Chapter 78 I Want to Go Home
Chapter 78
Yan Jue in front of him had red eyes. Wen Xi's hand was held on the man's distraught face. Yan Jue's rapid and unstable hot breathing sprayed on the back of his hand. Even through a layer of bandage, he could feel the uncontrollable excitement.
Wen Xi moved his fingers slowly across Yan Jue's dry lips. The burning sensation in his throat became stronger. He moved his lips, but his throat was so dry that it seemed to be on fire. He could not speak and could only lip-sync.
"Sit up and drink some water."
Yan Jue stood up, deliberately avoiding the wounds on Wen Xi's body and let him sit up. During the whole process, Yan Jue's strength was steady and light, as if Wen Xi was a glass doll that would break at the slightest touch.
Wen Xi leaned against the bedside, and Yan Jue fed him a full glass of water. The dry pain in his throat was relieved for the most part. He slowly raised his eyes to look at Yan Jue, moved his lips, but bent down to wipe away the water drops hanging on the corners of his lips. His wet fingertips touched Wen Xi's throat tenderly, stared at him steadily, and whispered: "Drink another glass, there's no rush to talk."
Wen Xi felt the slightly cool touch on her neck, her throat rolled, and she looked at Yan Jue's dark and deep eyes and the dry corners of his lips. She nodded, and Yan Jue fed her another glass of water.
There was some left in the glass. Yan Jue shook the glass and asked, "Do you want to drink more?"
Wen Xi shook his head and raised his chin, signaling Yan Jue to drink some water. Yan Jue drank the remaining water.
The water cup was placed on the table, making a crisp clinking sound in the quiet ward.
Yan Jue stared at Wen Xi in silence. He lowered his head and stared blankly at the bandages on his arms and hands. His half-long hair was also hanging down in a mess, revealing only half of his face. The boy's palm-sized face became even thinner because of his illness. The blue and white striped hospital gown that fit him looked too big and empty on him, and his body was thin.
Yan Jue couldn't see Wen Xi's expression, but he could clearly see his thin body rising and falling because of his breathing. However, the breathing was very light, and he had to concentrate to hear it. Yan Jue looked at the quiet and silent Wen Xi, and in a trance he thought of the black butterfly.
A trace of uneasiness flashed through his heart. Yan Jue lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Xi's hand, which was wrapped like a mummy. A trace of pain flashed through his eyes. He reached out and slowly held the uninjured finger, hooked it, and said, "I gave you an injection to relieve the pain this morning. Do you feel any pain now?"
Wen Xi felt the pain and frowned. He looked up. The cold white light of the hospital allowed Yan Jue to clearly see Wen Xi's expression at the moment.
Wen Xi looked at Yan Jue and blinked very lightly, his eyes a little dazed. He pursed his lips and said, "I..."
Wenxi's voice was very soft, his throat was uncomfortable, and he spoke slowly.
"Why am I... in the hospital?"
The boy's dark brown eyes looked dark against his pale face. Yan Jue looked into those eyes and his mind went blank for a rare moment.
When the human body encounters the greatest grief that it cannot bear, it will automatically defend itself and selectively forget the painful things.
But Yan Jue was not sure of Wen Xi's current condition. He stared at Wen Xi's eyes without blinking, his fingers moved stiffly, and there was a heavy breath in his heart, which blocked his trachea and choked his throat.
Yan Jue's breathing suddenly became heavier. Wen Xi curled his fingers nervously. The man took a breath and stared at him steadily. His thin lips, which had turned pale, opened and closed as he spoke in a low voice, "The doctor said that your emotions fluctuated too much and your body couldn't handle it, so you fainted. Your high fever won't go away, so you have to be hospitalized for treatment."
Wenxi's throat rolled: "Then how long did I sleep?"
"Three days." Yan Jue gently stroked Wen Xi's cheek. The temperature was no longer scorching when their skin touched. He said, "The fever just subsided this morning."
Reduce fever and relieve fire.
Wen Xi's heart was throbbing. His confused thoughts, which had been in chaos since he woke up, vaguely found a point. The memories that had been instinctively blocked by his brain broke through the shackles and flooded back into his mind.
Yan Jue felt Wen Xi's body trembling, and the remaining blood color on his lips faded away. His dazed eyes gradually became clear, but his eye sockets quickly turned red.
"Yan Jue...where is Wen Ran?" Wen Xi breathed rapidly and tried to lift the quilt regardless of Yan Jue's attempt to stop him. His movements were quick and violent, and the wound that had been scabbed over with great difficulty burst open again, and the bandage turned red.
Yan Jue held Wen Xi's thin shoulders and held him down. He held Wen Xi's face and forced him to look at him. He looked at those eyes with tears flowing down their cheeks and repeated over and over again: "Wen Ran is fine, Wen Xi, Ran Ran is fine."
Wen Xi's struggle gradually weakened, and big tears silently fell from his red eyes.
"What do you mean..." Wen Xi asked with trembling lips, tears sliding into his mouth, salty and bitter. He was afraid that Yan Jue would lie to him, so he ignored the pain in his hands and grasped the man's collar, like a dying prisoner in the desert, confirming again and again that the life-saving pool of water was not a mirage. He asked hoarsely: "Ran Ran...what do you mean by nothing is wrong?"
Yan Jue held Wen Xi's cheek and said, "The car accident was planned by humans. The blood in the doll in the car was chicken blood, and the skeleton in the car was a model, not a real person."
"Wen Guoqing knew that we would soon be able to track him down, so he deliberately created a false impression to distract us."
"So Wen Ran is still alive and she's fine."
Upon hearing the news that Wen Ran was safe and sound, the cold blood in Wen Xi's limbs began to flow again, faster and faster, rushing and colliding. His body seemed like an old machine starting to run again. His torso heated up and his pale face slowly regained its color, but his eyes were shedding tears uncontrollably.
Wen Xi was in a strange and helpless state, happy and terrified. He could not handle this emotion for the time being. He looked at Yan Jue sobbing, unable to even find the only word to address him. He choked out the words: "Yan Jue...Brother...Wen Ran is okay...That's great, she's okay..."
Tears slid across Yan Jue's fingers and dripped onto the bandage on Wen Xi's wrist, casting a small shadow. Yan Jue wiped the tears from Wen Xi's face, his fingers trembling. He looked at Wen Xi, who was crying, with a heavy look in his eyes and said, "I'm sorry, I should have told you when you woke up."
There was strong regret and undisguised heartache in the man's eyes.
"But you are already very good... It is good enough that you can accompany me..."
Tears accumulated and Wen Xi couldn't see Yan Jue's face clearly. He tried his best to calm down, but his body was crying uncontrollably, as if he wanted to turn all the pain into tears and expel it from his body.
Wen Xi blinked hard, his vision was clear for a moment and then blurred again. In this moment of clarity, he seemed to see Yan Jue's eyes were red and wet.
It turned out that he was crying too.
"Are you crying?"
Wen Xi asked.
Yan Jue did not answer him, but held him in his arms carefully and restrainedly. Wen Xi felt the hot tears dripping down his neck and sliding down his shoulders. The hot tears quickly turned cold, and the wet water marks passed through the large and hollow hospital gown and disappeared at the position of the heart.
Wen Xi's tears, which she had tried hard to hold back, miraculously stopped.
There was a dull pain in the bruised area of his arm. Wen Xi blinked his eyes and saw the nurse standing at the door of the ward. The nurse hesitated for a moment, turned around and left, closing the door.
Wen Xi put his ear against Yan Jue's chest, feeling his slightly trembling body, his heavy breathing, and his strong and steady heartbeat. He slowly closed his eyes.
"Did the police find him?"
"Li Yumei, who kidnapped Wen Ran, is the mother of a cancer patient at the nearby Second Hospital. She wanted to save her son, so Wen Guoqing gave her 50,000 yuan to pay for her son's medical expenses and promised to kidnap Wen Ran and give her another 200,000 yuan when he delivered her."
"Li Yumei's son is ten years old this year. She is a single mother. She couldn't live without her son, so she agreed to Wen Guoqing's deal. The police arrested her in the hospital on the night of the incident."
Wen Xi buried his head in Yan Jue's arms and didn't ask about the follow-up. Yan Jue put a little more force on his shoulder and continued, "Binhai Road is remote and long, and there is no surveillance. Wen Guoqing artificially created a car accident scene, used chicken blood and a skeleton model to disguise himself and Ran Ran, and then ran away from the nearby forest."
"He put camouflage clothes on the mountain in advance, changed his appearance, and took small roads to escape. The police set up a special task force to track him overnight and found that he did not go to Jiang Province in the south, but went all the way north."
"The police were able to find Wen Guoqing's last movement track through surveillance at a service area on the border between the inner and northern provinces. He was photographed by the surveillance camera while smoking in his car."
Wen Xi's heart trembled. For a few brief seconds, he thought that Wen Guoqing would take Wen Ran to hide in various places, but he did not expect that Wen Guoqing would take Wen Ran back to Northern Province.
Yongning Town is located in the Northern Province, a little-known county town. It is a place that Yan Jue would probably never know if he didn't know him.
Even the northern province is relatively backward. Whether it is escaping the country or blood testing, it is an inconvenient place.
Wen Xi couldn't figure it out: "Have you found any new information about him now?"
Wenxi stopped crying. Her little face was pale and translucent, and her eyes were no longer as bright as before. Her eye sockets were red, her hair was messy, and she looked wrinkled.
Yan Jue looked into his expectant eyes and couldn't bear to speak, but he couldn't hide it. He held Wen Xi's face and slowly explained: "In that screenshot, Wen Guoqing happened to see the camera. He turned into the county town after getting off the highway. The northern province is vast and sparsely populated, and there are few surveillance cameras. He deliberately avoided surveillance and changed his disguise, and the clues were cut off."
The hopeful light in Wenxi's eyes slowly faded away. Yan was determined as if a knife was cutting him. He stroked Wenxi's back with his hand and said, "What we can be sure of is that Ranran is not in danger of death by his side. They are still in the North Province. We will find them soon. Wenran will be fine."
After all, Wen Guoqing was restricted from entering the country, and the person he wanted to save was far away. Before the results of Wen Ran's bone marrow matching came out and before he found a way to go abroad, Wen Guoqing would not do anything to her.
Wen Xi didn't know whether to be happy or sad, his heart was in a mess. He thought of Yan Yili.
Wen Xi buried her head in Yan Jue's arms, hugged him tightly, greedily feeling the man's hot body temperature.
"Yan Jue...I want to go home."
"Stay one more night today, and then we'll go home—"
Wenxi interrupted him, "It's not Jincui Lake."
Yan Jue was stunned for a moment, staring at him without blinking.
Wen Xi's throat moved, and the tears of pain seemed to cry out along with the water he had just drunk, and his throat hurt again.
"It's Yongning Town." The planned journey home was completely changed. Wen Xi remained calm and said, "Ran Ran is in the Northern Province. I have to go there to feel at ease."
The man's hot lips pressed against Wen Xi's trembling eyelids, and Yan Jue whispered, "Let's go together."
"Wen Ran will find it back."
Yan Jue's voice was hoarse and low, as if he was swearing, "I will find her back."
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