paranoia

The reminder light outside the door of the emergency room was still on red, and the three teenagers in the corridor sat side by side on the bench with their own thoughts.

The metal bench in the hospital was bitingly cold in the severe cold. Song Jing deliberately moved closer to Song Wanzhou, shrinking his body and shivering, his voice trembling, and whispered: "Brother, it's so cold."

They had been waiting outside for hours in silence.

The hot air exhaled by Song Jing instantly condensed into water mist in the cold air, splashing on Song Wanzhou's face.

After separating Song Wanzhou's folded hands and rubbing his frozen knuckles, Song Jing said, "Brother, your hands are colder than mine."

Ever since Song Wanzhou heard the news that Bai Yiyu had entered the hospital again, his hands and feet were cold, and his whole body seemed to be thrown into an ice cellar. There was no warmth he could lend to Song Jing.The only thing on Song Wanzhou that Song Jing can keep warm is the hot water in the thermos.

Song Jing drank half of it, and there was still some left. Song Wanzhou handed it to Han Junjing, and asked softly, "Brother Han, do you want to drink?"

Han Junjing only said a few words from just now until now, but he asked something about Bai Yiyu, and then he went to pay the operation fee by himself and sat beside him all the time, with his head down, without saying a word, just like a sculpture.

"Yangyang, no need, I'm not thirsty." Han Junjing wanted to smile at Song Wanzhou relaxedly as usual, but tonight, he couldn't even pull the corners of his mouth reluctantly.

Song Jing snatched Song Wanzhou's cup, and said unhappily, "It's for you." Pressing against Song Wanzhou's chapped lips, he slowly fed the hot water into it.

Song Jing's series of petty actions caught the 20-year-old Han Junjing's eyes full of childishness. He didn't have the heart to compete with him, so he patted Song Wanzhou on the shoulder, "I'm going to the bathroom."

"Brother Xiao Han" Song Wanzhou looked at his back and called softly.

"Brother," Song Jing pursed his lips lightly, "What's so good about Han Junjing, why do you call him so intimate?"

Song Wanzhou was confused by Song Jing's inexplicable jealousy, fearing that he would lose his temper again because of overthinking, he explained: "I am your brother, and he is also the brother who has taken care of me." Seeing that he was still not satisfied, he rubbed his hair.

Song Jing took Song Wanzhou's hand off, his voice hoarse, "Brother, it's different."

Han Junjing came back from the toilet with a pungent tobacco smell. Song Wanzhou touched his nose unconsciously. Looking at Han Junjing's lonely figure standing outside the door of the emergency room, the corners of his mouth curled down and he sighed silently.

He clearly remembered that Han Junjing didn't know how to smoke, and he hated other people smoking.

The lights went out, and the doctor opened the door and came out.

"Who are Bai Yiyu's relatives?"

Han Junjing walked over first, and asked anxiously, "Doctor, how is he?"

The doctor took off the mask, "It's fine for the time being, but we need to observe it for a while," sighed again, "His heart is extremely weak, and we must pay attention to the patient's emotions and life. If possible, we should decide as soon as possible. Operation."

Hearing that Bai Yiyu was out of danger, Song Wanzhou's hanging heart finally fell. He breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed his stiff back, and naturally relaxed his frowning eyebrows.

After being transferred to the general ward, Song Wanzhou wanted to stay and take care of Bai Yiyu, but Han Junjing refused.

Under Song Jing's dissatisfied gaze, Han Junjing called Song Wanzhou out of the ward, pursed his lips, and asked hesitantly, "Yangyang, has Bai Yiyu had deformity repair surgery before?"

When Bai Yiyu was hospitalized for the first time, the doctor suggested that he should have surgery as soon as possible while he was still young and there were not many complications, but he was rejected by Bai Yiyu who was awake.He told Song Kuanyu and Guan Zhiwen that he was afraid of death, so he didn't want to have an operation.There are indeed certain risks in the operation, and even the doctor cannot guarantee 100% success, but he only told Song Wanzhou the real reason.

Bai Yiyu said that the surgery fee and hospitalization fee for him and his grandma were already quite a lot of expenses. If they hadn’t been discovered in time, they might have passed away long ago. He knew that the surgery fee was not something their small family could afford. At once

Even if Song Kuanyu and his wife could easily come up with the money for his surgery, he didn't want it either.

He didn't dare, he was afraid that he wouldn't live to pay off the day.

Song Wanzhou said, "No."

Han Junjing asked some more questions about Bai Yiyu's daily habits and medication, and Song Wanzhou answered them one by one, entrusting them all to him.

When the two returned to the ward, Song Jing was leaning against the wall and staring at them.

Han Junjing ignored the gloom in Song Jing's eyes, and said gently, "Yangyang, you guys go back first."

"I'll take care of Ayu here, usually"

"No need," Han Junjing interrupted him, walked to the bed, lowered his eyes, looked deeply at the boy who hadn't woken up on the bed, with a painful expression on his face, "I owe him."

Song Wanzhou wanted to say something, but was led out by Song Jing who came over, "Brother, let's go."

Song Wanzhou had no choice but to leave, "I'll come back later."

What happened tonight, they did not inform Bai Yiyu's grandmother, she was old and in poor health, Song Wanzhou was worried that if she knew that Bai Yiyu was in the hospital again, she would not be able to bear it.

Standing at the intersection of the hospital and failing to stop a car, Song Jing said, "Brother, let's go back."

The hospital was only ten minutes away from the place they rented, and the sky began to turn white. Song Wanzhou nodded, agreeing.

"By the way, let's have breakfast." Song Jing said again, "There is a soup dumpling shop at the intersection."

It had been raining all night last night, and the ground was slippery, and the two walked back slowly.

Song Wanzhou was in a trance, he didn't pay attention to his feet, stepped on the ice and slid twice, his center of gravity was unsteady and he threw himself forward.

Thanks to Song Jing's quick eyesight and quick hands, he stopped him by the waist and blamed him softly: "Brother, you can't walk well no matter what."

"Brother, let me hold you." He said.

Song Jing's hand just took it out of his pocket, it wasn't warm at all, but it was warmer than Song Wanzhou's, and the only warmth was transmitted to Song Wanzhou's heart through the tight palm.

Going home early, Song Jing helped tidy up the dinner table.

"Brother, if I do well in the exam, will my wish be fulfilled?" He asked uncertainly.

To Song Jing, Song Wanzhou's love is like the spring water hidden in the rock, very sweet and intoxicating, just one sip can fill the tired body with energy.

Yet too little.

The rock is indestructible, and the spring water can only seep out through the cracks in the rock.

One drop at a time could not satisfy his hunger and thirst.

So Song Jing patiently chiseled along the cracks in the stone, hoping that one day he would be able to open the hole and let him drink to his heart's content.

But Song Jing feels very uneasy recently, the more obedient he is, the more Song Wanzhou isolates him, using his inherent alienation and indifference to prevent him from getting closer.

So now he urgently needs a promise to comfort his restless heart, otherwise he is afraid that he will lose control and directly destroy what he can't get.

Song Wanzhou didn't plan to catch up on sleep, he planned to go to the hospital to see Bai Yiyu after taking a shower, but he was still worried.

"Has Xiaojing thought about what his wish is?" Song Wanzhou thought for a while, "If it's too difficult, I might not be able to satisfy it."

Song Jing breathed a sigh of relief and smiled, "If it's my brother, I'm sure I'll be satisfied."

Since Song Jing said that he could be satisfied, Song Wanzhou naturally agreed, and promised that he could mention it when the test results came out.

Bai Yiyu fell into a coma for two days before fully waking up. When she opened her eyes and saw a strange environment, she hoarsely called Han Junjing's name.

Song Jing and Han Junjing were not there. Song Wanzhou, who was sitting reading a book, took Bai Yiyu's pale hand and said with relief, "Ayu, you finally woke up."

These two days, he and Han Junjing took turns guarding Bai Yiyu. Song Jing did not allow Song Wanzhou to stay overnight in the hospital at night, so he was only there during the day, and Han Junjing guarded Bai Yiyu at night.

Bai Yiyu's voice was weak and he said weakly: "Wan Zhou, am I in the hospital?

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Song Wanzhou knew what he wanted to ask, and said softly, "Brother Xiao Han only came at night, I went to see grandma, and I didn't tell her."

Bai Yiyu blinked, tears rolled down from his eyes, and his voice trembled slightly: "Wanzhou, I'm bothering you again."

What Bai Yiyu is most afraid of is to trouble others. He doesn't want to owe favors to others. He doesn't know when his illness will attack. He is afraid that he will leave suddenly and he hasn't finished paying the favor.

"Ah Yu." Song Wanzhou's eyes turned red.

Only Song Wanzhou can understand Bai Yiyu's feelings. If he is not afraid of losing, how can he be willing to bear the burden of life alone.

Song Wanzhou wiped away the tears from the corners of Bai Yiyu's eyes, and smiled gently, "Ayu, you'll get better soon, I still have a lot to trouble you for."

Friends who have known each other for many years often only need one sentence to speak to each other's heart.

Bai Yiyu nodded, and smiled through tears: "I have saved a lot of money, and I will take Wanzhou and grandma to travel together in the future."

"Take me, but don't you take Xiao Han?" Song Wanzhou smiled lightly.

Although Song Wanzhou will not stay in the hospital at night, he will chat with Han Junjing for a while before leaving.

Song Wanzhou didn't know whether Bai Yiyu revealed his heart to Han Junjing, but he would not take the initiative to ask about the relationship between the two of them. Although he didn't understand it himself, he knew that a relationship didn't need outsiders to intervene.

An unnatural blush appeared on Bai Yiyu's pale face, and he said coyly, "He doesn't seem to like me very much, so he will refuse."

Song Wanzhou had witnessed Han Junjing's careful care of Bai Yiyu with his own eyes, and also saw his tired expression.

No matter what the purpose is, Song Wanzhou thought, Han Junjing should still care about Bai Yiyu, maybe it's just that the way of expressing it is different from what Bai Yiyu expected.

"Have you asked?" Song Wanzhou asked.

Bai Yiyu was taken aback, "What are you asking?"

"Ayu, have you ever asked brother Han if he likes you?"

"Is there even a need to ask?" Bai Yiyu pouted, "It's written on his face that he doesn't like me." He was extremely disappointed.

The door of the ward was opened from the outside, and Han Junjing, who came earlier, stood at the door, frowning slightly, "When did I write it on my face?"