novelraw Chapter 107
Chapter 107
"boom--"
The sniper lying beside Qi Yin might have been overly nervous, and even fired a shot at the windshield.
The recoil force of Bar|Ray|T M82A1 was so great that the sniper's face trembled with the force. The driver of the George Patton died suddenly, lying on the steering wheel like a dead pig, completely stopping Qin Lai's way to go.
He fired early, and if everyone didn't act, the chances of catching Bo Shenrong alive would be even lower.
But there is only a chance of more than ten meters from the national border, and Bo Shenrong, who reacted in time, had already been grabbed by Qin Lai's clothes and ran to the driver's seat of the car. He opened the door and pulled out the limp The corpse was thrown on the ground, climbed up the tall chair, and waved to the stunned Bo Shenrong, "Hurryup!"
"But goods! ... Alas!"
Bo Shenrong was really reluctant to part with the treasure in the trunk, but after all, he had to save his life to be entitled to the others. Thinking in this way, Bo Shenrong stepped over Qin Lai's legs from the driver's seat, and directly got into the passenger seat and lay down.
Looking sideways at Bo Shenrong's wound, Qin Lai lowered her eyes worriedly, shifted into gear abruptly, and the fierce giant off-road vehicle drove away with thick smoke.
Qin Lai never wanted to be enemies with the Chinese whom his father respected, but he loved Bo Shenrong and couldn't let him have trouble, so even if he betrayed his father and the entire Kachin State on which he depended for survival, he still wanted to save Bo Shenrong's life. Do whatever it takes.
After firing that shot, the sniper panicked. He hurriedly got up from the grass with the gun in his hand and shot at George Patton's tire. Unexpectedly, the tire was an internal subsidence limiter tire, which was specially used for bulletproof. A group of people He could only stand on the edge of the border and watch Qinlai drive away with Bo Shenrong.
The snipers didn't dare to shoot at the driver at will to force them to stop. It was lucky to kill Bo Shenrong, but if they killed Qin Lai, there would be a big problem.
"Brother Qi... I'm sorry."
Qi Yin felt nothing at all about his apology, and sighed while fidgeting with his hair.
In fact, he didn't have much hope at first, as long as Bo Shenrong retreated to the land of northern Burma at the moment of arrest, all of them were still helpless.
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The foundation of Yuan Jiayi's eyes is not very good, so the gauze cannot be removed for a while, and he can only remove it after he accepts the light around him a little bit.
After the injection, he was helped to sit up by Wen Ao, and he knew that the vicious man Wen Ao mentioned earlier who was holding Yuan Xi and refused to let go was Duan Fu.
Duan Fu's actions completely changed Yuan Jiayi's view of cold-hearted businessmen. He knew that when he met Duan Fu for the first time in the hospital a few years ago, Duan Fu wanted to cooperate with Bo Shenyan. Therefore, he did what he liked, and took the initiative to solve all the difficulties that Yuan Jiayi encountered.
Yuan Jiayi knew that Duan Fu now knew that he and Bo Shenyan were separated, but he was still willing to stay outside and help him coax the child without saying a word, which made Yuan Jiayi very grateful.
"Mr. Yuan, the child is asleep, would you like to hug her for a while?"
Duan Fu's voice was always cold and distant, but Yuan Jiayi could hear the tenderness in his words.
Reaching out his hand in the direction of Duan Fu, Yuan Jiayi carefully took Yuan Xi, who was sleeping soundly, and hugged him in his arms.
He has been away for so many days, and they have served the little girl to such an extent that she didn't lose any weight at all, but she gained a lot of weight after weighing it.
Yuan Jiayi thanked in a low voice, "Mr. Duan, thank you."
"It's okay, the little girl is very cute."
Duan Fu may have smiled, but his voice sounded much softer.
Tucking Yuan Jiayi's invisible corner of the quilt, Duan Fu took out the carefully wrapped pacifier from his pocket and stuffed it into Yuan Jiayi's hand, stood up and left room for them, "Mr. Yuan, then I'll go out first gone."
After Yuan Jiayi turned his head and heard the sound of closing the door, he breathed a sigh of relief, and hugged the little thing in his arms tighter.
"Xixi... Dad is back."
His tears slid down the end of his eyes uncontrollably, and fell on the back of Yuan Xi's hands, so cold that she also rubbed her little hands on her clothes in her dreams, trying to wipe off the wetness.
Worried about Bo Shenyan couldn't stop for a second, Yuan Jiayi tightly pressed his lips together, restraining the low sobs that overflowed from his throat.
When Wenger hurried back, he just opened the door and came in when he saw Yuan Jiayi sleeping on his side with the little chubby girl in his arms.
The person lying in the hospital bed was extremely weak, his thin skeleton could barely support the hospital gown, and he was curled up in a small ball under the quilt.
Yuan Jiayi's skin was originally fair, but no matter how white a person is, he is still a little inferior to the pale walls of the hospital. However, if he could not see the blue blood vessels flowing under Yuan Jiayi's skin at this time, he would definitely People thought it was a mass of winter snow falling from the sky not long ago.
His eyes, which are always full of tenderness, are covered with gauze, but the other superior facial features are displayed more delicately, making people unable to take their eyes off.
The baby nestled in his arms had opened its eyes, but it was not making any noise, as if it knew how tired and difficult her father was at the moment.
"..."
Wenger sighed, raised his hand to loosen his tie, walked lightly towards Yuan Jiayi, leaned over and hugged Yuan Xi, "...Uncle Wen will take you out and let Dad sleep well."
His movements were very careful, but Yuan Jiayi woke up instantly, grabbed Yuan Xi's ankle, and his voice broke with anxiety.
"……Who!"
"I, it's me, Jiayi."
Seeing him like this, Wenger's heart ached so much, he gently opened Yuan Jiayi's blue and white fingers holding Yuan Xi's ankle, letting him relax.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid."
"Brother Wen..."
Yuan Jiayi's voice trembled, and he released Yuan Xi with confidence, leaning his limp neck against the pillow, "Is it dark now?"
The bed curtain was drawn in the ward, blocking the night outside from the window, and the six headlights on the roof were a bit dazzling.
Wenger knew that Yuan Jiayi couldn't see, but understood that he was probably calculating the time silently in his heart, so he replied, "Yes, it's getting dark, and it's ten o'clock in the evening."
Yuan Xi grinningly raised her head and picked Wenger's tie clip. Her small feet in shoes stepped on his meticulously ironed suit pants, printing footprints one by one. Wenger didn't care, just hugged her small body to prevent She fell down, looked at Yuan Jiayi's face again, and silently accompanied him without saying a word.
When he just came in, he was stopped by two bodyguards. No matter how Wenger explained that he knew the patient in the room, the two bodyguards refused to let him in until a man wearing a mask heard the movement and came from another ward. He walked out, raised his face slightly and looked at Wenger for a long time, but without speaking to him, he stretched out two fingers and waved at the bodyguard, signaling to let him go.
Those aggressive eyes made Wenger very uncomfortable, even when he was sitting by Yuan Jiayi's bed, he still felt very uncomfortable.
Even though he is not tall, he still has to look up at him, how can anyone be so vicious.
Wenger's gaze fell on Yuan Jiayi's tightly clenched fists, seeing that he had remained in one position for a long time, and the bones in his hands became paler, so he stretched out his hand to pull him, "Jiayi, don't clenched like this, the blood will blocked."
"It's ten o'clock."
Yuan Jiayi clenched his fists against his knees, his lips were a little dry.
"..."
Wenger glanced at his hand again.
That's what it meant.
"Well, it's ten o'clock, Jiayi, it's time for you to rest."
Wenger put Yuan Xi in Yuan Jiayi's arms and sat firmly, got up and took off his suit jacket and put it on the back of the chair, went into the bathroom and wet a towel, and was about to come out to help Yuan Jiayi wipe his face.
But when he came out of the bathroom with the towel, he saw Yuan Jiayi holding Yuan Xi with one hand and trying to get out of bed.
"Jiayi, Jiayi, just tell me what you want to do," Wenger hurriedly strode over to hold Yuan Jiayi's arm, supporting his full weight, "What are you doing?"
Hearing Wenger's question, Yuan Jiayi froze for a moment.
what are you doing...
In fact, he didn't know what he wanted to do.
In the afternoon, his sleepy dream was filled with Yuan Miao's sorrow. She was laughing, laughing at what had happened to Bo Shenyan, and pressed that bloody face in front of Yuan Jiayi.
"Jiajia, he deserves it," Yuan Miao's face was dripping with blood, his smashed skull was exposed in the air, and there was a sense of coolness, "Jiajia, why are you crying? He deserves it, who made him cry?" He didn't save you? Didn't save us?"
Yuan Jiayi had never seen Yuan Miao like this before, he was terrified, and timidly backed away.
"But he, but he saved me this time, Mom, don't you want him to save me..."
In a trance, he felt as if he had returned to that musty little house again, his ankles were chained, when Yuan Miao lost his temper, and when he was addicted to drugs, he could only grit his teeth to hold back the pain, helpless. There is nowhere to escape.
"But he didn't save me!"
Yuan Miao suddenly interrupted Yuan Jiayi's words, and quickly approached his face with a grim expression, "He didn't save me!"
It was obviously just a dream of nothingness, but Yuan Jiayi felt as if he was being grabbed by the neck, and it was difficult to breathe. He struggled to grab Yuan Miao's sharp claws that clamped his neck and tried to pull, but there was still nothing he could do.
He cried and explained, "...Mom...he doesn't know...well...cough, he doesn't know, mom..."
"Why did I raise such a wicked person like you? I shouldn't have softened my heart at the beginning, and I should have killed you directly!"
Yuan Miao, who was treated by Yuan Jiayi as his biological mother and called her for nearly 30 years, showed a fierce look, and said cruel words to Yuan Jiayi that he dared not even listen to a word.
"You shouldn't have appeared in this world at all. You have never been expected to be born. There is no one. Except for your useful blood, you are to this world—"
What Yuan Miao said was the true voice of Yuan Jiayi that was hidden deep in his heart and never dared to face it.
She was still smiling cruelly, "...meaningless."
There are two kinds of dreams, one is waking up, and the other is not waking up.
Being entangled by Yuan Miao's resentment, Yuan Jiayi once felt that he might never be able to open those eyes again.
"Jiayi, what's wrong with you, Jiayi?"
Wenger hugged Yuan Jiayi who was limp in his arms, he couldn't see Yuan Jiayi's eyes covered by layers of gauze, so he could only shake his body slightly.
"Come on, I'll hug you and lie down, you're too tired, you need to rest."
Yuan Jiayi let him carry him to the bed, panting tiredly with his head tilted, just about to fall asleep peacefully, when he suddenly heard a rush of footsteps coming from the corridor, it sounded like there were a lot of people.
He raised his head to ask Wenger who was at the door, but before he opened his mouth, he heard loud scolding coming from the door.
"What are you, get the hell out of here!"
The voice sounded like that of an old man in high spirits.
The bodyguard at the door is Duan Fu's man, his temper is so tough that he is in the same line as him, blocking the door motionless like two door gods.
Yuan Jiayi felt very strange to this person's voice.
He didn't know any old man...
"What a big man, he doesn't marry a wife and have children, but he just came to seduce my grandson!"
Hearing his slander at the door of his ward, Yuan Jiayi frowned and sat up. He was about to ask Wenger to help him out to see what was going on, but he heard the door open, followed by Wenger's serious voice. sound.
"Hello, old gentleman, this is my friend's ward, you may have found the wrong person."
"Wrong fart, it is this little fox who made us cautious! The person who came to look for me after I asked clearly! Wait! Who are you? Why do you go in before me!"
This voice...is clearly not Bo Ling...but he also said that Bo Shenyan is his grandson...
When Yuan Jiayi heard this, how could he still lie down? He had no time to think about the next two sentences, and hurriedly sat up on his elbows, trying to tear off the gauze covering his eyes, but was lightly touched by a slightly cold hand. Just hold the wrist lightly before giving up.
"Outside the door is Mr. Bo Kuang."
At the same time as Duan Fu's cold voice sounded, he had already pulled the curtains tightly around the hospital bed, "I'll take care of it, Mr. Yuan, please rest well first."
His voice was always full of unconditional convincing composure, even if Yuan Jiayi wanted to go out to apologize and explain to Bo Kuang in person, in the end he was pressed down on the bed by Duan Fu's almost commanding reassurance.
"...Mr. Duan, please..."
"No trouble."
Duan Fu let go of Yuan Jiayi's wrist, stood beside his bed and tied the gauze knot on his head, then turned and left the ward.
Bo Kuang brought a lot of people, looking at that posture, it seemed that he wanted to drag Yuan Jiayi out and beat him to death with sticks. I don't know what Duan Fu said, but in a few words, those footsteps left one after another. Although Bo Kuang's scolding was still mixed in, it was obvious that he had given up targeting Yuan Jiayi.
Yuan Jiayi couldn't hear Duan Fu's voice at all, he lay on his back on the bed holding his breath, his arms hanging down naturally.
The cold bed rails made him extremely awake, unable to brew even a trace of drowsiness.
Duan Fu, who came in after Wenger, pressed his mask, his handsome and straight figure was not weaker than the tall former, he said lightly, "Mr. Yuan, I will take care of it. Mr. Yuan, you can go and rest. .”
Duan Fu has always had the ability to speak an ordinary statement into a provocative tone, and when he listens carefully, it still has a bit of irony that makes people scratch their heads after listening.
Wenger looked back at him in surprise.
What the hell is this little guy doing, so wild?
Seeing that he was not easy to mess with, Wenger didn't bother to bother with him, so as not to let Yuan Jiayi have a bad rest, he picked up his coat and walked out of the ward to squeeze a room with Wen Ao who had to stay in the hospital aggrieved.
After all, the wards in the hospital are not hotel rooms, so making an exception to give Duan Fu a room was already a time when the head nurse bent the law for personal gain because of his looks.
Hearing Wenger leave the room, Yuan Jiayi actually felt a little more relaxed. He sat up and scratched the bed curtain, looking towards Duan Fu's rustling direction.
"Mr. Duan, can you do me a favor?"
He could see that Duan Fu was in charge of his words, so he wanted to take the opportunity to achieve the goal he had been thinking about all afternoon.
Of course Duan Fu understood what he meant, in fact, he stayed here out of his concern for Yuan Jiayi.
"Well, yes, I'll go to the nurse's station to borrow a wheelchair."
Yuan Jiayi's affection for him rose to another level in an instant. He pulled the gauze in front of his eyes, revealing a little light, trying to adapt to the pale light of the hospital in advance.
Duan Fu moved nimbly, pushed the wheelchair and walked in, looked back at Yuan Xi who was lying on the small bed sleeping soundly, and made the movement even smaller.
Although Wenger didn't smoke this afternoon, he still had the smell of the old smoke on his body, which made Duan Fu a little uncomfortable. He put on his mask, frowned and cleared his throat.
"I'll help you."
Yuan Jiayi revealed his eyes little by little, and now he could vaguely see very little light.
Knowing that Yuan Jiayi was worried about the little chubby girl staying in the ward alone, he picked up the soft quilt to wrap Yuan Xi, held it firmly in his arms, and pushed Yuan Jiayi out of the ward with one hand.
The intensive care unit is not far from Yuan Jiayi's ward. Within 2 minutes of sitting in the wheelchair, Yuan Jiayi vaguely saw the comatose man lying on the bed behind the sky blue curtain inside the gray door frame.
The wheelchair slowly stopped at the door of the intensive care unit, and Yuan Jiayi's breathing gradually became heavy.
He really wants to see it.
He dared not look.
Yuan Xi muttered as if he was about to wake up, Duan Fu glanced at Yuan Jiayi, turned around and walked away with her in his arms.
The fist resting on the knee was trembling slightly, Yuan Jiayi kept swallowing his saliva, giving himself countless courage, but he still didn't dare to raise his eyes to look into the room.
Finally, he made up his mind, clasped his hands on the armrests of the wheelchair, squinted his eyes and looked at the only hospital bed in the room.
Bo Shenyan was still lying there quietly, just like how he lingered on Yuan Jiayi's bed every morning.
"..."
Yuan Jiayi frowned, his whole face pressed against the narrow glass in front of him.
With the curtains blocking it, he couldn't see clearly, but he didn't dare to look any further.
When Duan Fu just pushed him here, he explained Bo Shenyan's current situation. He was out of danger, but because his will to survive was not strong enough, he was likely to enter a long-term coma.
Yuan Jiayi didn't understand why...a person like Bo Shenyan didn't have a strong will to survive.
Even he wants to live, why would Bo Shenyan not want to?
How did he spend the past two years?
Yuan Jiayi stood hunched over at the door of the intensive care unit.
He forgot how he got back to the ward in the end, and also forgot whether Yuan Xi drank milk in the middle of the night, his mind was only filled with the ECG monitor by Bo Shenyan's bedside that could only prove that he was still alive.
When he woke up early the next morning, Yuan Jiayi hurriedly hugged Yuan Xi out of bed before he swallowed the last mouthful of porridge, went straight to the wheelchair that Duan Fu had snatched for him from the nurse's station, and sat on it.
Yuan Jiayi put Yuan Xi on his lap, and said in a low voice, "Sit still, Dad is taking you for a ride."
Even though he said so, he still firmly circled Yuan Xi's fleshy back with his right hand, and pressed the other hand on the control panel of the electric wheelchair. With a light press, the wheelchair under his buttocks "swelled" drove out with a bang.
The silky voice made Yuan Jiayi couldn't help but want to laugh, he had never sat on this kind of thing before, and it was always when patients were in the hospital, and now it feels quite interesting to sit in person.
Yuan Xi giggled happily, the childish voice was not annoying, but Yuan Jiayi still looked apologetically at the surrounding patients who were smiling at Yuan Xi, and grinned awkwardly.
Sure enough, the speed of the wheelchair is faster than walking, and the braking speed is not bad.
Stopping at the door again, Yuan Jiayi looked at the door for a while, pointed to Bo Shenyan inside, and said to Yuan Xi, "Xixi, who do you think is inside?"
Yuan Xi blinked and blinked, and spit out a bubble, "...Dad."
Hearing this, Yuan Jiayi glanced at her helplessly, then turned his head to the other side, raised his hand to wipe his face, and spoke after a while.
"……also."
Yuan Xi poked the glass with a smile, "...Dad, Dad..."
For several days, Yuan Jiayi spent most of his time at the door of Bo Shenyan's ward, until he was allowed to enter in clean clothes.
Yuan Jiayi carefully sat down beside Bo Shenyan's bed, looking down at him quietly.
The gauze on the man's eyes has long been removed, and the thick eyelashes cover the slightly blue lower eyelids, looking calm and handsome.
He actually looks very mature...
Thinking of this, Yuan Jiayi couldn't help laughing, he is already 30 years old, so he must be mature.
Yuan Jiayi's gaze followed Bo Shenyan's arm wrapped in a hospital gown to his wrist.
The hideous wound with rolled flesh had long been neatly bandaged, making it impossible to see or imagine how much the person lying on the bed had suffered.
He pursed his lips and moved close to Bo Shenyan's shoulder, leaning his head on it lightly, rubbing the back of his head against the ear that was always reddened by his kisses in the past.
Leaning against Bo Shenyan's pillow in an awkward posture, Yuan Jiayi looked at the blue sky outside the window, the dazzling sunlight made him narrow his eyes slightly, and he couldn't see the emotion in his eyes clearly.
After lying down for a long time, he seemed to feel a little bored, so he started talking to himself.
"...Are you still in pain? My arm was hurt too...but it doesn't hurt anymore, so...so I woke up, I can still walk, and if I'm full, I can jump a few times... ..."
"What about you?"
Yuan Jiayi was still very weak, after only sitting for a while, he began to pant with his head down.
"... Huh... Heh... Huh..."
He didn't want to take his eyes off Bo Shenyan, although he knew that he wouldn't wake up so easily, but he still held Bo Shenyan's little finger slowly with trembling hands, in case he woke up and he didn't notice it.
The viscera in the chest cavity are running dully, as if the cattle that have worked hard for half a lifetime are still being driven forward by the owner with a whip in their old age, and the bloody hoofprints leave bloodstains on the road.
Yuan Jiayi pressed his chest that was throbbing with pain, and the sound of panting was like a broken drum leaking from the mouth.
He was very worried that this would disturb the sleeping Bo Shenyan, but then he thought, isn't it what he was looking forward to when he woke up.
"Your finger is swollen like a cherries..."
Yuan Jiayi looked at the swollen knuckles, pursed his lips and smiled.
suddenly
The finger in his hand moved very slowly.
It is a kind of strength that if you are not paying attention to it all the time, you may easily ignore it.
Yuan Jiayi stared blankly at the past.
The author has something to say: Damn, I gave in to myself, caught a mosquito and punched it on the corner of the table, I thought I had a broken bone, damn it!
I really thank you little angels for your concern, I will check my body when I have time! muamuamua!
Having you is my blessing!
Thank you for watching, bow~
感谢在2021-03-1023:46:19~2021-03-1123:49:24期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~
Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Ye Yuntang 1;
Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: 20 bottles of grass seven; 4791158810 bottles; 212438385 bottles; thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!