At dawn, the sky is like white paper soaked in water, revealing the gray color that will fester at any time.
Mo Jian was watching, quietly looking at the gray color mixed with despair above him. Perhaps except for his weak breathing, he was no longer any different from a corpse at this moment.
Stinging pain, arms, the separated blood is restless as if it will break out of the body at any time.
However, he seemed to have lost consciousness. Not only did he look motionless at the top of nothing, but even his thin eyes seemed to be frozen.
Naturally, the arm would not hurt for no reason, and the blood would naturally not be blocked for no reason. Mo Jian felt this needle-like pain only because Nan Jiajia was resting her head on his arm with a sad look on her face. Nanjiajia on the top.
At this moment, she was curling up her delicate body and clinging to his side, falling into a deep sleep with heartbreaking helplessness and weakness.
She cried intermittently all night long, until her tears dried up and her voice became hoarse, but all he could do was to let her cry helplessly in his arms like a corpse.
He didn¡¯t move, not because he liked the pain, nor because despair had made him numb, but just to let her stay away from the despair of sadness, even if it was only for a minute and a second.
However, before his destiny, he was as ridiculous as a puppet. Even though he tried his best, he still could not get rid of the invisible shackles.
When waves of weak tremors like ripples came from the numb arms, Mo Jian's deep pupils were suddenly filled with rich despair again, and in the end he turned his head stiffly, his eyes full of pain. He looked at that pitifully beautiful face.
No matter how beautiful a girl is, if she cries too much, she will definitely become unattractive, but Nan Jiajia is an exception.
Looking at her tear-stained eyelashes, her red and swollen corners of her eyes that made people feel loving, and her face that seemed to be red due to mental and physical exhaustion, Mo Jian was once again overcome by the powerless pain. engulf.
But even so, Mo Jian still noticed something strange about Nan Jiajia in the next moment. She was shaking violently, and her face was abnormally red. When Mo Jian put her hand on Nan Jiajia's forehead with some difficulty, At this time, a look of panic suddenly flashed across his pale face.
Temperature, scalding temperature came to the back of his hand like a ball of flame.
However, just when he was about to stand up with difficulty, Nan Jiajia hugged his arm tightly and said tremblingly as if she was in a nightmare: "Don't leave don't leave me"
What exactly is a dream? What is reality? Mo Jian could no longer tell the difference. He was as confused as a body that had lost its soul.
However, even though he was like this, even if he couldn't tell who Nan Jiajia was talking about, he still said softly: "I will not leave, I will stay with you forever."
After saying this, Mo Jian stood up with her waist hunched over, and then hugged Nan Jiajia around her waist.
Nan Jiajia is not heavy. On the contrary, considering her height, she can be considered very light. However, for Mo Jian, who had not slept or drank water all day long, it took all his strength to just pick her up. of strength.
Corridor, a spiral corridor, Mo Jian originally liked this kind of corridor very much because of its grandeur and beauty. However, in his eyes, these short dozens of steps seemed to be endless.
"Brother Ye"
When Mo Jian used up his last strength to spit out these two words, he realized that Ye Zi was right in front of him, sitting silently in the deserted hall like a stone statue.
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In a certain ward of the county hospital, Mo Jian sat on a chair with a pale face, quietly looking at Nan Jiajia who was lying on the bed and receiving an infusion.
Ye Zi was beside him, and he was as silent as ever, standing motionless like an unshakable mountain, but what he was looking at at the moment was not Nan Jiajia who was undergoing an infusion. Mo was sitting quietly in front of the bed with a pale face. simple.
"You look ugly."
Mo Jian didn't look back. He didn't hear Ye Zi's words as if he was a stone statue with nothing, and just looked at Nan Jiajia on the bed quietly.
"You should go and rest, I'm here."
"I'm fine." Mo Jian finally opened her firm lips that closed her mind, but she fell silent again the moment after she uttered these three words.
Ye Zi looked at Mo Jian's resolute and depressed face with twinkling eyes. After a long time, he exhaled heavily and said, "Then Jiajia will be left to you."
Mo Jian did not answer, and Ye Zi did not wait. At the same time he finished speaking, he stood up and said:?The figure as straight as a javelin strode towards the door.
"Don't be too forceful, I'll come back later." Ye Zi left. After leaving these words, his tall and burly figure became completely swallowed up by the wooden door that gradually closed.
Mo Jian was still as silent as a stone statue. He seemed not to have noticed Ye Zi's departure or heard Ye Zi's words. Even in his eyes as dim as dead water, it was hard to find a trace of connection. The rhythm of life.
"I will not fall." In silence, a weak voice overflowed from those cold lips, but it was impossible to know who he was speaking to.
Time passed by, and it was already afternoon in the blink of an eye. However, if anyone looked up, they would find that the sad hazy sky had not changed at all with time.
¡°The only thing that has not changed at all is not only this endless haze, but also the young man sitting motionless like a statue.
It was a few hours later when Ye Zi saw Mo Jian again, but he was still sitting quietly in front of the bed as if he had not moved during these long hours.
However, Mo Jian is not a statue or a stone after all, he is just a human being after all, so Ye Zi can easily see that his pale complexion is even more haggard than in the early morning.
"You look very bad."
The moment Ye Zi said these words, Mo Jian also turned his head to look stiffly, but when he saw clearly that there was a mountain of Ye Zi behind him, the flickering light in his contracted pupils also dissipated in an instant. In the next moment, he turned his head silently again and cast his empty eyes on the figure on the bed again.
"You should have a good sleep and forget the things that depress you. Of course, if you can't forget them, you should face them, whether you cry or laugh."