Chapter 123 He Xilou (Mummy Version)
Meng Shiyi was drowsy and her memory was pulled back to five years ago.
The doctor told her regretfully that they had tried their best, but her father could not be saved.
At the funeral, she secretly hid in a corner and cried, covering her mouth and daring not to make a sound.
She was so sad, she blamed herself, felt guilty, and collapsed. If she hadn't been so angry, if she had gotten up earlier and left, how could they have had a car accident on the road.
That year she was in the second grade of junior high school, a few months after her father passed away. With red eyes, she drew on paper, drawing her father's profile. As she drew, she couldn't help crying out loud.
She hurriedly opened the door and bumped into a cold and bad-looking boy.
He Xilou came to Meng Huaili's house to do homework that day. He was very tall, and he leaned over slightly with his head down, pinched her cheek in a naughty way, and said in a teasing voice:
"Sister Shiyi, why are you so crybaby? You cried in the alley last time, and you're still crying now?"
He doesn't understand at all.
Meng Shiyi cried even harder, with tears as big as beans falling down. She rubbed her red and swollen eyes and said stubbornly, "I... I'm fine."
As soon as the words fell.
He Xilou rubbed her head, as if to coax her, "Then brother will treat you to a blueberry cake. Stop crying, okay?"
She could clearly hear her heart beating.
She cried for a long time before she recovered, nodded, and took his hand: "Okay."
But the next second, the person lying unconscious on the hospital bed turned out to be He Xilou.
He was originally wearing a black suit, looking dignified and decent, but he was lying on the hospital bed, dying and in a very miserable state.
The doctor who informed her of her father's death came over again and told her regretfully:
"I'm so sorry, we've tried our best..."
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Tears rolled down Meng Shiyi's eyes. She struggled to open her eyes, but she couldn't escape from the nightmare.
Her heart aches so much...
"Shiyi...Meng Shiyi?" Xu Qingqing and Sheng Wan called her name from the side.
Meng Shiyi heard a familiar voice in her nightmare, and finally struggled to move her fingers and slowly opened her eyes.
There was a white ceiling in front of me, and saline solution was dripping out of the bottle continuously.
The pungent smell of hospital disinfectant wafted around.
"Baby, you're finally awake," Xu Qingqing said worriedly, her eyes red and swollen. "Wuwuwu, you were unconscious for more than ten hours. Wanwan and I were terrified..."
They didn't see Meng Shiyi return to the dormitory last night. Later they learned that Meng Shiyi had been in a car accident, and Meng Huaili stayed with her the whole night and didn't sleep at all.
Sheng Wan held one of her hands and said, "Fortunately, the doctor said you are fine. Just rest more."
Meng Shiyi's eyes were burning. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but her throat was so sore that she couldn't utter a word.
Sheng Wan quickly brought her a glass of warm water.
Meng Shiyi drank some water to moisten her throat, then immediately asked with red eyes, "Where's He Xilou?"
She remembered that He Xilou deliberately turned the steering wheel towards her, pounced on her, and staggered to carry her out of the car.
She remembered that He Xilou's originally neatly-knit hair was completely disheveled, his back and legs were covered in blood, and he looked in a miserable state.
He was such a proud and unbridled person...
"He..." Xu Qingqing swallowed, "He's still in the emergency room. Luckily he reacted in time, otherwise his legs would have been broken."
Well, to be honest, she was a little shocked by He Xilou's behavior.
The position of Meng Shiyi in He Xilou's heart.
It was far more important than she had imagined.
Xu Qingqing explained to her slowly.
After the accident, the car owner who passed by called the police and an ambulance. The dashcam and camera surveillance showed:
He Xilou protected her completely subconsciously, even using his body to block the explosion flames for her, and carried her out of the car step by step.
The driver of the truck on the opposite side intended to injure someone.
That was He Xilou's half-brother, He Cheng, who was recently diagnosed with a mental illness and was put into a mental hospital. Unexpectedly, he climbed over the wall and ran away, intending to bump into He Xilou on his birthday.
He Chengye laughed like a madman and confessed to the crime in a state of mental disorder. He didn't want to kill He Xilou, he wanted to make He Xilou disabled for life, let He Xilou also experience his despair, let He Xilou, the illegitimate son, live in the shadow of filth and decay forever.
Intermittent mentally ill people constitute the crime of intentional injury and are subject to imprisonment of not more than three years in accordance with Articles 18 and 234 of the Criminal Law.
"By the way," Sheng Wan said while peeling an apple, "Shiyi, when you were unconscious just now... you kept calling his name."
"You've always had him in your heart, right?"
Let go of someone you've loved for so many years.
It's not that easy.
Meng Shiyi pursed her lips, turned her head away, and silently clutched the quilt.
The other side of the hospital.
The light in the emergency room went out. He Xilou was lucky and the operation was successful.
On the hospital bed, the man took off his exquisite black suit and was wrapped in white bandages.
He closed his eyes, as if he was deeply trapped in a nightmare, his lips trembling as he kept calling out someone's name.
On the side, Meng Huaili lowered his head.
Then I heard He Xilou muttering weakly and worriedly, his voice seemed covered with a layer of gravel:
"Sister Shiyi, Shiyi..."
"Baby, you are all I have. You are really all I have..."
"Please look at me again, don't leave me, don't mention breaking up, okay?"
Panic, fear, helplessness, anxiety, these negative emotions all emerged on his fragile and pale face.
Even my fingers were trembling slightly because of excessive nervousness.
This is an unfamiliar Hexi Tower.
He should be at ease, free and easy, and unruly, as if he is not interested in or cares about anything in the world.
No one expected that he would become so anxious and worried now.
Lu Shijie curled his lips in disdain and complained accurately: "Hey, isn't it corny? He was thinking about our sister Shiyi in his dream and called her baby. How shameless."
He looked at He Xilou's frail appearance, shook his head and sighed: "Hey, should I say he is a real man."
They all saw the surveillance video.
He Xilou held Meng Shiyi in his arms like a precious treasure, and even endured the burning flames on his legs to take her away with him...
Jiang Yue was silent for a moment, then sighed, "So he has a half-brother, and yesterday was his birthday, and I didn't know anything about it. Are we still good brothers?"
More than two hours passed.
He Xilou finally opened his eyes, his expression stern and serious. He stared at the few people closely, and the first thing he said was:
"What about her?"
Meng Huaili said: "I just went to see her and she went back to sleep. The doctor said there was nothing wrong with her."
He Xilou breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes again.
Meng Huaili was silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up and asked, "Didn't I warn you not to get close to her again? What did you do? You secretly took her out without telling me? You don't lack women, so why do you have to keep an eye on my sister?"
The atmosphere at the scene was full of tension.
Lu Shijie and Jiang Yue were trembling beside them.
Don't fight! !
It must be said that fortunately He Xilou protected Meng Shiyi, and fortunately Meng Shiyi was not hurt.
Otherwise, with Meng Huaili's personality of doting on his sister, he would probably strangle He Xilou to death by now.
"Huai Li."
He Xilou opened his eyes again, his throat felt like it had been rubbed by sandpaper repeatedly, and he spoke seriously, word by word:
"I really like her."
He prepared a romantic confession, a drone show and beautiful fireworks on the top of the mountain. He prepared ninety-nine love letters and ninety-nine bouquets of roses. He knew that Meng Shiyi might not agree to him, but he owed her this.
He owed her a grand confession.
He owed her so much.
But all this was ruined by a car accident...
Suddenly, the door of the VIP ward was pushed open.
Meng Shiyi was wearing a hospital gown, her face pale. She stared blankly at He Xilou lying on the bed, her voice trembling:
"He Xilou, are you... okay?"
Several people were stunned.
Seeing her eyes were red, Lu Shijie quickly spoke to comfort her:
"Hey, Sister Shiyi, don't be sad. He's still alive and well!"
Meng Shiyi's anxious heart gradually calmed down.
Next second.
Lu Shijie bared his teeth and smiled to liven up the atmosphere: "Do you think Brother Lou looks like a mummy now? He's actually quite cute."
He Xilou: “…”
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