If you look at the future from the position of childhood, you will say that your future is uncertain, you will say that the future is boundless, but if you stand at the end and look at the trajectory of your life, you will only see one path. The path of destiny.
You don’t know what destiny is, then you know what destiny is.
——Shi Tiesheng's "Retreat Notes"
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There are always more good people in the world.
After An Youzhen hurriedly thanked the store manager, he hurried towards the store door and headed towards Pei Yourong's house.
But things didn't work out as she wished. She was stuck in a traffic jam on the road for a while, which delayed her for some time. The sky gradually became completely dark, and all the lights on the passing traffic were turned on.
She was a little tired, but her heart was still beating powerfully, so hot that it was about to burn the night.
After getting out of the car, An You ran non-stop in one direction.
The halo of the street lamp spread out and enveloped the dark corners. Many mosquitoes were sinking and floating around, flapping their wings feebly. Where there was no focus, the shadows of everything were stretched out, as if they were fainted. ink.
If it hadn't been for personal experience, An Youzhen would never have imagined that Yourong Ernie, who was so beautiful and picky, would live in such a place.
Standing in the dim corridor, An Youzhen, whose heartbeat had calmed down a little, began to feel sad again. Waves in her heart kept washing over her, pushing her towards the dilapidated door.
An Youzhen knocked hard on the door.
But got no response.
She originally thought that the lights in the corridor were voice-activated, but now it seems that they are completely broken. The long corridor is filled with darkness, one after another, full of unknowns and uneasiness.
Unwilling to give up, An Youzhen turned the doorknob hard. She had no expectations at first, but then she was pleasantly surprised to find that the door was magically pushed open by her.
An Youzhen couldn't wait to enter the door.
The room was dark, and by fumbling, she found the switch next to the door and successfully turned on the light.
The house was lit up.
But at the same time another piece of darkness opened up.
This house is not big, it is an ordinary home. The small and light-proof living room is not only crowded but also serves as a bedroom, so An Youzhen can see everything at a glance.
She also saw Pei Yourong lying quietly on the bed, his eyes closed tightly, and a lot of pills scattered on the ground.
That is the source of darkness.
This night is destined to be extremely long.
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Pei Yourong only felt that he had had a very long dream.
In the dream, she went to a whole new world. The time was different, and her identity was also different.
Fortunately, this ridiculous dream should be over now.
The moment before he woke up, Pei Yourong's subconscious reminded him like this.
But when she opened her eyes, reality told her what cruelty was.
Excuse me, why is it you again?
Why you?
Pei Yourong looked at An Youzhen who was sleeping in front of her hospital bed. His mood was like a cold spring breeze, suddenly warm and then cold. He felt both the joy that could only come from his heart when he saw the light, and an unspeakable pain and sadness. Even his body felt... The fever caused her to feel dizzy and her mind went blank.
"Why didn't you die? How nice would it have been to let this end like this?"
Pei Yourong thought this before falling into coma.
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When he woke up again, Pei Yourong met An Youzhen's eyes.
As clear as ever.
Looking at this girl who had given him so much warmth, Pei Yourong asked in the coldest tone, "Why?"
"Why why?" An Youzhen was still immersed in the joy of Pei Yourong's awakening, and did not notice the alienation in her tone.
But eyes can't deceive, and even though he was stared at so coldly, An Youzhen still had a smile on his face that looked like he was surviving a disaster.
"You shouldn't have taken it upon yourself to save me."
Pei Yourong didn't ask An Youzhen how he found him or how he sent her to the hospital in such a timely manner.
Maybe just like Boqiao Ice Cream, An Youzhen is a fate that she can't escape.
"How can you call it self-assertion?" An Youzhen couldn't help but raise her voice a little, but her weak and pale face seemed to contain magic power, and she coaxed her to please: "I don't want Ernie to die."
"But I want to."
When he said this, Pei Yourong's fingers hidden under the quilt turned white from squeezing too hard.
What am I struggling with?
Even Pei Yourong himself couldn't figure it out.
Since they are all still alive, and since Yu Zhen is by his side now, why not take off the disguise and follow the impulse in his heart to hug her?
The warm salvation is obviously very close at hand.
Just when Pei Yourong was struggling secretly at the bottom of the valley, the sun in her heart spoke again.
"I know it all."
"what do you know?"
An Youzhen looked into Pei Yourong's eyes, his eyes were so sincere and so warm.
Pei Yourong didn't dare to look at An Youzhen anymore. When he turned his head away, An Youzhen spoke again.
"You are Ernie, my Yourong Ernie."
"I remember."
"I still remember that Ernie was very timid."
"So please stop thinking about dying."
What kind of feeling was it? The past flashed through my mind like a revolving lantern, as if falling into the ocean of memory. The world fell into a strange silence. In Pei Yourong's mind, memories about An Youzhen emerged little by little, and stirred up. The ripples turned into a face, and under the illumination of the ward light, it overlapped inch by inch with the person in front of him.
Suddenly, scalding heat surged into his throat, and tears rolled down his cheeks. Pei Yourong reached out to wipe them away, but he couldn't wipe them away.
"It's a lie." Pei Yourong's throat twitched, and his retort was mixed with his sobs, sounding more like a humble begging.
Begging An Youzhen to tell the truth.
"I can prove it."
An Youzhen's voice echoed in the ward, brief and powerful.
Suddenly there was another gust of wind blowing outside the window, and the curtain was lifted a corner, letting in a lot of sunshine.
In the light, Pei Yourong saw An Youzhen standing up, and then slowly leaning down. His face kept getting closer and closer to the light, and she stuffed the words she originally wanted to say back into her throat bit by bit.
The tips of their noses were almost touching, and Pei Yourong could even see the oval world in An Youzhen's pupils, including her frail face.
It was a long and quiet kiss. An Youzhen slowly closed her eyes. Some fibers in the air seemed to stick to her eyelashes. The wind became stronger, and more sunlight penetrated into it. It slipped onto Pei Yourong's eyebrows, and the thin , being pulled longer.
Their lips met, without a sound, without a word, without a movement. Their lips seemed to have melted together, tight and seamless. With two quiet faces, the bitter smell of medicine came out of Pei Yourong's breath, but it made An Youzhen's head feel sweet, like the strawberry gummy he had eaten a long time ago.
"Does Ernie believe it now?"
"Onie said, I am your destiny."
"An You really hasn't forgotten Pei Yourong."
