Love Me if You Dare: Pristine Darkness

Chapter 56:

Bo Jinyan's eyes were covered with a thin layer of white veil.

Jian Yao sat beside him, reaching out to touch, but still lowered.

"Will you have some porridge again?" She asked softly.

"No need," he said gently.

Jian Yao nodded, remembering that he couldn't see it. Holding him gently, he leaned back on the bed.

Suddenly a thought flashed through his mind, and if he used to, he would read a book.

Should I read some books for you? This sentence came to his lips, but he couldn't explain it.

So they sat quietly. She couldn't see his eyes and didn't know what she was thinking. It is clear that each other's hands are only one foot away, but suddenly they seem to be far apart.

"Jin Yan ..." she asked, "Want to go out for a walk?"

Bo Jinyan turned his head.

Outside the window of the ward, the voice of someone talking, and the sound of a bird tweeting.

"No need," he said softly.

Jian Yao suddenly felt sad and didn't want to be noticed by him, and said hurriedly, "I'll go to the bathroom."

"it is good."

Inside, quiet again.

Bo Jinyan raised his face slightly, and the dark feeling was wonderful. People's hearts can even become panicked, because no matter where you look or where you go, you don't know if you will step into the abyss.

He was very quiet, staying alone for 5 minutes.

Finally couldn't help it, grabbed the sheets beside him and threw them out severely.

There was a slight sweat on the fair face, and the color of iron was blue.

When Jian Yao walked to the door with a tea cup, she saw this scene. She immediately lowered the teapot and ran to him, holding his hand tightly: "Jin Yan, it's okay ... take your time."

Bo Jinyan's expression was soothing for a moment, as if she was beside her, she could not lose her temper. He didn't speak, just turned his face and looked out the window.

"Um." A low voice.

Jian Yao held his hand and did not speak.

She didn't know how to face his wolf.

Such a person as Bo Jinyan was embarrassed and silent.

Later, when rice arrived, Jian Yao again patiently and carefully fed him with a spoonful of spoon.

After eating, he fell asleep because of the drug. Jian Yao nestled in a bed with him. In the obscurity, I only felt someone, always stroking my cheeks and hair lightly. Subconsciously, Jian Yao drilled into his arms even tighter, and then he hugged him tightly.

"Jin Yan ..." she whispered, "I will be your eyes in the future."

Nothing more to say. What keeps trying new medicine, what doctors say hope is slim but can't give up.

If you are blind for a day, I shall be blind for a day.

In the second half of your blind life, I will accompany you to two spots.

There seemed to be a drop of hot liquid dripping onto her cheek. In the dim room, Jian Yao didn't look up, as if she didn't notice it.

"Ziyu ... have you found it?" He asked slowly.

Jane Yao's heart: "I found it."

He stopped asking.

"Jane Yao, I want to be alone for a while," he said.

Jian Yao didn't speak.

The ring on my hand was quietly shining in the dark.

Like his lost heart.

——

Bo Jinyan left in the afternoon a few days later.

When Jian Yao returned from the police report, she saw the empty ward and the neatly folded bedding.

Jian Yao said nothing, her face pale. She searched the entire hospital, all wards. Until it was determined that he had really left, left her.

He also left with An An, who was discharged from the wound. These two men, like two drops of unknown water, disappeared into this world.

In the end, Jian Yao found a letter and put it under the pillow. She sat in front of the window in the setting sun and the wind, and read the thin Jin Yan's handwritten letter.

"Yao:

I want to leave for a while.

I used to believe in justice. Until now, faith has not changed.

But there are some things that I need to face alone; some things that need clarification; some things that I can't give up.

I will take care of myself and hope you too.

I will come back to you, someday in the future that I think is ready.

Sorry.

Jin Yan who loves you deeply. "

Although the handwriting is scribbled, it is still vigorous and powerful. Some words are even written overlapping.

He wrote this letter with his eyes closed.

Jian Yao looked for a long time, reached out to cover her heart, lowered her head, and did not lift it for a long time.

——

In the evening, the campus was full of lights and tranquility.

An Yan stood downstairs from the girl's dormitory, countless people stared at him. He looked immobile.

An unfamiliar girl ran downstairs, and when he approached him, he was still unbelievable: "You ... the policeman, An Yan?"

An Yan nodded: "I'm An Yan."

The girl said "ah" and said, "Wait a minute, things seem a little different from what we think. Wait a minute." After saying "噔噔噔", he ran upstairs.

An Yan has been standing like a pillar, standing still.

Inside the female dormitory.

Gu Fangmi was sitting at the table, a little stunned. There were a few girls standing behind, all of which persuaded her: "Don't be soft-hearted, imitate, he released you more than a month of pigeons, deserve to let him wait!" "Dare to release our pigeons!" "Yes!"

Who knew that at this time, the girl who had been sent to tear down and ran back again: "No, imitation ... he was injured, and his arm was still bandaged! His face was hurt!"

Everyone was stunned, Gu Fang imitated to stand up, said nothing, and ran straight downstairs.

Classmates who left the circle.

"What's going on? Isn't it just that it's a monitor? How can it still hurt?"

"I thought it was a pretty face ... it wasn't that simple."

Gu Fangran downstairs and saw An Yan from a distance. She was stunned—in just a month, he had become so thin, and the whole person seemed to have experienced a great calamity.

"Are you all right?" She ran to him and asked.

When An Yan saw her, her heart fluttered, and she realized that the little thoughts these days have fermented in her heart.

"I'm fine." He blushed.

Gu Fangfang frowned, even staring at his bandaged arm.

"I'm sorry," An Yan said. "I had an accident that day and I couldn't come."

"It's okay, it's okay!" Gu Fangmi waved quickly, "You ... people are fine."

"Well, I'm fine."

Both were quiet for a while, seemingly cramped.

Gu Fang asked tentatively: "Did you get hurt in the process of catching the bad guys?"

An Yan suddenly stunned. Suddenly there was a complex emotion in my chest that I had never experienced before.

In front of her, she stood in the quiet night lights and lived a peaceful and happy life. How to talk to her and how to make her understand that the young criminal policeman who was walking on the edge of life and death suddenly flashed a thought in his mind at the moment of the bomb sounds-bad, can't go to her appointment tomorrow.

It turned out that this is the whole meaning of shortness of breath and long-term love for children.

An Yan smiled slightly and said, "Yes, yes."

Gu Fang's eyes moved, and she lowered her head: "When are we going to make up for that meal again?"

An Yan's heart was suddenly covered with river-like sadness. Some impulse completely controlled his heart. He stepped forward and hugged her directly into his arms with one arm.

Gu Fangmi was stunned.

"Oh oh ..." exclaimed upstairs behind the dormitory.

"I ... leave for a while." An Yan said, "I want to protect a person. A person worthy of my life to respect. If there is anyone in this world who can use greatness to describe him, he is one. He is now The situation is very bad. I must protect him and help him. It is like guarding our faith. "

Gu Fangfang's body was still numb, he was numb, but after hearing what he said, he was a little sad: "Then ... how long will it take?"

"Maybe months, maybe a year or two."

"So ... for a long time."

An Yan slowly let go of her: "Imitation, wait for me to come back." After he said that, he turned and left.

Gu Fangmi stood still, and watched him get in the car like this, drove out of the campus and out of her field of vision.

Just then, there were many people around, exclaiming and sighing. Gu Fang looked up and heard the sound, but under the dark blue night, the huge skyscraper across the campus turned on many lights at the same time. And the lamps are arranged in a regular pattern, and someone beside them has spoken aloud:

"Waitforme, goddess.

A.Y. "

"Wait for me, Goddess! A.Y. Which hero is AY, this AY, so arrogant, let me go!"

——

The same intoxicating twilight was shrouded in a tall building in the city.

Luo Lang sat at the window, slowly smoking a cigarette. Inside the room was a deafening symphony, Tchaikovsky's Manfred.

The curtains are tightly closed, leaving only one seam.

In front of that slit stood a precision telescope.

After finishing a cigarette, Luo Lang stood up and looked down at the telescope.

Very focused.

Through the building, through the night, through the sea of people. The end of the telescope is precisely facing a window.

Inside the window, the screen curtain moved slightly. Just turned on a soft lamp. Jian Yao, wearing a warm yellow T-shirt, sat at the window, lowering her head slightly, exposing a white, jade-like neck. I sat quietly for a long time.

That family, her beloved and happy family, has only been hers ever since.

Luo Lang left the telescope and sat down again. Began to smoke dumbly, until the ashtray could no longer be stacked, until the night was like a vast black hole, covering the whole earth. The automatic sensor light in the room lights up for the second time. Behind him was a wall that stretched from the bedroom to the hallway to the living room.

The walls are full of photos. It was full, dense and messy. There are at least hundreds of them.

Jian Yao wore police uniforms, Jian Yao and Bo Jinyan stepped into the animation park, Jian Yao tied an apron to cook at home, and Jian Yao was on his way to work ...

Picture of Jian Xuan reading in the university library, picture of Jane's mother smiling and selling vegetables in the vegetable market.

...

The dagger that killed the killer was still on the table next to him. The blood and fingerprints were wiped clean.

Luo Lang lowered his head, his cigarette gripped, and pinched his forehead.

If parting is sad, reunion is also lost.

And all we need is forgiveness.

...

He said that justice and faith remain unchanged.

He said he would return.

You know, justice is like a deep lake under the moon and a cold stone in the lake.

The dim light was always there.

Even if it ’s turbid and sometimes subverted,