Yi Hui naturally wouldn't kiss him.

Not only did he not kiss him, but he was not allowed to talk much, for fear that he would faint when he woke up from a serious illness, shoved the peeled apple into his hand, and ran away with the kettle in his hand.

Recalling the kiss in the refrigerated truck, Yi Hui was so embarrassed that he wanted to dig a hole to hide and stay in the water room for a while, but he was worried that Zhou Jinheng would be alone in the ward, so he went back after a while.

When he walked to the door and heard the cheers and laughter inside, he thought Xiao Lin was coming. When he went in, he saw Yang Chengxuan standing in front of the hospital bed. Location.

It seems that Yang Chengxuan came over as soon as he got off the plane, his suitcase was still left at the door, Yi Hui gave him a cold face but still smiled, teasing Zhou Jinheng: "You risked your life to save people, I don't think the rescued person doesn't appreciate it very much. ."

Yi Hui didn't say anything, and peeled another apple, his expression serious and serious.

Yang Chengxuan looked at Zhile: "Don't say it, it's really like the previous one."

"What 'the one before'?" Zhou Jinheng frowned, "It's called sister-in-law."

Yi Hui's hand moved for a while, and Yang Chengxuan was even more happy: "If you call that sister-in-law, what should you call this one?"

Zhou Jinheng was too lazy to explain to him that it was the same, and said, "It's also called sister-in-law."

Yang Chengxuan gave a thumbs up: "The bull is still your bull. People are still here, so I'm not afraid of people getting angry."

Yi Hui, who had two identities, couldn't get angry, but he was too embarrassed. Peeling the peel didn't work well, and it broke halfway.

Zhou Jinheng didn't dislike it, he even bit the skin when he took it, and chased people while eating: "I'm fine, those who are sick can get out."

Yang Chengxuan squinted at him: "If you have a partner, you don't want friends, right?"

"I finally came back to hide from your old family. Who knows that you didn't come to see me." Zhou Jinheng said, "Hurry up and don't make people wait."

Yang Chengxuan slapped his thigh and stood up, stretched his waist and yawned, as if he was taking his time and not in a hurry, before he left, he did not forget to tease Zhou Jinheng: "Don't be silly, look back on the Internet and see all the rumors out there. What's the matter, saying that you first broke the picture and then suffered internal injuries, and the TV drama official blog just received also issued a statement of termination, and I am afraid that my acting career will be ruined."

After the people left, Yi Hui picked up an orange and peeled it. After peeling off the two petals, he still couldn't hold back: "I really don't want you to play the male lead in that drama?"

Zhou Jinheng, who was lying on the bed, couldn't help laughing and crying: "I thought you were going to say something. I've played the male lead a lot, and I'm not bad for that one."

Yi Hui wasn't sure if he was talking big, so he blinked and asked, "What do you think I want to say?"

"I thought you..." Zhou Jinheng turned a corner, "I thought you were going to ask me if it hurts or not."

This is also what Yi Hui wanted to ask: "Then does it hurt? Is it hard? Do you want to put the backrest down again... eh!"

An exclamation interrupted the unfinished words, Zhou Jinheng grabbed his wrist, brought it to his mouth and kissed: "Does it still hurt?"

The kiss was the trace left by the binding on the wrist, Yi Hui couldn't take it back, his face was hot: "It doesn't hurt."

"It really doesn't hurt anymore?"

Yi Hui was a little dazed. He didn't know which "pain" he asked, and he was still thinking. There was movement at the door of the ward, and someone came to visit.

It was Jiang Xuemei who came back this time, accompanied by a nurse.

Yi Hui didn't expect her to come in person, and even let her witness such a shameful situation, led her to sit down, stood on the side, and twisted his hands behind his back.

Jiang Xuemei was hospitalized for a few months and recovered well after surgery. The long-sick person looked much better than Zhou Jinheng, who was lying down. She smiled and said, "This is Mr. Zhou, right? Yihui kept it from me for a long time. I only recently found out that you are the gentleman who came to our house last time."

Yi Hui took the initiative to explain this matter to Jiang Xuemei on the phone. It was because Jiang Xuemei merged "the benefactor" and "the person who haunted my son" into one. Now this person has saved Yi Hui's life, even if Feeling complicated and confused, Jiang Xuemei was still more grateful than anything else.

Zhou Jinheng was rather embarrassed, and propped himself up to sit up to greet the elder, but Yi Hui stopped him: "Lie down and don't move."

"Yes, if you are injured, you should lie down and rest." Jiang Xuemei said, "I'm just here to have a look, and I'll leave in a while."

Yi Hui's mother had passed away when she got married in the last life, and her father only took care of the business and didn't care about the family, so strictly speaking, this was the first time Zhou Jinheng saw his mother-in-law.

He tried to ignore the embarrassing incident of breaking into other people's homes several times last year, and introduced himself: "Hello auntie, my name is Zhou Jinheng, and I'm Huihui's old... old friend."

He didn't dare to talk nonsense without Yi Hui's official approval.

Jiang Xuemei smiled and nodded: "I know you are old friends, old friends who often make trouble."

In fact, there was nothing to chat about during the visit. Jiang Xuemei sat for a while, explained that Yi Hui would take good care of Mr. Zhou, and got up to leave.

When Yi Hui was sent to the door, Jiang Xuemei took his hand and said, "There are not many people in this world who can give up their lives for others, especially a young man like him. Mom doesn't know what happened in the past, and now she doesn't speak for him, the decision is up to you. You, just think about it carefully."

Only Jiang Yimang knew about the matter between him and Zhou Jinheng, but Jiang Xuemei could sense something even if he didn't say anything. This was just to reassure Yi Hui that she was on his side no matter what.

In addition to being moved, Yi Hui was also a little melancholy. Being Jiang Yihui had already made him tremble, living with two names on his back, and the unknown future made him even more confused.

But this is what he chose by himself, because he couldn't stand the temptation and became tempted again, and he had to go down the mountain of swords and fire.

Yi Hui stood at the door for a while, and was about to return to the ward when Yang Chengxuan suddenly stumbled over from the end of the corridor, pulled him up and left.

"Where are you taking me?"

"Go and see Tang Wenxi." Yang Chengxuan's face was dark and his expression was solemn, "He said he didn't know me anymore."

Listening to his description, Yi Hui thought the situation was uncontrollable. When he went to the downstairs ward, he saw Tang Wenxi sitting on the bed and drawing quietly with a pen and paper. He was so stunned that he didn't know what to say.

"Classmate Jiang, why are you here!" Tang Wenxi looked up to see him greet him first, and his surprise was beyond words, "Didn't you drop out of school and move to the south? This is the city of S. You are also here to travel?"

Yi Hui, who was in the fog, was pulled aside, and Mother Tang wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, and whispered, "The doctor said that his brain was violently collided, and the blood clot pressed the memory nerve, causing temporary amnesia. I don't remember what happened in the past few years."

Yi Hui took some time to digest this information, and turned to face Tang Wenxi with a relaxed face: "Classmate Tang, do you still recognize me?"

"How can you not recognize the art genius in our class?" Tang Wenxi smiled brightly, "But what's the matter with you, no one who used to be cold in the class didn't care about me, but now you come to the hospital to see me, I thought you I don't even remember my name."

"In class? That class?"

"Just our oil painting class," Tang Wenxi said of course, "I think it's classmate Jiang, you have amnesia, right?"

Tang Wenxi is in the second year of graduate school this year, and he is still out for sketching during the summer vacation. The oil painting class is his undergraduate class.

After inquiring about some details, Yi Hui and Tang's father and mother had to accept the fact that he had forgotten all these years, and his memory was stuck in the time when he was just entering the sophomore year.

There was a room full of sad faces, only Tang Wenxi was as happy as before: "Forget it, forget it, look at the painting I just drew, I haven't practiced in vain all these years, and I have drawn muscle memory. Skip the hard training process and directly One-click harvest, wow, nothing is so good in dreams.”

Yang Chengxuan, who was silent next to him, rushed forward and held Tang Wenxi's shoulder: "What about me? Do you remember me?"

Tang Wenxi was so frightened by him that he looked at him for a while, with nothing but fear in his eyes: "Who, who are you?"

Yang Chengxuan gritted his teeth and reported his name, and Tang Wenxi was even more afraid, shrugging his shoulders and stepping back: "I don't know you, I haven't heard this name before, Mom, who is he?"

Mother Tang shook her head and said she didn't know him, and Tang Wenxi suddenly felt confident: "My mother knows all my friends. Where are you from, go away, go away quickly."

Yang Chengxuan refused to leave, and was pulled by the arm of Tang's eager father, who took a few steps back and stood firm, Yang Chengxuan sneered, as if he still didn't believe it: "Oh, don't you just want me back, I'm back now, are you here? What tricks are you playing here to pretend to be amnesia?" He said to Yi Hui, "Tell him who I am."

Under Tang Wenxi's bewildering gaze, Yi Hui struggled for a long time, and it seemed that it was difficult to give an accurate definition of the relationship between the two.

"He's the person you like." Seeing Yang Chengxuan's slightly contrived smile, Yi Hui paused for a moment, then continued, "It's also the one who left you and hurt you the most."

At night, Yi Hui was still fascinated by Tang Wenxi's amnesia.

According to the previous chat, Tang Wenxi and Yang Chengxuan met four years ago, the year when Tang Wenxi was promoted to sophomore year, the year when their memory was cut off.

Although it was purely coincidental where the memory loss started, Yi Hui couldn't help but associate it with Tang Wenxi's choice. Why did it happen at this time? Why is it so coincidental that he only forgets what happened after he met Yang Chengxuan?

If he were Yang Chengxuan, he would probably be suspicious.

However, from the perspective of a friend, Yi Hui felt that forgetting was not entirely a bad thing.

During the unclear exchange between the two, he watched Tang Wenxi become depressed day by day, and he refused to admit it when he liked it so much, lest it would add a burden to the other party, and it didn't matter if he was abandoned and pretended to smile. A relationship developed under the pretext of "playing casually" is doomed to be troubled by gains and losses and end without illness.

So Yi Hui did not hide the relationship between the two, but told the truth and left it to them to decide. Just like his close relatives don't interfere with his thoughts, and they all put the decision-making power in his hands with confidence.

Yi Hui turned over on the sofa bed in the ward, the phone under the pillow vibrated, and he looked out to see that it was a message from Jiang Yimang: Brother, are you with him now?

Yi Hui braced his neck and glanced at Zhou Jinheng, who was resting on the bed with his eyes closed, and replied: Hmmm

Jiang Yimang learned early on the news that Zhou Jinheng was stabbed to death by a knife in order to save someone, and he also knew that the person who was rescued was Yi Hui. She said: I'm lying in bed and thinking about it. I think this chat record should be sent to you. Although his tactics are a little bit, I think he is sincere.

Yi Hui didn't reply immediately, she added: I can swear that the premise of saying this is to stand in your sister's position, not a former fan of Zhou Jinheng! I just think you should know this...

Yi Hui took a deep breath: let me know

Jiang Yimang quickly sent it over, with screenshots from his mobile phone and the background of the private Weibo chat. As soon as he watched the beginning, Yi Hui remembered that terrifying and warm typhoon night, and those gifts that he couldn't put down.

-It's all from you. To be honest, I feel like I'm cheating my brother every time... The brewing cycle for this surprise is too long, I can't hold it back anymore!

- Wait a minute, now is not the time.

- Then can I ask a question?

-Um.

-What the hell did you do to my brother in the past? You dare not reveal your identity even after you have done it? That's why my brother is stupid, I have no doubts at all, if it were someone else...

Yi Hui remembered that he didn't look down when he got here.

At that time, he was greatly stimulated, and his mind was full of the word "cheating". He only knew that he had been deceived again and again. This feeling made him horrified, dizzy, and the dual pressure of psychology and physiology made him have no time to think about other things.

Still a little nervous now, Yi Hui couldn't guess what Zhou Jinheng would say, at least he wasn't honest, otherwise Jiang Yimang wouldn't listen to him and continue to help him.

Scrolling down was the answer, but Yi Hui was discouraged. He put down his phone and turned over again.

"Can't sleep?"

When the low voice sounded, Yi Hui shuddered with fright. He sat up, looked towards the hospital bed by the night light by the bedside, made a random excuse and said, "No, I want to drink water."

Yi Hui put on his shoes to pour water, and asked the patient if he wanted a sip. Zhou Jinheng shook his head: "No, you can drink it."

On the first day of waking up, Zhou Jinheng spent too much physical strength in dealing with the visitors. When the doctor came to the ward in the afternoon and saw blood oozing from the wound, he solemnly warned that any movement might cause the wound to be pulled, and it was forbidden to get out of bed and walk around. Talking and laughing is forbidden, and only family members can feed the meals. Yi Hui was so frightened that he almost blocked his mouth and stopped holding his hand, so he could just lie down and gasp for breath.

Poor Zhou Jinheng couldn't do anything when he woke up, couldn't say more, and kept silent for one afternoon and half the night under Yi Hui's eyes, he didn't feel sleepy at the moment.

After drinking the water, Yi Hui planned to turn off the light and continue to sleep, but Zhou Jinheng stopped him: "Don't turn it off yet, talk to me."

"You can't talk more now."

Zhou Jinheng reluctantly patted the empty space beside the hospital bed: "Then you stay here and let me take a second look."

Yi Hui hesitated for a while, thinking that the action of "seeing" should not cause the wound to be pulled, so he took off his shoes, slowly climbed onto the bed, and lay down carefully.

The ward is a single-person ward that Zhou Huarong came to adjust in the afternoon. It is spacious and has a large bed. Two adults sleep on it, and there is a distance between them. Yi Hui lay on his side, folded his hands under his face, and looked at Zhou Jinheng, who turned his head to look at him.

It was fine at first, but after a long time, I felt uncomfortable, Yi Hui muttered softly, "Don't, keep looking at me."

"Don't let me move, can't you just look at it?" Zhou Jinheng said.

Yi Hui's heart softened, trying to suppress the heat on his cheeks, and blinked his eyes as if by default.

Looking at each other like this, it was too strange not to say a word, so Yi Hui started and talked about Tang Wenxi and Yang Chengxuan, what happened in the past, what happened today, and bits and pieces that he knew, and finally asked for opinions. : "Do you think there is still a chance for the two of them to get together?"

Both persuaded and did not persuade, Yang Chengxuan had traveled all the way back from abroad, it was impossible not to be hit in the face of this situation. Yi Hui didn't know how he would react if Tang Wenxi didn't lose his memory. Yang Chengxuan should at least be happy to come back for him, right?

"It depends on whether your friend is willing to forgive him." Zhou Jinheng said.

Yi Hui frowned: "He has lost his memory... But, do you think he might be pretending..."

The bed board vibrated violently a few times. Before Yi Hui could finish his words, Zhou Jinheng, who was beside him, suddenly turned over and pressed his arms against his side: "What about you, would you like to forgive me?"

Yi Hui's eyes widened in shock. He first checked the retention needle on the back of Zhou Jinheng's hand, and then raised his hand to push him: "Lie back quickly and be careful of the wound."

"Answer me." Zhou Jinheng became stronger and his eyes became sharp.

After waking up, he learned that he had been asleep for five days, and he was already anxious. It was getting dark now, there were only the two of them in the room, and Yi Hui was still thinking about other people's affairs, which made Zhou Jinheng's sense of crisis even more serious.

I don't know if it was because he was in a coma for too long, but he couldn't remember exactly what happened that day, and he was even unsure whether Yi Hui had promised him at that time.

Are you staying here to take care of him because you feel indebted? Because he saved him?

Zhou Jinheng didn't want this to be the case, and was anxious to confirm that it was not the case.

He realized that he was looking a bit fierce now, so he quickly restrained the momentum he couldn't help exuding, and his voice softened: "I was careless, I thought it would be safe to keep you by my side, but I didn't expect that the immortal guy would have a chance. Multiply, I know there is more than one mastermind behind this incident, I will..."

Yi Hui raised his hand and covered his mouth.

He said he was covering his lips, but he was actually pressing his lips with two fingers close together. Zhou Jinheng immediately closed his voice and looked at him fixedly. In addition to being anxious, there was something called anticipation in his eyes.

Yi Hui didn't answer, but asked, "Does this not hurt?"

It refers to his current posture, and he still talks so much in one breath.

It was like this in the past. Yi Hui believed that he should take the responsibility of taking care of him when he was older, and he felt distressed every time he saw him injured.

When the opportune moment did not come again, Zhou Yingdi frowned and called out dryly, "Ah—it hurts."

Yi Hui looked at Zhou Jinheng from the bottom up, the surprise in his eyes gradually narrowed, and then he grinned.

When he smiled, his eyes curled up, and the gaps in his eyelashes shone with gleams of light. Zhou Jinheng likes to see the way he smiles the most, but he hadn't seen him smile to himself like this for a long time, and was stunned for a while.

"You're so stupid." Yi Hui pushed him on the shoulder again, barely exerting any strength, "I think you're stupid."