Chapter 438 My sensibility was buried in the past, for a long time
Gong Jiuhan, who came out of the hospital, went to see Jiang Fei.
She looked at the person who was pouring tea for her leisurely, then sank herself into the chair, her eyes were careless:
"Your surgeon sits casually."
Other doctors are so busy that they don’t touch the ground all day, but when they come to Jiang Fei, they change their style of painting, and they always see him busy in their own laboratory.
Or, it is to tinker with various medical experiments in the medical research base.
Put the tea in front of Gong Jiuhan, the coldness in Jiang Fei's eyes faded away, and she smiled slightly: "The doctors in the surgery department grabbed a lot, and I have more important things to do."
Related to the extraction of Gong Jiuan's medicine, it is stuck in a bottleneck period, and it cannot be broken through no matter what.
Speaking of which, the former Jiang Fei may not have thought that he would pick up the white coat that once terrified him the most.
In his memory, this identity represented destruction to him.
It was only after meeting Gong Jiuan that he realized that this kind of destruction is called Xiangsheng.
Born to the dark.
He will never forget that in that white cage, when the young man was receiving the death penalty that made all the test subjects feel fear from their souls, he looked calm and calm.
Obviously, her face was already pale, and sweat dripped from her forehead, but during the whole process, there was not a single syllable from her mouth.
Even between her brows, apart from dryness and hostility, there was no expression that could be described by words like "pain" and "fear".
There is only numbness, numbness at a glance.
And this kind of numbness greatly fueled those people's interest in her. Later, her "criminal law" was the highest among all the experimental subjects.
He paid attention to her for a long time before he mustered up the courage to go to her side and asked her why she had to be so strong and calm in such a predicament, which would only make him suffer more pain.
But at that time, the young man with an immature face gave him a fluttering look, and said:
"When you have experienced indescribable darkness, this indescribable feeling is called life."
Angry students.
She said that this kind of torture is anger to her.
The young master Jiang Fei, who grew up with a golden spoon in his mouth, had already been tortured in that place, but at that moment, when he looked at the younger boy in front of him, something broke out of his chest.
Later he thought about it, probably, it is also called life.
Blooming the vitality of flowers in the darkness.
As the tea on the table rises with heat, there is a faint fragrance.
Gong Jiu looked down at the pale blue porcelain cup, and suddenly remembered that there was a person who also liked drinking tea very much, and in his place, he set up a special cabinet to store all kinds of tea.
She stretched out her hand, picked up the teacup, and clicked her tongue: "You feel at ease by throwing the pot away."
Put it between your lips and take a sip, a faint fragrance fills your mouth.
Seeing that she drank it, Jiang Fei twitched the corner of her mouth: "This tea has a mild fragrance and is not as refreshing as other teas. It is most suitable for you to drink."
Gong Jiuan actually rarely drinks tea.
Because of the nervous tension, her sleep quality is not good. If she drinks tea, it is equivalent to not sleeping.
"Yes, it's okay," Gong Jiu nodded her chin. She held the teacup between her fingers and didn't put it away. Looking at the scene outside the pavilion in a blink of an eye, she breathed out: "Actually, you don't have to worry about being so serious, whether you study medicine or not, It didn’t make much of an impact on me.”
Her nervous condition has been with her for many years. Speaking of which, Gong Jiuhan is somewhat used to it.
It's just sad.
It's just... lonely.
The smile on the corner of Jiang Fei's mouth tightened a bit: "It's not serious, I'm a doctor, so I can't bring up your case."
Knowing that he didn't like her saying these words, Gong Jiu was afraid that this person would think she didn't want to live, so she clicked her tongue and didn't speak.
She just felt that it was too hard for Jiang Fei to run around for herself.
This kind of hopeless rush is meaningless.
But if you are willing to find something to consume, it is better than staring at her body every day.
"By the way, I heard you had a fight with Jun Gu?"
When Jiang Fei asked about this matter, Gong Jiu paused for a moment before going to see him: "Why do you ask this?"
Looking at the boy's dull eyes, Jiang Fei smiled knowingly: "That's it."
"I think he probably knows your identity now?"
Fortunately, there was no loss after this.
He put down the cup in his hand, some words were repeated in his heart, and he still asked:
"I know he is different to you, why should you reject it? After all, you are not really a boy, you are compatible in gender, you could have been together, and I remember that you are not a fearful man people."
The temperature of the hot tea in the cup has dropped a bit, and there is not much left. Gong Jiu's drooping eyes flickered, making it hard to see what was in her eyes.
No one saw that Jiang Fei's seemingly random movements contained a very shallow tension, which leaked out from his slightly curled fingertips.
When he asked this question, he still had a touch of luck deep in his heart.
Perhaps he also hopes to hear the person in front of him say that it is not what he thinks.
But he was still disappointed.
Because the boy in front of him said: "In this world, people don't live according to their will. Do you think people like me have a future?"
She shook her head: "No, a person like me has no future, or rather, my future is unknown, so why should I take another person to take risks with me?"
It is not willful obedience, the essence of the matter will be resolved
Aside from family threats, she herself is not suitable for companionship.
Different from the love in friendship, the loss of love in love is a heavy blow. No one can accept that the person who will accompany him for the rest of his life leaves him first.
The same goes for going crazy.
If a person like Jun Gu has a lover, it will be a family matter, because she knows that his bones are full of love.
She didn't make a decision in the name of what was best for him. She just stood on an objective standpoint and made the choice she thought was the best.
Jiang Fei also suddenly understood at this time that the person in front of him didn't care about the guy named Jun Gu.
Instead, he put people into the deepest part of his heart and carefully protected them.
It was also at this time that he realized that even though he had been with him for many years, he could only stop at the level of relatives and friends.
He knew her.
The space was quiet for a while before Jiang Fei poured tea for her again, with a smile on her lips, as if she was relieved, but also as if she suddenly realized something:
"I understand."
But being able to stand beside her and fight with her is already his greatest love.
Some things don't necessarily have to result.
"But I still want to say, you don't have to be so rational in everything, sometimes it might be better to be emotional."
He knew how much that Jun Gu had done for her without telling the people in front of him.
Just by destroying a lot of foundations of the Gu Clan's offshoots, it can be seen that Jun Gu attaches great importance to Gong Jiuan.
You must know that before this, Gu Shen, the well-known son of the Beijing circle, had always disdained to participate in the battle of these forces.
He, Jiang Fei, may stand beside Gong Jiuhan and have a more straightforward opportunity to be nice to Gong Jiuhan, but that person can only hide his thoughts in his actions and sweep the way ahead for her.
Gong Jiuyin doesn't know about these things, what Jun Gu showed her was what he wanted her to see.
Speaking of which, Jiang Fei admires Jun Gu.
Now, there is only one Jun Gu who can compete with them.
Taking a sip of tea, Gong Jiuhan said calmly, "A Fei, you forgot, my sensibility was buried in the past."
She hooked her lips and smiled slightly, with rare loneliness in her eyes: "It's been a long time."
The burden on her body tells her that she can only be rational.
Something sank in Jiang Fei's chest. After all, he resisted the urge to raise his hand to help the young man, and just tapped his fingertips on the teacup.
Changed the subject inadvertently.
"Just got the news that you are going to let the Lin family go? Why did you suddenly change your mind?"
Gong Jiu gave a lazy oh, and explained casually: "Someone begged me."
To her, this kind of words are plain and as if they should be.
Jiang Fei smiled lowly: "You, you, I'm afraid you are doing something again and waiting for someone to get into you."
The young man curled up in the big sofa chair, lazily drooping his eyelids, looking at the bright scenery outside the pavilion.
"It's getting dark, and the undercurrent of night is about to begin."
The layout of several years is about to begin to lift the curtain of danger.
The second anger is not the other’s anger. Chinese culture is extensive and profound. The anger here refers to the breath of vitality. I’m afraid that the babies will jump while watching, so I think it’s better to specify it haha~
(end of this chapter)