The respirator made my voice small and hazy, but I believe Li Xiaoran could still hear it clearly, because after hearing my question, he was silent for a moment, and turned his head to the side, as if he couldn't bear to look again. It's the same as me, and it's like if he meets my eyes again, he will have some emotions and will be discovered by me.

The room was so quiet that I could hear his heavier breathing than usual.

"I'm not the same as you." Li Yanran adjusted his emotions, then turned his head and looked directly at me, "Those injuries that will kill you are nothing to me at all. Don't you know your vulnerability? , Su Xiaoxin."

He said such a long line, but I only cared about his voice when he called my name.

Sure enough, when I was immersed in the darkness with peace of mind, and was about to pass with the darkness, it was Li Yanran who called my name.

Names are truly magical, as they non-humans say.

I looked at him and laughed.

Li Xiaoran frowned very tightly: "What are you laughing at?"

I didn't answer him, because my body was tired again: "I'll sleep for a while, wake up and tell you."

However, when I woke up again, it was already very dark, and Li Yanran also left. In the room, only my mother, who was sleeping on the bed next to me, and the company who sat beside my bed and tinkered with my laptop.

"Xiaoxin." Peipei greeted me in a low voice.

When I woke up again, I felt a little more energetic, "Accompany me, I have something to say to Li."

"Now?" Pei Pei checked the time on the computer, "Li Yanran should have just departed and passed away at the African Union headquarters. He is not in the country now, and he will not be able to return until a week later. All his information should be encrypted this week, so you should contact us. Get on him."

Headquarters of the World African Union? It exists like the United Nations, the organization that only exists in Li Peipei Science Popularization, did Li Yanran go there...

"Because of what happened this time?"

"Well, the people above are very concerned about this incident. Xiaoxin, you probably don't know what you are involved in. This can be said to be the first major conflict between displaced persons and the World African Union since the 21st century."

"..."

I obviously just want to go home and see my dad who broke his leg... It's really not my intention to do such a big thing...

"Do you have anything to say to Li Xiaoran? Are you worried? It just so happens that I will die the day after tomorrow to make a transcript of the African Union, and I will help you with the words."

I shook my head: "Wait for him to come back."

I didn't expect that it would take more than a month for this to happen.

I stayed in the hospital for 50 days, and my body slowly recovered. The casts on my hands and feet have been removed and replaced with simple wooden boards. I was finally allowed to be discharged from the hospital. Although the body is still not alive and kicking, but the spirit has basically recovered.

My parents were worried about me and let me go home for another month.

In one season, from autumn to mid-winter, after spending the New Year at home, my body is in good condition.

In the past 100 days, I have basically had no contact with Li Xiaoran, and the messages I occasionally sent to him were also in vain. I asked a few times and I didn't ask again.

My parents seemed to have a shadow over my car accident and were extremely reluctant to let me leave the house again.

Years later, I had a few arguments with my parents because I was moving out, but each ended in tears from my mom.

I didn't move back to the residential building, and none of the non-humans in the building came to ask me. Neither Meimei nor Xiaolang came to disturb my life. In fact, thinking about it now, many times, they are alone. Unlike humans, they don't need so much contact and concern, including company.

Living in a residential building and having no contact with non-human beings, my life seems to have suddenly returned to normal.

But normal life makes me feel very empty, even lonely.

Obviously there are so many hours every day, but I sit at the table with a paintbrush, but I can't draw anything. It's like the previous paintings were drawn by God holding my hand, and now God no longer has mercy on me , thus depriving me of the right to express.

I forcibly drew a few pictures and posted them, but the readers said they didn't look as good as before.

I felt extremely panic. I didn't dare to look at my comment area anymore, so I started to avoid it subconsciously. I clicked it occasionally, and when I saw the full reminders, my mood was no longer as excited as before, and I felt pressure and burden.

The one-hundred-and-a-half-day break, there are reasons for my hand injuries, and there are reasons for my inability to draw. I doubt that I and Jiang Lang are exhausted, and I even feel that I will never be able to draw comics again in my life.

This comic, which was recommended by the goddess before, is basically not pursued by anyone.

I felt that I was a failure, and I was very confused, and I was suddenly lost in the path of life.

This situation went on for two weeks. I was dragged out by my mother on the weekend to go grocery shopping with her. She kept telling me on the way:

"You have had such a big thing now, your dad and I don't worry about anything else, just worry about your body, you are at home, your dad and I can help you take care of everything, and we don't object to your painting now Comics, you don't choose a place for this job, where you can't draw, why do you have to move out."

I am silent.

I can't tell them why. That's probably how your parents are. They may be the people in the world who care about you the most, but they don't necessarily understand you the most.

I was walking in the supermarket with my head down and pushing a trolley. Suddenly, the trolley hit a person, and the cart backed up a little: "I'm sorry." I apologized subconsciously, looked up, and was stunned.

Li Xiaoxuan, in a suit and leather shoes, was standing in front of my trolley, his gold-wire glasses still shining as before.

I haven't seen him for more than three months, rounding up to half a year, he really hasn't changed at all, with such a familiar face, when I see him again, I hear my heart "pump".