I won't chase you a second time

Chapter 37

On the fifth day after returning home, Song Ruimin returned to his country, and hurriedly arrived at Jiang Wensong's apartment with bags of presents.

Jiang Wensong woke up early in the morning. When the doorbell rang, he was eating bread on the sofa for breakfast.

As soon as the door opened, Song Ruimin ignored Jiang Wensong's surprised expression, and squeezed in with his things.

"Oh baby, I'm so exhausted! Come and help me get some, it's all for you!" Song Ruimin said in a dusty way.

"Auntie, why didn't you tell me when you returned home early?" Jiang Wensong looked at Song Ruimin in surprise, took the big and small bags, and put them on the sofa beside him.

"I have a surprise for you!"

Song Ruimin took off his sunglasses, looked at Jiang Wensong with a smile, glanced up and down, nodded in satisfaction, and was about to turn his head to introduce the things she bought for Jiang Wensong, when he caught a glimpse of the convenience items pasted everywhere in the house stick.

On the refrigerator, on the cabinet, and even on the tea table, post-it notes of different colors are all over the place.

The original good mood suddenly disappeared without a trace, and even the agile movements of his subordinates stopped.

Seeing this, Jiang Wensong silently stuffed the A4 paper on the coffee table into the compartment below.

Song Ruimin suppressed his smile and looked at Jiang Wensong.

"It's okay, auntie. I'm not in a good state recently." Jiang Wensong pulled Song Ruimin to sit on the sofa, and asked her, "Auntie, what did you bring me?"

"..." Song Ruimin frowned at him, no longer in the mood for an introduction.

When Jiang Wensong was in the worst state before, he used this simple and rude method to paste all the things he wanted to remember all over the place where he could see at a glance.

If you peel off a post-it note, you will know how simple and basic these things he wants to remember are.

Jiang Wensong opened the shopping bags on his own, happily unwrapping the presents.

"Go see a doctor tomorrow." Song Ruimin said.

Jiang Wensong lowered his head to try on the sneakers, but nodded expressionlessly.

After a while, the hand slowly stopped unwrapping the gift, lowered its head and fiddled with the packaging bag, and suddenly said, "Auntie, I'm sorry."

"What's wrong?" Song Ruimin didn't understand.

Jiang Wensong told him about Jiang Yuantao.

Song Ruimin didn't speak for a long time, finally heaved a sigh, stretched out his hand to hold Jiang Wensong's hand, and patted it again and again.

She really wanted Jiang Wensong to never contact Jiang Yuantao again, but occasionally she didn't know where she should tell him never to see his father.

The next day, Song Ruimin took Jiang Wensong to see a doctor, and after listening to the doctor's advice, he decided to take Jiang Wensong out on a trip to relax, so that he would not be stuck in it all the time.

Song Ruimin knew that Jiang Wensong liked mountains and seas, so he planned to take Jiang Wensong to climb the mountains first, and then go to see the sea together.

Before the trip, Jiang Wensong sat on the carpet in the bedroom, arranging his clothes.

When He Mingxu called, Jiang Wensong had already packed the boxes super quickly, and was sitting in a daze.

After the video call was connected, the other end of the phone was still dark, Jiang Wensong couldn't help asking, "Where are you calling me?"

He Mingxu's voice was muffled, "The corridor."

Jiang Wensong nodded and stopped talking.

He Mingxu looked at Jiang Wensong, leaning on a big sofa, tilting his head to face the screen, his small face nestled in a thick sweater hat, looking very obedient.

"Thin?" But He Mingxu felt that Jiang Wensong's spirit was not very good.

"No." Jiang Wensong touched his face subconsciously.

"Tomorrow I'm going to climb the mountain." Jiang Wensong decided to change to a new topic.

"one person?"

"No, with my aunt."

"En." He Mingxu nodded, and suddenly the screen fell down, and the originally unclear picture turned into pure black. After a while, He Mingxu whispered: "Stop talking, someone came to check, I'll take it The next training will be very busy, good night, you have a good rest and eat more."

"Okay." Jiang Wensong nodded and hung up the phone.

After a long time, he sighed again.

"He Mingxu, he Mingxu, he Mingxu, he Mingxu, he Mingxu." Jiang Wensong said softly to himself.

The weather was fine that day when we went to climb the mountain, and even Jiang Wensong's mood became better.

It's just a fly in the ointment. Although my aunt was enthusiastic, she had no choice but to keep up with her enthusiasm. She stopped and walked to the middle of the mountain and sat in the gazebo.

"Auntie, you can go up to take the cable car later, and just climb up a little bit." Jiang Wensong gave her a sincere suggestion.

"Ah, that's good, I really can't move anymore." Song Ruimin was panting while wiping off his sweat.

"Oh, the scenery here is really nice, baby." Song Ruimin looked at the scenery outside the gazebo. Although it was still halfway up the mountain, the scenery overlooking it was quite shocking.

Song Ruimin rested for a while, then became interested again, and dragged Jiang Wensong to take pictures.

"Smile, don't be so stiff." Song Ruimin held up the camera and taught Jiang Wensong to pose seriously.

"Move as you please, I'll take a picture."

Jiang Wensong took pictures casually, and after a long time, the two continued to climb up to the place where the cable car was taken.

There are many small shops around, for drinks, snacks or souvenirs. Jiang Wensong took two cups of milk tea and handed them to his aunt who was sitting on the side resting.

"Oh, I'm really old." Song Ruimin took the milk tea and patted the side, "Come and rest."

During this period, Song Ruimin kept observing Jiang Wensong's expression, but he didn't dare to ask more questions.

After resting for a while, Jiang Wensong asked his aunt to wait for him on the cable car, and he continued to climb.

Originally Song Ruimin wanted Jiang Wensong to take the cable car up together, but seeing how persistent he was, he let him go.

Mountain climbing is indeed a very healing thing for Jiang Wensong. He does not think about anything, but feels the fresh air in the mountains and forests, and climbs slowly.

After climbing for a long time, another gazebo appeared in front of him. Jiang Wensong, whose physical strength was not much better, was panting and planned to take a rest.

There were many other tourists in the gazebo. Jiang Wensong sat in a corner by the side, leaning against the wooden fence, with a beautiful view behind him.

Looking at the beautiful scenery, it is easy to be in a daze.

There are a few children in the gazebo, running around the gazebo full of energy and laughing.

After resting for a while, Jiang Wensong moved his sore legs, intending to continue walking up.

As soon as he got up, the little boy running around bumped into Jiang Wensong's leg. Jiang Wensong subconsciously reached out to help him, but the little boy didn't stop, and ran forward again happily.

Before Jiang Wensong had walked a few steps, he saw the little boy rushing forward chasing another little boy, ran out of the gazebo, his small body swayed for a moment, and was about to rush down the hillside.

The body always responds faster than the brain. Amidst the screams around, Jiang Wensong quickly ran over and grabbed the boy by the collar, but because of the inertia of his body, the whole person fell down go.

After the fear and pain passed, Jiang Wensong lost consciousness.

Later, according to the aunt who was crying with snot and tears, she described the incident, but Jiang Wensong didn't feel much, because it had been three days since he fell into a coma.

That day, Jiang Wensong grabbed the child by the collar and held the child in his arms when he fell. The child was fine, and he survived a catastrophe. He got stuck on a tree branch at the foot of the mountain. Scrapped, and hit his head against a tree root on one side.

My aunt saw him open his eyes, and the eyes that had been swollen into walnuts began to shed tears again.

Jiang Wensong looked at her with no special expression.

Seeing his expression of not being able to remember anything, Song Ruimin cried even harder.

"Still...do you still remember my aunt?" Song Ruimin asked sobbingly, there was still a trace of expectation in his red eyes.

Jiang Wensong, who was lying on the hospital bed, shook his head.

Song Ruimin barely held back her tears, and didn't know whether she was comforting herself or Jiang Wensong, "It's possible, it's possible, the doctor said it might be all right in a few days, baby, don't worry."

Jiang Wensong wanted her not to call him baby, but because his throat was too dry, he only uttered a single sound.

Seeing this, Song Ruimin quickly picked up the water glass next to him.

Jiang Wensong drank the water, felt better, and finally expressed his first opinion, "Don't call me baby."

Song Ruimin seemed a little stunned, then seemed to find it funny again, nodded, "Understood, I won't bark from now on."

When Jiang Wensong was born, she loved his little nephew very much. She has loved him very much since she was a child. She has been called baby since she was a child. In the past, Jiang Wensong didn't like it, but the resistance was ineffective. She still I like to call Jiang Wensong Baobao.

Jiang Wensong nodded wearily, drooping his eyes, as if he was going to sleep again.

When Song Ruimin saw Jiang Wensong woke up, the big stone in his heart finally fell to the ground, and he went out of the house lightly, and closed the door.

Not long after Jiang Wensong woke up, he was still lethargic, and spent most of the time waking up.

Song Ruimin listened to the doctor's advice and told him to rest well, then went back to Jiang Wensong's apartment and moved his notebooks to the ward, planning to give Jiang Wensong his things when he was in better spirits.

In order to allow Jiang Wensong to rest well, Song Ruimin specially arranged a single room.

After resting in the hospital for another three or two days, Jiang Wensong's mental state improved a lot, and Song Ruimin handed him the phone and notebook.

The screen of the mobile phone was also crushed, and it was just repaired and delivered in the past few days.

"Are you feeling better today?" Song Ruimin asked him.

Jiang Wensong slowly nodded and shook his head.

Song Ruimin didn't continue to ask, and put the notebook neatly on the small cabinet beside the bed, and carefully instructed: "Here, these are all your old notes, you can read them, but don't read them for too long, you know? "

"Understood." Jiang Wensong nodded, his expression was still a little pale, and he even seemed to have lost a lot of weight.

After Song Ruimin gave some more instructions, he carried his bag and hurried to the company to deal with affairs.

The ward became quiet again. Jiang Wensong was holding his mobile phone, looking at the screen without any clue.

After a while, the phone suddenly vibrated, Jiang Wensong was taken aback, and looked at the note displayed on the screen in a daze.

"He Mingxu."