I just don't want to be late again.

Ye Lang seemed to see the light of the operating table in a half-awake state. Soon the light gradually blurred and dimmed along with his vision, and finally turned into the familiar corridor of Gou's house.

Every midnight he would stand against the wall in a bodyguard's black suit, staring blankly. Actually, this was also a kind of rest for him.

It is hard to tell from which day, his time of daze began to have a little hope, probably from staring motionlessly out the window waiting for dawn, to occasionally the door beside him opening, and then a furry figure jumped out, running into his arms with disheveled hair.

From the initial shock and resistance, to the numbness and habit in the middle, to a little expectation in the end——

By the time Ye Lang reacted, he had already raised his hand when the door opened, and steadily caught Miss Gou who was rushing towards him, and added a sentence: "Nightmare?"

The bodyguard was slow to react at this time. He was always said to be a "stupid guy who might be able to achieve great things". What was going on when he took the initiative to open his arms to a member of the opposite sex one day?

He really has no idea.

That's how he missed his first chance.

The crying person in his arms soaked his suit with tears, and talked in detail about how much she hated Lu Wan. Before he wanted to tell her "don't cry", the scene in the corridor of Gou's house behind him suddenly disappeared and turned into the narrow interior of the car.

The person buried in his arms raised her head and said to him with red eyes, "I'm breaking off the engagement."

Ye Lang was stunned for a moment, looked at the surrounding environment and atmosphere, and remembered that this was the day Gou An and He Ran broke off their engagement.

After leaving the banquet and returning to the car, her eyes were still red and she looked as miserable as a drowned dog.

But this time it was not the resentment of the night. Her red eyes were filled with a little grievance and relief. It was a very complicated emotion. She looked at the bodyguard with eyes so bright, as if she was waiting for him to say something...

Ye Lang saw his reflection in her eyes, his features were so clear because of the bright gaze.

He pursed his lips at the expectant look, ignoring his suddenly accelerated heartbeat. In the end, he said nothing, letting her eyes flicker from bright to dim.

She snorted softly, turned her head and sat back in her seat, staring out the window for a while, then couldn't help turning her head back to look at him.

Ye Lang could only pretend not to see it.

He was actually a little nervous. It was the first time he felt that the road from the city center to Gou's house was so long. There were so many traffic lights that a one-second wait was invisibly magnified.

While waiting like this, he unknowingly missed his second opportunity.

The traffic light is on.

The car did not move. Ye Lang asked the driver in front why he did not drive. The driver held the steering wheel and said, "There is a police car in front of us performing official duties. Please give way to us politely!"

Ye Lang was stunned for a moment and looked out the window, just in time to see a police car passing by the window. The window was lowered, and Miss Gou, who was sitting next to him and throwing a tantrum, sat in the police car without knowing when -

Her fair and delicate hands, which had embraced his waist countless times, were bound by cold silver handcuffs. She lowered her head, and it seemed that her long curly hair, which was always bright and soft, had lost its luster in an instant.

As if noticing his gaze, the person in the police car raised his head, smiled at him, and said to him, "Alang, actually your understanding is not completely wrong. If someone asked me if I would send Lu Wan to hell if she had a chance, I really wouldn't hesitate."

As he said this, a police car passed by him.

The third time I missed it, the old man said, three times is the limit.

This time, Ye Lang finally reacted, his heart tightened, he opened the door and got out of the car to chase -

But the moment he opened the door, he stumbled and felt the cold wind outside. He shivered in his autumn bodyguard suit, but found himself not at a crowded intersection, but in front of the deserted Qingshan Prison.

In front of the white Rolls-Royce not far from him, the man in the dark woolen coat reached out and took the person he loved into his arms, lifted her chin and kissed her.

I don't know when the bag in my hand fell to the ground, and a light-colored scarf rolled out of it.

The car behind him disappeared. Someone turned around and saw his mother sitting in a wheelchair, looking at him with a smile.

He walked towards her, step by step changing from a tall and handsome young man to a teenager, and then to a little boy in shorts and slippers, with a short buzz cut, and came to his mother's wheelchair.

The woman in front of him also turned into the young look she had more than 20 years ago. Her soft hands were callous-free and well-maintained. She held Ye Lang in her arms.

"Your father always says that you are like a piece of wood, cold-blooded and indifferent, and that you will achieve great things in the future... But Alang, mother thinks that you are just too slow, always doing things half a beat slower, and always lag behind others. I am afraid that you will suffer in the future."

This is probably a prophecy that has come true.

The little boy with a shaved head finally shed tears. His face, which had been delicate since childhood, was squeezed into a ball, no longer beautiful. His tears flowed more and more fiercely, and he asked, "Mom, it's too late."

"I seem to have missed someone important, what should I do?"

What should he do? It was like the countless times he had faced that person's expectant eyes, but he had never responded.

This time he got his comeuppance. Despite his cries for life, no one responded to him even a word.

When Ye Lang woke up, he found himself in the ward, not surprisingly, with an IV hanging on the back of his hand. His originally cold and white skin was made to look even more like a corpse by the cold liquid.

He moved his hands and found that his fingertips and palms were warm. Then he found that he was holding a small mineral water bottle filled with hot water that was not hot to the touch.

The little girl sitting beside the bed staring at him silently was wearing the same hospital gown. Her head was no longer wrapped like an Indian. She just looked a little pale. When she saw that he had woken up, she leaned over and asked, "Is it a nightmare?"

After these words were spoken, both of them were stunned.

A few seconds later, Gou An laughed, and his laughter broke the heavy atmosphere in the ward.

She pointed at the corner of Ye Lang's eyes and said, "What did you dream about? You just kept saying 'too late' and then you started crying."

Ye Lang looked at the corners of her lips that curled up, and knew that he had ten thousand standard answers to her question.

But when those answers came to my lips, they all turned into silence.

It's not that he doesn't want to say it, nor is it that he doesn't want to express his regrets, it's just that he saw the familiar light in her eyes again, just like the curtains were drawn and the sunlight was shining in.

He suddenly didn't want to care about whether he was the one who opened the curtains.

Everything he saw and missed became a regretful past. It seemed useless to apologize or feel sorry for these things...

Everyone is trying to move forward.

In that timeline where it was hard to tell whether it was a dream or a past life, there was a spoiled young lady who took the hand of a stray dog ​​without disgust, and tried to have a future with him with care and caution.

He let it down.

“Not a nightmare.”

On the hospital bed, the man who had just woken up from anesthesia had a cold expression on his face. He sat up and skipped over the possible heavy topics with a nonchalant attitude.

He reached out and grabbed a tissue, casually wiping away the remaining tears on his face.

The person sitting on the bed stared blankly until the last bit of moisture disappeared from his black and white eyes. Then she realized that the expressionless face in front of her was the bodyguard she was familiar with.

Ye Lang casually crumpled up the tissue and threw it into the trash can.

Hit the target with one strike.

Gou An slowly withdrew his gaze from the trash can and looked at his exaggeratedly wrapped feet: "Will there be any sequelae?"

"It might be a little inconvenient to walk, but you won't be able to see it unless you look carefully." He replied in a serious tone, "It's okay."

"Why doesn't it matter? Won't this affect your fighting?"

“…”

“…”

For the first time, Gou Anshi saw a clear and distinct smile blooming on the overly delicate face in front of him.

He Jinxing showed her a photo of Ye Lang's father and told her about Ye Lang's life experience, but at this moment, Gou An only thought that the bodyguard's stunning beauty must have been inherited from his mother -

She must be a lady who is very gentle and beautiful when she smiles.

Ye Lang's smile quickly subsided. He used the hand that was temporarily free to smooth his sleep-messy hair. He said, "It's okay. I don't have to fight myself now."

I have never seen him laugh or heard him tell a joke in my life.

Today I saw two of the seven wonders of the world at once?

Gou An tilted his head and looked at him for a while, as if to confirm whether he had been possessed by a soul. After looking for a long time, he felt that the indifferent expression on his face when he didn't speak must be Ye Lang himself.

"Do you regret it?"

"Won't."

"You didn't even ask me what you regretted."

"No need to ask."

Ye Lang looked out the window. The trees outside the ward had been blown away by the typhoon, leaving only bare trunks. Several branches were broken in half, revealing tender green buds.

In spring, they will still sprout new buds.

In a few years, when people look out of this window again, they will not know that there was once a tree here that was hit by a typhoon and was almost uprooted.

"I'm always late." Ye Lang placed his hands on the washed hard white quilt. "From the moment the typhoon started, I stepped out of the house. I didn't want to exchange one for another, nor did I want to make up for all the things I missed..."

He paused. "I just don't want to be behind others any more."

Gou An looked at him silently.

Although it seemed to others that the two were talking about some mysterious topic, fortunately they both knew what they were talking about.

——It sounded like a toast to the end of a chapter in life, or a farewell.

So even if it was mentioned in a nonchalant tone, it couldn't conceal the dampness as if it had been hit by heavy rain.

But at this point in life, there will always be such embarrassing moments that we have to face.

No matter how many regrets or apologies there are in the past, what’s past is past. Look back and reflect on yourself three times a day. If it is of no use to the road ahead, then forget it.

So Gou An said "hmm" softly, and then she smiled, as if a breath of anger that had been dormant in the corner of her chest for a long time was finally dug out from her chest at this moment, and then released until it disappeared.

"You really weren't late this time, you were faster than everyone else." Gou An patted his knees hidden under the quilt, "Thank you, without you, I might not be able to sit here now."

Ye Lang didn't comment, his face was wooden, and he leaned back.

His eyes swept over the mobile phone placed on the bedside table and the huge fruit basket next to the phone that could not be ignored at all.

The man's cold eyes glowed with phosphorescence, and his pointed white chin raised towards the intricately constructed fruit basket: "What is that?"

The expression on his face could not be described as "surprise" in any way.

Gou An scratched his chin with one finger: "I bought the fruit basket because I thought you might stay in the hospital for a long time. The food in the hospital is not very good. You need to supplement some vitamins--"

"Did he teach you?"

The voice stopped abruptly, and Gou An's face was stunned for a moment.

Then, before she could stop him, Ye Lang sat up, picked up the pineapple from the fruit basket, and put it back into the hands of the little girl sitting beside the bed.

Gou An: “?”

Ye Lang: "If you hit him in the face or the ceiling, my favor will be wiped out. I will find a chance to pay you back for the rest."

Gou An: "It will cost lives."

Yelang: “Isn’t that great?”

Gou An: “…”

never mind.

What's wrong with admitting that you are blind?

Whether in the original novel or now, she Gou An just likes to find a boyfriend in kindergarten.

(End of this chapter)