It's all my fault
Startled by the noise, the two brothers immediately got up and looked towards the intersection, but could only see the large truck that had collided with it, and could vaguely make out that the vehicle that had collided with it was a white sedan.
Even though he couldn't see clearly at all, and there were so many white cars, Song Zicheng had a strong feeling that a bad thought was rising in his mind.
All the cars at the intersection stopped, and many drivers got out and ran over to check. Some people anxiously called 110, while others called 120.
The scene was chaotic, with noise filling the air. It was as if some thread was pulling Song Zicheng forward, with Song Zian following behind him. Suddenly, Song Zian's vision blurred, and his eyes were covered.
The hands covering his eyes trembled violently, causing his entire body to shake as well. He barely managed to see the shattered license plate of the car before he froze, his heart pounding, his scalp tingling, his breathing labored, and his eyes wide open, unable to believe what he was seeing.
He couldn't remember what happened after that. In his hazy memory, police, doctors, and nurses arrived at the scene, but his parents had already lost their vital signs before they could be lifted into the car for treatment.
It should have been the most memorable and unforgettable day, but all the memories of that day are fragmented and blurry in my mind.
At this moment, Song Zicheng, who had fallen asleep, was covered in cold sweat. He was trembling all over and looked pained, muttering, "I'm sorry, it's all my fault, it's all my fault."
He seemed trapped in a nightmare from which he could not escape. Even with such painful struggles, he did not wake up and was unaware that his door had been quietly opened.
Lu Zhiyan, who was lying in bed, was already sleepy, but he couldn't fall asleep because he kept thinking about what Song Zicheng had said that day.
He tiptoed and gently pushed open the door. As soon as he entered, he heard words of pain, self-blame, and lamentation repeating over and over again.
Moonlight streamed through the narrow curtains, and with the light, Lu Zhiyan could clearly see the expression on Song Zicheng's face in the darkness. After only a few glances, he felt as if a part of his heart had been violently clenched.
The Song Zicheng before me had completely lost his usual calmness, composure, and poise; his tightly furrowed brows seemed to be telling of his sadness and pain.
At this moment, Song Zicheng was someone Lu Zhiyan had never seen before. He was so fragile, weak, and cautious, which made Lu Zhiyan's heart tremble and an indescribable feeling of bitterness welled up in his heart.
Lu Zhiyan stood quietly by the bed, afraid that Song Zicheng would suddenly wake up and be frightened. Several times he seized the opportunity to lift his foot to leave or hide behind the table, but Song Zicheng was only in a half-awake state, muttering to himself.
As the pained expression on Song Zicheng's face gradually faded and he slowly drifted into a peaceful sleep, Lu Zhiyan quietly left. He didn't know how long he had stood there watching, but he knew that he must have heard Song Zicheng repeat "I'm sorry" hundreds of times.
At one o'clock in the morning, Lu Zhiyan returned to his room and opened the document that Cui Junyu had sent him earlier. He had only glanced at it briefly at the time, but the description following the prominent words "car accident" in the document was very distressing. The Song couple collided with a truck that ran a red light while crossing the road. The accident scene was horrific, and both of them died on the spot.
The simple description clearly summarizes the car accident at the time. Just reading these few sentences is enough to evoke regret and sorrow, not to mention Song Zicheng, who witnessed the scene. The once high-spirited Song Zicheng after the college entrance examination has now changed beyond recognition.
Night fell, and the sky was dotted with stars. It was a perfect opportunity to admire the moon and the night view, but Lu Zhiyan, who was sitting comfortably on the edge of the bed, felt a strange emotion that he hadn't felt in a long time. For the first time in so many years, he felt heartache for anyone other than his mother.
The day before returning to Anhui, Song Zicheng took Song Zian to the hospital for a final check-up. He got up at four or five in the morning and started working in the kitchen. With a "ding," the dessert he was making was ready.
The aroma filled the entire apartment. He packed the desserts and was about to leave with Song Zi'an when Lu Zhiyan opened the door and came out.
"What are you making? It smells so good." Lu Zhiyan said, glancing at the dining table, which was just the usual breakfast.
"I made some desserts for Zian's attending physician. We're leaving now. Breakfast is on the table. We won't be back for lunch either. I've prepared lunch and put it in the refrigerator. You can take it out and heat it up."
Lu Zhiyan didn't listen to what Song Zicheng said. He stared absentmindedly at the exquisite box in Song Zicheng's hand, a hint of jealousy in his eyes. Before he could speak, the door slammed shut, leaving him alone in the cold and deserted apartment.
"Dr. Ling, how is Zi'an?" Song Zi'an asked with some concern as he sat in the chair opposite Ling Chu.
"Don't worry, it's very stable, even better than before. There's nothing to worry about."
Hearing this, Song Zicheng finally breathed a sigh of relief and gradually relaxed: "Okay." He took the box from his lap and put it on the table. "Dr. Ling, this is a dessert I made for you."
Ling Chu reached out and took the box, saying thank you.
"Ling Chu, shall we have lunch together after get off work?"
"Okay, I have twenty minutes left before I get off work. You guys wait for me outside for a bit."
The three of them went to a hot pot restaurant. Hot pot in winter is simply one of life's greatest pleasures. One broth was spicy, and the other was tomato.
The soup in the pot boiled quickly. Song Zicheng added some of the ingredients on the table, slicing the meat very thinly. In no time, it was cooked.
"When are you going back to Anhui?" Ling Chu asked Song Zicheng, who was sitting opposite her.
Steaming hot vapor rose gradually from the pot, spanning between the two people, as if separating them with a transparent screen.
"I'm going back tomorrow morning."
Ling Chu raised her eyebrows, somewhat surprised: "So early? Be careful on your way back."
"Um."
The two stopped talking and focused on their meal. When they were almost finished eating, Ling Chu put down her chopsticks, looked up at Song Zicheng, her eyes darting around a few times, and asked hesitantly, "Are you still staying at your friend's house?"
Song Zicheng took out a tissue and handed it to Song Zian, then took out another tissue to wipe his own mouth: "I told you before that I found a new place and paid the rent. I was planning to move out a long time ago, but my friend broke his arm in a bike accident. He helped me before, so I couldn't just move out when he was injured. I took care of him for more than ten days. I will move out after the New Year. It's not good to keep troubling others."
"Although I've said it many times, I still want to say it to you again in a solemn manner: thank you for helping me a lot!"
Song Zicheng spoke sincerely. His gratitude towards Ling Chu was heartfelt and unforgettable. He often felt fortunate to have met Ling Chu, who had lent him a helping hand during his most difficult time.
"Actually, I did all this not just to get your thanks, I..."
The hot pot restaurant was crowded and noisy. The waiters and customers were talking too loudly, and Ling Chu was speaking too softly. Song Zicheng only saw Ling Chu's mouth move, but he couldn't hear what he said.
"What did you say? Your voice was too soft, I didn't hear you," Song Zicheng asked again.
Song Zicheng's words brought Ling Chu back to his senses. He hurriedly replied, "No, I didn't say anything. Just let me know if you need any help."
The two locked eyes, and Song Zicheng smiled with narrowed eyes. Taking advantage of the hazy mist, Ling Chu stared at Song Zicheng boldly and directly for a long, long time.
Countless times when he couldn't control his emotions, Ling Chu asked himself honestly: in the previous twenty-odd years, he had never liked a man or a girl, and he even doubted whether he was capable of loving someone.
Three years ago, in the summer, he was walking down the hospital corridor with some documents in his hand when his gaze was drawn to a tall, well-built boy as he approached the corner.
The boy looked young, barely an adult, but the moment he turned his face, Ling Chu clearly saw the anxiety and exhaustion on his face, as well as a maturity beyond his years.
He didn't know what was wrong with him that day, but perhaps out of a sense of compassion, he went up to the boy, patted him on the shoulder, and patiently asked, "Young man, is there something urgent?"
Perhaps it was the reassuring sound of his voice, but the boy, as if grasping at a lifeline, grabbed Ling Chu's sleeve with his right hand and asked anxiously, "Doctor, do you know any doctors in the leukemia department?"
"That's me."
Upon hearing those three words, the boy's eyes lit up, and his tense nerves quickly relaxed. Ling Chu saw a touching and beautiful smile appear on his tired face, a smile that contained a variety of emotions, making it impossible to look away.
Perhaps it was fate, but the two quickly became acquainted. He became Song Zian's attending physician and introduced houses to Song Zicheng. They have known each other for three years now.
Time passed neither too quickly nor too slowly, and in this period of time, Ling Chu gradually came to realize her feelings for Song Zicheng.
At first, he was indeed attracted by Song Zicheng's good looks, but in the time they spent together, he was moved by Song Zicheng's resilience, courage and sense of responsibility.
Even he himself, when he was only eighteen years old, his parents died unexpectedly, and he left his hometown with his sick younger brother to come to this unfamiliar city. Facing everything so unfamiliar, he did not think he could handle it so well, and perhaps he had already been defeated by life and pressure.
But he saw strength and stubbornness in Song Zicheng, so after realizing his feelings for Song Zicheng, he did not show them, but buried them in his heart.
He didn't want to ruin their friendship, he didn't want to embarrass Song Zicheng, and he didn't want Song Zicheng to drift further and further away from him because of his momentary impulse.
He wasn't in a hurry; he would give Song Zicheng plenty of time to handle the matters that concerned and worried him. As for his feelings for Song Zicheng, it seemed more prudent to plan ahead.
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