany them.

This painting depicts the scene at that time. A big stickman played basketball with two small stickmen. If this painting wasn’t drawn by Qiao Jiu, he probably wouldn’t be able to recognize what was drawn. It’s simple and messy. The lines carry all the beauty of the time when we can never go back.

Qiao Jiu's tears fell all of a sudden.

Something rushed out uncontrollably. He remembered the few days when he just learned that Mr. Qiao was not around. He suppressed all his emotions. He told himself that it would pass. It's over, this is what Mr. Qiao told him, but now, Mr. Qiao is gone.

Mr. Qiao is gone, he is alone.

It's like someone made a joke with him. In this joke, he lost not only his father, but also his mother, and his Li Chenzhou.

He lost the most important people in his life.

He stayed at home in those few days, crying brokenly, crying until he couldn't breathe, crying until his breath was choking, Mr. Qiao had said so many things to him, and explained so many truths to him, but at those times, he only had An idea, Mr. Joe lied to him.

As he said, accompany me to report to the university.

As he said, he will always be with me.

As he said, everything will be fine.

But Qiao Jiu knew that it would not get better, the scar on his heart was getting bigger and bigger, gradually inflamed and festering.

There is no expectation or confidence for the future.

Qiao Jiu was a big man who never cried a few times when he was beaten. He cried until late that night, until he collapsed on the ground, and then struggled to get up to call Ke Qingyu. The woman asked Li Chenzhou what he liked.

At that moment, only hatred remained in Qiao Jiu's heart.

He dropped his mobile phone to the ground, then ran to the kitchen to pick up the knife, only to realize when he walked to the door, the knife in his hand fell to the ground with a clatter.

Looking at the mirror on the right side of the door, he saw himself in the mirror, his face was pale and swollen, his eyes were congested and extremely red, and his face was covered with tears.

It looks so miserable.

He said to himself, Qiao Jiu, you look so miserable.

What happened later?

Later, he got this strange disease, and fell into a coma from time to time. Qiao Jiu even thought that it might be because he missed Mr. Qiao too much, but Mr. Qiao, when will he appear in his dream?

Qiao Jiu looked up at Li Chenzhou, his eyes were dim with tears, and there was still hatred that hadn't subsided.

Li Chenzhou's heart palpitated from this look, he knew that Qiao Jiu hated him.

He knew that Qiao Jiu especially hated him.

"Jiujiu," he called softly, "do you hate me?"

"If you hate me, get well quickly and stay by my side. You know, only you can torture me."

He lowered his head and kissed Qiao Jiu's forehead lightly.

The transparent sunlight shone on the two of them, Qiao Jiu closed his eyes, and tears fell from the corners of his eyes.

April on Earth