Want to cry?

Do not.

He gave up.

Does it hurt?

pain.

But his stomach hurts the most.

Heart has been wooded.

He once felt that as long as he worked hard, he would one day enter Song Yan's heart, and his company would pass on his love to each other.

But now it seems that wishful thinking is really a very sad thing.

Whether he warms Song Yan or not, he can't replace anyone. It seems that, after all the calculations, only by leaving can he preserve his last dignity.

Yan Zhuo said, "I don't want you anymore."

Yan Zhuo had forgotten how he left Song Yan's house that day and how he went back to school.

He was in a muddle-headed state, until Zheng Yilai came to the dormitory to find him, and it gradually improved.

"What happened to the corner of your mouth, it's cracked." Zheng Yi touched it with his hand.

"Hey—" Yan Zhuo turned his head away and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't touch it, it hurts in my stomach."

What does it have to do with the discomfort in your stomach and me touching the corner of your mouth, Zheng Yi glanced at him speechlessly.

When Zheng Yi left, the sourness in his stomach became heavier and heavier, accompanied by a slight burning sensation. Yan Zhuo tried his best to hold back the feeling of vomiting, and took a taxi to the nearby hospital.

After a series of examinations, the doctor took his medical record and concluded: "Slight gastric bleeding caused by acute gastritis."

Yan Zhuo's head was buzzing, no wonder, there has always been a dull pain in his stomach recently.

"Have you been overeating or eating irregularly recently?" the doctor asked.

Yan Zhuo said: "I don't eat too much, I often eat irregularly."

The doctor looked at his face for a while and said, "You look very bad, and you are stressed and can't sleep well?"

"Well," Yan Zhuo said, "I often wake up in the middle of the night."

"Young people should pay more attention to rest. Don't rely on being young to be fearless. You are not yet 24, and you can gradually change your bad habits back."

Yan Zhuo nodded to be taught.

"Don't put too much pressure on yourself. No matter what problems you encounter now, they will slowly pass over time, but the body is the capital of the revolution. If the body is destroyed, everything will be destroyed."

...

In the end, Yan Zhuo declined the doctor's suggestion and was not hospitalized. Fortunately, he found out early, and the bleeding was not large. Just take some medicine and rest.

After taking the medicine, the sun has already set in the west, and the red glow is reflected in the sky. Yan Zhuo casually walked in the direction of the school, taking a walk, rarely having a leisurely time.

During this period, he glanced at his mobile phone, and no one called or texted.

"That's fine, too," he murmured.

H City at the end of May is already very warm, and in the evening, roadside stalls and barbecue restaurants are scrambling to set up.

He had gastritis and couldn't eat these, so he bought his favorite cheese pie while passing by a dessert shop.

Today the cheesecake was so sweet that it made his teeth soft, and he threw it away after two bites.

No wonder Song Yan didn't like it. He thought, how can he force himself to accept it if it doesn't suit his own taste.

It's all his fault, he was the one who rushed to slap Song Yan, wanting Song Yan to love him, and after they had a substantive relationship, he delusionally imagined that he could go further.

He is too greedy.

A sound of greed and joy, greed is the joys and sorrows of separation and reunion.

Chapter 47 Continually Losing

Song Yan admitted that he panicked for a moment when Yan Zhuo said "I don't want you", but that moment passed quickly, and then he calmed down.

How could Yan Zhuo not want him.

Yan Zhuo is so kind to him, they still have the whole future and every four seasons, they have so many days to get along slowly, he will let Yan Zhuo understand his heart little by little, then they will definitely not because Quarrel over this.

They will trust each other, they will rely on each other.

Thinking of this, Song Yan exhaled, and the annoyance just now disappeared without a trace.

He pursed his dry lips, just as he was about to say something, suddenly the footsteps sounded, messy and rapid, as if someone was desperately trying to leave somewhere, and then he heard a loud "bang".

When Yan Zhuo left, there was a gust of wind blowing his hair.

The voice soon became calm, but his heart was lifted again.

It felt weird, he couldn't tell. It was as if something crashed in his heart, and then it crashed.

In fact, after Yan Zhuo left, his mood flew, but after being stunned for a minute or two, he completely decided to chase.

Song Yan quickly took out the blind stick on the entrance cabinet. He forgot to change his shoes and walked out. As soon as he closed the room, a bell suddenly rang from his pocket.

Song Yan received a call from his attending doctor without any preparation, and was then told by the other party that a corneal donor had passed away, and he needed to go to the hospital immediately to prepare for a corneal transplant.

Because the news was too sudden, it was only 24 hours before Song Yan finished the operation.

Not long after the operation, his eyes were still in a state of edema, his vision was blurry, and even a few blinks would be extremely sour.

So he didn't dare to use his eyes hard, so he had to close his eyes first.

Halfway through, he made two calls to Song Qiao and Yan Zhuo, but no one answered.

That's fine, he thought, and they'll be pleasantly surprised when his eyes are completely healed.

He will no longer be a burden to others, and Yan Zhuo will not call him blind when he quarrels with him.

In this way, Song Yan resisted the urge to contact them.

until five days later.

At that time, the doctor had just finished examining his eyes. When he was resting by the head of the bed, someone suddenly pushed the door and came in. Then he heard Song Qiao's voice: "Song Yan..."

Song Yan opened his eyes, and then he saw Song Qiao's face clearly, and it felt like a lifetime.

For a year and a half, he was blind for a full year and a half.

Song Qiao, however, seemed to be ten years older and no longer in the same radiance as before.He squatted on his back, slumped his shoulders, two decree lines were deep on his face, and his eyes were bloodshot.