Finally, the man could only complain in his heart: What kind of young man? He is only a few years older than him.

What is the feeling of elders déjà vu on younger generations?

But because the other party is the editor who gave him an olive branch, he will not say these words.

...

"I have something to do and I'm leaving first."

Editor Zhang got up from the chair.

“It’s raining.”

Someone shouted in the ward.

The man subconsciously supported himself and looked towards the window.

He was not a bed by the window, but a bed was separated from the window.

"What are you doing?"

Editor Zhang frowned, "You are still empty."

The man knew that Editor Zhang was right.

But after holding on for so much time, he felt his arms trembling.

He let himself fall back on the bed.

He has seen it.

It really rained outside.

The ward is not noisy.

When he calmed down, he could hear the sound of rain hitting the windowsill.

“It’s raining.”

He murmured.

"Yeah, it's raining."

Editor Zhang was puzzled, "What's wrong with it raining?"

"It's raining, Ah rain is coming."

The man's words made Editor Zhang's frown tighter and tighter, and he was not in a hurry to leave.

He sat back on the chair and lowered the volume a little.

After all, this is not something to discuss loudly.

"Zhang He, are you finished?"

He was a little impatient.

How many times do he have to say the same thing?

"A Yu is gone."

"Did you find Ayu for so long that day?"

"No."

He doesn't have to ask the man, he knows the answer to this question.

"She's gone."

"Whether she is dead or not, wouldn't you just pretend she is gone?"

"Why must I find her?"

Editor Zhang paused for a moment and continued, "It's just that I'm so reasonable."

"If you meet someone else, you may have been mentally ill."

"Do you know the consequences?"

Editor Zhang's face showed a bit of coldness.

...

"She is injured."

Man, right?

This is what he couldn't let go of.

Editor Zhang was speechless.

Is this back to the origin?

So, why do you care whether she was injured?

Wouldn't it be nice when she dies?

Even if she is not an hallucination, she is not a good thing.

It's time to thank God if you haven't been entangled.

He even took the initiative to get involved with the other party.

If something really happens, don't say anything about regrets.

......

"...You won't like that Ah Yu, do you?"

Editor Zhang suddenly asked with a strange expression.

"How could it be?"

The man looked surprised and surprised. "Plus yesterday, we only met three times."

"I love you at first sight, let alone you have three sides."

Editor Zhang still had some doubts on his face.

The man shook his head, "No."

He hadn't thought about this direction.

“Ayu is not the type I like.”

"Then do you care so much about her?"

Editor Zhang looked at the man with some scrutiny.

"Ayu helped me."

"I promised to be my model again."

"We should be friends."

"At least I treat her as a friend."

"Without knowing she might be injured, isn't it normal for her to worry about her?"

There seems to be nothing wrong with the man's words.

However, the premise is that Ayu is a human.

Instead of some non-human who is unclear intent and suspected of having ill-behavior.

Editor Zhang waved his hand, "I won't argue with you anymore."

"Do whatever you like."

"But you don't want to find her today."

Seeing the man's expression of why, Editor Zhang smiled and said, "Can you get up?"

"Can you walk out of this building?"

"Don't just leave when I get a call from the hospital to call me over."

"Then I won't come."

"You might as well find your friends."

"Why would you explain to your parents why you have to run out of the hospital when you are sick?"

"Are you looking for death?"

Well……

The man was stunned.

He tried it secretly.

I found that my hands and feet were weak and my whole body was weak. Even if I could get out of bed, I probably couldn't get out of this hospitalized building as Editor Zhang said.

His hand, which was hidden under the quilt, couldn't help but clench his fists and knocked hard on the bed.
To be continued...