My Feelings Can Wait

When Jing Xiu woke up, her eyes were dazzling white, and her head sinking made her sick. She stared at the lamp on the ceiling in a daze. Where is this?

"Mr. Jing, you are awake!" Yao Xiao's surprised voice rang in her ears.

Jing Xiu looked at Yao Xiao hesitantly, saw her worried eyes clearly, and the memory gradually returned.

"Teacher Jing, how do you feel? There are so many stitches..." Yao Xiao was worried.

Jing Xiu's eyes slowly fell silent in Yao Xiao's words. Why is this terrible nightmare still not awake? Why... not a dream.

Seeing that her eyes were hollow and scary, Yao Xiao called out nervously, "Ms. Jing?"

Jing Xiu still did not respond to her. She looked out the window, it was completely dark.

Yao Xiao was afraid that Jingxun had been greatly stimulated, and what kind of traumatic sequelae would appear. If he panicked, he would call a doctor: "Teacher Jing, don't scare me, doctor, I..."

"Call a car." Jing Xiu interrupted her, her voice dumb as if she was making a breath.

Yao Xiao heard her talking, he was relieved, and dissuaded her: "The doctor said you are too weak and need more rest..."

"Call a car." Jing Xiu repeated stubbornly.

It was dark and late at night, how could she let Yanyan spend the night alone in such a cold place.

She sat up with her arms, Yao Xiao quickly went to help her.

Helping Jingxun up, she went to the end of the bed to shake it up. But as soon as she reached the end of the bed, she saw Jing Xun lift up her left hand and tear off the tape of the indwelling needle tube on her right hand with a tear.

Yao Xiao was shocked, and stumbled back, "Mr. Jing! The water hasn't finished yet..."

She pressed Jing Xun's hands on the quilt, but Jing Xun struggled, her eyes were as cold as ice, "Yao, Xiao." Her voice was very soft, but it was heavy in Yao Xiao's heart.

Yao Xiao flinched: "May I call a nurse? You wait a moment..."

Jing Xiu was noncommittal, but Yao Xiao said she agreed. Who knew that she had just retracted her hand, before turning around, Jing Xiu pulled out the needle cleanly.

In the next instant, blood beads rushed out, rushing down the back of Jing Xun's hand.

Yao Xiao was at a loss. He wanted to help her stop the bleeding but couldn't find a cotton swab. He was frantically ringing the bell to call the nurse. The cell phone beside the bed rang the bell.

Yao Xiao was too busy to answer. Jing Xun looked down and saw that the caller ID was Wei Yizhen. His lips trembled and he opened the answer button.

"Is Jing Xiu awake?" She pressed the speaker, and Wei Yizhen's voice came over.

"Wake up." Jing Xiu replied to her lifelessly.

The nurse came in, Yao Xiao asked the nurse for a cotton swab, and helped Jingxuan press the needle. Jingxun let her move and stared at the call interface of the phone out of focus.

Wei Yi was stunned for several seconds before realizing that Jing Xiu answered the call, "Are you okay?"

Are you ok? The corners of Jing Xiu's lips showed misery, can it be alright?

She didn't answer Wei Yizhen, and informed her: "I want to talk back to where you are now, you talk to the person in charge over there."

Wei Yizhen was suddenly nervous: "It's so late, Teacher Jing, please rest first."

Jing Xiu pursed his lips and did not answer, his attitude of refusal was obvious.

Wei Yi was really embarrassed. She took a deep breath and said gravely: "I'm on my way to your place now. Wait for me. I have something to tell you."

"Can't you say it over there?" Jing Xiu didn't want to wait for a moment.

"No." Wei Yizhen's voice was also very tired.

Jing Xiu was silent. After a while, she seemed to have noticed something, almost inaudible and said: "Okay."

Yao Xiao helped Jing Xiu stop the bleeding and wiped the blood on the back of her hand with alcohol, only to find that Jing Xiu was too rude when pulling out the needle, and the needle made a long thin slit on the back of her hand. But Jing Xiu didn't care, she just looked at the void quietly, as if separated from everything around her into two worlds.

Until Wei Yizhen arrived, mixed with depression.

"Yu Yan's mother and relatives rushed over from Yanzhou to take care of the funeral, so I don't have the right to intervene in dealing with the things that Yu Yan left behind." Wei Yizhen sat down on the chair next to Jing Xun's bed, pinching his hands A transparent document bag.

It was so painful that she was numb, but when the words "future" and "behind me" repeatedly reminded her that Ji Yuyan was really gone, Jing Xuan still felt the pain in her heart. The first time I heard about Yanyan’s family, it was at such a time...

"However, before her mother came, I cleaned up the scene, I think these things, Yu Yan may even want to hand them over to you." Wei Yizhen handed the document bag to Jing Xun.

Jing Xiu's breathing became heavier, staring at the file bag in Wei Yizhen's hand like looking at a rare treasure. She raised her hand, her fingertips trembling.

She squeezed the file bag, as if touching the last warm life of her beloved. She couldn't help putting the file bag on her chest any longer, pressing it tightly with her hands, tears falling down.

Wei Yi was really moved, and a sense of powerlessness spread throughout his body. How could this be a show? If Zhong Qingyu and the others really saw Jingxuan like this, would they still be able to speak out such sharp accusations that Jingxuan was only hypocritical and pretending to be affectionate?

"It contains a manuscript of a song written by Yu Yan, which may have been written to you. Because... every back of each sheet is filled with your name. There is also a piece of jade, which was given to me by the forensic doctor. Yuyan was last held in his hands."

Jing Xiu bit her lower lip tightly, her tears became more turbulent, but there was no sound. The room was so silent that only her depressed and rapid breathing could be heard.

After a long time, she let go of her arms, put the file bag flat on her knees and tried to open it. On the other side, Jing Xiu fumbled repeatedly without realizing it. Wei Yizhen couldn't stand it and helped her turn it over. Jing Xuan's eyes fell on the white jade safety buckle inadvertently.

Scenes of the past replayed like a revolving lantern in her mind. It was Ji Yoo-yan’s bright smile during her journey, it was the first time Ji Yoo-yan was coy and charming when she was asked, and it was the courage and gentleness that Ji Yoo-yan protected her under her body during the accident. ...

Suddenly, there was something in Jing Xun's mind, and the whole person froze. She poured out the safety clasp and held it in her hand, like a drowning man grabbing the last straw.

"Words can help!" Jing Xiu murmured, eyes full of hope, and he couldn't wait to get out of bed after turning over the quilt.

Wei Yizhen was shocked by her sudden words, and suppressed her actions and questioned her: "What?"

Jing Xiu restrained the restlessness, and explained to Wei Yizhen with a trembling voice: "Many years ago, Yanyan and I traveled to Tibet to save a master. We said that we had turned him into a life and death disaster. He was a destined person and willing to give pointers. We were one or two. He gave us this pair of jade, saying that we will have a life of death in the future, let us always take it with us, and we can stop the catastrophe. But we don’t believe it. He can do it. He is an expert As of today, he will definitely have a way."

It's like persuading Wei Yizhen, but also like persuading himself.

It's too vague and illusory. But Fan Jingxuan still has a little sense, and it is impossible to believe such nonsense. Wei Yizhen only imagined Jingxiu when he was overstimulated and unwilling to accept reality.

She was still considering how to make Jingxuan more rational, but Jingxuan didn't give her time.

"Where's Xiaoxiao? Let her book a plane ticket right away..." She stepped on her soft legs and got out of the bed, as if she was about to leave.

Wei Yizhen had to remind her aloud: "Teacher Jing, the day after tomorrow will be Yu Yan's memorial service." She was afraid that Jing Xiu would not be able to come back and miss the last side of her life.

Jing Xiu paused, his fingertips on the table turned white with strength, and in an unquestionable tone, he ordered: "Postpone. Postpone the memorial service, let alone...no cremation...wait for my return."

This is not realistic! Who does she think she is Ji Yoon now? ! Wei Yizhen wrinkled her brows and categorically denied: "It's impossible." When she said, she was afraid that her tone was too cold to hurt Jing Xuan, and explained: "The date is decided by Yu Yan's mother, and media obituaries are also issued. After going out, she couldn't agree to the change." It's even more impossible to change it for such absurd reasons.

"I'll persuade her." Jing Xiu said firmly.

"You can't persuade her." Wei Yizhen is categorical.

"You take me to see her." Jing Xiu turned a deaf ear.

Wei Yizhen and Jing Xiu eloquently analyzed the unreality of what she was thinking about now, but Jing Xiu didn't seem to listen at all, changed her clothes mechanically, only repeatedly stressing that she wanted to see Ji Youyan's mother and postponed the funeral. .

Wei Yi was really anxious, she tried her best. The euphemistic Jingxun couldn't understand, so she could only say directly: "Teacher Jing, it's not that I don't want to take you, but... Yuyan her mother doesn't want to see you."

Jing Xiu finally lost all his movements as she wished.

After a long while, she lowered her eyelids, her voice was as aching as she squeezed from her throat, "Auntie blames me...Is it right?"

It was her fault, and she blamed herself.

Wei Yi really wanted to deny, but he couldn't deny it. Yes, Zhong Qingyu blamed Jingxiu and even hated her.

Wei Yizhen acquiesced, avoiding the seriousness and said lightly: "Yoryan's mother knows that you came to condole Yuyan today. She asked me to help her express her gratitude, and then... she... people who think you are overjoyed, it is inconvenient to participate more. It’s better to recuperate your body more often. You don’t have to worry about Yuyan’s affairs. This is their own housework and they will take care of it. After two days of the memorial service, you and other friends will come and send Yuyan. The last ride will be fine."

"Their own housework", "the same as other friends", the implication-she is an outsider, Jing Xiu could not hear it more clearly. She bit her lower lip like a thin bamboo toppled by the wind, stubborn and fragile.

After a long silence, she spoke again, still saying: "Let me meet Auntie..."

Wei Yi really couldn't bear it. The look in Jingxuan's eyes was like looking at a paranoid lunatic, "Teacher Jing, be sober! There is no regret medicine in this world, so how can there be any resurrection medicine? People can't come back to life! Accept reality."

She also cried after roaring. All of them are sad, and they are all regretting. Jing Xun is trying to poke someone's heart in such a trouble.

Jing Xiu stared at her, his straight back finally buckled.

Wei Yi really thought that Jing Xiu had given up that ridiculous fantasy, but Jing Xiu spoke again with a low voice: "Please..."

"Let me try it. Can't you even try?"

It was a kind of humbleness that Wei Yizhen had never seen in Jing Xuan.

Wei Yi really couldn't tell what it was like, and even if she refused, she felt that she was unkind.

She compromised. There are some things that she didn’t want to say, but Jingxuan is likely to be insulting herself. There are some things she must say first: "There is one thing that Yuyan’s mother asked me to convey. If you listen If you still want to see her afterwards, I will take you there."

Jing Xiu looked at her intently, waiting for the following.

"The people who came...not only Yu Yan's mother and relatives, but also... and Yu Yan's..." Wei Yizhen felt like a cruel executioner, "Fiance, talked for many years."

Ji Yooyan's mother hopes to give Ji Yooyan a clear name behind her, so she hopes that Jing Xiu can hold her hands high and stop giving the media more room for reverie. Although Wei Yizhen knew that Ji Yooyan loved Jingxun, but about the marriage contract, she didn't understand and didn't have time to investigate the specific ins and outs. As the survivor, Ji Yooyan's mother and relatives said yes, that should be it. After all, this is Ji Youyan's family affair. As an outsider and an intermediary, she disagrees with Zhong Qingyu's treatment of Jingxun, and can only respect her wishes.

With the knife in his hand, Jing Xun's eyes suddenly enlarged as she watched her, his expression changed several times, and finally turned into a dead-water calm.

"It's okay. You take me to see Auntie." Jing Xiu said softly. She squeezed Jade hard, her palm hurting but she couldn't bear to let go of her strength.

So, was it a deception from the beginning? For a moment, did Jing Xun really know Ji Yoon? Did he really know Ji Yoon? Ji Yoo said in the end, do you love her? She is like a mystery, always mysterious, always let her up and down in suspicion and anxiety.

But it’s okay, really. She has long been used to it.

As long as she is still alive.

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I fixed the details.

Teacher Ji should be able to talk in the next chapter.

Ji·BaoGuo·Yuoyan is preparing to scam the corpse: Uuuu, I wanted to sit up in the last chapter.