"You're wearing a lot of clothes, why are your hands so cold? Are my mother and Aunt Jiang okay?"

Zhuang Jingchun seemed to have regained his senses, and looked down at him.

"They'll come right now."

Soon, Zhuang Jingchun's parents and Shu Yue also arrived. After seeing that Xu Xizhou was not injured, Shu Yue breathed a sigh of relief, and finally there was some blood on her pale face.

"Aunt Jiang, I'm sorry, today is the first time you come to see my game this season. Unfortunately, it failed to live up to your expectations."

Hearing Xu Xizhou's words, Jiang Xia's heart felt sour, and her eyes instantly turned red.

"Silly boy, what are you talking about? No matter what the results of the competition are, Aunt Jiang will always support you and be proud of you."

Shu Yue also said, "Xiaozhou, nothing is as important as your safety. I don't care about your race results, as long as you can get off the car safely every time."

Xu Xizhou smiled, held Shu Yue's hand on her shoulder, and smiled at the woman.

With tears in her eyes, Shu Yue gently touched his black hair.

At this time, the medical staff came over and prepared to take Xu Xizhou to a nearby hospital for a detailed brain examination. Xu Xizhou didn't want to mobilize the public, so he only asked Zhuang Jingchun to accompany him to the hospital.

The test results came out. Fortunately, Xu Xizhou did not have a concussion. The sprain on the leg is not serious, just apply medicine on time and rest for a few days.

That night, the two returned to England.

The next race is in Miami, the schedule is not too tight, Xu Xizhou has enough time to rest. It's just that after he returned to the UK, he was a little downhearted. Most of the time he sat in the living room, staring at the plants outside the floor-to-ceiling window in a daze.

The roses in the yard are about to bloom, their pale pink buds swaying in the night wind.

"Would you like to go for a walk in the yard?"

Zhuang Jingchun didn't know where to get a wheelchair and pushed it in front of him.

Xu Xizhou was a little helpless, "Why do I feel like a disabled person, isn't it just a sprain? There's no need to make it so exaggerated, right?"

"If you don't want to be in a wheelchair, can I take you out?"

Xu Xizhou shook his head, "Forget it.

When the two were together, the chattering person was often Xu Xizhou. Now that he was quiet, Zhuang Jingchun was not used to it.

He always felt that Xu Xizhou's state was not right, as if he had not recovered from the previous crash. But Xu Xizhou didn't take the initiative to talk about it, and he didn't dare to ask, for fear of poking his scar.

The crash at Imola was trending on Twitter late at night. Di Cario is a four-time world champion and has a lot of diehard fans. Although the organizing committee released a clear track video showing that Di Canio violated the rules, many people felt that the penalty for canceling his performance was too heavy, and some even transferred their anger to Xu Xizhou.

"I've never seen such an oversighted person. Don't overtake if you don't have full confidence. You deserve to be hit."

"Who is this Xu Xizhou? How come I've never heard of it. I bought it with money. I haven't even been on the podium once, and my driving skills are too bad."

"Going back upstairs, Xu Xizhou was a former F2 champion who was recruited by McLaren with a high salary. When he first entered F1, he was also called a Gemini with Edward. This time Edward took the fourth place, but Xu Xizhou retired. , ironic."

"Damn it, this guy collided with a Mercedes-Benz in the last race, and this time with a Red Bull, like a powder keg. Can such a dangerous person drive an F1?"

"If you want me to say, Di Cario did it too right, and he could hit it harder. To deal with this kind of ignorant boy, he had to use unusual means."

...

Zhuang Jingchun took the mobile phone from Xu Xizhou's hand.

"stop looking."

Xu Xizhou snorted, he had nothing to do. Zhuang Jingchun didn't let him look at his mobile phone, so he had to turn on the TV and watch the international news.

After watching for a while, he was sleepy, Zhuang Jingchun sat next to him, he leaned into his arms subconsciously, and finally his whole head rested on his shoulders.

Zhuang Jingchun lowered her eyelashes and reached out to touch his face.

"Go to bed if you want to sleep."

Xu Xizhou put one arm around his arm and yawned.

"Then take me over there."

There was an unconscious coquettishness in his tone, Zhuang Jingchun's heart softened, she hugged him horizontally, and went into the bedroom.

Xu Xizhou was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling above his head, not feeling sleepy.

"Austin, I always thought that I would be very satisfied to enter F1, but later I discovered that people's greed is endless. After entering F1, I wanted to get points again, and I could get points. I want to get on the podium again. But how can anyone always have smooth sailings? When you look forward to it and don't get it, the pain doubles. You say, shouldn't I have expectations at all?"

Listening to Xu Xizhou's words, Zhuang Jingchun only felt that there was a soft knife in his chest, scraping his flesh and blood little by little.

He has also experienced situations where he is full of hope, works hard, and ends up with nothing. Xu Xizhou's feelings at the moment, he understands better than anyone.

He turned around, looked at the boy's depressed eyes in the dim light, and held his hand tightly.

"Xiaozhou, I used to feel the same way as you. When I was most desperate, I even thought about giving up my life. However, thinking of the people around me who care about me and love me, I still persevered. You said that if there is no expectation, Maybe there is no pain of disappointment, but if there is no expectation of life, what's the point of life?"

Xu Xizhou looked at him silently. Yeah, what's the difference between a life without hope and a pool of stagnant water? Do you not try because you are afraid of the consequences?

How could he have such cowardly thoughts?

"Xiaozhou, it's normal to lose a match. You don't have to care what others think or think, as long as you have no guilt for yourself, as long as you do your best, you don't have to be so demanding of yourself."