Chapter 30: Not Meeting the One Who Left
Wen Baijing sat in the car and sighed, women are just petty.
After breaking the appointment last night, he sent several WeChat messages, but Ye Zhenzhen didn't reply to any of them.
Opening the address book, he stared at Ye Zhenzhen's number in a daze. Forget it! Apologizing in person would be more sincere.
Dusk has fallen, pedestrians are walking shoulder to shoulder on the streets, and music and sales promotions are heard constantly in the shops.
In the KTV lobby, the front desk was extremely busy. The receptionist was busy booking rooms, opening guest cards, and even urging the beauties to come to the front desk to pick up flowers.
There are colorful bouquets of flowers placed on the north wall of the front desk, mostly roses and lilies.
"Where's Ye Zhenzhen? The flowers are taking up too much space here! Move them to the lounge quickly." The front desk clerk shouted while holding the intercom.
In the princess' team, everyone looked around, but there was no sign of Ye Zhenzhen.
"Ye Zhenzhen didn't come today?"
“That bouquet of pink roses looks like they were imported.”
"You're not going to cry at home because of what happened yesterday!"
"Who knows! She's too stubborn. It's just a drink. It shouldn't cause such a fuss."
People were whispering in the procession, and the fragrance of flowers in the hall overwhelmed the smell of incense.
"Open the card for Box XX."
"Hello, please come this way!" The consultant took Wen Baijing to the box.
Wen Baijing sat in the box, thinking about what to say later. He thought that Ye Zhenzhen would not dwell on such a small matter, so he would probably just say a few words to comfort her.
"Boom boom boom!"
"Enter!"
"Hello, Ye Zhenzhen is not here today." The waiter bowed.
Wen Baijing: "Didn't come?"
Waiter: “Yes.”
Wen Baijing didn't understand. She said she had been working until today, so why didn't he come?
He took out his cell phone and called Ye Zhenzhen, "Hello! The number you dialed is turned off..."
Wen Baijing was puzzled. It would be fine if he didn't go to work, but why did he turn off his phone?
"Do you know what's going on?" Wen Baijing frowned.
The waiter looked embarrassed and touched his neck.
Wen Baijing's eyes were sharp, and when he asked further, the waiter recounted what happened last night.
"However, Ye Zhenzhen should be fine..." said the waiter.
Wen Baijing's voice was cold, "Why?"
Waiter: "Yesterday, she didn't cry before she got off work..."
Wen Baijing closed his eyes, his anger was suppressed in his chest, and a bitterness rose to his throat. Ye Zhenzhen, this fool is stubborn and inexperienced! The first time he met her, Wen Baijing knew that she was not suitable for the nightclub at all.
Ye Zhenzhen was about to leave the nightclub, and just before she left, this happened. It just so happened that he was tripped again yesterday.
She has a strong sense of self-esteem, and you can imagine how much it hit her when she was humiliated in public yesterday. When she was about to faint, she insisted on changing her clothes before going to the hospital; she never mentioned her embarrassment, nor did she bother to play the victim to gain sympathy.
Wen Baijing was stunned for a moment. He didn't know Ye Zhenzhen's address and couldn't contact her.
The waiter came up to Wen Baijing with the pink snow mountain in his arms, "Hello! This is Ye Zhenzhen's flower, she is not here..."
Wen Baijing raised his arm slightly and swung it vigorously, and the bouquet lost its support and fell to the ground.
With a dull "bang", the bouquet fell heavily to the ground, the petals and branches scattered everywhere, and a romantic pink flower rain was falling before my eyes.
"go out!"
The waiter left the box breathlessly.
"Asshole!" What's the big deal about bullying a woman!
Ye Zhenzhen, if you feel wronged, you can cry or talk to me...
The pink snow mountain fell onto the carpet, its petals scattered all over the ground, its flower heads broken off, and water leaking out, soaking the wrapping paper.
Stepping on the broken petals, he approached the bouquet, slowly squatted down, and raised his hand to stroke his forehead.
The soul of the beautiful flower was taken away, and it was lifeless. He reached out and took out the card, and looked at it for a long time.
Driving in the bustling city, I didn't know where to go. Where is Ye Zhenzhen? Is she okay?
He made many phone calls and sent countless WeChat messages. She would see them when she turned on her phone. Yes! She would see them when she turned on her phone.
Ye Zhenzhen, why don’t you turn on your phone?
His dark eyes, like deep pools, flashed with a hint of anxiety.
Wen Baijing gripped the steering wheel tightly, the veins on his hands bulging slightly from exerting too much force. He slammed the steering wheel uncontrollably, as if trying to vent his anxiety.
If he had arrived last night, maybe he could have stopped it. Or if he had put a piece of clothing on her after she was bullied, he could have comforted her in time...
Wen Baijing was feeling flustered and confused all the way. The street lights were dim, the streets were busy with cars and people, and pedestrians were bumping into each other.
Young lovers are particularly eye-catching at this moment.
Wutong Road is named after the plane trees planted on both sides of the road. In summer, the leaves are lush and green. On sunny days, the sun shines through the gaps between the leaves, and the light and shadows overlap and drift on the ground.
Walk under the paulownia tree, strolling on the light and shadow, it would be best if there was a girl in a white dress as white as snow walking by your side holding your hand.
The People's Hospital is on Wutong Road.
Driving from east to west, he slowed down when passing the People's Hospital. The lights in the hospital were as bright as day. The night not long ago was also in this hospital.
He held Ye Zhenzhen in his arms anxiously and rushed into the hospital in a panic, staying by her side and waiting for her to wake up.
Ye Zhenzhen once said softly in his arms: "...Can you...don't leave me..."
His heart was twitching, as if a tough thread was pulling at it.
Ye Zhenzhen is just an innocent girl.
Wen Baijing fell in love with her innocent smile. What does that smile look like at this moment?
"Drip-drip-"
The car behind honked its horn wildly. Wen Baijing collected his thoughts, stepped on the accelerator lightly and drove away from the People's Hospital.
The green leaves of the phoenix tree were reflected in his deep eyes.
Ye Zhenzhen, where are you?
The moon is cool on the phoenix tree, and the leaves are lush and green. The wind stops and the birds rest, while the phoenix trees grow old together.
The phoenix trees grow old together.
...
The grass is dense and lush, and the sound of the flowers is loud and clear.
Under the cover of night, a taxi drove from west to east, through the green shade of plane trees, and stopped in front of the People's Hospital.
Ye Mao and Wang You got out of the taxi, and they carried Ye Zhenzhen into the hospital.
After getting caught in the rain last night and taking medicine with cold water this morning, and then moving and cleaning, Ye Zhenzhen unsurprisingly developed a high fever.
After get off work, Ye Mao and Wang You planned to come over to greet the family and have a meal together. However, when they entered the house, they saw Ye Zhenzhen's monkey-like face.
The emergency room was brightly lit, and doctors on night shift were busy shuttling around.
A young child was in great pain after swallowing a fish bone, and his parents watched anxiously beside him. The doctor carefully used tweezers to clamp the fish bone and tried to remove it.
Sitting on the bench next to him was a young man with his head cut open.
Ye Zhenzhen felt dizzy and the light was so glaring that she couldn't look directly at it. She subconsciously raised her hands to cover her eyes, but her hands were limp and powerless.
"Sister, are you feeling bad? Don't cry!"
Ye Mao was at a loss. He was a man, but he was just a man who had not experienced much of the world and had not grown up. He could not handle anything. At this moment, his sister was sick, and he had to take up the responsibility. After all, he had just entered society, and his panic after encountering things was visible to the naked eye.
Wang You took out a tissue to wipe Ye Zhenzhen's tears, and then helped Ye Zhenzhen smooth her messy hair.
Ye Zhenzhen's throat was swollen and sore, and she had difficulty swallowing her saliva. She could only wave her hands around in response.
"Thermometer!" The doctor reached out and took the thermometer.
39.8 degrees Celsius.
"Why is the fever so severe?" the doctor frowned.
Ye Zhenzhen didn't dare to swallow her saliva, and said with saliva in her mouth: "Last night... it was... rained..."
The doctor shook his head: "Young people who don't take care of their bodies will suffer in the future!"
After the medicine was prescribed, Ye Zhenzhen was carried to the infusion hall again. She leaned back on the chair with her head tilted, and all the strength in her body was drained.
"Sister, do you want some water?" Wang You opened the cup and handed it to Ye Zhenzhen.
She shook her head randomly. Now she was having trouble breathing and her throat was uncomfortable. Drinking water would make her throat hurt more. Besides, she always had to go to the bathroom while receiving the IV drip. It was extremely painful every time she went to the bathroom. She might even have another runny nose.
In the infusion room, the nurses were busy inserting and removing needles and changing dressings. Someone walked past Ye Zhenzhen and she trembled all over, feeling a cool breeze running through her body.
Ye Zhenzhen's cheeks seemed to be stained with flames, her hair was flying on her forehead, her face was haggard, and she was leaning against the back of the chair and sleeping.
Ye Mao kept rubbing his hands and looked at Wang You anxiously.
"Ye Zhenzhen, right?" The nurse came over with a cart, "Put your hands down, the injection is coming!
"Yes!" Ye Mao replied.
The young nurse took her right hand and searched for the vein. After studying it for a while, she slowly inserted the needle.
Ye Zhenzhen frowned. It hurt! She suddenly retracted her hand. She knew without even looking that she had made a mistake!
"Wait a moment." The young nurse said gently.
She walked over to her colleague and said, "Sister, that patient's blood vessels are too thin, you go!"
Ye Zhenzhen's face was sluggish, her eyes were unfocused, and her body became so light that she might float up in the next second.
"Ye Zhenzhen, give me your hand!"
She handed her hand to the nurse and the needle slowly pushed into the blood vessel.
"Okay!" The nurse put tape on Ye Zhenzhen.
"It's you?" The nurse's eyes lit up. "Your boyfriend didn't come with you today?"
Ye Zhenzhen stared at the nurse without blinking. What a coincidence. The one in front of her was the nurse who praised her for being so lucky when Wen Baijing sent her to the hospital last time she had heatstroke.
Most of her illness was cured and her mind became clear in an instant.
Ye Mao and Wang You looked at Ye Zhenzhen in astonishment at the same time. The air suddenly became thin. Ye Zhenzhen's heart was in her throat. The blood in her body was surging, and the sound of the blood was gathering in her eardrums.
What kind of luck is this!
Sometimes the world is so small that you can meet someone just by chance.
Under the scorching gazes from both sides, Ye Zhenzhen pointed at her throat at the nurse, then shook her head.
She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep under the pretext of being sick. Don't ask! If you ask, it's just that the nurse was dazzled and recognized the wrong person.
Ye Mao and Wang You looked at each other. Ye Zhenzhen looked sickly and it was obvious that she was unable to answer their questions.
Ye Mao's cell phone kept vibrating. He took the phone, stood up and walked out of the infusion room.
The night is coming, the dust is clearing and the dew is gathering.
There is a strong smell of disinfectant in the air.
The drops splash up into waves and slowly drip into the blood vessels.
Ye Mao came back with bread and drinks. He sat down next to Wang You, tore open the bread and handed it to Wang You.
"Xiaoyou, eat some bread to fill your stomach!"
"I'm not hungry and I don't want to eat in the hospital."
"You're not angry, are you? I will definitely buy you a gift on Valentine's Day, okay?" Ye Mao held Wang You's hand.
"I'm not angry." Wang You answered in a low voice.
"What gift do you want? I'll start saving money now..."
Ye Zhenzhen fell into a deep sleep, feeling melancholy, when a faint scent of pine and cypress brushed her face.
A teardrop slid down the corner of her eye and sneaked into her hair.