Chapter 139 I Miss You So Much
A month later, Gu Moyang was transferred from the intensive care unit to the general ward.
I can barely walk.
Ji An and Sun Yiran knew that he had come back from the gates of hell, so they both rushed to the hospital to see him.
After all, he had finally managed to survive. Gu Moyang was wearing a hospital gown and leaning on the hospital bed, his face still very haggard.
When he was sent to the hospital, he was already in a deep coma and was only breathing his last breath.
It took two days of emergency treatment to save him.
With injuries of this magnitude and the fact that he was sent to the hospital too late, the doctor said that if it weren't for his strong will to survive, he might never have woken up.
It's a miracle that he woke up.
He was stabbed three times in the back, but fortunately none of them hit any vital parts. However, one of the stab wounds was inserted too deep and almost hit the inferior vena artery.
This is the most important artery in the body, and if it is punctured it will cause immediate and massive bleeding.
If he was punctured, he might die of hemorrhagic shock before the ambulance arrived.
Gu Moyang took the illustration book that was placed on the bedside.
Author: Nuan Baitian.
This illustration collection was just published this year, and he asked someone to buy it as soon as it was published.
This one even has her autograph on it, so it's a hot commodity.
It took a lot of effort to buy the autographed copy.
He had seen many of the paintings in it, but there were also new works that he had never seen before, probably for the purpose of publishing new paintings later.
He turned the pages one by one, and finally stopped at the eyes that looked like a landscape painting at first glance.
The eyes of a lover.
Gu Moyang curled his lips.
"What are you looking at? You're making me get goosebumps."
Ji An took a basket of fruit, put it on his bedside and glanced at the book in his hand.
"Can you tell what this is?" Gu Moyang looked up and asked him.
Sun Yiran also became interested. He put his phone in his pocket and walked over slowly.
Ji An: "Isn't this just a landscape painting? But it's a bit abstract." He pointed: "This is the sea, and these are the clouds. But why do the sky and the sea blend together?"
Sun Yiran: "I seem to have noticed something."
Ji An had a look on his face that said, "Stop pretending!" "What did you see?"
Sun Yiran frowned and studied it for a while: "It looks like a pair of eyes."
Ji An: "Whose eyes?"
"Of course it's mine." Gu Moyang said.
Sun Yiran: "So what is this painting?"
"Drawn by Jiang Jibai."
OK, OK.
Ji An shouldn't have asked.
Ji An and Sun Yiran looked at each other, raised their eyebrows, and immediately walked away in silence.
"Why did you do this? You suffered such a serious injury and yet you kept it a secret from her. You even asked Wu Qian to create a recording, and Jiang Jibai actually believed it."
Gu Moyang shook his head: "Telling her will only make her unhappy and affect her studies, and I don't want her to see me like this."
When he first woke up, he couldn't even speak. He has been in the intensive care unit and is not completely out of danger.
He could only tremblingly write down a few words to express his meaning and let Wu Qian do it.
He's already died once.
I have to be at my best when I see her again.
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Jiang Jibai, Lin Shanshan and others talked about Gu Moyang in the group chat.
They all expressed their support for her.
Being able to accept Gu Moyang again means that her heart knot has been completely untied.
As the New Year was approaching, Jiang Jibai returned to China.
After she returned to China, she had dinner with Lin Shanshan, Liu Yanan and Zhang Wanwan.
Because Lin Shanshan often has to travel on business, she is unable to take care of Duanduan after she goes abroad, so she temporarily entrusts Zhang Wanwan to help take care of him for her.
Wait until she graduates and returns to China, then bring Duanduan back.
She returned to her long-lost home, which was the house that Gu Moyang had helped her find.
He has never given up the lease of this house.
The beginning of spring is the Beginning of Spring. This year’s Beginning of Spring is a few days after the New Year, and it will be here in a few days.
They haven't been in touch for two months.
It's like a mysterious telepathy, letting the longing accumulate slowly, quietly waiting to be poured out on the day of reunion.
The temperature was still very low on the day of the Beginning of Spring.
She took a taxi directly to Jinghuai University.
It's winter vacation now and the students are all on vacation, so the campus is very quiet.
She hasn't been here for a long time. The last time she came was at the alumni association.
This time I came with a completely different mindset.
It is morning now, the weather is overcast and there is a light breeze.
The sycamore trees on both sides of the road have not yet sprouted new buds.
When she walked to the willow tree by the lake that had not yet grown new leaves, she found a tall figure waiting for her.
My heart started beating wildly.
"Gu Moyang!" she shouted.
She ran towards him, just like she did in college.
Jiang Jibai flew into his arms, and Gu Moyang caught her steadily.
Even though the wound was tearing painfully, he held her tighter.
"It's really you."
Jiang Ji buried his white face in his arms. His body was not cold and stiff, but soft and warm.
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she said in a muffled voice, "Do you know that I had a dream? It was a very real dream. I dreamed that you were dead, lying on the bed in the morgue where corpses were kept."
"I'm not dead, Jiang Nuannuan, how could I bear to die." Gu Moyang wrapped her in his coat, bent down to kiss the top of her head, and stroked her hair with the tip of his nose.
Jiang Jibai raised his head and held his face with his hands.
The bony face was warm.
But he has lost a lot of weight.
"What have you been doing all this time? Why have you lost so much weight?"
"I've been taking care of my body, wanting to be in the best condition to see you."
Jiang Jibai felt a sour feeling on the tip of his nose.
Gu Moyang used his fingertips to wipe away her tears.
He lowered his head and looked at her. "Okay, I think my life is worth it just to see you again. I miss you so much, Jiang Nuannuan."
Jiang Jibai looked at him for a while and said, "I miss you too, Gu Moyang."
Gu Moyang's hot kiss fell.
From top to bottom, from the forehead to the center of the eyebrows to the eyes, then to the tip of the nose and finally to the lips.
With a warm breath, he lightly kissed her, giving her a lingering and deeply affectionate kiss.
On the sunny university campus in early spring, they exchanged breaths with each other.
For a moment, multiple emotions of regret, joy, and guilt intertwined and collided in his heart, and finally melted into this kiss.
At the end of the kiss, Jiang Jibai's mouth was wet and salty.
She opened her eyes and found that Gu Moyang's black eyelashes were wet and there were traces of tears on his face.
Jiang Jibai hugged his thin waist tightly.
When I touched his back, I felt a few scars and a faint wetness.
Her heart ached.
Feeling the soft touch on his back, Gu Moyang paused and said in a hoarse nasal voice, "I'm fine. I'll be completely fine after a while."
Suddenly, a cool feeling slid across her wrist.
The familiar cold touch made her breath catch.
She raised her wrist, and the white pearl bracelet was already around her wrist again.
Like a declaration of some kind of relationship.
"Is it the same string from before?" Jiang Jibai asked.
Gu Moyang took her hand, passed his fingertips through her fingers and clasped them.
"Take a closer look."
Jiang Jibai lifted the hand he was holding and looked at it carefully with the insight of an art student.
"It's newer than the previous one, and has a better texture and is brighter."
Gu Moyang raised his hand and kissed the back of her hand.
"As expected of our Jiangda painter with his keen insight."
"Jiang Nuannuan." He suddenly looked at her intently and solemnly.
"I never waited for you in the past, I waited for you in the future."
"Let's start over, not from scratch."
"Okay." Jiang Jibai said, "Let's start over."
Gu Moyang held her in his arms again, and the void in his heart that had been lost and regained was filled.
In the tenth year of knowing her, his little sun finally returned to him.
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