Chapter 33 Chapter 33 "I remember you."

Luo Hao chatted with Qiao Yu for a while and then left. Qiao Yu was on guard here and there was no need for him.

"Call me anytime if you have any questions." She said before leaving.

Qiao Yu nodded: "Be careful on the road."

Watching Luo Hao's figure disappear at the end of the corridor, Qiao Yu took a breath and returned to the ward.

With the door closed, the room was very quiet. Only the instrument on the bedside table beeped from time to time, slowly and gently reminding people of the passage of time.

The ward is large and has a separate meeting area and rest area.

Qiao Yu walked lightly, passed the sofa near the door, and went to the bedside.

He still didn't dare to go directly to see Jiang Mian, for fear that he would wake up.

Although I wanted him to wake up quickly, I was still mentally prepared.

Jiang Mian didn't wake up, he was sleeping quietly.

Qiao Yu also looked at Jiang Mian quietly for a while, and thought of what Qin Yulu and Luo Hao had said before. It was as if his heart was hollowed out and a large pot of hot water was poured in, making it hot and empty.

Since coming to Huaicheng, Jiang Mian's memories that had been dormant for five years have sprung up like a scallion pulled out of a dry field.

He recovered a lot of memories in a short time, including his original departure.

Qiao Yu still doesn't know the specific reason why Jiang Mian left. After seeing the excellent Jiang Mian now, he even convinced himself that the other party's choice might not have been wrong.

If they had contact later, Qiao Yu would at most think that Jiang Mian was a spineless person, but she would not be angry for too long, and would not hold a grudge against him, which lasted for five years.

Jiang Mian was afraid of not being forgiven, so even after his memory was restored, he chose to continue pretending to have lost his memory.

So there was that phone call.

Are you stupid?

Qiao Yu thought.

He sat on a stool beside the bed, looking at Jiang Mian's pale face which was half covered by gauze.

The man who was originally casual, lazy, even rebellious and strong, now lay here vulnerable, unconscious, and at the mercy of others.

Qiao Yu carefully took Jiang Mian's hand - strictly speaking, it was not a handshake, he was afraid of disturbing Jiang Mian's wound, he just gently put his fingertips into the other's tiger's mouth, supporting the palm of his hand and feeling the thin body temperature in between.

Fortunately, there is temperature.

His nose felt sore and he quickly raised his head and opened his eyes wide.

Jiang Mian couldn't bear to see him cry.

He forced back the tears in his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Jiang Mian." Qiao Yu called him softly.

The machine happened to beep, as if responding to him.

He clearly had a lot to say, but it was piled up in his throat, making it very uncomfortable.

But when he opened his mouth, he couldn't say anything except the name.

So quiet.

-

Qiao Yu kept his eyes open and didn't sleep all night.

This caused him to be extremely sleepy at dawn, and he was so sleepy that he just lay down on the edge of the bed and took a nap for a while.

The next day, Qin Yulu came and saw the two of them sleeping holding hands, looking very much in love and inseparable. She screamed "Ah" in the ward and ran away crawling.

Qiao Yu was woken up and took his hand back awkwardly.

After staying like that for a night, my elbows were all sparkling with stars.

He stuck his head out of the ward, looked around, but didn't see Qin Yulu, so he had to go back.

At seven o'clock in the morning, a nurse brought breakfast. Qiao Yu peeled a tea egg and ate the egg yolk bite by bite with soy milk.

He didn't like egg yolks and used to stuff them into Jiang Mian's mouth.

After Jiang Mian left, he rarely ate eggs. He thought it was a waste to throw away the egg yolk, but he didn't want to eat them.

But now, egg yolks are delicious.

Qiao Yu slowly swallowed the egg yolk, and the soy milk was almost gone.

About half an hour later, Luo Hao came over yawning.

Qiao Yu mentioned Qin Yulu, and Luo Hao said, "Oh," "She was the one who asked me to come. She said she was homophobic."

Qiao Yu: “…”

At eight o'clock in the morning, Jiang Mian was about to start the infusion, and someone had to be watching him, so Luo Hao came over to sign.

The nurse in charge of Jiang Mian skillfully changed the IV bottle. There was still a retention needle in Jiang Mian's left hand, so she just poked it in directly.

After a slight recovery of blood, Qiao Yu looked away.

After the nurse left, he walked around to the other side of the bed, lowered his eyes to stare at Jiang Mian's hand with the retention needle, and put it under the quilt.

Luo Hao didn't disturb them and turned around to lie down on the sofa.

Qiao Yu continued to stay by the bed.

After two bottles of IV drip, he felt Jiang Mian's hands were cold, so he knocked them and reached under the quilt to warm them.

As I was covering myself like this, I suddenly felt the fingertips of my clasped hands move.

Qiao Yu looked up subconsciously and met Jiang Mian's slightly lowered gaze.

He stood there, his mind blank, for a long, long time, until Jiang Mian blinked gently, and Qiao Yu finally reacted.

He withdrew his hand and sat up straight.

"You're awake."

These words were like a button that made Luo Hao jump up from the sofa: "What?!"

Jiang Mian shifted his gaze to the side and glanced at Luo Hao without any expression.

"Nurse, nurse," Luo Hao came to the bedside excitedly, "You are so lucky. You finally woke up."

Jiang Mian woke up after being in a coma for four days. The doctors and nurses came to check on him and confirmed that there was nothing wrong.

The good news: There's nothing physically wrong.

Bad news: There's something wrong with your brain.

Qiao Yu was the first to notice it, because Jiang Mian saw him in the same way as he saw Luo Hao, except that his gaze stayed a little longer, without any emotional fluctuation.

Because of the medical history, the doctor focused on asking Jiang Mian about his memory problems.

Jiang Mian avoided the question and did not answer it. He just closed his eyes and felt sleepy.

Qiao Yu stood at the end of the bed and felt as if all his emotions had been drained away.

He felt a little numb because Jiang Mian had lost his memory again.

Qin Yulu came over specially when he learned that Jiang Mian had woken up.

Jiang Mian was sleeping and showed no intention of waking up, so she went back angrily.

"What's wrong? Are you sad?" Qin Yulu tilted his head to look at Qiao Yu's face, "Jiang Mian really has lost his memory this time, run as fast as you can!"

Qiao Yu dodged her by moving sideways, circled around with her, and finally faced the wall to meditate.

Jiang Mian wanted to sleep, so he drove them all out, including himself.

Qiao Yu felt a little uncomfortable.

But this cannot be blamed on Jiang Mian. He can't remember anything and should be scared now.

Qiao Yu turned his eyes away and looked at the thin strip of glass on the ward door. Apart from a ray of sunlight coming through the ward, he could see nothing.

-

Jiang Mian slept for a whole day, and Qiao Yu and Luo Hao waited at the door for a whole day.

The nurse brought him a chair, and sitting there wasn't actually very tiring.

He even regretted not bringing his laptop with him. The temperature in the hospital is kept constant all year round, so it would be very comfortable to read papers here.

When changing the dressing at night, Qiao Yu stood at the door and watched the nurse push the cart in.

About twenty minutes later, the nurse came out again pushing the cart.

Passing by Qiao Yu, he said to him, "The patient wants you to come in."

Qiao Yu opened his eyes slightly: "Me?"

Luo Hao also squeezed over to join in the fun: "What about me?"

The nurse said, "He's the only one."

Then he pushed the cart away leisurely.

"Haha," Luo Hao twitched his lips, "This is what a man is like. He values ​​women over friends and forgets his principles when he sees profit..."

Qiao Yu locked him outside the door and went in himself.

Jiang Mian woke up and washed and cleaned himself.

The hospital bed was folded up at a small angle to make it easier for Jiang Mian to communicate with others.

The gauze on his face was removed, revealing some small cuts caused by glass.

Although he had slept for a whole day, Jiang Mian's mental state was still not very good, which might be related to not eating for several days. His eyes were half closed and he looked a little tired.

Meeting Jiang Mian's gaze again, Qiao Yu felt a little complicated.

He didn't know what attitude he should adopt towards Jiang Mian, or what distance he should keep, whether to be unfamiliar or familiar, and what the next step should be.

Feeling very confused, he lowered his eyes.

He walked over to the stool beside the bed and sat down properly, putting his hands on his knees.

Jiang Mian turned his gaze away and looked at Qiao Yu for a long while.

Qiao Yu just let him look at him, and he also looked at him.

The two people, one sitting and one lying, one high and one low, were staring at each other quietly from a distance of one meter.

Qiao Yu didn't dislike this silence, nor did he feel embarrassed. He could feel that Jiang Mian was there, real and that made him feel at ease.

After a long while, Jiang Mian spoke: "What's your name?"

The voice was very light, barely audible.

"Qiao Yu." Qiao Yu answered, "Qiao is Xiao Qiao, and Yu is Jin."

Jiang Mian hummed: "I remember you."

Qiao Yu was a little surprised: "Remember?"

"Yeah," Jiang Mian smiled, "I just remember it."

Qiao Yu felt a lump in his throat, and when he spoke again, his voice was foggy and wet: "Really?"

Jiang Mian tilted his head and coaxed him softly: "I'm sorry."

Qiao Yu was stunned.

He had never seen Jiang Mian so polite and gentle.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Mian asked.

Qiao Yu came back to his senses: "It's okay, you just suddenly became polite."

Jiang Mian laughed and asked, "Was I very rude before?"

Qiao Yu didn't know whether she should tell Jiang Mian about the past.

If I tell him, will Jiang Mian make the same choice again?

He had selfish motives. He wanted to erase all the misunderstandings and disputes that had occurred recently from Jiang Mian's mind.

Even if we push it back further, we can cut out the five years of separation.

He wanted to secretly take Jiang Mian back with him, just like they did when they were eighteen years old.

But Qiao Yu knew that those were all impossible.

"I..." He paused, "There are too many things in the past to talk about."

"It doesn't matter," Jiang Mian said, "If you are willing to talk, I am willing to listen."

In the end, Qiao Yu chose to tell everything and answered whatever Jiang Mian asked.

He didn't want to lie, nor did he have the ability to cover up a lie. He wanted Jiang Mian to know more real information and eliminate the other person's inner anxiety as much as possible.

"You still have a fiancée. You are engaged."

Qiao Yu himself didn't know how to say this.

Even though Qin Yulu had already explained it to him, he still felt heartbroken when he thought about it.

"Oh?" Jiang Mian tilted his head again, "Is it you?"

There was a "bang" on Qiao Yu's head, and the awkward feeling he had been feeling for a long time was completely stunned by this blow.

"Sorry," Jiang Mian smiled, "You are so embarrassed to say it, I thought it was some other reason."

Qiao Yu cleared his throat and regained his composure: "Because you were pretending to be together."

Jiang Mian raised his eyebrows slightly.

Qiao Yu lowered his head again: "You can ask Miss Qin about these."

Jiang Mian nodded obediently: "Okay."

Like a primary school student taking notes seriously, Qiao Yu's palms were a little sweaty.

"You..." Qiao Yu wanted to say something, paused, hesitated for a long time, and couldn't help but say it, "If you spend more time with me, your memory should recover faster."

It was like this last time, so it should be the same this time, right?

Jiang Mian thought thoughtfully: "Because we are lovers?"

Qiao Yu was stunned.

"I haven't confessed yet?" Jiang Mian's eyes flashed with surprise, and a little regret, "I thought we were together."

Qiao Yu felt like a fool, and was completely at a loss for what to do after Jiang Mian made a few light jokes.

He wanted to make amends and explained haltingly, but Jiang Mian didn't listen. Jiang Mian just smiled and coughed: "You really like me."

Qiao Yu's shoulders slumped, and he felt frustrated for a moment.

Jiang Mian is such a person, and you can always control him accurately.

His confession five years ago was just like this. Instead of saying that he liked someone, he immediately insisted that someone liked him.

All the polite strangeness before disappeared at this moment. Jiang Mian was still the same Jiang Mian. Even though he put on a polite appearance, his bad character in his bones had not changed at all.

"I..." Qiao Yu gave up, "I don't like it very much."

"Yeah," Jiang Mian nodded again obediently, "I don't like it very much."

The side of Qiao Yu's face and even his ears turned red for no apparent reason. He thought it was a bit outrageous, so he raised his hand and rubbed it hard, but failed to cool it down.

Except for the last step, Jiang Mian and I had done basically everything that should be done. But now he was like a high school student, getting shy every time he spoke a word.

"Did I promise you anything specific and then fail to do it?" Jiang Mian asked.

Qiao Yu lowered her head and thought about it, feeling that those words like saying they would stay together forever in the future were not concrete things. Jiang Mian didn't say anything when he left, and there was no such thing between them.

"Really?" Jiang Mian lay back, staring up at the ceiling, thoughtfully, "I always feel like there's something I haven't done, about you."

Qiao Yu also thought about it and tried to say a few, but Jiang Mian shook his head.

"Headache." Jiang Mian closed his eyes.

Qiao Yu immediately stood up nervously: "Should we call a doctor to come and take a look?"

"No need," Jiang Mian said, "Just think about it."

"Then don't think about it for now," Qiao Yu said, "Do you want me to put down the bed for you——"

He suddenly stopped talking.

Looking down, Jiang Mian held his hand.

"It's so cool," Jiang Mian rubbed Qiao Yu's fingertips with his fingers, saying with a smile, "I thought you would be warm."

Qiao Yu stood there, his shoulders slowly relaxing. Seeing the other person's bony fingers clenching his, he returned the grip.

"A Mian..."

He called Jiang Mian's nickname softly.

Jiang Mian pulled his hand and said with some force: "Come closer."

Qiao Yu's body tilted and he almost fell on the bed.

He quickly supported the edge of the bed with his other hand. Jiang Mian's hand touched the side of his face and gently scratched it with his fingertips.

The place where it touched felt like an electric shock, causing a layer of small bumps to appear on his arms.

I don’t know why, but Qiao Yu has a natural attraction to Jiang Mian. Even though he can’t remember anything, he still feels close to her when he sees her for the first time.

But at that time, his defensiveness outweighed everything else, and Jiang Mian didn't dare to show any other emotions.

But now there were only two of them in the ward, facing Qiao Yu, and wanting to touch him.

Jiang Mian's fingertips stroked Qiao Yu's brow bone and nose bridge. Qiao Yu slightly bent over, drooping her eyelashes, like a well-behaved puppy, letting him touch her.

Jiang Mian's fingers were like kisses, stroking Qiao Yu's facial features gently and softly.

Finally, he stopped at the pink scar on his left eyelid: "You have a scar here."

Qiao Yu pursed her lips: "I touched it accidentally."

"Really?" Jiang Mian stared at it for a long time, "It's very dangerous."