Noodles are delicious when they are just out of the oven. After a long time, they are easy to be lumpy, and they stick to each other and affect the taste. My noodles had been left for a while, and they were about to form a ball, but the conditions were limited and I couldn’t force too much.

When it was almost nine o'clock, Shang Muxiao's two bottles of drip were not completely hung up.

I asked the nurse to take his temperature again, 389. Although it has not completely returned to normal, it is slowly decreasing.

On the way back, I waited for the gap between the red lights and hesitated again and again, I still asked the exit: "Would you like to take you home?"

Yesterday, he was in a special situation, and it was reasonable to take him in for one night, but if he stayed at home all the time, it would always feel a little weird.

Even Shen Luoyu could see that he and I were not on the right track. We are two completely different types of people, and we can be said to be completely different in terms of our behavior and personality.

Taking care of him who is sick and taking him to see a doctor is already the best we can do in our current relationship. It's one thing to laugh at yourself as a babysitter, it's another to actually be a babysitter.

Shang Muxiao didn't reply immediately, I couldn't help but look at him and found that he was also looking at me.

In the dark carriage, his eyes were also very dark: "You think I'm annoying?"

With my index finger tapping on the steering wheel, I pressed down the irritability in my heart and said, "Where do you live?"

He lowered his eyes slightly and said, "I live at home, but I can't go back now. I had a fight with my dad. He found out about the day of the art exhibition, kicked me out, and stopped all my cards."

It turned out that this was the truth that he came to my house in the rain in the middle of the night.

"Have you contacted your sister yet?"

He lay back on the back of the chair and didn't look at me: "I turned off my phone."

"..."

What an uneasy dead kid. I can imagine how anxious Shang Yunrou was when she couldn't get in touch with him at the moment, maybe she would cry and call the police.

"Turn on the phone immediately to report your sister's safety." In exchange, I compromised, "If you really don't have a place to go, you can stay at my house until you get better."

He is young and strong, and recovers quickly, in two days at the most.

Be a mom for two more days. I tell myself.

The red light jumped green, and the traffic moved forward again.

In the quiet carriage, after a long silence, Shang Muxiao suddenly opened his mouth.

"thanks."

When I got home, Shen Luoyu had already left, and there was a note on the table, saying that there are dishes she made in the refrigerator, let me heat it up when I'm hungry, and don't always order takeout.

I sent a message to thank her, let Shang Muxiao take care of herself, and then got into my bedroom.

Across the door, I heard a series of text messages bombarding outside, guessing that Shang Muxiao was finally turned on.

Afraid that I wouldn't be able to sleep, it would affect the next day's class, so I took a sleeping pill before going to bed, and the result was even worse. It was clearly my own home, a familiar environment, but I was still having nightmares.

One moment, the dormitory was still discussing life plans after graduation, and the next moment, three bloody corpses appeared in front of me.

"North mustard, I'm in pain, save me! Save me!!" Lu Feiheng crawled towards me, the flames on his body burning his skin little by little.

I tried desperately to put out those fires, but to no avail, I could only watch him turn into a black coke in front of me.

Fear filled my heart, I was pulling my hair, screaming all choked in my throat, and I couldn't make a sound at all. My feet tightened, and I looked down, Jing Shen caught me. He asked me why I didn't save them, why I was the only one alive, and before he finished speaking, he turned into ashes and disappeared in front of me.

I shook my head and kept back.

"No, no ..."

What I stepped on my feet suddenly, I looked back, and it was Xu Wei who had twisted and deformed.

My brain was stretched out of my mind, and I began to scream, making a heartbreaking cry.

I didn't survive intentionally, I'm sorry, I'm sorry ...

I was wrong, I shouldn't survive, forgive me ... Forgive me ...

"north……"

"Beishang ..."

I kept struggling, the consciousness was vague, and I felt that my body was shaken gently, and my ears came intermittently to me.

"Beishang, wake up ... you are doing nightmares, it's okay, nothing happens ..." The hot palm stroked my cheek, I opened my eyes hard, what liquid was slippery in the corner of my eyes, and my eyes were blocked at a time. Essence

The emotions in the dream are too intense to be brought to reality.

"I'm sorry ..." I choked, I couldn't tell where I was, and I didn't know who was in front of me.

"Hush." ​​In the darkness, the other party lifted me gently and stroked my back and asked, "Why apologize?"

I trembled, and I couldn't restrain my embrace my heart.

"Because ... only I live ..."

Deep in my heart, I know that this is a PTSD, a psychological problem, but every night, people are quiet and recalling three tragic friends. I still can't control my guilt because of my survival.

The air was calm, and the other party hugged me tightly, his voice was light, as if he was talking to me, and seemed to mumble to himself.

"... Living is not a shameful thing, you don't need to apologize to anyone."

Chapter 16 It doesn't matter if you can't release your heart

At seven in the morning, the alarm sounded on time. I struggled to wake up. Due to the effect of sleeping pills, my brain was still drowsy.

Sitting on the bed slowly, the memory of last night also recovered with the soberness of the mind.

As long as I had a nightmare, I couldn't remember anything the next day. The kind of pain that made people shudder in my bones still made me uncomfortable for a long time. But this time, the fragments flashed back, the solid embrace and soft comfort in the darkness were too much, and the pain of heartbroken lungs seemed to be another bizarre dream.

——Lianling is not a shameful thing, you don't need to apologize to anyone.