My Bloodthirty Husband is So Gentle

Qin Mingzhu ran back again, and the umbrella was carried crookedly on his shoulders. He stood on the roadside and shouted: "I wish you happiness."

The rain and fog were hazy, making it difficult to see clearly.

As time passes, which young man remains as warm as before.

Mo Bing smiled: "Thank you." Looking at the boy in the distance, he said, "I also wish you happiness."

He turned around and ran away, his back straight, his gray sweatshirt and white sneakers gradually disappearing into the rain.

I wish you happiness.

From now on, we say goodbye and are well together.

In the future, place your memories with your old friends without leaving any regrets.

The next day, the sky cleared up and the sun set on the window, melting the thin ice and covering it with a layer of water droplets. It was blurry and unclear to see the branches pressed by the ice outside the window.

In the ward, the monitor and ventilator were beeping regularly. The person sleeping peacefully in the hospital bed had his eyelashes trembling slightly and slowly opened his eyes.

He opened his mouth, put on the oxygen mask, and made no sound. When he raised his hand, he found that his palm was being held, warmth came from his fingertips, and he slowly turned his head to look over.

Mo Bing was lying on the hospital bed, sleeping uneasily and frowning tightly.

He took off the oxygen mask and called her: "Mo, Bing."

The two words were very light, but they immediately startled her dream. When she raised her head and saw his eyes open, she was stunned.

"Mo-Bing."

He struggled to call her name, while the hand holding the needle still held her hand and pulled it toward him. His face was pale, but his black pupils seemed to have been splashed with the thickest ink, and the white and black were clearly distinguishable.

Mo Bing woke up from his dream and stood up suddenly: "Don't talk, I'll call the doctor."

As soon as she turned around, his hand was grabbed by him: "Don't go."

Mo Bing was a little panicked. He hurriedly pressed the emergency bell on the bedside and turned around to call the nurse loudly. His other hand was still firmly held by him.

She didn't dare to move for fear of pulling on his wound, so she arched her back stiffly: "How are you? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?" She stretched out two fingers again, "What is this? Can you see clearly?"

She wasn't sure if he had completely regained consciousness. The injury was to the brain, and there would be many emergencies.

Lin Anzhi was very weak, there was no blood on his lips, his eyes were a little blurry, and his mouth opened and closed.

Mo Bing couldn't hear clearly and bent down to get closer.

His voice was very low, as if he was dreaming: "When we don't go to the beach next summer vacation, your eyes will become inflamed if sand gets in them, and I will have to write your summer homework again."

She didn't understand and asked a little anxiously: "What did you say?"

Lin Anzhi raised his hand and lightly touched her eyelids with his fingertips: "Are your eyes still hurt? I bought anti-inflammatory medicine and put it on the bicycle."

Mo Bing raised his head, dumbfounded.

He was tired and closed his eyes again, feeling sleepy.

Later, the doctor came over and gave him a detailed examination. He woke up midway and kept asking Mo Bing to apply medicine, saying that her eyes were severely inflamed and swollen.

There was inflammation, and her eyes were swollen from crying.

Mo Bing went to see Director Zhao who was outside his head, but did not return to the ward and paced in the corridor.

After Jiang Jiusheng learned about the situation, he came over from Shi Jin's office and saw Mo Bing lingering at the door: "Why don't you go in?"

Mo Bing looked a little dazed and uneasy, and said, "I don't know what to do with him."

Lin Anzhi's memory stopped at the summer vacation when he was fourteen years old, and the next fifteen years were blank.

"At that time, he just came to my house. He was very withdrawn, had no sense of security, and didn't like to talk. I deliberately took him to the beach during the summer vacation. After only one day of playing, sand got into my eyes, which became very inflamed and swollen. Since he could no longer reach the sea, I took him back again."

Mo Bing leaned against the wall, chatting with Jiang Jiusheng about the past. The memory was a bit far away, like an old black and white movie, but frame by frame was very coherent and clear.

“At that time, I was shy and didn’t want to do my summer homework, so I lied to him that my eyesight was bad and I couldn’t read clearly, and my parents were not at home. He rode his bicycle to buy me medicine at night, and was hit by a car on the road. "

Jiang Jiusheng understood that Lin Anzhi's memory was stuck in that car accident.

"At that time, his leg was broken, and I was still relying on him, insisting that he write my summer homework. After that, he became very clingy to me, and he was still very withdrawn. He only talked to me, nagging me every day to give me my eyesight. Apply the medicine." Mo Bing smiled, feeling disappointed, "I thought I had forgotten it, but suddenly I remembered it all."

Old things were hidden tightly and I thought I had forgotten them, but suddenly I realized they were all engraved in my bones.

"what did the doctor say?"

Mo Bing sighed, feeling very confused: "The bullet grazed the brain, causing memory loss."

Jiang Jiusheng was silent for a moment: "Can you recover?"

"I don't know." Mo Bing pointed to his head, "The human brain is as complex as the human heart."

In the ward, Lin Anzhi fell asleep again. He was weak and spent most of the day sleeping, with only a short amount of time to wake up.

Mo Bing went back home and then to the hospital. The nurse came to tell her that the patient had been looking for her.

As soon as she entered the ward, Lin Anzhi immediately sat up and stared at her with a pair of deep eyes, looking carefully to please her.

When he first came to her house, he was like this, withdrawn and defensive at the same time, but also contradictory and dependent.

Mo Bing walked to the hospital bed.

"Are you angry with me?" He looked at her intently.

Fourteen-year-old Lin Anzhi's eyes were always lonely and desolate. Only when he was facing her, he would be a little more angry and lively. He was very insecure, so he always looked at her like this.

Mo Bing sat down: "Why am I angry?"

He thought for a while: "Because I didn't write your summer homework for you." Soon, he said, "You bring it to the hospital and I will write it for you."

It was exactly the same as the car accident that year. He knew clearly that she was pretending to have eye pain, but he ended up staying in the hospital for several nights to finish her summer homework.

Mo Bing thought it was funny, but he couldn't laugh no matter what. His heart was filled with sourness: "There's no need to write it now."

Lin Anzhi misinterpreted her words, his eyes suddenly fell, and his voice was much lower: "Are you going to send me away?" Before Mo Bing could speak, the longing in his eyes became stronger and stronger, with uncertainty. Ingratiating and cautious, he said, "I will earn the money for hospitalization and pay it back to you. Can you not send me back?"

In the first half year of his stay in the Mo family, he never felt safe and was afraid of being sent back to the orphanage, so he was always afraid.

Mo Bing came closer to him and pointed at his face: "Look at my face, does it look like I'm fourteen?"

He looked at her blankly, clutching the quilt tightly with his hands.

"Lin Anzhi, we have all grown up."

After saying this, Mo Bing was ready to have a showdown with him, but as soon as the words came to her lips, Lin Anzhi grabbed her hand: "Don't send me away, I will listen to you and Aunt Ning."

She was completely speechless and didn't know how to deal with it. Fourteen-year-old Lin Anzhi could make her surrender with just a pair of eyes.

Shi Jin had an operation in the afternoon, and after it was over, it was already dark.

Jiang Jiusheng was waiting for him in the office. He had just squinted on the recliner for a while. He was too lazy to move and was a little hot from his sleep. He lifted the blanket and said, "Lin Anzhi has lost his memory."

Shi Jin didn't say anything and helped her cover the blanket back up.

She was still a little confused, and after a long time she added nonchalantly: "He only remembers Mo Bing when he was fourteen."

"That's fine."

He was not very interested in other people's affairs, so he leaned over to kiss her.

Jiang Jiusheng took out her hands and put her arms around his neck, her thoughts running a little far away: "Shi Jin, if it were me and I forgot about you, what would you do?"

Being pregnant, I like to think too much.

Shi Jin frowned, not liking this unfounded assumption: "There is no if."

She stubbornly insisted on hearing the answer and asked again: "What should you do?"

He bit her chin with dissatisfaction and said, "Do you want to hear the truth?"

"Hmm." She was a little curious.

"I won't have the patience to take my time. I will definitely tie you to my side. If you don't want to," he paused at this point.

Having tasted the joy of getting what he wanted, how could he endure the loneliness of a big dream? He was willing, but the beast in his body was not willing either. If the treasure in his mouth was lost, he would go crazy.

Jiang Jiusheng then asked: "What if I refuse?"

Shi Jin put his hand into the blanket and gently poked her stomach. Without any joking, he said, "Father is more valuable than his son, so I'm threatening you with our child."

Jiang Jiusheng did not doubt the authenticity of his words at all and did not continue. This was not a pleasant topic.

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Well, looking back, it’s not so bloody...