Zhou Ziyi didn't know how long he had been standing there.
He was silent for a long time, then he raised his hand and tried to use his phone to check if there were other ways to leave the hospital. But he couldn't think of which app to use, so he clicked on it unconsciously and found that there was a bus stop 1.2 kilometers away, and the first bus in the morning would arrive at 6:10.
He could obviously wait in the hospital until the time was almost up, but for some reason, Zhou Ziyi suddenly became mad at himself and stepped into the cold wind in his slippers.
The temperature in the early morning was the most devastating. The cold wind made Zhou Ziyi's head twitch, but he just walked forward step by step. The road was wide, clean, and not winding. But looking forward, it always seemed to have no end.
Zhou Ziyi didn't know how long he had been walking.
All I know is that when he walked to the bus stop and sat down on the cold metal seat, he shuddered suddenly.
Only then did he realize that this place was much colder than the hospital.
The wind blew into his eyes, and it was cold. He felt his eyes were a little hot, and he blinked hard, and the feeling disappeared again.
He lowered his head and unlocked his phone, but he didn't know what to do. He swiped upwards and the list of open apps appeared in front of him, and he unconsciously swiped them away one by one.
When he slid to the payment software page, the five-digit number made his fingers pause.
Zhou Ziyi knew the number, but when he paid, he just swiped it and it went by. At that time, his anxiety overwhelmed everything. Now when he saw the number again, Zhou Ziyi was stunned for a while.
Until the phone screen goes dark.
Zhou Ziyi bent down, covered his face, and sat alone in the cold wind.
…
Zhou Ziyi took the bus for a long time, and then changed to an online taxi when he arrived in the city. The online taxi driver was shocked to see his miserable appearance, and turned around to ask, "Sir, are you okay?"
"...It's okay." Zhou Ziyi had a blank expression on his face, and his voice was as damp, cold and hoarse as the early morning.
The driver didn't dare ask any more questions and turned back to concentrate on driving.
Zhou Ziyi clenched his fingers and took a few deep breaths silently and slowly.
Looking out the window, it was already bright.
…
It was already past seven in the morning when Zhou Ziyi opened the door of Yan Xiuzhi's apartment.
Obviously nothing was turned on in the house, but the moment he entered the door, Zhou Ziyi felt as if a warm breeze was blowing on his face.
This kind of warmth immediately melted away something that Zhou Ziyi had been holding on to with gritted teeth.
He stood at the entrance, as if he could not move suddenly. There was no more noise of traffic and people coming and going around him, and a certain feeling that had been suppressed in his heart became louder and came back with a vengeance.
There was no one in the dim house. Zhou Ziyi seemed to hear a voice saying: Don't hold it in anymore.
——No one will see it.
He felt his eyes suddenly get hot, his legs suddenly lose strength, and his body suddenly can't stand straight. He squatted down and curled up. When he closed his eyes, water drops slid down his face.
It hit the floor, leaving a transparent mark.
The second drop, the third drop...
Zhou Ziyi himself didn't understand why he suddenly became like this. But the emotions that had been churning for a long time found an outlet, and the tears that welled up could no longer be stopped. He was only a few meters away from his room, but he couldn't even bear this distance, squatting in the entrance and began to cry. This flood-like outpouring was fierce, and Zhou Ziyi couldn't control it. He even had to bite his lower lip tightly to prevent the sound in his throat from being released.
Even so, he couldn't stop sobbing intermittently.
He was tired, he was cold, and he finally got home at dawn. These were all small things, but they were enough to ignite him. There were more, deeper, more aggrieved things, and he didn't even have time to think about them. They all lingered in his emotions and exploded unexpectedly.
He just squatted there, curled up in a ball, and cried almost silently.
Until Yan Xiuji came downstairs.
Yan Xiu Ji suddenly saw a figure squatting in the entrance hall. His whole body tensed up for a second before he recognized that it was Zhou Ziyi.
"What are you doing here?" Zhou Ziyi's strange posture prompted Yan Xiuji to stride towards him. When Yan Xiuji stopped in front of Zhou Ziyi, the subtle whimpering sound reached Yan Xiuji's ears.
——Crying?
This realization almost stunned Yan Xiuji. In the past, he thought Zhou Ziyi would cry several times, but Zhou Ziyi didn't cry. But now, one morning when the sky was just getting light, Zhou Ziyi was squatting in the entrance crying alone, and crying so hard... This made Yan Xiuji come up with many bad guesses.
Yan Xiuzhi didn't even know when he went out.
Going out in pajamas was obviously not an easy thing.
"What's wrong?" Yan Xiuji squatted down and wanted to see Zhou Ziyi's face. "What happened?"
Zhou Ziyi shook his head.
He didn't want to cry in front of Yan Xiuji. He heard Yan Xiuji coming down. But he couldn't move, and couldn't stop crying, so he could only stay where he was and be caught by Yan Xiuji. He lowered his head, at least not wanting Yan Xiuji to see his face.
Yan Xiuzhi felt annoyed because of his refusal.
"Tell me, what happened?" Yan Xiuji stretched out his hand to help him up, but after lifting it for a long time, he didn't know where to put it, so he just put it on Zhou Ziyi's head and touched it, "Why are you crying?"
The wetness in Zhou Ziyi's hair made Yan Xiuzhi realize that the young man had not only been out for quite some time.
Yan Xiuzhi touched Zhou Ziyi's hand again; it was cold.
The man frowned, feeling a knot in his heart that made it hard for him to calm down: "You went out?"
Zhou Ziyi still didn't answer. Rather, Yan Xiuji's question was like a catalyst, making him want to stop, but unable to.
Yan Xiuzhi became more and more annoyed as he listened. His guess was becoming more and more ominous, and he felt like he had no place to put his strength.
He had no choice but to move closer, half squatting and half kneeling closer to the curled up young man, holding the other's face with both hands and forcing him to look up.
"What happened?" Yan Xiuji asked again, his tone sounding serious and reliable. "Tell me, then I can help you solve it."
He urged, “Speak.”
Zhou Ziyi finally met his gaze.
The young man's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and tears were still pouring out. He looked at people as if there was a layer of mist between them. He had to answer Yan Xiuji's questions. He wanted to speak out the grievances in his heart, but the messy words kept turning around in his mouth, and he couldn't say a word.
Yan Xiuzhi waited patiently for a long time before he heard his hoarse response.
Zhou Ziyi said hoarsely: "I...I want to learn how to drive."
Yan Xiuzhi was a little surprised when he heard this.
He quickly realized that this was not what Zhou Ziyi really wanted, but he still replied: "Then learn. I'll enroll you in a driving school. It's not difficult."
Zhou Ziyi blinked, and tears slid down her cheeks and onto Yan Xiuzhi's fingers.
"What else? Keep talking." Yan Xiuji looked at him, "If you want to learn how to drive, do you need to buy a car?"
Zhou Ziyi didn't dare to answer. Zhou Wenwen's medical expenses were the most important thing now. How could Zhou Ziyi afford to buy a car? How could he afford to maintain a car?
Thinking of this, the young man suddenly remembered another thing: "Financial management... Let's put financial management aside for now..."
Yan Xiuji was stunned for a moment: "Why? Are you in urgent need of money somewhere else?"
"..." Before Zhou Ziyi could answer, he was slapped hard.
Yan Xiuji's questions made him forget to cry. His tears were not so heavy anymore, but he could not stop gasping. When he inhaled, the breath came before he spoke. He was so exhausted that he could not even reply.
Yan Xiuji thought he didn't want to talk anymore, so he asked directly, "You went out this morning, didn't you? Zhou Wenwen needs money urgently? How much does she need?"
It was unknown which of these questions touched Zhou Ziyi, and the tears that were about to be suppressed fell again.
“No, no…”
"Zhou Ziyi, tell me the truth." Yan Xiuji looked at him and said, "Don't just cry. Tell me what happened. Don't hide it from me."
Zhou Ziyi looked at him, feeling the hands on his face, tears rolling down his cheeks as he asked a confusing question: "...Why?"
Yan Xiuji: "Why?"
Zhou Ziyi did not answer.
He just stared at Yan Xiuzhi for a few seconds, then suddenly raised his hands and hugged him!
Yan Xiuji:!!!
He froze, and then he suddenly felt a weight hitting him, causing him to lean back and fall to the floor.
Zhou Ziyi didn't do it on purpose, he just squatted for too long and his legs and feet were numb. When he leaned forward, he couldn't control himself and fell forward, kneeling on the ground with his legs, and fell into Yan Xiuji's arms.
"you……"
Yan Xiuji opened his mouth to say something, but Zhou Ziyi hugged him tightly and buried his head in his shoulder.
The suppressed sobbing sound reached Yan Xiuji's ears, and Yan Xiuji realized that Zhou Ziyi was crying again. His previous questioning did not make Zhou Ziyi calm down and answer his questions, but instead made him cry uncontrollably again.
The big president was helpless.
He wanted to help Zhou Ziyi solve the problem rationally, but the effect seemed to be counterproductive. Zhou Ziyi's crying was muffled in his ears and scratched his heart, like a cat's nails hooking the threads on the sweater, hooking more and more, and it became a tangled mess.
The Zhou Ziyi Yan Xiuji had seen before was more likely to smile than to frown. Every morning when he woke up, the first person he saw was Zhou Ziyi, and the first words he heard were "Good morning" from him with a smile. Looking at Zhou Ziyi like that, Yan Xiuji could hardly imagine what he looked like when he was sad.
The few times he saw him depressed, Yan Xiuji thought he was crying, but in fact he wasn't. Yan Xiuji felt that he was holding himself back too much. Perhaps one day, Zhou Ziyi would feel better if he could vent his emotions.
Now, he really cried, and Yan Xiuzhi began to not want him to cry anymore.
His crying represented his emotions, which were suppressed, painful, and unbearable. Even because of his self-restraint, this crying might only be a part of his discomfort. Yan Xiuji wanted to help him, and this feeling came inexplicably and strongly. He wanted Zhou Ziyi to relieve these depressions, but Zhou Ziyi was unwilling to say a word.
Thinking of this, Yan Xiuzhi felt even more irritated.
——Stop crying.
Perhaps it was because the hug was too tight, or perhaps it was because the young man was crying so hard that Yan Xiuji hugged him tightly, not thinking of pushing him away. He just felt sour, numb, confused, and anxious in his heart. Yan Xiuji felt like his chest was blocked and he was eagerly looking for a way to relieve it.
He sat on the ground, patting Zhou Ziyi's back again and again, letting the tears soak his shoulders.
He himself didn't know why, but he just blurted out something like: "It's okay, I'll buy you a car."
He also said: "How much money does Zhou Wenwen want? Tell me, I will lend it to you without charging you any interest."
He even said, "If you have anything to say, I can help you."
The only response he got was the crying that continued and became even more obvious.
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