"Bang"
The box fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.
Jian Luo fell to the ground holding the young man, groaning, and they fell beside him. The young man's notebook and pen flew far away due to the inertia. There was a terrifying smashing sound in his ears, dust was flying, and thunder was heard in the sky not far away. The young man was stunned. He subconsciously glanced sideways at Jian Luo beside him, and then saw a curled up figure.
The young man said, "Brother Jian?"
Jian Luo groaned and curled up in pain.
All of a sudden, although not very obvious, the young man smelled the smell of blood. It was not very strong, but it was definitely there. The red liquid flowed from Jian Luo's fingers and was shocking on his fair skin.
The young man's eyes widened, and he shouted in a panic, "Someone, someone, someone!"
Jian Luo sighed inwardly and said, "Don't make a fuss. He's not dead yet."
The young man came back to his senses when he heard him speak. When he looked up, he saw the wound on Jian Luo's face. It was a very obvious bloodstain, which was bleeding downwards and almost touched his eyes.
Because of the noise coming from their side, many people came over after hearing the noise. When they got closer, they saw potatoes scattered all over the ground and people sitting on the ground. There was blood flowing down Jian Luo's face, which looked shocking.
Someone screamed, "Call an ambulance!"
Someone also ran to call Su Liang.
Jian Luo had to remind: "Bring the medicine box, stop the bleeding first."
Maybe most people were panicked and didn't even think about getting the medicine box. It was only when a patient Jian Luo took the initiative to talk about it that they realized what was going on.
When Su Liang ran over, a group of people were surrounding Jian Luo to treat his wounds. She ran over and saw Jian Luo's face froze. Her nose felt sore, her eyes were red, and tears suddenly fell: "Luoluo."
Jian Luo knew it was him when he heard the voice. He turned his back to Su Liang and said, "Mom, don't worry. It's nothing serious."
Su Liang cried even more sadly.
A group of people gathered here, and finally the sound of an ambulance was heard not far away. The medical staff didn't care much when they heard that someone was injured here, but they could not sit still when they heard the patient's name.
Jian Luo
Everyone knows his name; he is already a national treasure.
"Move aside."
"Get out of the way."
"Just follow along, family members."
The scene was in a panic and chaos. Jian Luo's last memory was the white roof of the ambulance. Everything else was like bubbles to him. The last thought in his mind before he closed his eyes was what to do after Lu Shifeng came back. He was too embarrassed to face anyone.
…
Jian Luo had a dream.
In the dream, he was already a white-haired old grandfather, while Lu Shifeng was still young. His three children had grown up and achieved success in their respective fields, but he could not see them get married and have children in his lifetime. This lonely life left him with countless regrets.
"Are you still awake?"
"The doctor said that in the next two days..."
There was a sound coming from far away. Jane Luo opened her eyes with her eyelashes trembling slightly. The first thing her nose smelled was the smell of disinfectant, which was a bit pungent but also sobering.
It took Jian Luo a while to adjust, her voice a little hoarse: "Mom."
Su Liang was stunned and rushed over quickly. The delicate and weak woman began to cry again: "Luoluo."
Jian Luo narrowed his eyes, saw her appearance clearly, and smiled: "Why are you crying again? I'm not dead, am I?"
"Mom, don't cry anymore."
Su Liang wiped his face and helped Jian Luo sit up: "How do you feel? Are you still uncomfortable?"
Jian Luo shook his head. He subconsciously looked around and then thought about his face. He said, "My face is injured, right?"
At that time, I was taking the boy to avoid the frame, but he bumped into the shelf next to him and scratched his face. Actually, I didn't feel anything when I was injured, but now it hurts so much.
Su Liang was stunned for a moment, then quickly said, "Luoluo, don't worry. Dark Star's medical technology is very good, and they will definitely not leave you with any scars."
Jian Luo smiled: "Yeah."
In fact, it is useless for him to have a pretty face as he is a boy, but - but he doesn't want Lu Shifeng to see his ugly appearance, which will make him very embarrassed.
Jian Luo remembered and asked, "Mom, how long have I slept?"
"I slept for two days." Su Liang brought porridge and rice from the nearby kitchenette. "The doctor said you can eat when you wake up. Come on."
Jian Luo's hands were weak, so Su Liang used a small spoon to feed him mouthful by mouthful. While he was eating, Jian Luo asked, "Where's the cub?"
Su Liang said, "The children are at home. I didn't bring them to see you because I was afraid they would worry because you were injured."
Jian Luo responded.
After he finished his meal, he wanted to look in the mirror. Su Liang followed him as if he was worried that Jian Luo could not bear the stimulation. Jian Luo just walked to the mirror and saw the red mark on his face, which stretched from the corner of his eye to the wing of his nose, and looked a little glaring.
Su Liangxin brought it up.
Jian Luo looked at it for a while and smiled: "It's quite unique."
Su Liang was slightly surprised.
"It's good that you didn't poke my eyes. Eyes are harder to heal than scars." Jian Luo said, "Don't worry, I'm not a child anymore. I can't be so unacceptable."
For some reason, the more indifferent he was, the sadder Su Liang seemed to be.
"Dongdong"
There was a knock on the door.
Jian Luo turned around: "Please come in."
The person who came in was actually the little boy. He stood timidly at the door, and when he saw Jian, he stepped behind him and greeted him, "Brother Jian."
Jian Luo smiled: "Why are you standing there? Come in if you're here."
The little boy came in with some gifts and bowed: "Brother Jian, I'm sorry!"
He seemed very nervous, his whole body was shaking uncontrollably. Jian Luo even doubted whether he could shake himself to pieces.
Jian Luo sat down: "I went to save you myself, don't be like this."
The little boy bit his lip: "But..."
"Just be more careful next time. You won't be so lucky every time." Jian Luo picked up the water glass on the table and took a sip: "Go back, I'm fine."
The little boy looked at the scar on Jian Luo's face and seemed to be hesitant to speak. He originally thought that Jian Luo might be very angry or something, but he did not expect Jian Luo to be so calm.
The words of comfort were on the tip of his tongue, but in the end he could only bow and leave.
After he left, Jian Luo said to Su Liang, "You should go back and rest too. I'm a little tired and want to sleep for a while."
Su Liang nodded: "Okay."
After everyone left, Jian Luo completely took off his pretended indifference. He sighed and walked to the bed and sat down, looking at the sky outside the window and thinking about life. In fact, he was also afraid. How could he not be afraid? He was also a human being. But what's the use of being afraid? In Lu Shifeng's words, crying blindly will not solve the problem.
…
Falling asleep is a drowsy process.
This time the sleep was even deeper. He dreamed of many things. He dreamed of his past life in the village, that he was desperate, that he came to the big city to work hard, and that he stayed up late to live broadcast in order to pay the rent. Life was like a movie showlist, replaying scene by scene.
When he woke up again, he heard the sounds around him:
"high fever?"
"Why don't you retreat?"
"We don't know either. His body is resisting Dark Star's medication and is even experiencing a stress reaction."
"Stop taking the medicine for now."
Jian Luo opened his eyes in a daze and saw a shadow beside him. He stretched out his hand subconsciously to hold the person, but his hand hanging in the air was finally caught by a big hand. This was definitely not Su Liang's hand. This realization made Jian Luo suddenly wake up. The figure that appeared was Lu Shifeng.
?
Jian Luo's voice was hoarse: "Aren't you coming back in half a month?"
Lu Shifeng said: "You are injured, I will come back to see you."
This man never said any sweet words and always did things silently. He never told her how tiring and troublesome it would be to rush back. He just stood quietly beside her, within her reach.
inexplicable
Jian Luo's nose felt sore, his head felt heavy, and he was burning with pain. In fact, the wound on his face was also painful, but he didn't cry for these. He just felt inexplicably vulnerable when he saw Lu Shifeng.
"What's so good about me?" Jian Luo subconsciously wanted to cover his face with his hands: "It's ugly."
He slept for another two days, and the marks on his face had formed a layer of shallow scars, which looked very conspicuous now. In fact, he was not ugly. He had fair skin and beautiful features. The scar on his face looked like a lightning tattoo, a bit mysterious and cool.
Lu Shifeng: "Don't talk nonsense."
Jian Luo looked at him expectantly.
Then I heard Lu Shifeng say lightly: "She wasn't that pretty before."
“…”
Oh my god
Jian Luo didn't know whether to be sad or happy. Just when he was filled with grief and anger, Lu Shifeng brought a tray and medicine box from not far away and applied some to his hands: "You need to apply ointment on your face every few hours. Come here."
Jian Luo was sitting on the bed, and seeing his stubborn attitude made her angry. Although she knew that applying the ointment was for her own good, she still pouted and said sourly, "You still say I'm not ugly, and you're so active in applying the ointment. Don't you still despise me?"
In fact, everyone who says this wants to hear comfort, to comfort him by saying that it’s okay, you are not ugly, it’s okay, I’m not applying medicine to you because I dislike you. No one really wants to argue, and behind the unreasonable behavior is the desire to repeat and confirm the sense of security again and again.
Lu Shifeng looked at him quietly.
Jian Luo glanced at him guiltily a few times but received no comfort. He could hardly hide his disappointment, but still said sympathetically, "Okay, okay, I won't say anything. If you want to wipe it off, just wipe it off..."
Lu Shifeng leaned down and moved closer. His handsome face suddenly enlarged in front of Jian Luo. While Jian Luo was talking incessantly, he lowered his head slightly and gently kissed the red scar, as gently as if he was treating a treasure in the world.
Jian Luo's eyes suddenly widened and the words that were about to come out of his mouth stopped.
To be precise, he has become stupid.
Lu Shifeng raised his head, his blood-red eyes staring straight at him, and raised his eyebrows: "Can I wipe it off now?"
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