animal lover

While waiting, Mu Yan leaned on the chair, he thought of Jiang Yenan, the good and the bad of Jiang Yenan, and his reckless liking for Jiang Yenan.He understands that he thinks love is too simple. The word "love" to him may be just a sigh with the tip of his tongue on his lower teeth, but to Jiang Yenan, it is as important as Mount Tai.

He shouldn't provoke Jiang Yenan, he shouldn't pester him three times, and he shouldn't be reconciled after Jiang Yenan rejected him.

All of this is his own fault, Mu Yan closed her eyes, and put her hand on the left side of her chest.

At this moment, the door of the operating room opened, doctors and nurses came out, Mu Yan stood up suddenly, he took a few steps forward, but was blocked by the nurse.He leaned against the wall for a few seconds, then followed them into the ward.

When he got to the room, Mu Yan asked the doctor, who told him that he was fine now, but still needed to stay in the hospital for observation.

Muyan nodded, and asked in a low voice, "Then how long will it take for him to wake up?"

"I'll wake up when the anesthetic wears off."

After the doctors and nurses left, only Muyan and Jiang Yenan who was still asleep were left in the room.

Jiang Yenan's eyes were closed, oxygen was still inserted into his nose, and he was lying on the bed, motionless, with long eyelashes covering his eyelids, his face was very pale, and his black hair was slightly curly.

It was not as good-looking as a real person, and it was completely impossible to think of his cold and unpredictable appearance after taking the medicine. Mu Yan looked at it for a long time, then turned to pour a glass of water.

He turned back after drinking the water, and saw the sleepy man opened his eyes, he was stunned, subconsciously stepped back, and looked at Jiang Yenan vigilantly.

Jiang Yenan looked away, his eyes were filled with self-mockery, he frowned, he stretched out his hand and tore off the oxygen tube on his nose.

Muyan yelled, "This can't be taken away."

Jiang Yenan's hand paused, and he threw the thing beside the bed. The anesthetic had not completely dissipated, but he didn't feel any pain, but was very tired.His voice was hoarse and weak: "Why are you still here?"

Muyan remained silent, Jiang Yenan said again: "I thought you would leave."

"I want to go, but you..."

Before Muyan finished speaking, Jiang Yenan interrupted him, he looked at Muyan sarcastically, and said to him: "You are always like this, your heart is too soft."

Muyan bit her lower lip, Jiang Yenan was not talking, he was really out of spirits, woke up and said a few words, then fell back into a drowsy sleep.

The day faded away, Muyan didn't turn on the lights, the room was dim, he sat on the sofa, the wound on his arm was always aching, he stared at the air, heard Jiang Yenan's heavy breathing and the occasional broken and painful Raving.Muyan's body moved slightly, if it was before, he would definitely be able to step forward, hug Jiang Yenan, put his arms around his head, hold his face, give him tenderness, and make him feel at ease.

Only now, everything has changed.

There was a hurdle in his heart, a hurdle that could never be overcome.

Jiang Yenan was awakened by the pain, his entire back seemed to be split open, and his temples were swollen faintly.

He frowned, opened his eyes slowly, took a breath, endured the overwhelming pain, raised his head, and carefully looked towards the sofa where Muyan slept last night.

The couch was empty and nothing was left.

Muyan still left, early in the morning, on the plane at noon.

He ate something at the airport, walked absent-mindedly through customs, and almost ran into the person in front of him.

It wasn't until boarding the plane that Muyan was completely relieved.

He didn't rest well last night. He fell asleep as soon as he got on the plane, and fell asleep after eating something in the middle. When the plane landed, the flight attendant came to remind him to put on the safety lock. He rubbed his eyes and slowly Buckle the lock.

The local climate is colder than Xiding, so Muyan didn't have any extra clothes, so she bought a jacket at the airport and put it on.He also bought a hat and sunglasses, and put them all on, covering most of his face, leaving only his pointed chin.

He contacted the team agent and told him that he had returned to France, hoping that he would arrange for him to resume training as soon as possible.

Mu Zhengyuan had financially sponsored the dance troupe where Muyan belonged, so even though the manager had some complaints about Muyan's disappearance for no reason, he still helped him arrange it with all his heart.

Muyan felt that she hadn't danced for a long time. He was doing physical recovery exercises in the dance studio. The white gauze on his arm was very eye-catching. Several teammates came to ask him what happened, and Muyan said that he accidentally fell and injured himself.

There are many girls in the group, and everyone has a good relationship. When a girl smiled and asked why his boyfriend didn't come, Muyan forced a smile, scratched her hair, and lowered her head to tell them that she had broken up.

Everyone sighed, shook their heads regretfully, and talked to comfort Muyan.

Mu Yan squatted on the ground and pressed his legs, he stared at his ankles, looking at the traces left on them, his expression was gloomy.

He has a month to prepare, and there will be three rounds for the team to select the chief. Mu Yan has a good foundation, but is easily distracted.Before, because of love, I felt that life had another kind of sustenance, and I didn't take dancing seriously.But now, after going around in circles, he still came back here.

There is no love in this world where someone abandons himself for someone else, and if he is forced to give up something, it will probably be like that, and it cannot last for a long time.

Muyan still thinks of Jiang Yenan, and sometimes she thinks of this person while walking, thinking about what he will be doing at this moment, whether his injuries are healed, and how his mental state is.

But more often, he would see Jiang Yenan in his nightmares.

That was the worst experience, the former dream lover became the current dream ghost.

He screamed and cried in one dream after another, the venue was eternal, the narrow and cloudy blue attic, the wind was hitting the glass windows, and there was a humming sound, like a baby crying in the middle of the night.

After that, he became afraid to sleep.

I went to see a psychiatrist, and the doctor said it was PTSD.

Muyan felt that she had always been quite healthy in her heart, but when she first heard this, she was a little dazed.The doctor asked him if he had encountered any bad things, Muyan shrank her neck when she thought of the attic, but shook her head and said no.

The doctor's expression was a bit subtle, Mu Yan avoided this matter, he just wanted to be able to fall asleep now, he needed a good mental state to participate in the chief selection.The doctor asked him to come for a follow-up visit every week, but he absent-mindedly did not answer, but asked the doctor to prescribe some sleep aids for himself.

Under the effect of the drug, Muyan slept peacefully for a few days, but his body quickly adapted to the drug, and after a few days, he suffered from insomnia all night again.He stared at the ceiling in a daze, the lights from the car outside the window flowed through the wall through the cracks in the curtains, and he counted the beats of the music until dawn.

During daytime training, because Muyan didn't have a good rest, she twisted her ankle while doing a twist, fell directly to the ground, rolled a few times, and hit the ground with the back of her head, making a loud muffled sound.His teammates were all terrified, they hugged him, surrounded Muyan in a huge cloud.

Mu Yan felt breathless, so he waved his hand, and everyone dispersed.

He was helped up, with black shadows still flashing in front of his eyes, someone asked him how he was, Muyan said he was fine, but just after he finished speaking, he felt nauseated in his stomach, pushed away the crowd, and ran to the toilet.

He stumbled and ran to the bathroom, lying on the sink and retching, all he vomited out was his breakfast.He pulled away the water, patted his face with water, Muyan took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and lay down on the pool in a daze for a long time.

Since his fall that day, his symptoms have not improved, and he often suffers from nausea and vomiting.

It was about to be selected, but his physical condition was worrying, and his agent asked him to go to the hospital for examination.

Mu Yan was lying on the wooden floor of the dance room, with a large mirror on the left side, he looked sideways, and saw himself in the mirror, with a pale and swollen face, in such a poor condition that he wished to take another look.

The manager frowned at him, sighed suddenly, and said with a strange expression: "You look like my pregnant wife now."

Muyan was taken aback for a moment, shivered, and sat up abruptly, her face paler than before.

The next day, he went to the hospital for a comprehensive examination. His physical condition was indeed not very good, with hypoglycemia and hypokalemia, and the previously injured ankle also had relapsed symptoms.But Muyan didn't care much about these things, they can all be cured, he directly turned to the end, staring at that page, and then suddenly heaved a sigh of relief.

That page showed that he was not pregnant.

It was like going from death to life, with the body relaxed in the chair, staring at the report, but tears fell for no reason.

Obviously before, he was still jumping with joy for that new life. At this moment, in the French hospital, he was huddled in a corner alone, staring at the non-pregnant column, and he was relieved by his deformed body. in one breath.

The last round of selection competition for the chief of the dance troupe was in autumn, when the autumn leaves in Paris were colorful and the streets were covered with withered yellow leaves, which were swept away to form a hillock.

Mu Yan rode a bicycle across the Seine to the theater where they were performing.

The car stopped in the theater, and Mu Yan bent down and buckled the lock.

It was a big morning, and there was no one around, the sun swirled and fell on his shoulders, he locked the car, raised his head, and when he turned around, his pupils shrank, and his footsteps froze in place.

A few steps away, the light and tree shadows are intertwined, and the mottled layers fall down one after another.Jiang Yenan's face was flickering in that halo, he was holding a silver cane and pointing it to the ground, wearing a white shirt and high-tailored suit, he walked slowly towards Muyan step by step.