Chapter 10 You Still Love Me 4
Because Qing Nuan looked so horrible when he was sent to the hospital with blood all over his head, plus he was unconscious and had fallen down the stairs, so many tests were done.
The results of the examination showed that the wound on Qing Nuan's head was only a skin injury and did not damage the brain. The reason why she was in a coma was because of the strong collision that caused a temporary coma, and it was not serious.
The most serious injury to Qing Nuan was actually on her left foot.
It is worth mentioning that her foot injury was the same as Song Yang’s foot injury after Cheng Ge and Song Yang had a boxing match - a minor bone fracture.
Qing Nuan's foot injury was even more serious than Song Yang's at that time.
Song Yang stubbornly stayed with Qing Nuan in the hospital, but Qing Nuan didn't want to see him at all after she woke up.
Song Yang really blamed himself this time. He felt that he was to blame for everything.
Qing Nuan has difficulty walking, and Song Yang wants to take care of her in the hospital, so he shamelessly serves tea and water in Qing Nuan's ward, and he even wants to kneel down and apologize.
Later Qing Nuan said something to him.
She said, "Song Yang, three years ago, you used a trick to make me and Cheng Ge cut off contact through a boxing match. At that time, you had a slight bone fracture because of that trick, so I Qingnuan owed you that bone. But now, I have returned the bone you once fractured, can you leave now?"
It was the first time that Song Yang was humiliated so mercilessly by Qing Nuan.
In the end, he couldn't save face and felt that he had no face to stay with Qing Nuan any longer.
So in the end he left.
He knew that this time he had completely lost Qing Nuan.
Sometimes, a smile can defeat a lifetime, and a tear can pay off a person.
When Xu Jiarong went to the house rented by Song Yang again, the lights in the room were not even on.
"Song Yang?"
Xu Jiarong groped her way into the room in the dark, then turned on the flashlight on her cell phone, found the switch for the chandelier in the living room, and pressed it.
When the lights came on, Xu Jiarong was stunned.
The living room was filled with beer bottles.
Song Yang was lying drunkenly on the cold floor, holding a beer bottle. Not far away there was a pool of vomit that gave off a foul smell.
He spent the whole day in decadence, as if he was punishing himself by sinking into the hell of losing Qingnuan.
Or perhaps only after being drunk could he immerse himself in hallucinations, vaguely catching the shadow of Qing Nuan, pretending that she was still by his side, pretending that she had never left.
Xu Jiarong never knew that Song Yang, the fearless boy, would become like this for a girl.
She used all her strength to drag Song Yang from the floor to the sofa.
Next, Xu Jiarong began to clean up the room for Song Yang, clean up the vomit, and wipe the dirt off Song Yang's body.
Song Yang heard the noise in a daze. He was drunk and asked impatiently, "Who is it? Who's there?"
"It's me." Xu Jiarong replied and slowly walked towards him.
Song Yang opened his eyes a little, and a gentle figure slowly emerged in his blurry vision.
The girl in his eyes had beautiful hair, delicate cheeks and a long skirt. She was leaning against the window, holding a drawing board and practicing sketching. Halfway through, she turned around and smiled at him. She was very beautiful - she was the girl he had been thinking about.
"Nuannuan, you're back." Song Yang muttered, "You've forgiven me, right? Is your foot feeling better?"
"Song Yang, I'm not Qing Nuan." The figure got closer and closer to him, but what he said made Song Yang feel very strange.
"Why aren't you Nuannuan?" Song Yang smiled intoxicatedly, took her hand, put it to his lips, and wanted to kiss her, but stopped in time, looking at her eagerly, "You are Nuannuan, my Nuannuan... Can I kiss you, Nuannuan? Just kiss your hand."
The last sentence sounded like begging, and the tone was very aggrieved.
After a moment of silence, the man sighed, sat down next to him, touched his brow lovingly, and replied, "Okay."
Song Yang felt as if he had been granted amnesty. He carefully took her hand and kissed her gently.
Xu Jiarong let him think of herself as Qing Nuan, or rather, she also imagined herself as Qing Nuan, because in this way, she could have the same dream as Song Yang.
Xu Jiarong used to really regard Qing Nuan as her best friend. But she lost to her love, and finally, between friends and lovers, she chose Song Yang.
When she told Luo Weiwei the news that Qing Nuan was going to meet Cheng Ge on New Year's Eve, Xu Jiarong knew she was wrong.
But she has no regrets to this day.
There are no rules in love, no winners or losers, no right or wrong, no heroes, no wise men, and no geniuses... In classic love, there are only two fools holding each other's hands, loving foolishly, living foolishly, and spending their lives foolishly.
Xu Jiarong is a fool, completely stupid and extremely wrong.
But for Song Yang, she can keep making mistakes.
Just like when Song Yang was drunk, he would always deceive himself into thinking she was Qing Nuan, and she would rather continue to make mistakes like this as long as she could be with Song Yang.
Song Yang fell asleep quickly.
Xu Jiarong hugged him and whispered in his ear: "Song Yang, Qing Nuan is gone, but you still have me. I will always be here."
In love, there is never a shortage of foolish patients like Xu Jiarong.
Silly secret love, experiencing the furthest distance in the world.
As Tagore wrote -
The farthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees, but the branches that grow from the same root cannot rely on each other in the wind.
The farthest distance in the world is not the branches that cannot rely on each other, but the stars that look at each other but have no intersecting trajectories.
The farthest distance in the world is not the trajectory of the stars, but the fact that even if the trajectories intersect, they will be nowhere to be found in an instant.
The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't find each other in an instant, but that you are destined to be unable to meet before you even meet.
The farthest distance in the world is the distance between fish and birds—one is in the sky, the other is deep in the sea.
