Yan Hang, I like you.

In the end of the first day of the first year, chose this particularly old-fashioned expression with no new ideas, no skills, and no way out.

The only little leeway left for himself is probably because he didn't face Yan Hang, so if Yan Hang had any embarrassing expressions on his face, he wouldn't be able to see it.

It's not so embarrassing if he can't see it, even if he refuses, he can avoid half the double blow of language and expression.

And just like this sentence, for him, almost all his courage has been used up.

He just held his mobile phone, stood on the sidewalk, there were street lights in the front and back, he just stood in the unobstructed light, a car drove by on the left, someone walked on the right, for the dirt that has been habitually walking next to the wall For a dog, this is a scene that was never imagined before.

I like you.

He just stood here, looking ahead.

After saying this sentence, the surroundings fell silent, all his perceptions were turned off, and all his capturing abilities were reserved for the right ear attached to the phone receiver.

Yan Hang, I like you.

The receiver was very quiet, and on the first day of the first year, Yan Hang's breathing could be clearly heard paused because of this sudden remark.

His heart was beating fast, and everything around him was gone.

nervous, scared.

There is a trace of regret.

He didn't know how long the pause on Yan Hang's side was.

0.1 seconds or 0.2 seconds, longer or shorter.

He doesn't know.

He suddenly wanted to hang up the phone, but at this moment he realized that waiting for an answer was actually much more difficult than saying "I like you".

After a brief pause in the receiver, he heard Yan Hang's breathing, accompanied by a low voice... He couldn't tell what the voice meant, whether it was a snort, a sigh, or something else.

Before he could try to judge from the confusion, there were a few more clicks.

The phone hangs up.

On the first day of the first year, he stood there, holding the phone.

Yan Hang hung up the phone.

After he said "I like you", Yan Hang hung up the phone.

At this moment, he even lost the ability to understand what it was like, only confused.

The silence in the receiver disappeared.

The silence around him also disappeared.

His perception slowly returned to his body, he heard a car passing by, saw two passers-by passing by him, he even saw an oncoming aunt swept across his face with a little probing eyes.

At this moment, he really wanted to dodge, shrink back, and swarm into the shadow of the tree next to him, and swarm to the corner of the wall.

He took the phone to his face with difficulty and looked at it, the screen was already black.

He lights up the screen, and the call interface has disappeared, as if nothing had happened.

He was hung up by Yan Hang.

How could this be?

Yan Hang had never treated him so simply and rudely.

Except for those little gangsters and big gangsters who caused trouble, the Yan Hang in his heart would never have such an attitude towards strangers.

Is it because it was a "confession" call?

But Yan Hang clearly said that he would say thank you.

Even Zhou Chunyang can get a gentle thank you.

Why do you have such an answer?

On the first day, he frowned and looked down at his toes.

Yan Hang, why is this?

What's going on here?

……What's wrong?

Yes, what's wrong?

On the first day of the first day, he suddenly raised his head, and after a moment of hesitation, he dialed Yan Hang's number again, and when he put the phone to his ear, he found that his hands were shaking.

He didn't believe that Yan Hang would hang up his phone.

I also didn't believe that Yan Hang would reject him in this way.

Yan Hang is not such a person.

When Yan Hang was in the dark, he still wondered if he had eaten and wanted to order takeout.

The hung up call was an accident.

But what kind of accident, he didn't know.

The phone was not connected, the receiver was dead silent, and then a female voice rang: "I'm sorry, the number you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please call again later..."

The first day was stunned.

Then he shoved his phone into his bag, pushed his legs and ran forward.

People's hunch is a very magical thing. Generally, they will have a hunch about bad things. Once the hunch appears, the brain will turn very fast. Before and after, all the details can be all linked within a second. rise.

The phone that Yan Hang couldn't get through, the phone that Yan Hang hung up suddenly, the short voice of Yan Hang that could not be heard as a sigh or a gasp, Yan Hang had some absent-minded conversations, Yan Hang asked him not to go there...

In the time of running out two or three steps, the string of details that went back upside down had already made him feel so scared that all his hair stood up.

It's been a long time since the first day of the first year of the new year, so went all out.

The wind in his ears mixed with the rumbling in his head, the blood in the whole body surged up because of the tension, the hands and feet were cold, but the eyes were hot and red.

In just ten seconds, he rushed across the bus stop and didn't see Yan Hang. Yan Hang said at the beginning that the station was waiting for him. He walked out of the hotel and crossed the street to the station, but now he didn't see anyone.

Yan Hang asked him to wait in place, but now he found that Yan Hang didn't go to him at all.

Something must have happened!

The first step paused, wanting to see the surrounding environment and see where Yan Hang might be.

Just as he slowed down, a person ran out of a corner twenty meters in front of him. He glanced over here, and seemed to pause after seeing him, then turned and ran in the opposite direction.

this person!

It's this guy!

I didn't even know why I judged it.

But when he was chasing after him, he was full of this judgment.

This person has something to do with the phone that Yan Hang hung up suddenly and the phone that couldn't get through!

He knew that he was running very fast. Although he was not as fast as Yan Hang, he was much faster than the person in front of him. Especially in the current situation, he probably ran the fastest speed in his life.

In his panic-stricken, confused consciousness, he felt that he was only a few steps behind this person.

But he didn't know how to make this man stop.

Only by instinct.

When he slammed the ground and kicked the man on the back of the man by inertia, he had the illusion that if he didn't kick anyone, he would fly over the man's head.

The man was kicked heavily to the ground by his kick.

After he landed, he didn't stop, he went straight to the man, grabbed the man's collar and lifted it up, and didn't even bother to think about what would happen if he kicked him wrongly.

At this moment, something that fell out of the man's hand at the same time made him stunned on the spot.

is a knife.

Although the light was not enough, he couldn't see whether there was blood on the knife, but he saw blood on the man's right hand holding the knife.

When the little bloodstain entered his field of vision, it was as if someone had struck a gong in his ear, and the buzzing sound shook his head a little.

He grabbed the man's right hand and twisted it behind his back.

Not hurt.

The man had no injuries on his hands.

It doesn't look like he's hurt when he runs... Whose blood is that!

On the first day of the first day, he jumped up from this person and didn't care about anything else, arresting people and going to see Yan Hang's situation. He didn't need to think about the two and chose Yan Hang.

He ran to the small garden around the corner.

As he ran, he shouted, "Yan Hang!"

No one answered him.

After the sun went down, the autumn wind blew over with a coolness that could easily blow through two clothes, but his entire back was covered in sweat, and the sweat on his forehead even slipped onto his chin.

After running along the small stone road by the fountain and past a stone table, he saw a person lying on the side of the road in front of him.

I also saw the familiar clothes this man was wearing. Yan Hang just changed it when he went out in the morning, a black sweater with a zipper.

"Yan Hang!" When he shouted this, his voice was completely hoarse, and he could hardly make a sound.

His legs were a little weak, and he stumbled when he rushed to Yan Hang's side.

"I told you not to come here!" Yan Hang moved and said in a low voice.

"Why, what's wrong!" On the first day of the first day, he knelt on the ground and lightly touched Yan Hang's arm a few times. He didn't dare to help Yan Hang or move him.

"It's okay." Yan Hang said and wanted to sit up, but didn't exert himself.

"Don't move!" On the first day of the first day, he quickly put a hold on his shoulder, and when he wanted to hold his arm again, he felt a wet hand.

is blood.

Hands full of blood.

When I looked at my hand on the first day of junior high, I suddenly felt red in front of my eyes: "Where is the injury? I'll report it and call the police!"

"Call 120 first," Yan Hang frowned, "then call Cui Yi."

"Okay." On the first day of the first year, he almost ripped open the zipper on his bag, and when he reached in to get the phone, he felt that the blood on his hand was a little sticky.

When he dialed the address of 120 with trembling fingers, Yan Hang reported Cui Yi's number next to him, and then closed his eyes.

In the first day of the first year, I tried my best to control my emotions, slowed down my speech, and tried my best to speak more neatly: "Just across from the hotel, there is a spray of water, next to the pool, next to... It should be a knife, a knife wound..."

After hanging up 120, he quickly dialed Cui Yi's number. He admired that under such circumstances, he could still remember the numbers reported by Yan Hang.

"I'll be there soon," Cui Yi said calmly, "check where his injury is, press him, don't move him."

"Okay." Chu Yi replied in a hoarse voice.

After the phone call, he didn't even bother to put the phone back in his bag, he threw it on the ground, and fell on his knees beside Yan Hang: "Where is the injury?"

"On the waist." Yan Hang said.

On the first day of the first day, he took off his jacket: "I'll press it for you, press it."

"Well," Yan Hang smiled, "a little...a little back...position."

When the hand he had been pressing on his waist loosened, he saw the blood on his hand on the first day of the first day. The clothes were wet, and the black clothes could not see the color of the blood, but on the first day of the first day, he smelled blood.

He carefully rolled up his coat and pressed it on Yan Hang's waist.

"Put harder." Yan Hang said.

The first day was a little hard.

"It's okay to die," Yan Hang opened his eyes and glanced at him, "What kind of chaff are you sifting, it makes me tremble..."

"I'm not shaking." Chu Yi looked at him.

Yan Hang's face didn't look like the one on TV. It turned pale after a stab. It was basically normal, but he could see that he was in pain and a little weak.

"Okay, I'm shaking." Yan Hang laughed.

"Stop laughing." On the first day of the first year, he didn't know how Yan Hang could still laugh at this time. He pressed the wound firmly, "Don't talk, talk!"

"Well," Yan Hang responded, stopped for a while and asked again, "Did you just come across..."

"Yes," in order to save his physical strength, the first day of the first year interrupted him directly, "I could have, I could have caught and held him...don't talk."

The ambulance came very quickly. On the first day of the first day of the first year, Yan Hang and Yan Hang heard the whistle of an ambulance.

"I'm going to the road, by the side of the road." On the first day of the first year, he took Yan Hang's hand and put it on his clothes, "You hold it down."

Yan Hang didn't speak, he stretched out his hand and pressed the wound.

Chuyi threw his bag aside, ran out along the path, and stood on the side of the road at the ambulance with its lights flashing in front of him, jumping and shouting, "Here! Here! Here!"

When he saw the stretcher being taken out of the car, he felt a little more at ease, and took the doctor to Yan Hang's place.

Check, simply bandage to stop the bleeding, and lift Yan Hang onto the stretcher... On the first day of the first day, he has been staring at the side.

When the doctor took off Yan Hang's shirt, he saw the incision on his waist on the first day of the school year.

I didn't see it too clearly, but at a glance, the bloody patch made him feel like someone was grabbing and twisting him hard in his body.

When the phone rang, he realized that his phone was still on the ground, and quickly picked it up to answer the call.

"Has the ambulance arrived?" Cui Yi asked over there.

"It's here." The first day of the first day followed the stretcher and walked quickly towards the car.

"Which hospital?" Cui Yi asked again.

On the first day of the first day, the name of the hospital was reported: "It's over now, it's over."

"Okay, I'll go directly to the hospital," Cui Yi said, "don't panic."

"Yeah." Chu Yi responded.

When he came to the corner, he saw something reflected in the grass.

It was Yan Hang's phone.

He picked it up and looked at it. The screen of the phone was full of cracks. He frowned and put the phone in his bag.

Yan Hang was standing here at the time... He didn't dare to think about it any longer.

Cui Yi had already arrived when he followed the ambulance to the hospital on the first day of the new year.

When he saw Cui Yi, it was as if he saw a backer, his whole body suddenly softened and he almost fell to his knees.

"You follow," Cui Yi grabbed his shoulder, "I'll go through the formalities."

"Yeah." Chu nodded slightly.

He is a native dog who has never seen the world, has no chance to deal with anything, and has not even gone to the hospital to see a doctor. The arrival of Cui Yi made him finally get out of the panic.

Otherwise, he can at least help with errands and pay a fee.

Cui Yi should know someone in the hospital. After two phone calls, a doctor who looked like an old expert came.

On the first day of the first day, didn't have the mood to listen to Cui Yi and the doctor talking, only that Yan Hang was about to have an operation.

"Brother Dog." Yan Hang called him.

"Well." Chu Yi looked at him.

"Smile," Yan Hang said, "my face is almost like a donkey."

On the first day of the first year, he grinned.

"Go back and ask for a few days off from the school," Yan Hang said, "Come and serve me."

"Yeah." Chu nodded slightly.

Not to mention taking a few days off, it's okay to drop out of school immediately.

When Yan Hang was pushed into the operating room, he followed him on the first day of the first year. Cui Yi pulled him and he heard what the nurse said: "The family is waiting outside!"

family.

This title made the first day of the first year suddenly warm, but soon it was a little distressed.

Family, family from where.

Yan Hang has no family.

The only relative is also missing.

He lowered his head and walked aside, leaning against the wall.

"What's going on?" Cui Yi came over and asked.

"I don't know," still felt chills all over the body on the first day of the first day of the first year, and always felt that the cold air was constantly passing through the wall, "I was calling him, and I was on the phone, and it suddenly broke, broke."

"Then what?" Cui Yi took off his jacket and handed it to him.

"I don't, it's not cold." On the first day of the first year, he quickly waved his hand.

"I still have clothes in the car, I'll just go get them later," Cui Yi looked at him, "You look even uglier than Yan Hang."

I was a little embarrassed on the first day of the new year, so I lowered my head and put on Cui Yi's clothes: "I ran after that, and I saw Yi and ran out alone."

"What kind of person?" Cui Yi asked.

"Middle-aged," he recalled with frowning on the first day of the first lunar year. He met the man, but he couldn't remember clearly except that he looked about forty years old. " Head, hair straight, dirty."

"You have to call the police about this," Cui Yi said. "If the police ask questions, just say whatever you want. Don't be nervous."

"Yeah." Chu nodded and sighed inwardly.

He has experience in police questioning.

On the first day of the first year, don't know how long it takes for such an operation, how long is normal, how long is abnormal, how long is the injury is mild, and how long is the injury is serious.

He just kept standing by the wall, looking at the door of the operating room.

In the door, not only Yan Hang had an operation, but there were also two people who didn't know what was going on, and were pushed in while yelling all the way.

In the first year of junior high, was a little worried. What was it like in the operating room? Will howling like this affect the doctor who operated on Yan Hang?

He stumbled a little impatiently.

"I'm going to buy something to eat," Cui Yi came over and told him, "You stay here and call me if you have anything."

"Hmm." Chu nodded slightly.

"Sit down for a while," Cui Yi looked at him and sighed, "Aren't you a clean freak?"

"No," said the first day with a smile, "I'm sitting, I can't sit down."

Cui Yi looked at his legs.

"I'm nervous." Chu Yi said.

"It's not as serious as you think," Cui Yi said. "Relax, don't let him fall down before he comes out. I can't take care of the two of you."

"Well." The first day of the first year was a little embarrassed, and lowered his head and sat on the chair.

There is a display screen on the wall next to the operating room. It was only in the first year of the first year that noticed that it should display the operation status of each operating room.

It has Yan Hang's name on it, the third operating room.

He stared at it on the first day of the first day, his eyes were a little sore, and then he raised his hand and rubbed it.

After sitting down, the whole person is very heavy, and the feeling of falling down constantly, the head, shoulders, arms, all heavy as if being dragged down by some heavy object.

He rubbed his face, resting his elbows on his knees, covering his face.

His hands were cold, and covering his face made him feel more comfortable.

He never imagined that such a thing would happen today.

Had Yan Hang discovered something beforehand, maybe it was related to the strange phone call before, but Yan Hang never mentioned anything to him.

And he didn't ask anything.

Why don't you just ask a question?

If ask, if he can react earlier today, maybe Yan Hang won't...

The bloody knife edge on Yan Hang's waist flashed before his eyes.

He raised his face and looked at his hands.

I had just washed hands, but could still smell blood.

He wasn't afraid of blood. He didn't have the slightest bit of fear when a stick smashed Liang Bing's head into blood, but now he felt very uncomfortable.

This is Yan Hang's blood.

How could this happen?

Yan Hang's reaction was so fast, under normal circumstances, no one would be able to approach him.

He was actually stabbed?

That man didn't look great when he was kicked down by him... How could he stab Yan Hang?

He pressed his first finger on his forehead, frowning tightly.

After a few seconds he jerked his head up.

Is it your phone?

Yan Hang was still on the phone with him at that time, and his absent-mindedness at that time should have been because he found out that something was wrong, but... In order not to let himself find out, Yan Hang never hung up.

And if it's just talking on the phone like this, maybe Yan Hang won't necessarily be distracted.

It's your own "I love you".

Yan Hang paused for that second, and then...

He took a deep breath and leaned back in his chair, staring at the lights on the ceiling.

You are too picky in the first day.

Do you have to say it today, do you have to be so nervous that you dare to speak on the phone... The tone of Yan Hang's voice is obviously wrong, but you didn't hear it...

His hands were clasped together.

It wasn't until Cui Yi patted his hand lightly that he suddenly came back to his senses.

"Eat something," Cui Yi handed him a small paper cup, "I guess you can't eat it, and you didn't buy a big one. Eat two mouthfuls of pads."

On the first day of the first year, lowered head and looked at the small paper cup in hand. It was a puff in a paper cup, very fragrant.

He settled down and took a big bite.

Let's calm down for now, Yan Hang is still in the operating room, pondering these things by himself here, except that he will not be able to help himself, there is no other meaning, no matter whether he blames himself or not, it will change. No matter the fact that Yan Hang was already injured.

He bit his lip, trying to calm himself down.

I don't know how long it took, the words on the display finally changed, and Yan Hang's operation was over.

"Why don't you come out?" Chu Yi stood up and stared at the door of the operating room eagerly.

The doctor who operated on Yan Hang came out, but did not see Yan Hang.

"I'll ask about the situation first." Cui Yi patted his shoulder.

The situation is ok...the blood loss is not too much...the physique is very good...

Standing behind Cui Yi on the first day of the first day, listening to the doctor talking to Cui Yi, always felt that the voice was a little far and near, and couldn't hear it clearly, and was probably still nervous.

... no vital organs were injured... small intestine ruptured...

The doctor probably wanted to say that Yan Hang wasn't injured very badly, that he didn't hurt any important parts, and that Yan Hang's physique was very good, so he should recover quickly... But on the first day of the first year, he still felt that every word he heard made his heart hurt.

Yan Hang was finally pushed out of the operation, but he couldn't go back to the ward. The nurse said that he should stay in the observation room first.

On the first day of the first day, he followed closely beside the hospital bed, staring at Yan Hang's face.

I used to think that Yan Hang's face was normal, but now that the operation is over, Yan Hang looks a little pale.

"Dog." Yan Hang smiled at him, a little tired and weak.

"Here," Chu Yi shook his hand lightly and put the other hand behind him, "Wag your tail."

"Well," Yan Hang smiled and closed his eyes. After a while, he called Cui Yi again, "Old Cui."

"Yes," Cui Yi responded, "but I won't wag my tail."

Yan Hang laughed, and the nurse next to him also laughed: "It's not bad, I laughed so happily."

The observation room was not allowed to enter, so Chu Yi and Cui Yi could only wait outside.

When Yan Hang was pushed in, he glanced at Chu Yi: "Brother Gou, go... take your temperature, you have a fever."

"Ah." Chu Yi was stunned.

"Don't worry about it," Cui Yi said, "I'll measure him later."

The door of the observation room was closed, and Chu Yi stood at the door and stared at the door.

Cui Yi reached out and touched his forehead: "It seems to have a fever, I'll ask the nurse for a thermometer."

There was no sound at first.

After Cui Yi walked away, he squatted down suddenly and buried his face in his arms.