I'm waiting for you

  "Come over after you get off work," Nie Zhiyan's sentence "I won't come over then" was blocked by Lu Yiheng in her abdomen, she wanted to say forget it, but Lu Yiheng didn't give her a chance to retort.

  "It's settled then, Nai Zhiyan, remember to come over after work, I'll be waiting for you here."

  Who said it was settled? Who told you it was settled? It's obviously just you talking!

  Nie Zhiyan floated out of the ward and left the hospital, having no idea what Lu Yiheng was thinking.

  Less than half an hour after she left, Mrs. Lu arrived with two breakfasts in hand. She was beaming with a radiant complexion and didn't look uncomfortable at all.

  He pushed open the door of the ward and found that there was only one Lu Yiheng in the ward, lying lazily on the bed, staring at the ceiling with a thoughtful expression.

  Lu Mama exclaimed and asked: "Yiheng, where's Yan?"

  "He's gone."

  "Has she left?" Mrs. Lu's voice was filled with disappointment as she muttered to herself, "I even brought her breakfast, how could she just leave like that?"

  When Lu Yiheng came out after washing up, his mother asked again: "Why didn't you keep her?"

  Lu Yiheng didn't say a word, and directly opened the box. There was plain porridge and some small dishes inside, enough for two people. He held his chopsticks with his left hand and started eating skillfully. It wasn't until after a long while that he finally said: "She's gone to work."

  "She will come over tonight."

  Lu Mama's eyes lit up and she stared at her son who was calm as usual, saying: "She stayed with you for a whole night?"

  Kept watch for a night? Lu Yiheng shook his head, Nie Zhiyan slept extremely well that night, but it was him who couldn't sleep, because her breathing sounds kept startling him every now and then, reminding himself that she was right beside him, quietly asleep.

  Near at hand, no longer far away.

  This feeling, no one will understand.

  "It was I who kept watch over her for a whole night," Lu Yiheng explained. "I didn't sleep all night, but she slept very well."

  Mrs. Lu knew why her son couldn't sleep all night, she sighed and thought that her son was completely different from before, from sunny to depressed, then to energetic, and finally to the current cold appearance, Mrs. Lu watched him grow up without blaming him for a single word.

  Her own son, she knew better than anyone else, was a stubborn fool, and no matter how much she tried to persuade him, it was like playing the piano to a cow.

  "You scared Yanyan half to death yesterday," Lu Mama said, recalling Nie Zhiyan's flustered appearance at the time and couldn't help but mutter, "If it wasn't for me and Xinyue chasing after you all the way to the residential area, just in time to bump into her struggling to support you out, who knows what state you would have gotten Yanyan into? Her small arms and legs supporting your large frame, it's heart-wrenching just looking at it."

  Lu Yiheng put down the chopsticks in his hand, looked at Lu's mother with a suspicious gaze, and asked with a smile that was not quite a smile: "Aren't you uncomfortable? Is everything all right now?"

  Lu Mama quickly shook her head and said, "Nothing's wrong, what could be wrong? I was just worried about you."

  Lu Yi Heng responded with an "oh" and a nod, indicating he understood.

  The day passed particularly slowly, the second hand ticking away, and it wasn't until noon that the doctor came to give him an IV drip. Lu Yiheng almost watched as each drop fell one by one, then flowed into his own blood vessels, extremely slow, three times slower than a snail crawling.

  Finally at six o'clock, Nie Zhiyan rushed to the hospital and saw Lu Yiheng sitting on a chair in the hospital corridor. He had his legs crossed, slightly lowering his head to read the newspaper in his hand. She stood far away at the entrance of the corridor, sunlight filtering through the gaps between the leaves, shining down on him, forming mottled light and shadow, just like the scene she had imagined countless times in her heart when she was abroad, those blurry, unreal silhouettes, would there be a slender man who suddenly turned his head, smiled at her with lowered eyebrows, and called out to her "Zhiyan".