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one

In the hospital bed, Cannon leaned wearily against the bed rail.

In his hospital gown, he had lost a lot of weight, and he had also aged a lot. On both sides of his temples, a few strands of white hair had grown out.

"You guys go ahead and chat, I'll go get some water." Goffen took me to the hospital, accompanied me to the ward where Vogel was, and closed the door behind her.

"..."

I was sorry to see him like this, but I didn't know how to express it.

I stood in front of him, head bowed, like a schoolboy who had made a mistake.

"… …"

"Didn't you never want to see me again?" "No," he said.

"Let me die!" His tone clearly carried a trace of unreasonable willfulness …

I walked over to the bed and sat down on a chair. I took his hand and stroked it and kissed it.

"… …"

"Are you happy to see me in this state? Is this the effect you want to achieve? Are you satisfied that I was killed? " He continued to hurl venomous words at me, venting out his long-suppressed resentment and anger …

"..."

I raised my head and looked at him.

"What happened to us? "Why are you like this? Are you still my teacher? Why are you behaving like an irresponsible, irrational child?" As I spoke, I choked up and burst into tears as I lay on his palms.

"Oh, I've met my nemesis! "You are my nemesis …" He tried to kick his right leg out of habit, but his right leg was tied up in a cast and hung in the air, unable to move. Then he looked at his left leg. The comminuted fracture of his left ankle had also been fixed with plaster … And on the right side of his chest, there were bandages wrapped in white gauze …

After Vogel was hit, he had three broken ribs in his right chest, a comminuted fracture in his right thigh, and a comminuted fracture in his left ankle...

I was afraid to continue provoking his anger, so I didn't dare to make a sound.

I know that only those who aspire to death will be irresponsible for their own lives.

Perhaps he subconsciously wanted to run towards death in order to end this boring struggle in an extreme way …

The more I think about it, the more scared I am. The more I think about it, the more heartbroken I feel. Thus, I just started to cry loudly …

"..."

"Alright, since I've already done it, I don't have the ability to hug and kiss you anymore," he mocked himself.

My grief turned into joy, my tears into laughter.

"Then let's see what I can do for you." I choked out.

"I want you to stay with me and make it up to me until I'm healthy again." "No," he said.

At this moment, the anger in his eyes had disappeared, and what replaced it was a passionate and gentle love.

"..."

We finally reconciled and regained our former intimacy.

I became their nanny and tutor. Every day he cooked, brought food, chatted with him, and taught young John.

two

"How could you like me? I'm not pretty either. "

One day, sitting by the bed, I asked the question that had been buried in my mind for a long time while I was peeling an apple.

Men always like beautiful faces, and I'm not beautiful! I asked myself a thousand times. But, there is no answer …

"Because you know me!" he said with a sigh.

"Are you the worm in my stomach?" he asked.

"Why do you know my thoughts so well?" he asked.

"I have never met a student like you! "Smart and wise." "No," he said.

"Why do I look like a student when I'm with you?" He mocked himself.

"… …"

I looked at him and smiled stupidly, stupidly.

He, such a wise scholar and brother who was fifteen years older than me, actually thought so highly of me.

Originally, I was a very conceited, practical proof is also a very good girl. It's just that I've lowered myself because of love. I've underestimated myself and lost myself … Is it really as people say: a woman in love has zero IQ? "The problem is, I don't think that Vatican has a high IQ either. In front of me, he looks more like someone with an IQ and EQ of only primary school students!

No wonder someone said that falling in love is a game to make one faint and go crazy … Once a person regained his composure, he would feel that the wild thoughts of the past, those silly words spoken by the mentally retarded, those words and actions that were not under the control of the mind, were unreasonable, laughable, and utterly stupid.

For thousands of years, this kind of crazy thing had been happening all over the world, and it had never stopped! Whether you are an emperor general, a talented person, or a commoner, ordinary people. As long as it was a normal man or woman, they would usually experience it once or even multiple times …

Some said it was because of hormones, others said it was human nature. No matter what, being born into a human being, having experienced and experienced before, was also an extremely interesting thing.

"Actually, women often don't understand men. They thought that a man who was naturally fond of chasing bees and luring butterflies was a lower body animal. This is wrong. Men are always looking for the one who suits them best — the woman who knows them best. Some people find it on their first marriage, and some people may need to look for it for a lifetime. "I was lucky to meet you the second time."

"But you are married! You have a wife! " "No," I said.

"..." He looked at me and sighed.

"I don't have the strength to get a divorce. Besides, Griffin was kind. But I like you too, you know... " He was depressed.

"So, let's be good friends, then." "No," I said.

Although I pretended to be calm, my heart still ached.

"Let's be closer than good friends!" "No," he said.

"Look, I'm already like this, do you really have the heart for me to continue being in pain? Griffin is so reasonable, why are you so heartless? "

His eyes were filled with grief and despair.

I didn't reply, but lowered my eyes.

I was afraid that he would get distracted again and give up his life to another traffic accident …

That way, not only Griffin, but I would go crazy too. After all, I can see him now, can communicate with him, can touch him, can smell him. I don't care if he's married or not. As long as he's alive and healthy, I can see him.

I lay on his arm meekly. He did not speak.

"This is my good child!" he said happily.

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