Xiang Jiangming said this, but still took a look back.

Lu Qing was lying on the bed, his eyes were slightly swollen, his clothes were wrinkled, and the medicine in the medicine bottle was seen.

Xiang Jiangming pursed his lips gently, handed the sour plum soup to Zhou Ran, leaned into her ear and said calmly, waiting for me, then lifted the curtain and walked out, and called the nurse back in.

Lu Qing raised the needle and sat up from the bed. While supporting his hands on the bed, he accidentally took off his strength and his wrists softened, but he immediately adjusted his body and put his hands behind him.

Xiang Jiangming looked at him, slowly closed his smile, his eyebrows lightly clumped, and patted his shoulder: "Are you better?"

Lu Qing knew what he was asking, and for a moment, nodded slightly and said, "It's okay, it's definitely going to be uncomfortable."

Xiang Jiangming: "Look out."

Lu Qing uttered, saying, "Don't worry about me: "Don't look at me as young as I'm young. Actually, I've passed ten stages. You may not know that there are too few people going up ten stages, because it's difficult for people who have ten stages to trigger random books in the eighth or nineth stages. We must take the initiative to challenge the low-level original to avoid triggering random books, but we can't be too low, otherwise something big will happen."

Lu Qing paused, and then continued, "The people around me come and go and leave many people. In fact, I am already numb. It's just that Brother Yang and I have been together for a long time and have a deeper relationship."

Xiang Jiangming sighed: "Xue Haoyang is a good friend who plays the ball. He always buys drinks for the team. He is very good, but it's a pity."

Lu Qing heard this and said, "Yes, Brother Yang is gentle to everyone. But don't be depressed. Brother Yang has actually been open-minded. I remember that he often complained to me a few times in the past, but then he stopped complaining, saying that instead of having the time to complain, it is better to talk to people around you more and enjoy life. And we have already agreed that no matter who dies, you must not feel uncomfortable, just forget the other person."

Xiang Jiangming: "Is that true? He said so?"

Lu Qing nodded: "I definitely won't lie to you, I know him so well."

After Lu Qing finished speaking, the two of them suddenly fell silent again.

They looked at each other and saw the same thing in each other's eyes, which was fear of the unknown and desire to survive.

These people selected by the game are really unfortunate. Fear and desire fight each other every day. Once fear prevails, they are only cruel death.

Lu Qing first whispered and persuaded Xiang Jiangming: "Since you have been chosen by the game, this kind of separation from life and death is inevitable. You have experienced less, and you will be numb if you have experienced more. Young man, your level is still low, you will know when you have a few more books."

Xiang Jiangming rarely didn't criticize him, he just smiled at him.

Lu Qing raised his chin and continued to speak in the tone of an experienced person: "Hey, if you need help, come to me, senior. I'll take you through a few paragraphs for Sister Zhou Ran's sake, how about it?"

Xiang Jiangming: "Thank you."

Lu Qing slapped him: "I'm thankful for all those who have experienced life and death. Besides, it's the medical expenses you paid for me, and you're repaying me with a drop of water."

Xiang Jiangming raised his eyebrows: "How to report?"

Lu Qing yelled twice: "Anyway, that's what it means! I'll go back first, Sister Zhou Ran, thank you for your candy, we'll see you another day!"

Zhou Ran: "See you another day."

Lu Qing left, his steps became much happier. Before leaving, he turned back and walked away with a cup of sour plum soup.

Zhou Ran: "He seems to have adjusted well."

Xiang Jiangming turned around, smiled, and then said softly: "No."

Zhou Ran: "Hmm?"

Xiang Jiangming explained: "He woke up earlier than you. When he woke up, he pulled me to ask Xue Haoyang how he was. I said he couldn't do it anymore, and he said, "Oh, then I went out and came back. I saw him crying. When I came in, he stopped crying."

Zhou Ran: "He is afraid that you will laugh at him."

Xiang Jiangming: "He just thought too much, how could I make fun of him for such a thing?"

Zhou Ran guessed that he wouldn't.

If he were really like that, she wouldn't choose to be friends with him.

Xiang Jiangming sighed and said seriously: "How weak are tears? Who doesn't hide them and secretly leave them? Not everyone is as strong as me."

Zhou Ran: "..." Little Meigui came out and was beaten?

Xiang Jiangming said, suddenly a little nervous, turned his head and asked Zhou Ran: "Have you ever cried?"

Zhou Ran nodded honestly.

Xiang Jiangming immediately showed a heartache look, but he was very well controlled. He would not surpass his friends' boundaries except when he was joking, which made Zhou Ran feel comfortable and would not feel any pressure.

But Xiang Jiangming controlled his eyes so well. When he looked at him like this, it was like a kind old father felt sorry for his poor little daughter...

Seeing him like this, Zhou Ran smiled, turned her body and placed half of the sour plum soup on the table: "I cried because I had cried, but it wasn't as bad as you thought."

She said: "Actually, I think life is like this. Suffering will always come to everyone in various ways. It's just that our way is cruel. Instead of complaining with tears, it's better to save time and think about how to survive."

Xiang Jiangming nodded and said, let’s go together.

Zhou Ran nodded and suddenly called Xiang Jiangming: "President Xiang."

Xiang Jiangming: "Hmm?"

Zhou Ran: "Where are you? Have you ever cried?"

Xiang Jiangming sat on a chair with his feet on the stool bracket. The sunlight outside the house added a soft light to his fair skin. The young man's eyebrows and eyes were handsome, his long legs were bent, his elbows were supported on his knees, his palms were holding his chin, and his arms followed his head: "Well, I'm crying so badly. I'll just tell you, don't tell others."

When Zhou Ran heard this sentence "Don't tell others", she couldn't help but think of Little Rose's pear blossoms in the rain. The corners of her mouth were raised a little, but she was afraid that he would care, so she quickly pressed it down and pretended that nothing had happened to look at him.

Xiang Jiangming's eyes twitched: "Don't bear it, I know what you are thinking."

The air was quiet for a few seconds. The two of them looked at each other and then laughed out loud. Xiang Jiangming smiled so hard that he picked up the sour plum soup left on the table and drank it directly.

His movements were too natural, and Zhou Ran didn't have time to remind him to change the straw.

The boy took a few sips, his lips turned red with ice. The Adam's apple rolled up and down on his fair neck, making a sound of swallowing. Half a cup of sour plum soup was seen at the bottom. Xiang Jiangming finished drinking it and played the cup back. The ice cubes at the bottom of the cup collided, making a crisp sound.

This is a sound that only occurs in summer.

Xiang Jiangming remembered something when he put it back, turned his head and stared at the straw and hissed, his face blushed a little: "Sorry, I forgot."

Zhou Ran: "It's good that you don't mind."

Xiang Jiangming: "Of course I..."

He said halfway, and didn't say anything further.

It is 3:30 p.m.

Because Zhou Ran is a girl and looks relatively thin, she has one more glucose in her medicine bottle. She asked the nurse and it took about half an hour to get the injection. The two of them sat and lay down and started chatting.

This place is not too big, and it is a grievance for Xiang Jiangming's long legs that have nowhere to be placed.

Xiang Jiangming: "How is the bounty copy? Is it very perverted? I read the forum and was full of scolding."

Zhou Ran said it was okay, and then briefly talked about the content to Xiang Jiangming, especially focusing on the matter of the paper king.

Xiang Jiangming leaned on his wrist and smiled with tears in his eyes.

During this period, Xiang Jiangming also helped an old man move out of a wheelchair. He was moving, but he didn't know whether he was frightened by the players when the game was scared and funny, or he was excited to use someone's straw without being scolded. He never got off the corner of his mouth along the way, and he made some noises from time to time. The old man laughed kept asking him what happened and whether he was going to be a father.

Among countless ways to decompress, the ridicule game is the most effective. After the two of them laughed, the pressure was relieved a lot. They gathered together to discuss the main business.

Zhou Ran: "Are you ready to challenge the seventh paragraph?"

Xiang Jiangming smiled and said, "What are you going to prepare for this? This game is so perverted. Just plan to not be able to come back." After saying that, he closed his smile and added, "Of course, be prepared to step on it to death."

Zhou Ran glanced at him.

When Xiang Jiangming said this, he didn't look like a player who only experienced four games.

His eyes were deep, so when he was slightly defocused, he always felt far-reaching, as if he was hit by the waves, the more he was tortured by suffering, the clearer the edges and clearer they were, accumulating strength somewhere, ready to throw a fatal blow to fate at any time.

This is very similar to Zhou Ran's attitude. He can accept such a fate, but at the same time he will never accept his fate.

Zhou Ran got up after the injection, got out of bed and left the ward.

The two of them took the elevator down the corridor and turned to the hall on the first floor of the hospital.

The lobby was crowded and crowded. They tried to find the main entrance of the hospital, but as they walked, they suddenly heard a loud noise.

It was the time when the security guards handed over the shift. The originally stable order was in chaos. In front of the window of the medicine area, a half-bald middle-aged man was roaring at a woman.

Zhou Ran turned his head and listened. It was probably because the man had stepped in the line. The woman pointed out that he should be in order. The middle-aged man was so angry that he pointed at her and started to curse.

The man rumored: "Is there no priority in taking medicine? My grandson has a fever. Can't I take the medicine first?"

As the man finished speaking, everyone else in the team made sighs.

This is the hospital. Whoever took the medicine didn't have a headache or fever? If it was really an emergency, the doctor would definitely not let him queue up. Why is his grandson a human being, and others are not human beings?

However, although everyone thought he was doing something wrong, no one wanted to be the first to stand out, especially those behind the team. They were all cut in the line, but they shrank their necks and didn't say anything, and there was a smell of watching the excitement in their eyes.

Zhou Ran suddenly remembered the tribesmen outside the fish tank.

The numbness of the cold-eyed bystanders eventually led to a tragic death, which ended with the persecuted person.

The woman was not young anymore and was holding a child. Maybe she came to the hospital for treatment in a nearby county town. When she heard this, her eyes turned red and her mouth trembled and wanted to organize language.

Her skin was dark yellow and black, and she was wearing a pair of wide pants underneath. Her top was a vest with a cartoon pattern. It was obvious that she had washed her clothes many times. There were many missing patterns on her head, and the left part was washed white. It was barely obvious that she was a SpongeBob.

Her child is a girl, who looks three or four years old, wrapped in a blanket, her little face is covered with a sunburn, her movements are slow and dull, and her eyes are turning up a little.

The woman hugged the child and said with a bitter face: "I don't want to do it either, but my girl is also sick. She is having a fever, and her father drinks. No matter the child, I'm already so hot that I can't speak when I go back."

The sighs around him were even louder, but no one stood up and said anything.

When he found that no one had stood up for the orphan and widowed mother, the man became even more arrogant. He glanced at the child and said meanly: "Isn't this still open? Whose disease is not a disease? My grandson is younger than her. You are so disgusting. This position is mine. I just went to see my grandson. Why did you teach me a lesson when I came back!"

As he said, he reached out and pushed the woman. The woman exclaimed, and the people around him were trying to fight, so they came over like chicken blood.
To be continued...