Old Injury

    [I've been thinking about names lately. 】

    Song Bailao held my injured right hand and carefully placed his lips on the back of his hand. The eyelids half-covered the pupils, the eyelashes fluttered slightly, and when I looked at it, it was like a pious and cherished kiss.

    Waking up in soreness and exhaustion, this is what caught my eye.

    I blinked twice, and the image didn't disappear. I even started to feel the moist and soft touch between my fingers.

    This is not a dream.

    When I realized it, I snapped my fingers and tried to retract my hand, but I overestimated my physical strength. Instead of the sudden withdrawal I imagined, it was more like a soft finger movement.

    However, for Song Bailuo, this weak force is enough to make him aware of my condition. He stiffened for a moment, and then, like a primary school student who was found to have done something bad, he looked at me and let go of his hand very quickly.

    We looked at each other silently for a long time, many complex emotions flashed in his eyes, and finally he closed his eyes and completely exposed his behavior just now: "Are you uncomfortable?"

    To be honest, it's not very comfortable anywhere, and my head hurts so much that it feels like a Lego man is playing the big drum all the time.

    I tried to speak, my voice hoarse: "What's wrong with me?"

    The sun is bright outside the window and the weather is clear, I should have been dizzy for at least five or six hours.

      Is this situation normal.

    Song Bailao took his bite stopper from the cabinet on the side, pressed it on his face with one hand, and put the other hand behind his head to adjust the lock.

    "Do you want the truth or the lie?"

    I was stunned and looked at him in confusion.

    He spoke at a leisurely pace, and threw a thunderbolt: "The lie is that you have nothing, the truth is that the doctor said that you may be infected with c20, but the medical conditions here are limited, he cannot It is confirmed that we are recommended to be transferred to the hospital.”

    B blood type has a 90% immunity rate, which does not mean that nine out of ten betas will not be infected with c20, but that one in ten will have an outbreak of c20. In fact, every human being born today carries the C20 virus by itself. Alpha and omega are dormant for life and reach a balance with the human immune system, so they will not have any symptoms; and beta, just like me, will fail the immune system at some point and be completely defeated by the virus healthy. It's like a ticking time bomb, it's up to you whether it explodes or not.

    This is another important factor affecting beta social status, we have too much uncertainty. Neither in life nor in work is the best choice.

    Although the immunization failure rate is not low, luckily no one of the betas I have been in contact with since I was a child has a C20 outbreak. It is more like a textbook, but the horror on the media network is far away, and there is no real existence for me, which makes me a little careless.

    Suddenly I heard that I was favored by death and became one of the lucky ones out of ten.

    Nowadays, human beings are still helpless against the c20 virus, which means... most of me are going to die.

    "Can it be delayed for as long as possible for another four months?" After the surprise, I quickly accepted this reality, or it came too suddenly, and I didn't have any sense of substance.

    But then, I fell into myth again. If I die, who will raise the child? If Song Bailao doesn't want this child, I have only one choice left...

    "If the child survives, I will ask Liang Qiuyang to raise it." I turned my eyes to the snow-white ceiling, as if explaining my last words, "You can deny him, I will let Liang Qiuyang not Tell him your identity. Xia's Luo family, he doesn't want anyone's property. So, let me give birth to the child..."

    In just two minutes, I even thought about how to record my child's birthday wishes every year in the future.

    Song Bailao was quiet for a while, but didn't reply to me.

    I couldn't wait for his reply, so I looked at him and saw him sitting there with a cold face, as if holding back his anger. And I don't even know which sentence offended him. Or, is the kid himself his minefield?

    "First of all, it is my child whether the child is born or not. I am not dead yet. If you want him to call someone else's father, don't even think about it." He said, "Secondly, you are only 'possibly' infected. You can only really diagnose it when you return to Xiangtan. Don't plan anything before that."

    "But..."

    He pursed his thin lips, frowned his long eyebrows in displeasure, his expression was rather fierce, as if if I said a word again, he would press me to the ground and rub it to death.

    I just have to shut up.

    "In the end, I didn't want this child, but at that time Luo Mengbai said that your body is not suitable for having another child, so I will ask you that question. It seems like I don't want him anymore, but in fact ..." He stretched out his hand, hesitated, and finally put it on my stomach, "I didn't want him."

    The moment my palm fell on my lower abdomen, my body trembled, and my whole body was tense.

    It is clear that there is no feeling of being separated by the quilt, but there is still a strange feeling, as if the fetus in the belly has the illusion of echoing with him. Even a two-month-old embryo cannot have any fetal movement at all.

    He stared there, rubbed his thumb gently a few times, and suddenly asked: "I read all your diaries, now, will your scar still hurt when it rains?"

    Every time I feel like I understand him enough, he always exceeds my understanding time and time again. For example, I thought he wouldn't read all the diaries, but he did. One week, millions of words, amazing.

    "It hurts less."

    It's okay if he doesn't mention it, but I feel a little pain when I mention it. But I know it's not real, it's more psychological.

    It was always like this for the first few years, but in the past two years, I didn't feel much, until... until I met him again.

    He kept his eyes on my stomach, as if to see the flowers there: "I heard the conversation between you and Zhu Li that day outside the toilet, so I did some... ."

    I struggled to recall for a moment, and I remembered that what he said should be the wedding day of Zhu Li.

    "I found that there was a month in your life seven years ago that your life trajectory was completely blank. When you reappeared, you had left Shang Shan and left the Zhu family. On the day I got this information, Xia Weijing went down the mountain to find me. , said that you are going to do a dojo for the child who died seven years ago. The investigation results, your diary, and Xia Weijing's words have pieced together a truth." The last two words were spit out between his lips and his teeth lightly. , I can already imagine how shocked he must have been.

    Something I can't explain...a little happy. I have been arguing for seven years, and now I can be regarded as a grievance.

    "Five months... that year you found out that you were pregnant, so you came to my house to find me, right?" With his IQ, as long as you don't get into the horns, you can easily guess the time I went to find his purpose.

    I still remember the rain that day, it was really cold.

    I have never been so cold in my life.

    I secretly rubbed my fingertips, and my fingernails ran across the pulp of my fingers, bringing out the dull pain: "Yeah, but you didn't even finish listening to me."

    In fact, after listening to it, it might be the same ending. He is convinced that I designed him, so how can he be happy that I gave birth to the product of the conspiracy? Moreover, the child is not immune to c20 and will die sooner or later.

    His drooping eyelashes trembled and asked me calmly: "You never liked me, did you?"

    I am also preparing to meet him with more questions about the misunderstanding of the year, my mental journey, and Zhu Li's purpose for doing this, etc. His question directly made me choked in my throat , the mind was blank, and the answer was almost blurted out.

    "Yes."

    He looked up at me suddenly, and there was something in his eyes that I couldn't understand, as if I had done something excessive.

    While our eyes were glued to each other, the door of the ward was knocked gently. After a while, Song Xiao slowly came in with a bowl and a bag of things.

    When he saw me awake, he was pleasantly surprised: "It's great, Xiaoyu, you're awake!" He put the bag on the head of the bed and brought out a bowl of porridge from it, "The doctor said that you might It’s normal to have a big reaction to pregnancy, and it’s normal to faint. Don’t worry, it’s fine. I bought some porridge, you’re hungry, eat some first.”

    I cleared my throat, raised the corners of my lips and said, "Uncle Xiao, I already know."

    Song Xiao was stunned for a moment, then looked at Song Bailao: "Did you tell him?"

    Song Bailao straightened up and removed the palm that had been resting on my stomach.

    "He'll find out sooner or later."

    Song Xiao choked, a look on his face that he didn't know what to say.

    Song Bailao continued: "I have asked Li Xun to arrange a plane, and I can fly to Xiangtan in the afternoon."

    For more than a week, I just set a foot in Manshui, and I have to go back again.

    I looked at Song Xiao: "Uncle Xiao, you..."

    "He will also go back with us." Song Bailao glanced at Song Xiao's legs, "Is it convenient?"

    I didn't know for a while whether he was asking Song Xiao if it was inconvenient for his legs or if it was inconvenient for him to return to Xiangtan.

    "Oh, it's convenient." Song Xiao nodded hastily, "It's convenient..."

    While speaking, Song Bailao's cell phone rang, he glanced at it, stood up and said, "I'll go out to answer a call."

    The door of the ward closed, Song Xiao helped me sit up and probed my forehead: "I still have a low fever. Don't be afraid, it may not be c20, it's fine, you will be fine."

    His gentleness made me a little envious of Song Bailao for having such a mother.

    "Actually, I recognized you at first sight." Song Xiao sat beside the bed and fed me a spoonful of porridge, "I have been paying attention to Shrike these past few years, you are getting married That day, I also paid for a high-resolution photo of your wedding scene." He laughed.

    I did not deliberately not expose myself to the media. It is indeed easy to find my photos online, and there were media reports on the wedding day. I guessed he might recognize me, but I didn't expect that he recognized me at first sight.

    "Since you pay attention to him, why don't you go back to him? He has missed you so much for so many years."

    The spoon shook, he pursed his lips tightly, and his face was full of pain. Seeing him like this, I wouldn't be able to poke his sore spot any more, so I won't go on.

    At five o'clock in the afternoon, Song Bailao's private plane took the three of us directly from Mangshui Airport to Xiangtan.

    The plane was converted into a suite, with a 1.8 meter large bed, wrapped in a quilt, Song Bailao directly carried me from the car to the bed.

    I still had a fever, and I just wanted to sleep in a drowsy state. After I got to bed, I closed my eyes sleepily.

    I don't know how long it took, the other side of the bed seemed to sink down in the dimness, and then a warm human body hugged me from behind. Originally, the body was still a little cold, but in this way, it gave birth to a sense of warmth.