The special assistant diligently opened the door for him, and when the door opened, he happened to bump into Song Zhixu who was standing outside.
"Hello, uncle." Song Zhixu smiled politely and greeted.
Yu Qianzhang nodded. The only son of the Song family, his family background and character were all pleasing to his eyes. If it weren't for what happened a few days ago, he might have admired this young man very much.
But... indirectly because of him, Zhao Zhao was injured.
After Yu Qianzhang left, Yu Cixu also walked out, leaving the space to the two teenagers.
Zhao Zhao was able to sit up with difficulty. Song Zhixu considerately placed a pillow behind him for him to lean on, and looked at him with gentle eyes.
"I came to see you several times in the past few days, but you didn't wake up..." The eloquent Song Zhixu looked at his pale face and just uttered these words dryly.
He had become thinner again, even thinner than when he first met him.
"Is your leg okay?" he asked cautiously. In his memory, Zhao Zhao's back, which had always been standing in front of him, overlapped again with the sickly young man in the present.
Zhao Zhao was hit by a bullet in his calf, but his muscles and bones were not injured. After recovery, he can still walk, but it will take a long time to recover.
However, in response to his inquiry, Zhao Zhao said, "It's no big deal. In a few months, I'll be able to run and jump." He didn't like seeing other people's guilty expressions. It not only made him uncomfortable, but also helpless.
"...I hope everything is okay." Song Zhixu really likes observing people's eyes. When he looked into Zhao Zhao's bright eyes, his heart softened.
He smiled gently, hesitated for a while, and then asked, "I heard from your father that you are going abroad?"
Zhao Zhao sneered, "Don't worry about him, I won't go abroad." Thinking about the mission, he continued to smile, "I have several good friends like you in the country, how can I bear to leave~"
Even when she was not feeling well, Zhao Zhao still joked around with them as usual.
"us?"
"Yes, you, He Qinglin and Ai Wen are all my good friends."
Song Zhixu really smiled this time. His eyes curved slightly, gentle as water. "Am I also your friend?"
"Of course, among the four of us, who wouldn't say we're friends for life and death?"
Following the conversation, Zhao Zhao continued, "We are friends for life and death. From now on, we must be friends for life."
"Song Zhixu, did you hear that?" Seeing him in a daze, Zhao Zhao raised her voice and reminded him.
"Okay, friends for life." It might be nice to have such sincere friends like them as company.
…
Zhao Zhao really did not go abroad. A month later, he even went to school in a wheelchair, regardless of his father and brother's wishes.
As Ye Xi pushed him along the campus road and watched him step forward to kick away the stones blocking his way, he couldn't help but sigh at the similarity of the plot.
A few months ago, he did the same thing, coming to Ellinar despite his brother's wishes and Ye Xi's dissuasion.
The ward was too quiet, unlike the vibrant campus. Zhao Zhao liked it here, so even though his legs and feet were inconvenient, he insisted on coming back.
"Zhao Zhao!"
Behind him, a young man's energetic voice came. Zhao Zhao knew it was Ivan without turning around.
He was almost well again and had come to school a long time ago. When he heard that he was back, he ran out impatiently. He bent down, smiled and gently hugged him, who had lost a lot of weight.
Thinking of the name Zhao Zhao liked to call himself in the game, Aiwen coaxed, "Welcome back, Boss."
Hearing this, Zhao Zhao's face was indeed delighted. He raised his eyebrows and said, "Aiwen, you are quite sensible, but what about He Qinglin and Song Zhixu? Why don't you come to see their eldest brother?"
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