Chapter 67: Mature Mulberries want to see him. Want to see him. Want to see him. …
Sang Fu didn't know what kind of mood she was in when she arrived at Lincheng Airport.
Her hands and feet were cold and weak, her nerves were tense throughout the whole process, and her blood seemed to be coagulated. She could only hold her breath and go through the procedures calmly and calmly.
Finally sat in the waiting room.
Even though I bought the nearest flight ticket at the earliest opportunity, there is still some time before departure.
Sang Fu bit her lip unconsciously, her fingertips mechanically repeating the recent car accident news in Yicheng. The light from the phone screen reflected on her stiff and expressionless face.
Yesterday evening (March 25, 2019) at around 6:00 PM, a traffic accident occurred on the XX Bridge in Yicheng. It's understood the accident was caused by the driver, Mr. Li, who was driving under the influence. As he approached the XX Bridge, he became unconscious and entered the oncoming lane, colliding with a white sedan...
[The accident resulted in one person being seriously injured, one person dying, and three people being slightly injured.]
She seemed to have seen this news during the day.
But she didn't take it seriously at all, didn't care at all, and didn't look at it carefully.
As soon as her eyes touched the word "death", Sangfu's heart suddenly felt like it was stopping. She lowered her head, cold sweat broke out all over her body, and numbness spread from the top of her head to her fingertips.
Then she thought of Siming saying that he was just injured, and she forced herself to calm down.
Not wanting to read the news anymore, Sangfu turned off her phone.
I knew he was fine, but my heart still ached dully because of the fear.
There is no loss until you have it.
There are some things that are so precious that once people have them, they are afraid of losing them.
So she became panic-stricken, frightened, and afraid of everything.
Not herself anymore.
The ceiling above her head reflected a cold and desolate light. Sang Fu leaned back in her chair, staring at that spot quietly, her eyes empty and without any brilliance.
From the moment she knew the truth until now, many vague thoughts have flashed through her mind, but there is only one thought, which is always clear and firm.
Want to see him.
Want to see him.
Want to see him.
…
We rushed to Yicheng without stopping.
After getting off the plane, she took a taxi from the airport directly to Yicheng Central Hospital.
Under the cold white building, Sang Fu trotted up the stairs and rushed into the inpatient department, but was suddenly stopped by someone.
"Here, here, here, wait."
She was panting slightly from running, and looked up to see the man standing in front of her, "Si Ming."
Siming stopped her and looked at his watch in surprise: "How long has it been? You came here as soon as you saw the news?"
He knew she was coming, so he went back to the hospital to wait for her as soon as he finished work. He thought she would not arrive for at least another hour, so he almost went to eat first.
Not having the time or mood to engage in such idle chatter, Sanfu nodded quickly and got straight to the point: "Where is he?"
She was anxious, no doubt about it. Siming saw it all, and he didn't know what he was thinking about. His eyelashes drooped, and a trace of imperceptible loneliness flashed across his eyes.
But soon, he raised his eyes and smiled at her nonchalantly, "He's fine. Why don't you wipe the sweat off your face and drink some water first. I'll take you upstairs later."
Sanfu shook her head. She didn't want to do anything now.
She was stubborn: "Take me to see him first."
Siming stopped trying to persuade her: "Okay, come with me."
He followed her into the elevator, and only after Sang Fu came in did Siming press the door close button and then the floor number.
He half-jokingly said, "I'm telling you in advance that Zhuang Mowen doesn't know you're coming. If he knew I told you about it, he'd probably want to skin me alive."
How could Siming not know what Zhuang Mowen was thinking? He refused to say it simply because he was afraid of making people worry.
So he stayed in the hospital all night, and his parents, relatives, including Sangfu, knew nothing about it.
Siming is a man who knows what is important and what is not. Although he looks casual and unrestrained, he actually knows what is going on.
However, as far as injuries are concerned, if the injuries are minor, it doesn't matter whether he reports it or not, after all, it's not a big deal; if the injuries are serious, then he must report it, after all, relatives have the right to know, and he can't act like a hero recklessly.
Zhuang Mowen asked for his phone the moment he woke up, but he wasn't feeling well, so Siming looked after him. "What do you want to see? I'll read it to you. Email? Which student?"
He hadn't thought of Sang Fu yet, thinking it was just an urgent matter at school. He cited a few examples, but Zhuang Mowen didn't respond. After a while, he asked softly, "Did she send me a message?"
"who?"
"Sanfu."
Siming suddenly realized something and clicked on WeChat. Sure enough, he saw her post about the progress of her new book.
He read the sentence out loud, wondering, "Why did she send you this?"
Zhuang Mowen was silent for a moment, and after giving him a brief explanation, Siming finally understood. After understanding, he became more confused: "That's not right. Are you still abiding by that agreement? Aren't you already together?"
Not invalidated yet?
"We haven't discussed this matter yet." Zhuang Mowen said.
The next second after he finished speaking, Sangfu called.
"Will you answer it?"
Zhuang Mowen had just woken up and was still weak. It was not time to sleep yet. If he showed any abnormality, she would notice it.
"No, she can hear it."
The main reason why Si Ming chose to tell Sang Fu about this was that he was going to fly to another city tonight and was somewhat worried about leaving Zhuang Mowen alone in the hospital.
And as for the rest... he also has selfish motives.
But the moment he saw her rushing into the door, exhausted, some of the resentment buried in his heart quietly dissipated.
It’s good, he really thinks it’s good.
After entering the elevator, she saw the floor number rising steadily. Perhaps it was because she always felt safe when he was around. Now that she was getting closer and closer to him, Sangfu's pounding heart seemed to stabilize a little.
In addition, Siming was trying to ease the tense and serious atmosphere, so she relaxed a little and said seriously, "Thank you for telling me. I will persuade him to be more rational."
Siming: “…”
It was strange that although she was able to remain calm in the elevator, when she was only one step away from the door, Sangfu hesitated again.
Through the narrow square glass on the door, you can see the scene inside the ward, but the view is limited and not very clear.
"Go in," Siming said in a low voice beside her, "I won't go in. Tell him that I'm leaving Yicheng tonight."
"good."
Siming didn't stay long. He took another look inside the ward and turned away.
Sangfu grasped the door handle and pushed the door open, her movements so gentle that almost no sound was made.
Zhuang Mowen fell asleep quietly on the bed with a piece of gauze on his forehead.
She heard Siming say that he hit his head and was unconscious for a whole night before waking up.
She had tried her best to suppress the sound of her footsteps as she approached him, but she didn't know whether he was awake or her intuition was too sharp. She had only taken two steps when Zhuang Mowen opened his eyes and tilted his head to look at her.
At that moment, the already silent ward was so still that there was not a sound at all, as if their breathing had stopped.
Sang Fu stopped in her tracks, and Zhuang Mowen's eyes froze, as if he couldn't believe it. He stared at her blankly for a long time, and his heavy eyes slowly regained some light.
He moved his body, sat up with difficulty, and leaned against the head of the bed.
He didn't ask her why she was here, nor who told her these things. Zhuang Mowen gently spread his hands towards her, a smile appeared at the corners of his eyes, and his first words were gentle: "Come here, hug me."
When she saw him move, Sang Fu subconsciously walked over and wanted to help him, but when she heard his words, she stopped abruptly.
She looked at the smile in his eyes, and her heart was churning with emotions that she had not felt for a long time, hitting her chest again and again, very painful, very astringent, and very sour.
"I don't want to hug you."
After saying this, Sangfu lowered her head, silently and gently threw herself into his arms.
After having him, she realized that she could not accept losing him.
Only at this moment, seeing him and hugging him, could she prove that all her previous worries were just fictions.
He is still here.
"It's okay."
He even comforted her, "Why didn't you even wipe the sweat off your face?"
"Too anxious," said Sanfu.
Zhuang Mowen casually took a tissue and lowered his head to wipe the sweat off her forehead. "Didn't Siming tell you that I'm fine?"
He knew who did it without her even having to ask.
"I did, but I couldn't help it."
She quickly stood up, not daring to hold him any longer, fearing that he was still injured. "Where exactly are you hurt?"
Zhuang Mowen said, "There are some scratches on my body."
Sanfu: "What's that on your head?"
Zhuang Mowen smiled and said, "What's scary is the wound on the forehead."
What do you mean by scaring people? Can a doctor bandage something to scare people?
Sanfu knew that he was still very weak, but she was also a little angry. She frowned and there was no smile on her face.
"If Siming hadn't told me, how long were you going to keep it a secret from me? A day, a month, or a lifetime?"
Zhuang Mowen paused and said softly, "I'm sorry, I kept it from you because I was afraid you'd worry. Besides, the situation isn't serious, it's just that the news reports are a bit confusing."
"Although the accident happened suddenly, our driver reacted quickly, so the people in our car only had minor injuries. The owner of the car drove into the green belt and crashed into a tree."
"The one you mentioned, one dead and one seriously injured, were both in that car."
Drunk driving does not deserve sympathy.
But if they were not lucky, they would have died in it.
Sanfu knew the same.
She also knew that the news was confusing the public, but the fact was that a car accident had occurred, and that was a fact set in stone.
Since she knew that he was among the people involved in the car accident, how could she act as if nothing happened?
There was also an injury on the back of his hand. Sangfu had never experienced a car accident, but she could imagine how terrible that moment was. She lowered her eyelashes and asked in a low voice: "Does it hurt?"
"They're just minor injuries, they don't hurt." Zhuang Mowen said, "You came here in a hurry. Have you eaten?"
She shook her head. "No. I don't feel like eating right now."
"What would you like to drink?"
Sangfu: "I don't want to drink."
Zhuang Mowen laughed: "How can we not eat or drink?"
"I just want to sit here." Sang Fu kept her eyes downcast, her eyelashes covering the emotions in her eyes, and her voice was small and muffled.
She was stubborn: "I just want to sit here."
Zhuang Mowen was slightly startled.
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