Two slow-moving people fall in love

A wild fruit fell to the ground and rolled down the slope into the stagnant water beside the road.

Ye Yunyi strolled along the path, enjoying the rare coolness after the heavy rain.

"Ayi!" A brisk voice sounded from the front.

He raised his head and saw Han Xuan walking backwards with his hands behind his back ten steps away.

There was a shallow puddle behind him, he avoided it nimbly, raised his head and smiled at Ye Yunyi: "If you don't come, I don't want you anymore."

Ye Yunyi's heart tightened, and she hurriedly said, "Han Xuan, I didn't mean to—"

"I know." Han Xuan picked up a small green fruit, held it in his hand and looked at it, as if he liked it very much.

Ye Yunyi took a few steps, but found that the distance between them hadn't changed, so she couldn't help saying: "Han Xuan, come here first."

As if Han Xuan didn't hear it, he just threw the little wild fruit away and waved at him.

"If you don't come, I'll leave first."

"Han Xuan." Ye Yunyi had a bad intuition, and hurriedly ran to him: "Han Xuan!"

Han Xuan didn't look back, and walked away with a trace of determination.

In the alley that was not clearly visible ahead, the sound of a motorcycle starting could be heard faintly.

Ye Yunyi was shocked, and then opened his eyes.

The pale light shone on him, he looked left and right, there was no one in the aisle of the hospital, a young nurse was guarding in the ICU, Lin Zhong was not there, maybe he went out for something.

He gradually came to his senses, stepped forward and looked in through the glass.

The old man's thin body was pressed under the quilt, with no ups and downs visible, only the instruments on the side recorded his still stable life.

"Just get through tonight," the doctor said before leaving.

Ye Yunyi sighed silently, and sat back on the cold chair.

His mobile phone lit up with the movement, showing unread messages not long ago.

Han Xuan: [The recording time has been confirmed, 8.17, in Studio No. [-]. 】

It was past one o'clock in the morning, and he hadn't slept yet.

Ye Yunyi stared intently at the line of words, and after a while, typed "OK" on the phone.

After dawn, the doctor came for a checkup.

"It's out of danger," said the doctor.

Lin Zhong's face was still cold, but Ye Yunyi could feel that he was relieved.

"You go back first." He turned his head to Ye Yunyi and said, "Catch up on your sleep, come and replace me in the afternoon."

Ye Yunyi agreed, and waited for He Qingyun to be transferred out of the ICU before going back to the Lin family.

Aunt Zhuang was leading Ah Ying to work in the kitchen, when she turned her head and saw Ye Yunyi, her eyes immediately turned red.

"Young Master Ye is back." Her voice was choked with sobs, and she forced herself to say hello: "Mr. He, Mr. He, are you okay?"

Ye Yunyi reassured: "It's out of danger, Lin Zhong is guarding at the hospital, I'll replace him in the afternoon."

"Okay, okay..." Aunt Zhuang murmured and nodded, glanced at the casserole on the stove, and hurriedly called Ye Yunyi who was about to go upstairs.

"Young master Ye and the young master didn't eat anything, I made scallop porridge, can I send a bowl to Young Master Ye?"

Ye Yunyi didn't have any appetite, she waved her hand and said, "No need, I'll sleep for a while."

Aunt Zhuang looked at him worriedly: "If this continues, I will be exhausted."

"It's okay, I don't have much appetite now." Ye Yunyi said, "Someone send it to Lin Zhong."

He wanted to smile at the old man, but he couldn't, so he just nodded and walked into the room.

Someone had already placed the hot water, and Ye Yunyi washed away the smell of the potion, her tense nerves were finally relaxed, and she felt sleepy almost the moment she lay on the bed.

He took a look at his phone, and it was less than seven o'clock in the morning.

At this time, according to Han Xuan's habit, he should already be preparing breakfast.

He went to bed so late last night, and he didn't know if he had a good rest.

He came to the house built on the island again, with Han Xuan.

The floor-to-ceiling windows of the living room were half opened, and the gauze curtains were raised high with the sea breeze, exposing the person by the window.

Han Xuan sat on the sofa with his knees hugged and looked at him with a smile.

"Why are you standing there?" He said, "It's windy, come here quickly."

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"It's really salty!"

Ye Yunyi walked towards him, stood in front of him and stretched out her hand.

Han Xuan tilted his head and put his arms around his neck: "What's the matter?"

"Your feet are inconvenient." Ye Yunyi said, "I'll carry you upstairs."

He hugged him, and was about to straighten up when he suddenly felt his neck sink, and his whole body was pulled down.

A pair of soft lips moved up and pressed against his.

Ye Yunyi raised her eyes, and saw Han Xuan's eyes staring at him without blinking or hiding, those eyes were dark and dark, like a vortex surging under the calm water.

Han Xuan's legs lifted up and wrapped around his waist silently.

Without even thinking about it, he grabbed Han Xuan's ankle with his backhand, "Your foot injury hasn't healed yet, don't move around."

Han Xuan frowned slightly in dissatisfaction, bent his knees and pressed against his lower abdomen: "What kind of foot injury?"

"The sprain just now..."

"No." His foot moved in Ye Yunyi's hand: "Look, no one was injured."

Those feet were thin and white, beautiful in shape, really in good shape, and very beautiful.

Ye Yunyi looked at it in surprise, but didn't respond for a while.

Han Xuan curled his lips, and kicked his lower abdomen repeatedly: "What's wrong with you, don't you want to carry me upstairs?"

"you……"

"Hug me."

His tone was angry and resentful, and he looked straight into Ye Yunyi's eyes, as if he was carrying two annoying hooks.

Ye Yunyi's breathing became heavier, and his body was slowly changing.

Han Xuan obviously realized it too, and raised his hand to slowly stick it up.

"Ye Yunyi, Ah Yi." He called out dreamily, "Hold me."

……

Ye Yunyi woke up at the same time as he released it from his hands.

His body was sticky, nothing but sweat.

The mobile phone placed aside rang.

Han Xuan: [how is uncle? 】

He took a deep breath, replied "It's stabilized", and hurried into the bathroom.

When he came out again, there was another message on the phone, just three words.

Han Xuan: [That's good. 】

Aunt Zhuang was standing in front of the stage chopping minced chicken, when she heard someone coming downstairs, she hurriedly wiped her hands and went out: "Master Ye going to the hospital now?"

Ye Yunyi stood in the living room with a strange expression on her face: "Yes, what's wrong?"

Aunt Zhuang took a food box from the kitchen, and it didn't look light: "Master Ye, please take this too. I packed some pea yellow and porridge, and cooked a cup of sweet soup for Mr. He."

When "Mr. He" was mentioned, the old lady's eyes became wet again: "Every time Mr. He is sick and uncomfortable, and can't eat, he can drink a few mouthfuls of sweet soup..."

Ye Yunyi took it, and hugged her in his arms: "When my uncle wakes up, let Lin Zhong feed him."

Aunt Zhuang nodded and sent him to the car with red eyes.

When they arrived downstairs in the hospital, Ye Yunyi's cell phone rang.

Lin Zhong: 【Come to the hospital. 】

His heart skipped a beat.

The door of the ward was ajar, and there was no one in the corridor, except for Lin Zhong who leaned against the wall silently.

"What's wrong?" Ye Yunyi asked, he looked in through the crack of the door, but couldn't see clearly.

Lin Zhong raised his head and glanced at him, with a bad expression on his face: "My dad is awake."

"Did you see it? How did you say it?"

Lin Zhong stared at the door of the ward in front of him, without speaking.

Ye Yunyi waited for a while, but when she didn't hear back, her tone became severe: "Speak! What's the matter with you? You are what my uncle wants to see the most when he wakes up. What are you doing standing here—"

"Brother." Lin Zhong interrupted him suddenly.

His voice was hoarse, his eyes were bloodshot, and there were two thick blotches of black under his eyes. He was usually a sharp and sharp person, but when he looked at Ye Yunyi, he was helpless and dazed.

Ye Yunyi felt worse and worse.

Hearing that Lin Zhong was silent for a long time, he opened his mouth in a low voice.

"...he doesn't know me anymore."

After He Qingyun woke up, he showed abnormal indifference to the surrounding environment. He resisted all physical contact, and he couldn't recognize Lin Zhong's voice at all, looking restless and anxious.

The instrument showed that there was no obvious damage to his brain, and the congestion had already been ruled out.

After various examinations, the doctor had no choice but to tell Lin Zhong that maybe he should ask a psychiatrist to see him.

Lin Zhong was furious, grabbed the doctor's collar and almost made a move, but was stopped by Ye Yunyi who arrived in time.

Everyone in the Lin family was in danger, and no one dared to stay in front of Lin Zhong for a second longer.

Fortunately, this situation only lasted for a day and a half, and on the morning of the third day, He Qingyun finally got better.

When the old man called out "Xiao Zhong" indistinctly, everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

Ye Yunyi sent the doctor out, turned back to the ward and said, "While my uncle is asleep, go back and tidy up. You haven't showered for three days, and you've tasted good."

Lin Zhong stayed by the bed for the past few days, his eyes were bloodshot and his beard stubble appeared, he looked quite embarrassed.

He wiped his face, looked at the person on the bed with nostalgia, turned and left the ward.

Ye Yunyi sat down on the sofa opposite the bed and exhaled deeply.

In fact, he was also very tired. For the past two days, Lin Zhong had been in the hospital with all his body and mind, while he had to take care of the Lin and Ye families, and at the same time, he had to keep an eye on Huang Shiping's movements.

Considering the overall situation, it is inevitable to ignore some minor details.

He closed his eyes, called up a number on his phone, and sent a message.

There was a reply soon. First, there was a photo. On the screen, Han Xuan was carrying a bag of vegetables, and walked into the community with Wang Haoran with a smile. The scratches on his arms were shallow and scabbed, and they were faintly visible under his sleeves. It's hard to hide the ferocity; another document, the electronic version of Han Xuan's medical records, records Han Xuan's wound recovery in detail.

Ye Yunyi zoomed in on the photo, and rubbed her fingers on the face that was not very clear. After many times, she seemed to be able to feel the real temperature of that person through the screen.

He thought of that dream again, and Han Xuan in the dream calling him softly: "Ayi."

He said, "Ah Yi, hug me."

The voice was still trembling, as soft as catkins when the wind blows in April, fluttering across his heart.

"..."

Ye Yunyi's breathing was a little messy, his fingertips were hot, and he pasted the pretty face on the phone.

I really want, I really want to go back to him immediately.