It was raining heavily. The only sounds I could hear were the rain hitting the umbrella and the ground, and the whistling wind.
Xiao Yuanmu touched the porridge in his hand and found that it was still warm. The corners of his tightly pursed mouth relaxed a little. A gust of wind blew the umbrella in his hand backwards. He subconsciously pulled it hard, and his peripheral vision paused.
He had already steadied the umbrella. Through the rain curtain, Xiao Yuanmu looked straight towards the road he had come from. There was a man standing at the intersection. His grey windbreaker was blown up, probably because of the wind just now. He was pulling the umbrella backwards to fight against the wind. The white T-shirt inside the windbreaker and the grey home pants on his lower body were exposed to the rain. After a while, they were soaked by the heavy rain and stuck tightly to his body, revealing a bit of loneliness and pity for no reason.
It didn't need to be very clear. Just based on such a blurry figure, Xiao Yuanmu was already certain that it was Song Xuanhe.
He was just about to raise his leg to walk over there, but he saw that Song Xuanhe had already steadied the umbrella and dodged behind the bushes in the flower bed, with not even the tip of the umbrella showing.
Xiao Yuan and Mu Dun stood there. After a few seconds, the corners of their mouth curled up a little. There was no one else here, and they did not hide their upturned corners of their mouth. Even their chuckle was full of doting.
During this period of time, he had already figured out Song Xuanhe's temperament: proud, unrestrained, and free-spirited, but also with a deep-seated softness and awkwardness.
At this time, if he went up to expose Song Xuanhe directly, given his personality, he would not only refuse to admit it, but would also hold his anger and make trouble for him and deliberately say unpleasant words to hurt him, or even get angry and ignore him directly.
If it was the former, Xiao Yuanmu wouldn't think it was a big deal, but the latter was hard for him to accept.
Xiao Yuanmu turned around, with a smile in his eyes yet to fade, when he heard a vague cry. He subconsciously turned his head to look, but as soon as he raised his eyes, he was blinded by the high beams not far away, and his vision blurred for a moment.
The black SUV was getting closer and closer. After Xiao Yuanmu's eyesight recovered, he dodged and prepared to dodge. However, when he heard the sound getting closer, he changed his mind, paused, and the SUV that braked suddenly hit him.
Song Xuanhe stopped halfway through his run. The umbrella had long gone somewhere. He could only watch Xiao Yuanmu fall to the ground. The rain hit the ground and also hit the unconscious man. His feet seemed to be fixed in place and he couldn't lift them up.
[Xiao Yuanmu is fine, he was just scratched. 】
The system's voice sounded in his mind, and Song Xuanhe suddenly came back to his senses and ran towards Xiao Yuanmu.
The owner of the SUV also opened the door and got out. He was squatting beside Xiao Yuanmu, checking on his condition. He took out his cell phone to call the emergency number, but before the call was connected, a handsome young man ran over here quickly, with wet hair sticking to his forehead, looking quite pitiful.
This suddenly reminded Wei Chen of the puppy he picked up when he was a child. It was also a rainy day, and the puppy was quite similar to the young man in the rain.
However, as soon as the young man opened his mouth, he knew he was wrong - "Call an ambulance! What are you standing there for!"
Just at this moment, a voice came from the receiver next to his ear. Wei Chen coughed, explained the situation here in front of the young man, and hung up the phone after making the address clear.
Wei Chen turned to look at the young man, only to see him squatting on the side, at a loss as to what to do but not daring to touch the unconscious man on the ground. He just kept calling the man's name over and over again: "Xiao Yuanmu, Xiao Yuanmu, are you okay?"
Seeing that the unconscious man did not respond, the young man frowned and was obviously very anxious. He wiped the rain off his face, suddenly turned around and asked, "Do you have an umbrella?"
Wei Chen was stunned for a moment, then stood up and took an umbrella from the car. The young man snatched it away, held it above the unconscious man, and there was a hint of stubbornness in his tightly pursed lips. Looking closely, it seemed that there were many emotions hidden in it that he could not see clearly. Wei Chen could not help but ask, "What is your relationship with this man?"
After the system repeatedly assured him that Xiao Yuanmu was absolutely fine, Song Xuanhe felt a little relieved. When he heard Wei Chen's voice, he turned around and looked him up and down.
After reading it, Young Master Song turned his head away without even a glance and said coldly, "What's it got to do with you?"
Wei Chen was choked by him, and suddenly found it funny again. He couldn't help laughing and said, "I am the perpetrator and he is the victim. You came over and squatted. Of course I have to ask you what your relationship with the victim is. He is still unconscious, and I can't ask him."
Song Xuanhe sneered. What Wei Chen said was almost saying that he suspected him of scamming.
"You'll know when he wakes up." Song Xuanhe didn't bother to pay attention to him, his expression and voice were very cold.
Wei Chen was not annoyed. He was a medical student and had just checked Xiao Yuanmu and found nothing wrong, so he had time to chat. He smiled and asked, "What's your name?"
Young Master Song rolled his eyes at him and didn't say anything this time. There were four words written on his face - none of your business.
The hospital was very close to here, and the ambulance arrived soon. Doctors and nurses came down with a stretcher. Song Xuanhe followed into the ambulance, and Wei Chen followed behind in his own car.
The doctor examined Xiao Yuanmu and said to Song Xuanhe, "It's nothing, just some scratches on his legs and body, all superficial injuries. The main reason for his coma is the fever. He has just been given a fever-reducing injection. He will be fine once the fever goes away."
Song Xuanhe finally felt relieved. After politely thanking the doctor, he turned around and prepared to go to the ward to see Xiao Yuanmu. At this time, Wei Chen had also negotiated with the traffic police. He happened to see Song Xuanhe talking to the doctor in a gentle manner. He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and said, "So you can still talk properly."
Song Xuanhe relaxed at this time and returned to his usual reserved and arrogant appearance. He leaned against the wall, hugged his chest, and looked up at people with his chin up: "You bumped into my people and you still want me to talk to you?"
Wei Chen was stunned for a moment. After a few seconds, he hesitated and asked, "Who is yours? Boyfriend?"
Song Xuanhe curled her eyes and hooked her finger at Wei Chen. When she saw him leaning closer, she curled her lips and said, "Do you think he looks like a girlfriend?"
Wei Chen froze, realizing that he had been tricked, but he didn't feel too angry. He stood up straight with a smile on his face: "Since we are friends, then leave me your contact information. You can ask me to reimburse the subsequent hospitalization and lost wages. This is my business card."
Song Xuanhe did not take it. He just glanced at the words on the business card and couldn't help but sneered: "Your student union also has business cards, social society."
Wei Chen shrugged, his smile carefree but with a hint of ruffian in it: "It is often said that school is a small society, thank you for the compliment."
Wei Chen was a good talker and very shameless, which was comparable to Song Xuanhe. If he met such an equally matched opponent in normal times, he would still be interested in chatting with him, but in this situation he was too lazy to say more to him. He just said a few perfunctory words, took the business card and closed the door of the ward directly, showing his impatience vividly.
Seeing that Wei Chen didn't bother him anymore and left, Song Xuanhe turned around and walked in.
This is a specially arranged single room. The decoration inside is simple and clean, and there is a little bit of warmth. Song Xuanhe didn't look at it for long, and his eyes fell on the person lying on the bed.
The expression that originally contained a hint of impatience gradually faded away, and he stood there with his eyes lowered. The cotton swab bag in his hand was wrinkled by him, and occasionally made a few noises, which was very abrupt in the quiet ward.
Thinking of the nurse's reminder, he opened a pack of cotton swabs and walked to the bedside. Looking at Xiao Yuanmu's flushed cheeks and dry pale lips, his fingers holding the cotton swabs tightened involuntarily. Regardless of whether it was a plot destined to happen or not, the current situation was indeed caused by him, and the guilt in his heart could not be reduced in the slightest.
Xiao Yuanmu's hand was placed on the side of the bed. His finger bones were long and there was a thin needle on the back of his hand. The red abrasion extending from the little finger to the wrist was particularly obvious on his fair skin. Even though the nurse had treated it and stopped the bleeding, such a large area of abrasion still looked somewhat hideous. Not sure if it was because of the pain, the scarred finger twitched almost unnoticeably.
Song Xuanhe subconsciously glanced at Xiao Yuanmu, and was relieved to find that he had not woken up. He suddenly remembered the gentle but very effective way his mother dealt with injuries when he was a child. He could not help but lower his head and blew on Xiao Yuanmu's arm. Even though he knew that Xiao Yuanmu could not hear him, Song Xuanhe still whispered, "I'm sorry."
[This is not your fault. This is the plot. Even if you didn't let Xiao Yuanmu go out to buy things, he would have been hit by a car in the rainstorm. You don't need to blame yourself so much. 】
Song Xuanhe did not answer the system. With his eyelashes drooping, he clumsily pressed the cotton swab soaked in water on Xiao Yuanmu's lips. Where his eyes fell, they were pale and dry. The feeling of suffocation caused by his lips and tongue two hours ago suddenly came over him. Song Xuanhe paused and threw the cotton swab into the trash can.
Glancing at the sleeping Xiao Yuanmu, Song Xuanhe put the cotton swab aside and replied calmly: [Knowing that he would get into a car accident and still pushing him out, regardless of whether it is a plot or not, as an insider, I cannot shirk my responsibility. 】
Hearing this, the system was about to speak, but it sensed a strange fluctuation. Before it could verify it, it saw Song Xuanhe had already stood up and walked out, and couldn't help but say: [Aren't you going to take care of Xiao Yuanmu? 】
[I'm going to change my clothes.] 】Song Xuanhe looked at the empty corridor and pursed his lips slightly. He needed to calm down before he could face Xiao Yuanmu as usual after he woke up.
The door was closed gently, and silence returned to the room.
The person lying on the bed slowly opened his eyes. He turned his head to look in the direction where Song Xuanhe left. His eyes were deep but no emotion could be seen. The coldness on his calm face was completely gone, as if all the makeup had been washed away, leaving only calmness and indifference, giving people the illusion of harmlessness.
After a few seconds, he closed his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
Unexpectedly, he was reborn again.
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