Chapter 60 Chapter 60 The Truth
From the moment the accident happened until now, Zhou Boye had been almost completely unconscious. When he arrived, Jiang Yuxia had already been rushed to the operating room. He didn't see anyone there, he just listened to what they were saying.
Listen to Sun Quan, listen to the nurse, listen to the doctor.
But they only gave a rough description of what they wanted him to know.
Even the well-known director in the industry was not completely confident about such a major operation as craniotomy. Several other experts came in one after another during the operation, forming a small team with extremely high gold content.
During these few hours, nurses kept bringing confirmation forms for him to sign, and he signed his name numbly.
It wasn't until the light in the operating room turned green that he heard the director say "the operation was successful", and then Jiang Yuxia was pushed into the ICU.
Zhou Boye stood outside the window, watching. Jiang Yuxia was shirtless, her chest taped to numerous wires for monitoring vital signs. Her bedside was surrounded by various instruments, large and small. A large oxygen mask covered her face, and the heat of her breath misted it up.
My mind suddenly became clear as if fireworks were exploding. My hands hanging by my sides were shaking uncontrollably, and the feeling of emptiness was replaced by intense pain and heartache.
Wei Zhuo hadn't left yet. They'd rushed all the way here and waited for a long time outside the operating room, without even a sip of water. He'd wanted to persuade him to eat something, but when his eyes met Zhou Boye's, his pupils shrank sharply, and he couldn't utter a word of advice or comfort.
Zhou Boye’s eyes were so scary.
On the third day of Jiang Yuxia's coma, the doctors gave him another critical condition. They gave him a life-or-death limit: if he didn't wake up by the fifth day, he might not be able to recover.
Sun Quan went to several temples to ask for amulets for peace, but he couldn't give them to Jiang Yuxia for the time being, so he hung them up himself every day, chanting them like a sutra. Li Qi rushed over the first day after hearing the news. Seeing Jiang Yuxia lying on the hospital bed, he cried and cursed, pulling Zhou Boye by the collar and asking him how he could have ended up like this.
Jiang Yuxia woke up on the fourth day. The first thing he did when he woke up was to look for someone. The nurse told Jiang Yuxia that he was just outside the door as Zhou Boye requested.
The immense pain prevented him from even turning his head. He moved his lips, but the mask was replaced by a tube, so he couldn't even make the most basic sounds, let alone speak.
Nurse: "Don't worry, take your time. What do you want to do?"
Jiang Yuxia whimpered and pointed his finger towards the door.
The nurse tried to guess his intentions, "You...want to see him?"
Jiang Yuxia nodded almost inaudibly, but before she could get a response, she fell asleep again from exhaustion.
After the director examined him, he said to Zhou Boye, "It's good that he's awake. He's passed this stage."
Sun Quan burst into tears of joy when he heard the director's words. He hugged Wei Zhuo and cried and laughed, repeating to himself, "Buddha bless you, Buddha bless you."
Jiang Yuxia stayed in the ICU for a few days, and Zhou Boye guarded outside the glass for a few days, and went in once during that time.
It happened that Jiang Yuxia was awake that time, and Zhou Boye stroked his face. He wanted to speak and touch him but he couldn't do it. He could only make a few unclear "woohoo" sounds.
The time he was awake was very short, maybe five minutes or maybe ten minutes. Anyway, he felt that it was just a blink of an eye, and his eyelids drooped uncontrollably again. The moment before they drooped, he felt a drop of hot water falling on the back of his hand.
His hands trembled violently, and he looked at Zhou Boye's red eyes in confusion. He held his hand and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
"Almost, just a little bit..."
"I'll lose you."
Jiang Yuxia felt a lump in his throat and a tear slid down the corner of his eye before he closed his eyes.
Zhou Boye actually cried.
He wanted to comfort him, but he couldn't control his body. He could only say in his heart: Wait a little longer, wait for me, wait until I wake up, wait for me to coax you.
When he regained full consciousness, he didn't know how many days had passed. Two days later, he was transferred to the general ward.
On the day he was transferred to the general ward, waves of people came, many of whom were his colleagues who were making the movie, including the director and the assistant director. He secretly thought to himself that it was a good thing that the filming was wrapped up, otherwise who knows how long it would take to complete the film.
The reason he had to think about it secretly was because of Zhou Boye. If he told Zhou Boye about this idea, his face would definitely be dark again.
He is now too concerned about his body, which is simply his Achilles' heel. For example, if his breathing is a little louder, he will be like a frightened bird and ask the doctor to do a comprehensive check-up.
He was terrified this time, but as long as it put him at ease, he was willing to cooperate. From the moment he was transferred to the general ward, Zhou Boye took care of him every step of the way. The two hired nurses became useless. He took care of everything from cleaning his body, feeding him, and rehabilitation.
When the director came to check on him, he specifically told him, "You must eat more. You're too underweight, and it's hard to get through this kind of situation. If you gain a little weight, the fat and muscle in your body can help you withstand the pressure."
Jiang Yuxia lowered his eyes and looked at his wrist. It was indeed smaller than Zhou Boye's. He sighed. Once upon a time, his dream was to become a man with eight-pack abs. Now, just looking at his wrist, it looked sickly.
But this was a blessing in disguise for him, as the "time bomb" in his brain was resolved.
His words successfully earned a roll of his eyes from Sun Quan. "Is this how you can use a blessing in disguise? Don't tell Mr. Zhou that you'll wait for him tomorrow, or he'll tear it apart and swallow it."
Jiang Yuxia: "...I won't tell him."
Sun Quan glanced at the bathroom and lowered his voice, "You don't know how pale Mr. Zhou's face was when you were operating. He stood like a wooden stake at the door of the operating room. I was really afraid he would collapse again before you came out."
Jiang Yuxia paused while chewing the apple. He lowered his eyes to glance at the back of his hand. The burning sensation was still there. He pursed his lips and put the apple down, feeling a little reluctant to eat it. "I really scared him this time."
Sun Quan: "That's right. I've never seen him so flustered."
He paused and said, "Have you found the person who attacked you this time? Why didn't I hear anything?"
Jiang Yuxia shook his head, "I haven't heard of it."
Sun Quan frowned. "Forget it. We don't need to worry about this. Just take care of your injuries during this time. I'll postpone all your work for the next six months. If we really can't postpone it, we'll pay the liquidated damages. The company will cover it for you."
"Thank you, Brother Sun."
"You're welcome, thank you, Mr. Zhou. Otherwise, the company might not be willing to pay this money."
Sun Quan glanced at the bulging gauze on his head, clicked his tongue, and muttered to himself, "I wonder if the surgery will leave scars..."
Jiang Yuxia's eyes darkened. He was also worried. He still had to stay in the entertainment industry. If he got a big scar on his head, he would basically say goodbye to this circle.
When Sun Quan mentioned it that day, he started to worry about his appearance. He asked for a mirror when changing the dressing. When he saw the hideous wound on the back of his head, his heart sank. If this scarred, he would become bald...
At that moment, he felt that the sky had darkened.
After that, every time he changed the dressing, he would find various reasons to send Zhou Boye out first, and the reasons became more and more outrageous.
No one would want to be seen in such a miserable state by their lover, especially since Jiang Yuxia still has a bit of an idol image to worry about.
Zhou Boye didn't understand at first. Every time he was kicked out, he had a gloomy face. It was only after Wei Zhuo, a shrewd man with a lot of talent for worldly affairs, that he saw through it and reminded him subtly that he figured out what Jiang Yuxia meant.
The next day, I specifically asked the director to come and give me a comprehensive report on my condition. "It will leave a tiny scar, about the thickness of a hair. Once the hair grows back, it will be completely invisible."
"Really?" Jiang Yuxia couldn't help but doubt after seeing the wound.
The director smiled and said kindly, "I promise."
After getting the guarantee, Jiang Yuxia was finally less anxious, but she still drove Zhou Boye out when changing the dressing.
Although Zhou Boye was helpless, he had no choice but to go along with him.
After the gauze and net bag on his head were taken off, his hair also grew back. It was a short, black stubble that made his big eyes look even bigger and was a little prickly to the touch.
Zhou Boye bought him a lot of hats of all kinds, and he chose whichever he wanted to wear. Out of selfishness, there were a lot of cute furry hats among them.
But this type of thing didn't appeal to Jiang Yuxia, who was somewhere between middle school and mature. Sure enough, the first day she got it, it was consigned to the "cold palace"—the bottom drawer of her closet.
When he recovered enough to get out of bed, Zhou Boye would push him to the small garden behind the hospital every evening for a walk. He was in a wheelchair not because there was anything wrong with his limbs, but because his body was too weak and he didn't have the energy to move even the slightest bit.
One day, he and Zhou Boye were strolling in the small garden. It wasn't a stroll, but more like Zhou Boye helping him with rehabilitation. After walking for a while, Jiang Yuxia's forehead began to sweat. Zhou Boye reached out to wipe the sweat off his forehead and helped him sit in the pavilion.
Jiang Yuxia: "I'd like to ask to wear less tomorrow." At least I won't wear long johns.
Zhou Boye said succinctly, "The application is rejected."
Jiang Yuxia: "..." This cold-blooded and ruthless man.
"But wearing too much restricts my movements. My hands and feet feel clumsy and I can't walk more than a few steps."
"Then walk slowly." Zhou Boye said as he unscrewed the thermos and poured a cup of warm water for Jiang Yuxia. He tested the temperature before handing it to him. "Do you know the consequences of catching a cold now?"
Jiang Yuxia took the water and took a sip. He just felt his throat was a little dry. His mind was still turning, wondering if there was any way to persuade him again. He was now like a round cotton ball, and it was really difficult for him to move.
"Have you come up with any solution?" Zhou Boye took the cup he had finished drinking, and seeing his eyes rolling around, he knew that he was restless again.
Jiang Yuxia shook his head honestly, but before he could answer, a woman suddenly jumped out from nowhere. Zhou Boye instinctively took a step forward and blocked Jiang Yuxia behind him.
The man came up and knelt down, kowtowed several times, "Mr. Jiang, please, please, please help me to speak for mercy! Let my husband go! Please!!"
Jiang Yuxia was blocked tightly. He held Zhou Boye's waist and stuck his head out, but he only had time to take a look at her appearance before he was pulled away by the bodyguards.
"Zhou Boye is your second uncle! He's the closest person to you in the world. You can't treat him like this!!"
She is Zhou Boye’s second aunt.
So... the person who planned it was Zhou Boye's second uncle?
Uncle Zhou Er wanted to use him to threaten Zhou Boye? Jiang Yuxia's eyes widened slightly, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses.
He put his arms around Zhou Boye's waist. He sat down while Zhou Boye stood, his face buried in his abdomen.
The two of them were really not closely related.
Zhou Boye rubbed his ears and asked, "Are you scared?"
Jiang Yuxia: "No."
The two stayed like this for quite a while.
After a while, the sky darkened and the wind grew stronger. Zhou Boye touched his face with his fingers, and it felt a little cold. "It's cold. Let's go back."
"Okay." Jiang Yuxia didn't ask how to deal with them. He didn't intend to get involved in the subsequent matters, and Zhou Boye didn't necessarily want him to know how to deal with them.
There were also some things he didn't know how to tell Zhou Boye.
For example, his memories, his so-called father, and... Qin Zhixing.
He still hadn't sorted out his memories of the past, nor had he yet been able to process them. It was so chaotic... so chaotic that it felt unreal, like he had just entered a fantastical novel.
Back in the ward, Zhou Boye went to wring out a hot towel to wipe his face. He glanced at his phone, and the message column for Qin Zhixing was still stuck at the time of their last meeting.
He paused, turned off his phone, and put it back on the bedside table. He also didn't know how to face Qin Zhixing.
To be honest, he was relieved that he didn't contact him.
From early winter to late winter, when you get up in the morning and open the curtains, you will see a thick layer of frost on the baby's breath in the flowerbed.
Jiang Yuxia opened the window, his breath coming out in a puff of white steam, caught off guard by the bitter winter air. Within seconds, the window was closed again.
Zhou Boye was not in a good mood and said in a deep tone, "Is catching a cold fun?"
“…It’s not fun.”
Perhaps due to low immunity, he caught a cold and fever every other day during this period.
Jiang Yuxia smiled at him ingratiatingly and said, "I won't dare anymore."
He didn't know when he learned Zhou Bo Ye's "acting like a spoiled child" without any instruction. Perhaps it was human instinct to look for the quickest and simplest way.
As expected, Zhou Boye said nothing more, simply wrapping his scarf tighter and putting gloves on him. Zhou Boye had taken care of everything he wore today: a thick winter coat over a woolen sweater, and a few strands of hair sticking out of the brim of his gray beanie.
His hair is much longer now, almost the length of a finger. This length is difficult to manage, and his hair often grows at various angles when he wakes up from a nap.
"The car is waiting downstairs."
"good."
They don't need to pack their luggage, someone will come to take care of it soon. Zhou Boye's task is to take care of Jiang Yuxia, and Jiang Yuxia's task is to follow Zhou Boye's instructions.
"Congratulations on your discharge."
The director and several familiar nurses came to see them off.
Jiang Yuxia held a large bouquet of flowers in her hands and thanked everyone one by one.
After getting in the car, I found messages from Li Qi and Sun Quan on WeChat. Li Qi was saying that Zhou Boye wouldn't let him come because he was too noisy. Sun Quan was out of town for work and couldn't make it back.
Jiang Yuxia swiped down, and her finger stopped at Qin Zhixing's portrait, her eyes darkening a little.
Zhou Boye caught a glimpse of his phone interface from the corner of his eye and said, "Don't use your phone in the car, you'll get carsick."
"Um."
Jiang Yuxia put away his phone and leaned his head on Zhou Boye's shoulder. A faint fragrance lingered in his nose. It was the scent of Zhou Boye, which made him feel very at ease.
Zhou Boye helped to change their position, and the next moment Jiang Yuxia was buried in his arms. He opened his coat to pull her in, and their body temperatures instantly blended together.
"You know..." Jiang Yuxia looked up and said to Zhou Boye, "It's actually not cold in the car."
The car was well air-conditioned and the driver was only wearing a thin suit.
Zhou Boye curled his lips slightly and pretended to let go. "Then sit up straight?"
Jiang Yuxia shook her head and reached out to hug his arm, "No, I like it this way."
Two muffled laughs echoed overhead, and the hand holding him tightened even more. It was a bitterly cold wind outside, but inside the car, it was a small spring day, warm and cozy.
Jiang Yuxia closed his eyes to rest, and fell asleep as he closed his eyes.
When he woke up again, the car had already arrived at the foot of the hillside villa. He looked outside and saw that the sky was dark and hazy. Raindrops the size of soybeans were hitting the car window with a pattering sound.
"Is it raining?"
Zhou Boye nodded and said, "We'll be home soon."
Jiang Yuxia yawned and sat up straight, their hands still clasped together, not completely separated.
The camphor trees that blocked out the sun were dark green in the winter rain, and they kept falling back as the car moved forward.
Memories that had been buried for so long in his mind slowly turned around. Jiang Yuxia's lips curled up slightly, as if a century had passed since then.
He looked outside and didn't notice that Zhou Boye's eyes were always on him. It was obvious that he had noticed something, but he didn't say anything until he got off the car.
After returning from the hospital, he still focused on resting. His life was now terribly monotonous. After sending Zhou Boye to work in the morning, he would either take a nap or go to the greenhouse to sit and look at the flowers and read a book. After taking a nap at noon, he would go for a walk outside, or go to the kitchen to learn how to make cakes with the aunts, which could be considered as a way to cultivate his sentiments.
In the evening, we waited for Zhou Boye to come back for dinner, and then we went for a walk in the back mountain together. The day passed like this.
A true retreat.
However, those past memories would always flood into his dreams in a mixed and disrupted manner, causing him to wake up in the middle of the night, with someone always chasing him in his dreams, frantically asking him for something.
It's okay if it happens once or twice, but if it happens all the time, you won't be able to hide it from your partner.
After being awakened again, the feeling of being on the verge of suffocation made Jiang Yuxia breathe heavily, and cold sweat wet his hair. He did not move in the darkness, thinking that he would not disturb the person next to him, but unexpectedly, the person's hand reached out the next moment.
Zhou Boye put one arm around his back, holding him tightly in his arms, and clasped his shoulders with the other hand, which was a very protective gesture.
He didn't ask anything, just hugged him tightly.
Jiang Yuxia rested her forehead against his chest until her breathing calmed down. He hadn't told Zhou Boye that he had recovered his memory. It wasn't that he didn't want to tell him, he just didn't know how to say it.
Sooner or later he would have to give him an explanation, an explanation for all these years.
He was still young at that time, and many of the choices he made seemed to be good for the other person, and even had the illusion of selfless dedication. Looking back now, it seems a bit naive and stupid.
Jiang Yuxia pursed his lips. In the darkness, his voice was slightly hoarse, like someone who had just woken up. "Aye."
"Yeah, I'm here." Zhou Boye's voice was unexpectedly clear, without much sleepiness, as if he was not woken up, but had not slept at all.
After he responded, Jiang and Xia didn't say anything, and the room fell into silence.
In the dark environment, people's perception of time becomes very weak. Jiang Yuxia feels that a very long time has passed, so long that the words in his mind have been overturned and reconstructed over and over again.
"I... have recovered my memory."
Just a few words consumed most of Jiang Yuxia's energy.
He held his breath, waiting for Zhou Boye's reaction, waiting for him to question why he left that year.
But he waited for a long time, and what he got was an even tighter hug. Zhou Boye's voice was a little hoarse at this time, "I know."
Jiang Yuxia's pupils shrank instantly. He knew?
He actually knew.
But then again, how could he possibly hide it from Zhou Boye?
But he didn't ask a single question, he didn't ask anything.
"When did you know this? Why didn't you ask me?"
"When did you find out?"
Zhou Boye placed a kiss on the top of his head, "That's not important."
How can it not be important?
He was just waiting for him to tell him. Of course, if he chose not to say anything, Zhou Boye would pretend not to know for the rest of his life.
It was obvious that he was the one who was left behind in that incident.
Jiang Yuxia's nose felt sore and her eyes turned red. "Zhou Boye, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Tears slid down the corners of her eyes, landing on Zhou Boye's clothes, leaving a dark stain. Her voice was so soft that it was barely more than a breath. If they weren't so close, she might not have heard it.
Several "I'm sorry"s twisted Zhou Boye's heart into a ball. He reached out and pressed the back of his head, burying him tightly in his arms.
The two hugged each other tightly, as if to absorb warmth, or as if to make up for the years of separation.
Jiang Yuxia: "Would you like to hear my story?"
"If you don't want to say it, don't say it."
"I want to say it, I want to tell you."
He sniffed, his voice nasal and sounding a little pathetic.
"Actually, I'm not an orphan. My biological father is still alive. His name is Feng Mingliang."
This one sentence made Zhou Boye stunned. No matter how much he guessed, he could not guess this aspect, so the direction of his investigation was wrong from the beginning.
"He took you away?"
"no."
Jiang Yuxia's story started when Feng Mingliang suddenly found him with a paternity test, and continued until Qin Zhixing arrived in time to stop him from doing something stupid.
That day, Qin Zhixing held his hand tightly, which was burning hot, and his eyes were sharp. It was rare to see an angry expression on Qin Zhixing's face.
Feng Mingliang heard the noise and looked over from a distance. After all, he had come from the streets and had experienced more of these things than Jiang Yuxia had ever heard of, so he understood almost instantly.
He was furious. "You're still trying to trick me! I might as well have drowned you in a bucket of urine back then. Damn, is there any money in this card?"
Qin Zhixing was so smart that he understood everything that happened to him in just a few words.
Before he and Feng Mingliang could react, he turned around and punched them hard, followed by another punch after another.
Feng Mingliang's body had been hollowed out by alcohol and sex over the years. He was no match for Qin Zhixing and had no power to resist.
Jiang Yuxia's eyes widened. He had never seen Qin Zhixing like this before. Even when they were fighting for food in the orphanage, he didn't fight.
Feng Mingliang was cursing at first, but after a few punches he felt the pain and lost all his courage and started begging for mercy.
He finally reacted and quickly stepped forward to hold Qin Zhixing's hand, "Brother, that's enough, stop fighting!"
Qin Zhixing turned to look at him. The two looked at each other. Jiang Yuxia said again, "That's enough, brother. If you keep fighting, something bad will happen."
If they could kill Feng Mingliang without any consequences for themselves, Jiang Yuxia would do it without hesitation. Qin Zhixing had fought so hard to get to this point, and his future looked bright; he absolutely could not let such a scumbag tarnish his image.
Qin Zhixing lowered his eyes, glanced at the hand he was holding, and slowly loosened his clenched fist, "Yeah."
Perhaps it was because he was studying medicine. Although Feng Mingliang didn't seem to have any injuries, he lay on the ground groaning for a long time.
Qin Zhixing offered a solution, looking down on him like he was looking at trash. "You have two choices. One is to call the police, and the other is to go abroad with us. We'll give you the money when you go abroad."
Feng Mingliang disagreed. "No, what if you don't let me go abroad? I'm unfamiliar with the place, and I'll be at your mercy."
"It's up to you. Xiao Xia is still a student and has no money, but I do. You can think about it yourself."
Qin Zhixing stroked his glasses, which were crooked from the beating. "After you go abroad, as long as you don't bother Xiao Xia anymore, I'm willing to give you an extra 10,000 yuan a month for your retirement."
Jiang Yuxia frowned slightly, he knew Qin Zhixing didn't have that much money.
What does he want to do...
Feng Mingliang's temper subsided a bit, and his tone became calmer. "Are you really that rich? If you can't come up with the money when we're abroad, I'll be a fool."
Qin Zhixing read out a string of his own messages in a low voice. Jiang Yuxia's expression froze. He looked at Qin Zhixing with disapproval, trying to stop him from continuing.
Feng Mingliang is like a dog-skin plaster that can't be shaken off, so how dare Qin Zhixing do that?
Qin Zhixing patted the back of his hand soothingly. "I'm a doctor at the affiliated hospital of S University. I have a relatively stable job. I went abroad for exchange and study. If you think there's something wrong, you can come to my unit to find me. The monk may run away, but the temple cannot."
With the endorsement of his unit, Feng Mingliang's vigilant expression immediately relaxed.
Qin Zhixing didn't say anything more. "Think about it yourself, Xia Xia. Let's go."
Qin Zhixing took him to his dormitory. It was the first time in such a long time since they knew each other that he frowned and spoke harshly to him.
He asked him if Zhou Boye knew about it. Jiang Yuxia shook his head and said, "He wants to ask Zhou Boye for money."
"Is this why you're so desperate, willing to die together with yourselves?"
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