Jiangxin Poplar

In the ward, Yang Yulang, who had already woken up, looked at Han Yunzhou and the others who filed in, smiled and said to Jiang Cheng, "I'm not going to die soon, am I?"

Hearing the words, Jiang Cheng glared at him angrily: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Then why did you call so many people over?"

Xiao Yi, who was standing at the end of the bed, said, "I only called Jing Shu."

Yang Jingshu, who was supposed to arrive here first, was delayed by a few phone calls on the road, and there was no one there at the moment.

Han Yunzhou ignored his nonsense, stepped forward and touched his forehead: "The fever is gone."

"Why did it start to burn?" He Yunlin sat down by the bed, carefully looked at his face, Jiang Cheng had already stood by the window, let these people question Yang Yulang, seeing Yang Yulang's poor spirit, he was quite anxious , It's just that it's not easy to show it in front of these people.

Yang Yulang: "It's an old problem."

Standing at the back and standing the tallest, Cong Weijin glanced at Jiangcheng with an unpredictable expression, and then turned his gaze back to Yang Yulang. He is a doctor with superb medical skills, and he can roughly see Yang Yulang's condition, and he had a fever for such a long time. Coincidentally, it's hard to say that it has nothing to do with me.

"Nothing happened, right?" Cong Wei'an glanced at Cong Weijin who was standing behind, obviously pointing to something.

Yang Yulang shook his head: "No."

He Yunlin: "I'm going to Singapore in two days, come to see you today, and say goodbye by the way, don't miss me too much!"

Han Yunzhou: "It's not far away. If you want to come back, come back when you have time. What kind of sensational scene are you filming here?"

He Yunlin: "I guess it's hard to find time."

Cong Wei'an saw that Yang Yulang's illness should have nothing to do with Cong Weijin, so he returned to the cool guy he used to be. He looked at He Yunlin expressionlessly: "Are you going to send you off?"

He Yunlin: "Don't worry, this is really a sensational movie."

Han Yunzhou took an apple that Yi Feng had just washed, took two bites, and asked Yang Yulang, "Did you have breakfast? What would you like to eat?"

Yi Feng: "Aunt Li will bring porridge over in a while."

Han Yunzhou: "Really? Then ask her to give an extra one, I want to eat it too."

Cong Wei'an: "Don't make trouble?"

He Yunlin: "By the way, Yulang, you won't be able to go to the auction tomorrow, right?"

Yang Yulang: "Let Jing Shu go." Turning to look at Yi Feng, "You accompany her."

Yi Feng: "Madam will go with her, it's better for me to stay in the hospital."

Yang Yulang didn't explain, just repeated: "You go with her."

Yi Feng pursed his lips: "Okay."

He Yunlin smiled dryly, and said to Yi Feng, "Oh, my aunt can't help you with this kind of thing, it's safer for you to go."

Jiang Cheng watched from afar as they chatted about homework, work, and things that only belonged to their circle.

Cong Weijin also stood silently watching from the back, Yang Yulang was the only one in sight.

They were almost done chatting, He Yunlin glanced at his watch: "I have a meeting, and I still have a lot to prepare for going to Singapore, so let's go first."

Yang Yulang: "I wish you all the best over there in advance!"

He Yunlin: "I accept your good words."

Han Yunzhou also stood up: "I have a case in hand, it's quite tricky, it's time to find a solution."

Cong Wei'an also said, "I'll see you again."

Yang Yulang: "No, I'm fine, I'll make an appointment when I'm free."

Cong Wei'an nodded and said to Yi Feng, "Take care of him."

Han Yunzhou: "Then let's go together."

Several people walked towards the door together, staggering a bit from Weijin to make way, He Yunlin looked at him: "Brother Weijin, don't you want to go?"

Cong Weijin: "I have a few words to talk to Yulang alone."

Hearing this, Cong Wei'an immediately stood in front of him, blocking his gaze from looking at Yang Yulang, and Shuang Yun also intentionally or unintentionally stood beside Cong Wei'an, as if standing in a line.

Jiang Cheng regained his spirits, what's going on?

Cong Weijin frowned displeasedly, and he stared at Cong Wei'an with aggressive eyes: "What are you doing?"

Cong Wei'an showed no sign of weakness: "Say something in front of us."

Cong Weijin laughed angrily, with a coldness that could not be ignored in his voice: "Go away."

Do not allow from the security.

Yang Jingshu, who came late, walked to the door, just bumped into this scene, she said weakly: "What's the matter?"

The lord Yang Yulang helplessly helped his forehead: "Weian, you guys go first."

Looking back from Wei'an, he glanced at him dissatisfied.

Yang Yulang raised his eyebrows, his eyes seemed to say, "What can he do to me?"

Seeing this, Cong Wei'an turned his head and gave Cong Weijin a cold snort, and left, the people behind looked at each other, followed Cong Wei'an without knowing why.

Yi Feng didn't need to be told, he walked out very interestingly, and said to Yang Jingshu by the way: "Let them chat."

Jiang Cheng was the last one who reluctantly came out. He stood in the corridor outside the ward, crossing his chest by the door.

Since Weijin closed the door, Jiangcheng's unhappiness reached an unprecedented level.

What are they going to talk about?

Why close?

What is their relationship?

Why don't you come out?

What are you talking about for so long?

Cong Weijin wouldn't do anything to Yang Yulang, would she?

……

Yang Jingshu sat on the lounge chair in the promenade and asked Yi Feng about the situation, and occasionally turned her head to look at Jiangcheng, whose air pressure was getting lower and lower.

From Weijin's chat, they chatted for 42 minutes, which was calculated by Jiang Cheng staring at the time.

When he came out, he looked the same, but he couldn't hide the tiredness in the corners of his eyes and the deep sense of frustration that enveloped him.

Aunt Li's porridge was also delivered. Originally, Jiang Cheng wanted to use the excuse of letting him eat before he came out, but after thinking about it, he still didn't do that.

Jiang Cheng walked in quickly and saw Yang Yulang get off the bed.

"where to?"

Yang Yulang rubbed between his eyebrows: "I'll wash my face."

Jiang Cheng hurriedly put the thermos in his hand on the table, took out the toiletries sent by Aunt Li and followed him.

He leaned against the door frame to watch Yang Yulang brush his teeth and wash his face, and asked after a few times in his mind: "Brother, are you talking about work?"

"No." Yang Yulang rinsed his mouth. In fact, Yang Yulang didn't say a few words in these 42 minutes, most of them were from Weijin.

He didn't mean to say anything, and Jiang Cheng didn't want to continue asking.

After lying back on the hospital bed again, the nurse took the thermometer and took a measurement. Well, the temperature started to rise again, and it has not been two hours since it subsided.

The drip had to continue, and Jiang Cheng brought out the porridge: "You eat some first, to replenish your energy."

Yang Yulang had no appetite, but he didn't want to worry Jiang Cheng, so he could only barely eat half a bowl.

Jiang Cheng saw that there was so much left in the bowl, and frowned: "You can't just eat this." He held the bowl, "Shall I feed you some more?"

Hey……

Yang Yulang: "??"

It was only then that Jiang Cheng suddenly realized what he had said unintentionally. Damn, why did he say what was in his heart.

"If you can't take it, don't force it," Jiang Cheng acted as if he hadn't said it before, "Go to sleep, I'll call the nurse when the medicine is finished."

Yang Yulang couldn't sleep, so he asked Yi Feng to get a few books from the car, and then said to Jiang Cheng, "Xiao Yi is here with you, you can go back and see how your mother is doing?"

Jiang Cheng said reluctantly, "Brother——"

"Go back," Yang Yulang rubbed his hair, "You don't sleep all night, the dark circles under your eyes are almost as big as pandas, go back and see your mother, go to sleep if you have nothing to do, don't stay up like this, no matter how young you are. Take care of your body."

Although the words were reasonable, but Jiangcheng was full of eyes like you don't drive me away. Seeing that Yang Yulang didn't want to keep him, he could only take a step back and said, "I'll wait until your fever subsides before leaving."

The fever really subsided around noon, Yang Yulang squinted for a while, he closed his eyes and Jiang Cheng lay beside him and took a nap for a while, when Yang Yulang woke up, his eyes were still closed, his forehead was no longer hot.

He stared at it for a long time, lowered his eyes, picked up Yang Yulang's hand, put it in front of his eyes, and traced it carefully with his eyes. He carefully looked at every line and every ring of fingerprints on his fingertips as if appreciating a work of art, and gently stroked his hand. Knuckles, and traced the lines of his palm with fingers.

This is a palm that has never done rough work. Different from his rough, Yang Yulang's palm is smooth and delicate, with slender fingers and neatly trimmed nails. There is only a thin callus on the place where he holds the pen all the year round.

He looked at it for a long time, and finally clasped this palm with his own ten fingers, and then gently placed it on his chest, with the thin T-shirt attached, as if he was about to put it into his beating heart.

Yang Yulang above opened his eyes slightly, taking in every movement of Jiang Cheng from beginning to end.

He sighed silently in his heart, the bunch of words Weijin said two hours ago are still ringing in his ears, most of them are his words of apology and confession, Yang Yulang knew that he would always say these words, so he didn't interrupt him , Listening to him alone for more than half an hour.

"My fever has nothing to do with you," Yang Yulang waited until he had finished speaking, and said, "I know my own body well, you don't need to take responsibility for it, and you don't need to mention the things in the past. It's meaningless to say these things now. isn't it?"

Since Weijin intertwined his hands, his knuckles were tensed due to force, he was silent for a moment before saying: "Isn't that boy too young?"

"?" Yang Yulang glanced at him and suddenly laughed, "So what?"

"He—" Cong Weijin thought for a while before continuing, "He may not be sensible at such a young age, and you will always be the one who gets hurt in the future."

Hearing this, Yang Yulang looked at him as if he was watching a joke, with a bit of sarcasm in his eyes.

This look made Cong Weijin very ashamed, his face turned pale when he was looked at: "Yulang, even if it wasn't me, I always hoped that you would be happy."

Yang Yulang turned his gaze away: "We have long been strangers, and it doesn't matter whether we are sincere or not, don't come to me again."

When he came back to his senses, he looked at Jiang Cheng in front of him with some hesitation.

These years, he has no expectations for his love life, he doesn't want to bother with the ethereal world of love, and he doesn't want to drag others down because of his illness.He is used to the ups and downs of shopping malls, the pills scattered in front of his eyes, regular check-ups at the hospital, and single apartments...

He has long been used to being alone.