Years of love

Zhou Luo stood at the gate of the school and collected himself. He rubbed his hair and face fiercely, and squatted on the side of the road silently.

Cheng Ye next to him didn't have time to worry about his current state, so he took out his mobile phone and quickly called the police.

Zhou Luo looked at the intersection with people coming and going, he was upset by the noise, his heart seemed to be beating in his ears, the sound was so loud that he always felt uneasy about falling down, and had many bad thoughts It appeared in his mind like a movie, and it had to be a 3D movie, which made him dizzy for a while.

He pulled Cheng Ye's clothes and stood up slowly, put aside the unnecessary chores in his mind, and began to screen the places where Yan Qi might go.However, no matter what he thinks, no matter how he comforts himself, his rationality will tell him that Yan Qi will definitely not refuse to answer his phone call. With this premise, all subsequent guesses come to nothing.

He stared at the phone tightly.

Yan Qi judged from the man's breathing and actions that he was already injured.

If not, he probably has no chance of winning.

The man was like a doped beast, very excited, baring his fangs in the dark, reaching out to grab Yan Qi's underwear, Yan Qi resisted the pain and blocked it with a backhand, picked up a bag of garbage beside him and threw it at him throw on the head.

Yan Qi saw the right moment, managed to stand upright from the man's sight blocked by the trash, and ran towards the entrance of the alley.

But the man's reaction speed was still very fast. He tilted his body to the right, swiped his right hand, and directly flew over Yan Qi's body and threw himself on him. He rubbed his body indiscriminately.

Yan Qi's consciousness was a little slack, and his eyes were slightly opened. After a while, he quickly opened his eyes wide. He stretched his arms and fumbled on the ground, picking up a long nail that fell next to him.

He could only smile wryly, admiring that he was a bit lucky, so he clenched the nail with all his strength and stabbed at the man's back, regardless of where he could reach, regardless of whether it would lead to an immeasurable tragedy.

The man yelled and fell off of him.

Yan Qi didn't hesitate for a moment, jumped up and ran to the side, and lifted up the crooked waistband of his trousers again, but just now he used his left hand to stab the nail, and his strength was not that great, the man slowed down after a while, and caught up with him again .

Yan Qi felt that he should strengthen the strength of his left hand, otherwise it would become a weak point in fights.

At this time, I can clearly and rationally discover my own shortcomings, which shows that the situation is not that bad.

Yan Qi thought of some countermeasures.

When he was thrown down by the man again, the man cut open his pants with a watermelon knife two or three times, Yan Qi felt his thigh was cold, and realized that the knife must have scratched his skin.

However, Yan Qi's reaction was fast enough. He found that the nail was inserted/into the man's waist, and he hadn't pulled it out in time, so he quickly raised his palm, with a ferocious face, and slapped the naked/exposed nail viciously. On the nail on the outside of the man's skin.

This time, he didn't just think about running away because of the man's screams of pain. He stared at the watermelon knife in the man's hand with red eyes. He was short of breath, and snatched it from his hand without the slightest hesitation. He stabbed it accurately. on his lap.

He could have stabbed his heart, his neck, and his lower body impartially, but he didn't, because the moment he stabbed, he thought of Zhou Luo.

He suddenly understood why he was so attached to Zhou Luo.

When life and death are on the line, I can always figure out some things that are usually innocuous.

He pulled out the knife, his ears automatically filtered out the man's cry, he took out his mobile phone from his pocket, turned it on calmly, and sent a location to Zhou Luo's WeChat.

Just as he was sending the message, the man froze like a dying lamb. He raised his hand and threw himself around to attack Yan Qi. He punched Yan Qi twice.

Yan Qi fell straight to the ground together with the exhausted man. Fortunately, his back was padded by his schoolbag so that he didn't directly seriously hurt the back of his head, but there was still a loud "bang", which made his eyes dizzy.

This time, Yan Qi didn't wait for any reaction from his body, resisted the feeling of wanting to vomit, got up and took the dagger and stabbed the man's foot.

He threw the watermelon knife into the trash can next to him, shook his head, looked up at the sky and the earth forming a oppressive blackness, and didn't know what to think.

Yan Qi lay on the ground and stopped moving, his rapid breathing gradually slowed down, he used some strength and began to crawl towards the way he came.

The more he crawled, the more he felt chills all over his body. He turned his head and looked at the man several times. Although the blood was about to break through the sky cap just now, the coldness still climbed up along the spine when he came back to his senses. cold sweat.

The air pressure was like a piston, and it bounced out of Yan Qi's ears, and the voice in his ears began to be clear, and the first thing he heard was a shrill siren.

Yan Qi closed one eye, staring at the light from the weak light source at the entrance of the alley, red, blue, and white.

Zhou Luo followed behind the group of people, Yan Qi couldn't see his expression.

He buried his head under his arms and smiled, but he was really embarrassed.

"Two days ago, some people witnessed this fugitive criminal and let him escape when the police arrested him. The injuries he already had on his body were left at that time." Officer Zhang said: "If he didn't carry the wounds , Today’s consequences are really unimaginable.”

Zhou Luo was sitting on a chair outside the operating room, holding a cup of instant coffee poured for him by the police with one hand, and the other bloody hand seemed to have been pulled out of the bone, hanging limply on the side of his leg, never From Guang's eyes, it could be seen that he did not listen to Officer Zhang's words.

"Thank you, officer. I'm sorry to trouble you." Cheng Ye stuffed a pack of cigarettes to Officer Zhang, and Officer Zhang stuffed it back to him. The two of them played drums for three rounds. Just when Cheng Ye was about to help him light a cigarette, he sighed helplessly. He took a deep breath: "The hospital does not allow smoking."

Cheng Ye was stunned, smiled and put the cigarette back.

"Yan Qi's trauma isn't too serious. What's more serious is that the doctor said that he might have a slight concussion. We don't know where Yan Qi's head is injured yet. We'll have to see how the surgery works." Officer Wang's expression was a little serious: " Fortunately, although the case happened in a dark and narrow alley, it is near the city after all, and the surrounding surveillance system is perfect, so we can call it out in a while to check what happened."

Zhou Luo stared at the bright marble floor, but didn't respond.

He didn't dare to recall the scene he saw an hour ago. The moment the flashlight passed by, he could only feel a white light explode in his brain like a lightning strike, and he couldn't react. Can't even move my legs.

It was Cheng Ye who ran over with the police and picked Yan Qi up from the ground.

Before getting into the police car, Zhou Luo didn't even touch Yan Qi, he was far away from Cheng Ye, neither looking nor feeling.

When the ambulance arrived, Yan Qicai felt the burning pain in the wound because of the movement of being roughly carried on the stretcher. He frowned slightly, called brother, and soon lost consciousness again.

Cheng Ye watched as the car door was closed tightly by the medical staff.

"You can stay with him." Cheng Ye sighed and moved his tense shoulders: "Family members are allowed to accompany him."

dependents?These two words made Zhou Luo close his eyes.

He's a fucking family member.

Cheng Ye saw that he was still about to say something, and suddenly felt like a ball of cotton was stuffed in his throat, and he felt very suffocated.

For so many years, it was the first time he saw Zhou Luo like this.

In Zhou Luo's impression, he will try his best to satisfy everyone in everything, not to mention how excellent he is, but at least no one else will find fault.

Zhou Luo has always been strict with himself. Although Cheng Ye hadn't had a deep talk with him, he always felt that Zhou Luo was carrying something on his back.

Humility, humility and self-abasedness, Cheng Ye heard Zhou Luo's heartfelt feelings during his few drunken experiences.

My existence has troubled too many people.

So he chose the major that Zhou Xun had chosen for him, agreed to go abroad to study in university, and took over Yuanli. He couldn't act pampered to his parents like other children, because no one had the obligation to support him.

No grandparents, no uncles.

He saw his shadow in Yan Qi.

That's why he desperately wanted to rush over.

dependents.Zhou Luo probably thought that he would never be worthy of using these two words to describe his relationship with Yan Qi.

Cheng Ye was leaning against the wall, it was almost morning, he moved two steps towards the window, lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth.

Cheng Ye woke up, almost fell asleep just now.

"Go back." Zhou Luo suddenly said to Cheng Ye, "I'm fine."

Cheng Ye turned his gaze out of the window and ignored him.

Let him go now, he is not at ease.

About an hour later, Cheng Ye crossed his arms in front of his chest, leaned his head on the back of the chair, and fell into a light sleep.

Zhou Luo has always maintained a posture, and he feels that it is very laborious to move.The red light board was a bit dazzling in front of him, but he still had to look up from time to time.

When I saw it for an unknown number of times, the light board went out.

Zhou Luo straightened up abruptly, as if a nail had been driven into his buttocks. Cheng Ye was so frightened by his reaction that he nearly rolled off his chair.

The doctor came out of the operating room, visibly tired, stretched his neck, and smiled at Zhou Luochengye: "It's okay, just a slight concussion, and all the skin injuries have been taken care of."

Zhou Luo breathed a sigh of relief, he felt his body go weak, and immediately leaned over to Cheng Ye.

"But..." the doctor took off the mask and said in his hand, "The child has been having a high fever before, didn't your family members notice it?"

Zhou Luo was stunned, and Cheng Ye hurriedly asked, "Fever? How could Yan Qi have a fever?"

"Recently, the flu has been very serious, especially in crowded places like schools. In the future, you should pay more attention to your child's physical condition, especially psychologically. This kind of thing will more or less cast a shadow on your child, especially It's when you see a wound on your body that hasn't healed," the doctor said.

Cheng Ye said a few words of thanks symbolically, and watched the white coat disappear in the direction of the nurses' station. At this time, Yan Qi was pushed out of the operating room by several nurses. All he could see was his face, and a piece of gauze was pasted on it, which seemed to cover most of his face from a certain angle.

"If you have anything to do, just press the remote control on the bedside, and we will come over to check immediately." The little nurse said.

Zhou Luo nodded, bent down and tucked Yan Qi's quilt up to his chin.

"Let's go." Zhou Luo smiled at Cheng Ye: "I'm really fine, I've been relieved of something just now."

"Okay, I've been watching the unit these few days, you don't have to worry too much, remember to take a long vacation for Yan Qi." Cheng Ye patted him on the shoulder, hesitated, and continued: "Zhou Luo, don't let yourself Too tired."

"I know what you mean." Zhou Luo sat on the chair next to him and leaned his head back: "But I really don't have time to think about it."

Cheng Ye wanted to sigh, but he felt that he had sighed too much today. He forgot where he read that people sighing too frequently is a sign of aging, so he took a deep breath and left the ward without saying anything. .

The yard outside the window was very quiet, and a few cicadas could be faintly heard.

It was almost late autumn, Zhou Luo squinted his eyes and looked at the ceiling, sleepiness was eroding him little by little.

He didn't know when he fell asleep, but he only knew that he didn't stand up until the doctor came to make rounds, and he bared his mouth in pain.

Stiff neck.

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