Chapter 22 The Expectation of an Elegant Puppy

Chapter 22 The Expectation of an Elegant Puppy

Xue Yijie opened his eyes, and the tip of his nose was filled with the smell of disinfectant. It was a quiet afternoon, and the sunlight outside the window was still able to burn his dark soul.

With a severe headache, he slowly sat up and saw a person lying quietly beside his bed.

The long black hair was like floating seaweed in the deep sea, part of it was scattered along the shoulders and neck, and part of it was spread on the bed with the sleeves. It might not be appropriate to say that he thought of "Ophelia's Death".

Ophelia tried to hang her crown of weeds on the weeping willow, but an evil branch broke off.

She fell into the stream and her clothes spread out in the water.

Ophelia looks up at the sky, her lips slightly parted, like a struggle before drowning or like she was born in the water. The weeping willows around her symbolize abandoned love, the poppies symbolize eternal sleep, and the natural flowers and plants are shining with strange light, weird and gorgeous.

Death climaxed at that moment.

However, he remembered a version of holding flowers by an unknown artist. Compared with the original version with palms facing up, the person in the painting has closed eyes and holds flowers in front of his chest, which is more suffocating and calm.

The white bed is a white stream.

Life and death have the same origin.

Xue Yijie quickly looked away, and gently took out his cell phone and unlocked it, absorbed in recording the chaotic inspiration that surged up in his mind at that moment.

After closing the memo, he remembered to check the message. Before he even read it, he felt completely discouraged.

[Zhai Yang]: 8:30, The Bund Cantonese restaurant.

He's used to it, isn't he? Xue Yijie smiled self-deprecatingly.

He should have thought that he was such a person.

"Are you awake?" Cui Jing was half asleep and felt a slight movement on the bed beneath her, so she raised her head.

"Yes." Xue Yijie was restrained. He was obviously the victim. He made small talk: "How did I get here?"

"120." Cui Jing felt that she really had a connection with the hospital, so she went to the water dispenser and got him a glass of water.

"Have some water, here."

Xue Yijie then realized that her throat was dry, "Okay."

As he held the water, he suddenly had an illusion: it was as if the person in front of him was an old friend of his. She did not behave like a stranger perpetrator and victim, but rather like friends who had known each other for a long time.

He was sick, and she came all the way to see him.

The two chatted calmly.

"I'm sorry, I was careless and hit you. I made a dent on the open balcony windowsill because I didn't have enough safety awareness." Cui Jing apologized sincerely, "I will pay for the medical expenses and I will also be responsible for the impact on your life. Does your head still hurt?"

"I didn't get hit, just rubbed a little. I feel... okay." Xue Yijie touched her head and felt a few circles of gauze, which hurt a lot.

He thought about why he stopped for some reason, as if he was waiting to be hit, and began to feel a little doubtful.

Why is it always like this.

"What do you want to eat?" Cui Jing took out her phone and asked, "The doctor said you are too tired and didn't get enough rest. You need to eat well."

Xue Yijie felt a little uncomfortable being asked so softly by a member of the opposite sex. He told himself that this was due to the courtesy and politeness of a stranger, as well as the responsibility and guilt of the perpetrator.

She has a really nice voice and is quite arrogant.

He particularly preferred the extremely flashy, hedonistic romantic tone that was popular in European oil paintings in the 19th century.

The omnipresent brocade, porcelain, folding fans, wide skirts, the plush feel of velvet and the polarized light of satin show how Eastern and Western cultures coexist harmoniously, creating a visual feast of bliss.

He also appreciated the sound.

"Why, are you unhappy?" Cui Jing asked casually.

His melancholy naturally aroused Cui Jing's curiosity.

There is nothing offensive about his appearance, but he has an elegant youthfulness that makes women feel pity for him, and can arouse the concern of many women that they cannot help but feel.

But in reality, he often encounters more hostility from women.

"A little bit indeed." Xue Yijie smiled.

"Is he injured because of me?" Cui Jing said again, "It doesn't seem like it." She looked at his hand holding the phone.

"Indeed not."

"Is it okay to eat this?" Cui Jing didn't ask any more questions and showed him the card that was stuffed into her hand when she was getting water in the hospital.

"Then I'll take this one." Xue Yijie took the card and randomly selected one. He didn't have much appetite.

"Mung bean and lily porridge." Cui Jing's pupils trembled when she saw the porridge. "The doctor said you don't need to avoid certain foods. Do you have no appetite?"

"A little bit, so I don't want to eat too much."

"I'll order some braised chicken." Cui Jing asked, "Do you mind?"

Xue Yijie looked down and found that two buttons of his clothes were undone. He quickly glanced at Cui Jing, and found that she was not looking at him, so he quickly buttoned up his clothes, "I don't mind at all. You can order."

The delivery man came quickly.

She also ordered him a bone broth.

Xue Yijie only had his head hit, not his hands. He picked up the bowl of sweet porridge and drank it in two gulps with the aroma of salty, spicy and fragrant braised chicken.

In the middle of the process, Cui Jing called the nurse in to change the medicine.

"You take a rest. I'll watch the IV." After eating and drinking, she borrowed a folding chair from somewhere and lay down in the empty space in the corridor at the end of his bed.

The nurse brought her a small blanket.

She was as relaxed as if she were at home. She covered herself with a small blanket, glanced at the still full bottle of medicine, set an alarm for fifteen minutes, and closed her eyes for a nap.

The ward returned to peace.

Xue Yijie felt that unbearable emptiness again, and he really wanted to talk.

"Can't sleep?" Cui Jing suddenly spoke while lying motionless.

"Yes." It turned out that she was not asleep.

"Are you greedy? I mean when I was eating before."

"Do not."

"My food smells so good, but it doesn't smell good to you."

"It smells good actually." Xue Yijie sat up and looked at the person on the recliner with his eyes closed and a streak of light on his arm. There was a crack in the curtain that was not closed. "It's just that I don't have much desire to eat it."

"Isn't there too much to wear on it?"

"Oh, yes." Xue Yijie didn't know how she came up with this idea. He was not dressed casually, but she was right.

“How do you get to work every day?”

"I'm a freelancer and I sell some of my paintings."

"Living in the studio?"

Xue Yijie laughed, "It's like this sometimes."

"You don't have any requirements for living."

Xue Yijie thought about this question. He worked in the school's public art studio during college. After being together with Zhai Yang, he rented a studio for him. In the past few years abroad, he has been to both good and bad environments.

When you think about it this way, there really aren't any requirements.

Cui Jing asked again: "Is freelancing interesting?"

"It's a bit boring to some extent. I can sleep until I wake up naturally every day. Sometimes time passes very quickly, and sometimes it passes very slowly."

“It’s the same at work,” Cui Jing said, “but I don’t work anymore. I focus on being a free human.”

Xue Yijie was amused, "Are you worried about me, so you told me this?"

Cui Jing, who had been keeping her eyes closed, opened them and sat up. She looked at the person on the bed. The adult male had a bandage on his forehead, long eyelashes, and pale lips.

Sitting alone on the hospital bed, motionless. His eyes were calm but empty, suspended in the air and never landing, like a dark window among thousands of lights, looking at people with a natural melancholy.

It seemed as if his loneliness was innate.

"Because you look like you're going to die," Cui Jing said, "so I do one good deed every day."

She opened the curtains to let the sunlight in.

"You should have some requirements for food and accommodation, and care about more things. If you think too deeply, you will get tired. In every sense, you are a little artist."

Xue Yijie felt an unprecedented resonance.

The more he thought about it, the more painful it became.

If people lose the "anchor" to survive, they will become empty.

Xue Yijie knew what his problem was, but a doctor cannot heal himself. He knew that he could not heal himself, and maybe this state could be broken by someone someday. Xue Yijie thought.

Until this sunny afternoon, someone knocked on his window and did not say love, but said, "Let's go out and play, the sun is shining outside."

But it was obvious that this woman had a detached look on her face, showing that she didn't care even more than he did. She clearly displayed the boredom of the world.

But she quickly came out of that state of nothingness in front of him.

Xue Yijie felt that wonderful feeling again.

"That meal was really good, but it lost some of its flavor when it was delivered via takeout." Cui Jing stood up immediately.

Xue Yijie recognized the new style of the season from a certain brand C that she was wearing, as well as the bracelet on her wrist that had the brand's logo clearly printed on it.

She was wearing a set of expensive luxury goods and lightly passed the end of the bed.

When he came back again, he had disposable gloves on his hands and picked up something from the trash can without any hesitation.

It's the meal delivery card.

"Let me do it." Xue Yijie hurriedly lifted the quilt and forgot for a moment that she was receiving an IV and almost missed the needle.

"Just stay there and don't move." Cui Jing took off her gloves.

He took a picture of the phone number and address on the card with his mobile phone, then rolled the card with his gloves and threw it back.

"Are you planning to eat there tonight?" Xue Yijie asked curiously.

"Hmm." Cui Jing washed her hands, dried them with a tissue, walked over, and touched his forehead without any hesitation.

Popular hand sanitizers have a lingering, low-quality jasmine scent.

Xue Yijie raised her head obediently, and leaned her tall body towards her hand, "I don't feel hot anymore."

Cui Jing stood and looked at him, which made her look down on him.

She saw the innocence in his clear and melancholy eyes. Although he had an elegant face, in her eyes he looked like a well-behaved dog with his tail wagging behind him.

The emotion in those eyes was - anticipation.

Cui Jing couldn't help but touch his hair outside the gauze, and then withdrew her hand as if nothing had happened.

"Be happy." How could the puppy not be happy.

The puppy is going to heaven.