Chapter 25 Perfect Experience
After the wings disappeared, Jiang Jinyue took a hot bath and wanted to have a good sleep.
But as he lay in bed, he was obviously very tired, but his spirit became more and more active.
After forcing himself to lie down for a while, Jiang Jinyue simply got up again, put on his clothes carefully, straightened the corners of his clothes in front of the mirror, put on his glasses and mask, combed his bangs, and went out.
Walking out of the Rhine community, the streets outside are still bustling.
Jiang Jinyue quietly walked to the line in front of the bun shop, just like he did in the first few days after arriving in H City, and stood at the end of the line. Soon, a few more people stood behind him.
The team moved forward very quickly, and the uncle's shouting was still clear and loud.
Jiang Jinyue lowered his head, stared at his toes, and slowly followed the team forward. His mouth under the mask was slightly open, and he was taking deep breaths to calm his nervousness.
The office workers who came to buy buns were all in a hurry, and soon someone bumped into Jiang Jinyue's shoulder when leaving.
The man was so anxious that he didn't even have time to stop and look. When he said "sorry", he had already run far away.
"It's okay." Although no one could hear it, Jiang Jinyue still answered in a low voice.
He lowered his head, the ground in front of him began to twist and deform, and the shouting of the uncle in the bun shop gradually faded away. Jiang Jinyue took out his mobile phone with trembling hands, opened the album, and looked through the photos.
There were very few photos in his album. There were a few of Wang Xiaoya, a few of his own clumsy selfies, and more of Lu Qingmian. Dozens of them were taken by him when time was paused before.
Looking at Lu Qingmian's face on the phone screen, unable to hide his worry for him, Jiang Jinyue curled the corners of his lips and murmured, "I won't get lost this time."
The group buying buns moved forward a few steps, and Jiang Jinyue followed. He was accidentally bumped into by people passing by several times. Jiang Jinyue gritted his teeth, and except for a slight tremor in his body, he did not yell uncontrollably at the illusion again.
The distance from the bun shop door to the roadside was only a few meters, but Jiang Jinyue felt it was several kilometers long, so long that even his feet seemed to hurt.
The mouth under the mask opened wider and wider, and Jiang Jinyue's lungs ached violently every time he breathed, but he still followed the team slowly forward and did not leave the team halfway like he had done in the past few times.
Finally, the last person in front bought the buns and left, and Jiang Jinyue finally stood in front of the uncle in the bun shop.
"Little classmate, what kind of buns do you want?" The uncle obviously recognized Jiang Jinyue and his tone softened a little.
Jiang Jinyue looked up and slowly pulled down his mask. He tried hard to force a not-so-pretty smile at the man working in the bun shop. The smile was pale and weak, but it stubbornly hung on his face.
"I want two steamed buns, one vegetarian and one meat, and a cup of soy milk with sugar."
The uncle filled the buns and soy milk with swift movements, and finally stuffed in a tea egg.
"Little classmate, eat well!"
Jiang Jinyue followed the others and took the bag in a nonchalant manner. His fingers accidentally touched the uncle's hand, which was rough and warm. Jiang Jinyue's fingertips trembled and he held the bag tightly.
"Thank you, boss..."
He turned around and tried to leave, but the man from the bun shop stopped him and said, "Wait a moment, little classmate. I have something to ask you."
The uncle in the bun shop asked his wife, who was busy making buns in the back, to take over temporarily. Then he wiped his hands and ran out from a small door on the side with a sealed paper bag in his hand.
The paper bag is very thick and looks quite heavy.
The man in the bun shop took Jiang Jinyue to a corner and handed him the paper bag. "Little classmate, you know classmate Lu. I don't have his contact information, and he hasn't been here recently. Can you help me return this to him?"
"What is this?" Jiang Jinyue took the paper bag and opened it, and found a thick stack of money inside. He had never seen so much money before.
The uncle at the bun shop showed an embarrassed expression on his face and told Jiang Jinyue what happened last time. "Student Lu gave me so much money and asked me to take good care of you, but I didn't do it. At that time, I was obsessed with money and was afraid that Student Lu would ask for the money back. But later, when I got home, I felt uncomfortable and guilty. I didn't feel at ease holding the money. After thinking it over, I decided to return the money to Student Lu."
Jiang Jinyue didn't expect that Lu Qingmian had done such a thing for him. His heart softened, as if he was wrapped in a warm quilt. The physical discomfort caused by the stress response of PTSD completely disappeared.
But he couldn't make a decision for Lu Qingmian, so he sent Lu Qingmian a WeChat message to ask.
Lu Qingmian replied quickly: ...Please hold it for me first.
After Jiang Jinyue received the paper bag, he did not go home, but turned and walked into the alley.
Even though the walls on both sides of the alley are very high, they cannot block the dazzling sunlight today.
Jiang Jinyue did not put the mask that had been pulled to his chin back on. He walked slowly while eating a bun. He finished the bun and stood in front of the small noodle shop.
The small noodle shop was deserted in the morning. Tang Zebin was sitting at a small table at the door doing his summer homework.
Seeing Jiang Jinyue coming, Tang Zebin's eyes immediately lit up. He pushed his homework book aside and jumped in front of Jiang Jinyue.
"Brother Jiang!"
After a night, Tang Zebin looked more lively.
Jiang Jinyue nodded and asked, "Where's Grandpa Tang?"
Tang Zebin ran into the small noodle shop cheering, "Grandpa, my brother Jiang is here!"
Jiang Jinyue followed him in and saw the old man busy in the kitchen.
The old man's hands were covered in flour. Seeing Jiang Jinyue, he smiled kindly and asked, "You came so early? Would you like some noodles?"
Jiang Jinyue shook his head, walked up to the old man, and said seriously and nervously, "Grandpa Tang, I'd like to apply for a part-time job at the noodle shop."
Tang Zebin's grandfather was initially startled by Jiang Jinyue's overly serious expression, thinking something big had happened. Unexpectedly, this was the reason he relaxed and returned to smiling. "Oh, so, of course you can. But you'll be responsible for pressing the noodles with the machine. The hours are from 10 a.m. to 3 p.m., and lunch is included, which we'll eat at the noodle shop. I'll charge you 10 yuan per hour. Is that okay with you?"
Ten yuan an hour, which was one yuan more than chain restaurants like KFC, Jiang Jinyue immediately nodded vigorously, "I can do it! I will work hard!"
Tang Zebin's grandfather laughed again and stepped back to make way for the entrance to the kitchen. "Do you want to try it now?"
Jiang Jinyue looked at the small kitchen, took a deep breath, tightened her face, and walked in.
Tang Zebin's grandfather stepped back a little after Jiang Jinyue came in. He seemed to have discovered something a long time ago and was very careful not to touch Jiang Jinyue the whole time.
Jiang Jinyue was sensitive to it and looked at the old man with gratitude. The old man's gray eyebrows curved and he smiled kindly, "Child, don't hide so many worries. If there is any problem, the adults will take care of it."
Jiang Jinyue also smiled, and his smile became much more relaxed.
The operation of the noodle machine is relatively simple, but kneading the dough takes some effort. Jiang Jinyue learned quickly and made a bowl of noodles by himself at noon.
He put the noodles on the table, took a photo, thought about it, opened WeChat, and sent it to Lu Qingmian.
Jiang Jinyue: [Picture] This is the first bowl of noodles I made.
Lu Qingmian: Are you working part-time?
Jiang Jinyue: Yes!
Lu Qingmian didn't reply, and Jiang Jinyue didn't care. He quickly got busy in the small kitchen again.
Seeing that Jiang Jinyue had gotten the hang of it, Tang Zebin's grandfather left the kitchen, made room, sat at the table in the corner, drank hot tea, and relaxed.
Tang Zebin was not idle, and he was not conscientious while doing his homework. He ran to the kitchen every once in a while, and brought some small things for Jiang Jinyue every time. However, after a night, this child who looked rough on the outside but was actually delicate on the inside seemed to have noticed something and became very attached to Jiang Jinyue.
"Brother Jiang, are you thirsty? Do you want some water?"
"Brother Jiang, do you want some candy? I have orange-flavored lollipops!"
"Brother Jiang, there aren't many people here right now. Why don't you take this opportunity to rest for a while?"
"Brother Jiang, look! I picked some flowers outside. Can I give them to you?"
When Lu Qingmian arrived, he happened to see Tang Zebin giving a small yellow wild flower to Jiang Jinyue.
Jiang Jinyue didn't notice Lu Qingmian coming. He reached out to take the small wild flower and put it in his pocket, leaving only a small crown exposed. He turned to Tang Zebin and smiled, "Thank you, Xiaobin."
Lu Qingmian narrowed his eyes suddenly and walked over: "A bowl of beef noodles, clear soup, a large bowl."
Jiang Jinyue heard Lu Qingmian's voice and looked over in surprise. His busy movements stopped. "You're here?"
His voice was filled with unconscious joy, and Lu Qingmian looked much better.
Tang Zebin was pushed behind Lu Qingmian, and his short body jumped around to attract Jiang Jinyue's attention.
"Well, let's have lunch together?" Lu Qingmian held Tang Zebin's head with one hand, and no matter how Tang Zebin argued, he did not let go, but he kept a calm expression on his face and looked at Jiang Jinyue.
Jiang Jinyue put the pressed noodles in to cook, "Okay, it's time for me to have lunch too."
After the two bowls of noodles were cooked, Tang Zebin's grandfather came over to take over the work temporarily. Jiang Jinyue wiped his hands and came out of the kitchen, and saw that Lu Qingmian had already placed the bowls of noodles in the small corner where they often sat, and his bowl of noodles was placed at the innermost part.
Since Lu Qingmian came, Jiang Jinyue's upturned mouth corners have never fallen. Lu Qingmian had already pulled out a chair for him, and Jiang Jinyue immediately walked over with light steps.
When passing by Lu Qingmian and sitting inside, Lu Qingmian hooked his fingertips and took the small wild flower that Tang Zebin gave him from Jiang Jinyue's pocket.
Tang Zebin also brought a bowl of noodles and took the initiative to sit opposite the two of them. Lu Qingmian raised his hand and threw the wild flower on Tang Zebin's forehead.
"You are too young to learn well."
Tang Zebin immediately complained loudly and even complained to Jiang Jinyue, "Brother Jiang, look at Brother Lu!"
Jiang Jinyue nodded to indicate that he understood, but his eyes were still on Lu Qingmian, and his expression looked perfunctory.
As usual, Lu Qingmian brought peanut juice and orange juice to Jiang Jinyue, and inserted two straws into each bottle.
Seeing that both of them ignored him, Tang Zebin simply knelt on a chair, supported himself on the table, and said loudly: "Brother Jiang, I've decided. From now on, I recognize you as my big brother, okay?"
Jiang Jinyue lowered her head to drink the peanut juice, biting the straw flat in one gulp. Without even looking at Tang Zebin, she refused, "No."
Tang Zebin's childish face wrinkled into a ball. He glared at Lu Qingmian and shouted, "Then I want to be a competitor with Brother Lu. When I grow up, I want to marry Brother Jiang!"
"Cough cough cough cough..." This time Jiang Jinyue reacted. He choked, and peanut dew stuck to his lips. His face turned red from choking and coughing.
Lu Qingmian suddenly snorted, "Heh."
He didn't even look at Tang Zebin, as if he didn't take Tang Zebin seriously at all. He turned and approached Jiang Jinyue, his voice extremely gentle: "Why are you so careless?"
Jiang Jinyue leaned his back against the chair, staring at Lu Qingmian approaching with wide eyes. His slender and slightly cool fingertips rubbed his lips, wiped away the milky white peanut dew on them, but he did not leave in a hurry. His fingertips gently massaged Jiang Jinyue's lips, quickly making his rosy lips even redder.
This scene made the young Tang Zebin stunned on the spot.
Although he is an elementary school student who knows a lot, in fact, most of the time he only has a vague knowledge of many words and does not really understand the meaning of those words, so he can say those words without shame.
Jiang Jinyue felt a burning sensation on his lips, and by the time Lu Qingmian's fingers left, his breathing had become disordered.
Lu Qingmian placed the chopsticks in Jiang Jinyue's hand and gently reminded her, "Eat slowly, don't rush."
Jiang Jinyue finally came back to his senses, lowered his head and ate noodles voraciously, not looking up for a long time, with his entire face almost buried in the bowl.
Lu Qingmian hadn't finished yet. He reached out and tucked one side of Jiang Jinyue's hair behind her ear. His fingertips flicked across Jiang Jinyue's earlobe and he chuckled softly, "Why are your ears so red?"
Jiang Jinyue raised his hand to cover the ear closest to Lu Qingmian and ate the noodles even more.
Lu Qingmian then turned around and gave Tang Zebin a cold and oppressive look.
Tang Zebin's little heart was greatly shocked. He blinked, then suddenly rolled his eyes, straightened his back, and said confidently: "Brother Jiang, you should consider me more. Although I am still young, I will grow up in a few years. Although I am not as handsome as Brother Lu, I am more loyal than Brother Lu. Let me tell you, handsome men are fickle, especially Brother Lu who is not just handsome. A few days ago, I saw a girl asking Brother Lu for his QQ number!"
Jiang Jinyue paused in eating and said nothing.
Lu Qingmian frowned slightly: "Don't talk nonsense."
Tang Zebin felt that he had won, lowered his head and began to slurp noodles, with a smug look on his face.
After eating the noodles, Lu Qingmian did not leave, but sat in the corner playing games.
Jiang Jinyue went to the kitchen to work again. In the afternoon, he found that Tang Zebin's grandfather kept running to the bathroom, and there was a sound of violent vomiting coming from inside.
The old man's face looked increasingly grim. When he came out, he saw Jiang Jinyue's worried face, so he didn't hide it. He smiled and said, "When people get old, they always have some minor ailments. I just have a bad stomach."
Tang Zebin was leaning over to Lu Qingmian, watching him play games. He looked over at him and said like a grown-up, "Grandpa not only has a bad stomach, but he's also had constant headaches since the beginning of this year! He has a whole drawer full of medicine!"
Jiang Jinyue was worried, but he was not a good speaker, so he could only dryly remind the old man to take care of his health.
The old man waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, I can still live for a long time."
At around 3 o'clock in the afternoon, there were not many people in the small noodle shop. Jiang Jinyue helped clean up the kitchen. It was not until 3 o'clock that he came out of the kitchen to prepare to go off work.
Lu Qingmian didn't leave and didn't talk to Jiang Jinyue. Only when Jiang Jinyue came out did he put away his phone and look over.
At this moment, the sound of a motorcycle came from the door of the small noodle shop. A young man parked his motorcycle at the door, walked in holding a bouquet of flowers, and asked loudly, "Excuse me, is Mr. Jiang Jinyue here?"
Jiang Jinyue put down her apron and walked over with a puzzled look, "It's me, what can I do for you?"
The young man handed over the bouquet in his hand, "Mr. Lu ordered a bunch of pear blossoms from our store and asked us to deliver it urgently."
"Mr. Lu? Tang Lihua?" Jiang Jinyue looked at Lu Qingmian beside him in confusion.
Lu Qingmian sat there casually, tapping the table with his fingers. When Jiang Jinyue looked over, he raised an eyebrow and said, "You're not going to accept it?"
Jiang Jinyue was stunned. He took the huge bouquet and looked down at the elegant branches inside. Clusters of white flowers with bright pink stamens bloomed on the branches. A single flower looked inconspicuous, but the whole bouquet of flowers together was extremely beautiful.
The young man spoke skillfully, "These pear blossoms are hard to come by in H City, let alone this season. They're quite expensive. This shows the thoughtfulness of Mr. Lu who sent you these flowers."
Jiang Jinyue looked down at the flowers in his arms, and carefully touched the blooming flowers with his fingertips. A wonderful emotion surged in his heart, and he almost suspected that his heart would grow wings and fly.
After the young man left, Lu Qingmian stood up and walked towards Jiang Jinyue, saying, "It's time to get off work. Are you going home?"
Jiang Jinyue looked up at Lu Qingmian. He was clearly wearing glasses and a mask, with his bangs covering his face, but Lu Qingmian seemed to be able to see Jiang Jinyue's delicate and beautiful face through layers of armor. The red on his face must be more lovely than the pistil of a pear flower.
People are more beautiful than flowers.
"Why did you suddenly send me flowers?" Jiang Jinyue asked softly.
Lu Qingmian acted nonchalant and said, "Just give it to me if you want."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at Tang Zebin with contempt, obviously hinting at something.
Tang Zebin twitched his lips and couldn't help rolling his eyes, thinking that adults were so boring.
Jiang Jinyue didn't notice Tang Zebin anymore, his entire attention was on the flowers in his arms.
He held the flowers in one hand and pulled the corner of Lu Qingmian's clothes with the other. Without even looking at the road, he just followed Lu Qingmian away obediently.
On the way, Jiang Jinyue sniffed the sweet fragrance of the pear blossoms from time to time and couldn't help asking Lu Qingmian, "What is the meaning of the pear blossoms?"
Lu Qingmian's eyes darkened slightly: "Guess."
Jiang Jinyue didn't guess. He immediately took out his mobile phone and searched for Tang Lihua.
After finishing the search, Jiang Jinyue's pounding heart slowly calmed down, "Oh...are you craving stir-fried pear blossoms?"
Lu Qingmian was stunned. He took Jiang Jinyue's phone and looked down. Under the search entry of pear blossom, the first result was not the romantic meaning of the flower, but the method of stir-frying pear blossom.
Stir-fried pear blossoms, a common seasonal delicacy, is delicious, fragrant, and rich in nutrients...
The veins on Lu Qingmian's forehead were throbbing.
Jiang Jinyue curled her lips and looked down at the flowers in her arms, which didn't look so pretty anymore. But she still said seriously, "I'll pick the flowers and wash them when we get home, and then fry them for dinner. Will you come to my house for dinner?"
Lu Qingmian: “…”
Jiang Jinyue looked over in confusion.
Lu Qingmian faced the sun, his eyes empty, and said through gritted teeth, "Eat."
For dinner, the two of them perfectly stir-fried a plate of sauce-flavored pear blossoms in the small kitchen of room 1203. After dinner, Lu Qingmian washed the dishes without saying a word, then turned around and left in silence, his back looking particularly desolate.
Jiang Jinyue was completely unaware of this and before leaving he gave Lu Qingmian a large bag of soaked rose petals.
In the evening, Jiang Jinyue made a cup of rose tea, looked at the night view beautifully, browsed the forum, and then went to bed early.
His part-time job in the small noodle shop went smoothly. Although he occasionally bumped into customers and triggered hallucinations, Jiang Jinyue endured it with great effort.
The last few days before school starts seem peaceful and beautiful, but they are like the river before a rainstorm, with hidden rapids.
After working part-time for a while, Jiang Jinyue found that Grandpa Tang went into the bathroom to vomit more and more frequently, and the sound became more and more intense. It often took him a long time to come out, and every time he came out, he sat at the table with his head covered, and could hardly stand up.
Jiang Jinyue urged Grandpa Tang to go to the hospital, but every time the old man said it was an old illness and told Jiang Jinyue not to worry about it.
Seeing that Grandpa Tang's condition was getting worse, Jiang Jinyue couldn't help but tell Lu Qingmian about it.
Lu Qingmian's reaction was strange. He seemed to know something and just told Jiang Jinyue to do his part-time job well and not to interfere.
Because Grandpa Tang's condition was getting worse, Tang Zebin was sent back home by the old man and rarely allowed the child to come to the store.
Jiang Jinyue had always felt a sense of uneasiness in his heart, and this uneasiness became stronger and stronger. Until one day, when Jiang Jinyue had just walked out of the noodle shop after get off work, he heard a noise behind him. He turned around and found that an old man had fallen to the ground and could not get up for a long time. Next to the old man, a wig with gray hair fell.
The old man's white hair is actually fake! It seems that his illness is so serious that he can no longer live a normal life!
Jiang Jinyue didn't know what to be shocked about for a moment, and immediately ran back and helped Grandpa Tang up while enduring the pain.
This time, Grandpa Tang sat at the table for nearly an hour before he picked up the water cup with trembling hands and took a sip.
His face was as white as gold paper, his lips were blue, and his bald head was also covered with bruises and purples. The old man drank a few sips of hot water, slowed his breathing, and then looked at Jiang Jinyue, but there was pleading in his old eyes.
"Xiao Jiang, don't tell Xiao Bin about this."
Jiang Jinyue couldn't bear it: "Grandpa Tang...what on earth are you..."
The old man gave an extremely unpleasant smile. He seemed to be thinking for a while before he slowly spoke: "It's brain cancer, in the late stage."
As the old man slowly told the story, Jiang Jinyue finally understood everything about the Tang family.
No wonder Tang Zebin's father had to work as a water ghost at the construction site, risking his life to earn a high salary. Except for Tang Zebin, all the members of the Tang family knew about Grandpa Tang's illness and had started treatment a long time ago. However, even though the cost was huge, the treatment effect was still not good.
After Tang Zebin's father got into trouble, Grandpa Tang's treatment was simply abandoned.
"I don't have much time left, and I've already found a buyer for this noodle shop. Once the shop is sold, the remaining money will be enough for Xiaobin to save money and finish high school. I have also contacted a welfare agency and will visit Xiaobin regularly. I have thought about it for a long time. Instead of letting Xiaobin go to an orphanage or be adopted by some unknown family, it is better to let him grow up on his own." The old man's voice was calm, but it was still trembling when you listened carefully.
Jiang Jinyue's heart sank heavily, and the feeling of uneasiness that had been lingering in his heart for some time finally erupted.
He almost didn't remember how he walked out of the noodle shop. He only knew that when he walked out of the alley, he saw Lu Qingmian waiting on the roadside.
When Lu Qingmian saw Jiang Jinyue, he did not come over, but just looked at him deeply.
Jiang Jinyue took a deep breath and suddenly broke into a run. He ran to Lu Qingmian and tightly grasped Lu Qingmian's sleeves with both hands. With a last glimmer of hope, he asked, "Am I dreaming? This is just a nightmare, right?"
Lu Qingmian shook his head slightly.
Jiang Jinyue asked again, "You knew this a long time ago?"
Lu Qingmian hooked Jiang Jinyue's fingers together, "Yeah."
Jiang Jinyue tightly closed his eyes, his lips trembling, "If only this were a dream."
A hemp rope breaks at the thinnest part, and misfortune only finds the unfortunate.
How should Tang Zebin grow up?
Lu Qingmian lowered his eyes, "This is reality. There are no miracles in the real world."
Jiang Jinyue was practically dragged home by Lu Qingmian. He was so sad that he almost forgot how to walk.
At night, Jiang Jinyue lay in bed, constantly recalling the feeling of using golden light to heal his wounds. He held on to a tiny hope, maybe... maybe he could also cure Grandpa Tang.
But his intuition told him that it was too difficult, he was completely different from healing wounds.
Jiang Jinyue closed his eyes and began to call out to the golden finger in his mind, asking if there was any solution.
The always-playing-dead Golden Finger seemed to be annoyed by Jiang Jinyue's questions, and seemed to sense the host's overly volatile emotions. He finally spoke, but his answer was irrelevant to the question:
"This random Mary Sue event for the host is an angel that cannot be escaped. The Mary Sue event will last for one month. Within one month, the host can experience it to their heart's content~"
One month.
Jiang Jinyue sat up suddenly.
Goldfinger never talks nonsense, this sentence must mean something.
Jiang Jinyue took out his cell phone from under the pillow and started searching for everything about angels. This time, he focused on searching for information about six-winged angels.
Suddenly, Jiang Jinyue's fingertips trembled and he saw a line of information.
Raphael, the healing angel, possessed six wings. Healing always came with sacrifice, and Jiang Jinyue seemed to understand the meaning of the angel who could not escape.
He put down his phone, lay back on the bed, slowly closed his eyes, but clenched his hands in front of him.
No one can snatch Grandpa Tang’s life from him, no one can!
But he didn't dare to be careless, as he didn't know what the consequences would be. In the end, he decided to put off what he wanted to do until the last day of the angel incident from which he could not escape.
That way, even if something happens, he will return to normal when the time comes.
Jiang Jinyue did not tell Lu Qingmian about his plan. The next morning, he went to the small noodle restaurant to work part-time as usual.
He originally thought that things could be dragged on smoothly until the last day of the Mary Sue incident, but he didn't expect that Grandpa Tang's illness could no longer be delayed.
On the third to last day after the Mary Sue incident, the small noodle shop was closed. Jiang Jinyue went there and found out that Grandpa Tang had fainted at night and was rushed to the hospital.
When Lu Qingmian and Jiang Jinyue arrived at the hospital, Grandpa Tang was lying unconscious on the hospital bed with tubes inserted into his body and an oxygen mask on. Tang Zebin was sitting on a stool beside the bed, his two small hands tightly holding the old man's wrinkled hands.
The child's eyes were red and he looked like he had been crying, but he was in good spirits.
Seeing Lu Qingmian and Jiang Jinyue, the child grinned, his smile was very ugly, "Brother Lu, Brother Jiang, you are here."
Jiang Jinyue nodded slightly, walked forward and touched Tang Zebin's head.
Tang Zebin shook his head. "I'm fine. In fact, I noticed something was wrong with Grandpa a long time ago. Who needs a drawer of medicine just for an upset stomach?"
Jiang Jinyue didn't know how to comfort Tang Zebin. No comfort would be of any use at this time.
Lu Qingmian went out to see the doctor, and when he came back he whispered to Jiang Jinyue, "The doctor said it'll only be a few days."
Just these few days.
It turns out that the length of a person's life can be so specific.
Tang Zebin should have known it. He lay beside the bed, talking in a low voice to the unconscious old man. As he spoke, tears began to fall from his eyes. He was a little child, crying very silently, without making any sound.
"Brother Jiang, do you think gods really exist in this world? If there are gods, can I make a wish to them? I want grandpa to get better, and I want to be with him forever."
Jiang Jinyue could only remain silent, he could not answer this question.
That day, he and Lu Qingmian stayed with Tang Zebin in the hospital until dark.
The ward where Grandpa Tang was staying was arranged by Lu Qingmian. Grandpa Tang was the only patient in the ward. Given Grandpa Tang's current condition, there was no need for him to even go to the ICU.
As the night grew deeper, Lu Qingmian planned to send Jiang Jinyue home.
At this time, Tang Zebin had fallen asleep on the edge of the bed, his thick eyebrows tightly furrowed, not looking like a child at all.
Jiang Jinyue stood up and followed Lu Qingmian out, but instead of leaving, he grabbed the corner of Lu Qingmian's clothes.
He raised his head, his clear eyes gazing at Lu Qingmian very seriously, "Lu Qingmian, I want to do something."
Lu Qingmian's heart trembled violently.
Jiang Jinyue reached down and found Lu Qingmian's hand, and put his cold fingers into Lu Qingmian's palm, seeking warmth.
Lu Qingmian held Jiang Jinyue's hand tightly and squeezed it soothingly.
"If anything happens to me or I fall asleep, don't take me to the hospital. Just take me home. I'll be fine in three days."
"Jiang Jinyue." Lu Qingmian lowered his voice, his voice full of warning, "What are you going to do? Or rather, what do you want to sacrifice?"
Jiang Jinyue slowly curved her eyebrows and revealed a very gentle smile, "Lu Qingmian, you know I can't just stand by and watch."
Once, Jiang Jinyue was imprisoned in that dark and scary little warehouse. He prayed countless times for someone to save him, prayed to the gods, prayed to Buddha, and prayed for any miracle that might happen.
He understood that feeling.
Because I understand, I can't just stand by and watch.
Jiang Jinyue slowly pulled her hand away from Lu Qingmian's, and her fingertips left the warmth and became cold again.
He turned around, opened the ward door and walked in.
A dark storm rose in Lu Qingmian's dark eyes. The hands hanging by his side were clenched into fists, and the veins on the back of his hands were exposed.
Finally, Lu Qingmian let out a breath, walked into the ward, closed the door, and drew the curtains.
Jiang Jinyue looked very calm. He took off his coat, revealing the lace bow shirt underneath, which was the one that Lu Qingmian had altered for him.
Jiang Jinyue had not grown wings at this time, and the two big holes on the back of his shirt revealed his milky white skin and thin shoulders.
Jiang Jinyue was well prepared and even wore the shirt for this purpose.
Lu Qingmian gritted his teeth slightly, staring at Jiang Jinyue with an almost fierce look.
Jiang Jinyue walked to the bedside, bent down and gently touched Tang Zebin's little head.
Lu Qingmian turned off the lights in the ward at this time.
The next moment, the dark room was lit up with brilliant golden light, and six breathtakingly beautiful huge wings stretched out from Jiang Jinyue's shoulders and rose high.
The golden feathers slowly fell, blurring Lu Qingmian's vision.
He looked at Jiang Jinyue's thin shoulders and suddenly realized that Jiang Jinyue had been carrying those six huge wings on his frail body. He seemed to have never asked Jiang Jinyue whether such wings were heavy.
Jiang Jinyue walked to Grandpa Tang, stretched out his hand gently, and placed it on the back of the old man's hand full of needle holes. The skin he touched was rough and dry, like water-deprived tree bark.
After the two hands touched, a dazzling golden light exploded from Jiang Jinyue's palm, and the golden light poured into the old man's body like a waterfall.
As the golden light poured in, the light of the six wings behind Jiang Jinyue became dimmer and dimmer.
Gradually, the pair of wings at the bottom suddenly disintegrated into tiny specks of light and disappeared.
After the pair of wings disappeared, Jiang Jinyue's face turned pale in an instant and his body swayed. He seemed to be in great pain.
At this time, Tang Zebin, who was sleeping on the edge of the bed, was awakened by the golden light. He rubbed his eyes and looked up. He saw Jiang Jinyue, whose wings were slightly flapping and whose whole body was shining. His eyes widened to the limit and his mouth opened wide.
Jiang Jinyue saw this and slowly extended a finger with his other hand. He trembled and placed it on the center of his lips. "Shh, your wish won't work if you say it out loud. Xiaobin, be good and have a good sleep. When you wake up, everything will be fine."
Tang Zebin's whole body began to tremble, shaking so much that even the chair under him creaked. He nodded vigorously, lay back on the edge of the bed, covered his eyes, suppressed his sobs, but never raised his head again.
Soon, the second pair of wings disappeared.
Lu Qingmian leaned against the wall, his black eyes reflecting the tiny golden lights and Jiang Jinyue in the golden lights.
Jiang Jinyue's soft black hair fluttered in the wind, her eyes were slightly closed, and even her eyelashes turned a light golden color.
As the wings flapped gently, Jiang Jinyue raised his neck, lifted his feet off the ground, and the golden ring that Lu Qingmian had seen once before appeared above his head again.
But this time, the golden ring looked extremely unstable, with golden fragments constantly falling off, and the golden ring became more and more dilapidated.
The golden light that poured into the old man's body became more and more dazzling, and Jiang Jinyue only had a pair of wings left.
Lu Qingmian finally couldn't help it at this time and pounded the wall hard, but the pain in his fingers couldn't suppress the worry in his heart.
Finally, the last pair of wings broke.
After the wings were broken, the golden ring on Jiang Jinyue's head dimmed like scrap iron, turned into ashes and completely dissipated.
The golden light in the room went out, and Jiang Jinyue fell from the sky into Lu Qingmian's arms.
Jiang Jinyue's eyes were tightly closed, her face was pale, even her naturally red lips had dimmed a bit, her body was trembling slightly, fine beads of cold sweat appeared on her forehead, and her hair was sticking to her forehead in a messy manner.
Lu Qingmian picked up Jiang Jinyue, turned around and left the ward without even looking at the old man lying on the bed and the child lying beside the bed.
After Lu Qingmian and Jiang Jinyue left, the ward became quiet, with only the slight sounds of medical equipment.
Tang Zebin, who was lying on the edge of the bed, finally moved. He slowly stood up, walked to the door, and turned on the light in the ward.
The lights came on, he turned around and saw his grandfather lying on the hospital bed. Although he was still unconscious, his face was unusually rosy, and even his thin breathing became steady and strong.
Tang Zebin's legs went limp and he knelt on the ground, banging his forehead hard against the floor, one after another, with the sound of "bang bang" non-stop.
"Thank you...thank you Jiang Ge, thank you...angel."
Bedroom 1203.
Lu Qingmian carefully placed Jiang Jinyue on the bed, helped him take off his shoes, and covered him with a quilt.
Jiang Jinyue's face was still pale, but his body was no longer shaking. His breathing was light but slow and steady. He closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.
Lu Qingmian sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Jiang Jinyue intently.
Although he didn't know what happened to Jiang Jinyue, Lu Qingmian was certain of one thing: Jiang Jinyue's wings had completely disappeared and would never grow back.
He sacrificed himself for a family he had known for less than a month.
Lu Qingmian tiptoed onto the bed and lay down next to Jiang Jinyue. "Is it worth it? Why?"
But Jiang Jinyue couldn't answer him at this time. Even if Jiang Jinyue was awake, he probably couldn't answer him.
Lu Qingmian was wrong in what he said. Miracles do exist in reality, and they are right beside him.
The next day, Jiang Jinyue was still unconscious.
Lu Qingmian tried to feed Jiang Jinyue porridge, but Jiang Jinyue couldn't swallow it at all. He put down the bowl of porridge, and Lu Qingmian simply didn't eat anything.
On the third day, Jiang Jinyue still didn't wake up.
Lu Qingmian soaked the warm towel and carefully wiped Jiang Jinyue's face and hands, his movements as gentle as if he was treating a fragile treasure.
On this day, Lu Qingmian's face was pale and his lips were chapped.
For three days, Jiang Jinyue and Lu Qingmian didn't eat or drink.
At night, Lu Qingmian lay beside Jiang Jinyue, gently hooking Jiang Jinyue's fingers, looking at Jiang Jinyue's profile, and did not close his eyes all night.
On the morning of the fourth day, when the first ray of sunlight shone into the room, Jiang Jinyue's eyelashes trembled.
He slowly opened his eyes and saw Lu Qingmian's face.
At the same time, the voice of Gold Finger appeared in Jiang Jinyue's mind: "Congratulations to the host for having a perfect experience of being an angel who cannot escape from the Mary Sue incident."
Hearing this voice, Jiang Jinyue was finally completely relieved. He knew that Grandpa Tang must be fine now.
He looked at Lu Qingmian who was staring at him without blinking, rubbed his cheek against the pillow, and slowly leaned over, almost touching Lu Qingmian's nose. "Doctor Lu, how can you sleep on a patient's bed?"
Lu Qingmian didn't say anything, but just looked at Jiang Jinyue very seriously, as if if he didn't look carefully at this moment, Jiang Jinyue would disappear in the next moment.
Jiang Jinyue slowly stretched out her hand, her fingertips poking out from under the quilt, touching Lu Qingmian's fingertips, and then slowly and slowly hooked them together, intertwining their fingers. She said obediently and softly, very flatteringly: "Doctor Lu, I'm so hungry, I want to eat stir-fried crabapple flowers."
Lu Qingmian finally reacted. He slowly stepped back, putting some distance between himself and Jiang Jinyue, then suddenly moved closer and bumped his forehead hard against Jiang Jinyue's.
"ah!!!"
Jiang Jinyue screamed and suddenly sat up from the bed, covering his red forehead with his hands. His eyes were filled with tears in an instant because of the pain.
He looked at Lu Qingmian accusingly, but Lu Qingmian's expression was particularly fierce. He knelt on the bed, pressing down Jiang Jinyue's shoulders, looking down at him, gritting his teeth and saying, "Jiang Jinyue, if you continue to disregard yourself like this, I might as well kill you!"
Jiang Jinyue was pushed back onto the bed by Lu Qingmian, lying on her back, her clear watery eyes wide open. Looking at Lu Qingmian's ferocious look, her heart skipped a beat, and then began beating like a gong in her chest.
Lu Qingmian was scared, Lu Qingmian was concerned about him, and Lu Qingmian was afraid that something would happen to him.
Jiang Jinyue's lips, which had regained their radiance, parted slightly. Just as he was about to speak, the golden finger that had just appeared in his mind reappeared and spoke in his head first:
"Ouch! The host's heartbeat has been detected to be abnormally accelerated. The source of the accelerated heartbeat has been detected. Immediately, a random Mary Sue event will be performed on the host..."
"biubiubiu! This random Mary Sue incident is a love-starved mermaid!"
The next moment, accompanied by the sound of cloth breaking, Jiang Jinyue felt his legs were sore and weak. He subconsciously wanted to move his legs, and a crystal clear glass-colored fish tail was placed in Lu Qingmian's arms.
The beautiful, silky fins curled up cutely and swept across Lu Qingmian's chin. The delicate, glazed scales reflected seven colors of light in the sunlight.
Jiang Jinyue looked at his legs that had turned into a fish tail, blinked his eyes, and burst into tears out of fear.
One tear after another slid down the corners of her eyes, and in an instant they turned into bright and plump pearls, which soon accumulated in a pile in the folds of the bed.
Lu Qingmian hugged the fish tail in his arms and suffered a much greater impact than Jiang Jinyue. His black eyes showed a rare hesitation. After a while, he looked at Jiang Jinyue who was crying and hiccuping, and cursed again.
"You're not a fucking human!"
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