Chapter 122

Chapter 122

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Chapter 122

It was a very, very long dream. Tan Cheng couldn't see what that dream was and who was there. He could only feel that the self in the dream was in such extreme pain that he couldn't find his way. Crying loudly, calling out over and over again, wanting to get a response, but he understands sadly in his heart that he is afraid that no one will respond in the future...

Tan Cheng never shed tears easily, but for some reason, when he realized this, the tears in his eyes slipped down without warning, and the feeling of despair hit Tan Cheng's reason. It was a kind of overwhelming sadness, strong Feelings were overwhelming, and Tan Cheng felt his hands and feet were numb, his blood was about to freeze, and his heart was about to suffocate. Only tears rolled down his cheeks, dripping on the corners of his mouth, on his chest, and on the ground... ....

This sadness from a dream suddenly woke Tan Cheng up. The incandescent light in his eyes was a little dim, it must be night... There were curtains all around to block off the face of the speaker next to him, and his hands were tied with A tube, dripping... No matter how you look at it, it is not the grayness in the dream.

However, maybe the pain in the dream was too intense, or maybe it was because Tan Cheng fell asleep, and Tan Cheng, who opened his eyes, couldn't recover for a while. He couldn't tell which was the dream and which was the reality. The tears in his eyes couldn't stop slide.

What was it, what was it that caused him such pain, such despair, such anger. It even made him in the dream feel that being alive is also a kind of grief...

"you're awake?!"

A slightly pleasantly surprised female voice came from the right. Tan Cheng turned his head slowly to look at the voice. Without glasses, Tan Cheng couldn't see clearly. It wasn't just one person, but four... ...

Suddenly, Tan Cheng came to his senses. He hurriedly raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes. He habitually tried to get the glasses from the bedside, but he couldn't get what he wanted. Instead, he knocked down the teacup on the bedside table.

"Hey! Be careful!" It was not the female voice that spoke this time. He was familiar with this voice. After all, he lived in the same lounge in Ninghua Village all these years. Although he, Tan Cheng, didn't like people very much. He chatted and had few friends, so he seemed to be a loner, but no matter how "indifferent to world affairs" he was, it was impossible for him not to hear that it was Zhang Jun's voice.

"Looking for glasses, right? Your glasses have gone somewhere for a long time. When I went shopping with Yalan the day before yesterday, I gave you a cheap one. Otherwise, your blindness will be a big deal. Look at it." Look, you couldn't recognize me with your eyes just now." While talking, Zhang Jun took out a glasses case from the bedside table and handed it to Tan Cheng, "I remember that your eyes seem to be over 500 degrees ? I gave you a five hundred one, try it, it may not be so clear, at least it’s better than nothing.”

Looking at the glasses case that was handed under his nose, Tan Cheng was a little dazed, and slowly sat up with his hands on the bed, but he never reached out to take what Zhang Jun was holding.

After holding it for a long time, no one took it, but Zhang Jun saw Tan Cheng looking at him suspiciously, and couldn't help but clicked his tongue, "Hey, let me tell you, what kind of eyes do you have? Here you are, just take it. It's cheap, don't you still dislike it at this time?"

Zhang Jun has already talked about this. Although Tan Cheng is a little confused, this person has good intentions anyway, and he may be thinking about what happened to him, he was injured and unconscious, so he helped... After all, he has a degree and does not have glasses. , it is really not very convenient.

Thinking of this, Tan Cheng lowered his eyes, reached out to take the glasses in Zhang Jun's hand, and nodded in thanks, "Thank you."

Looking at Tan Cheng's appearance, Zhang Jun always felt a little weird, hiss—but, he couldn't remember what was wrong, so he opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't say anything, and after struggling for a while, he said awkwardly: "...Thanks for the fart...."

Tan Cheng didn't care what Zhang Jun was thinking, and just took out his glasses and put them on. Although the glasses weren't strong enough, the 500 degrees really allowed him to see who the other three people who came were.

Besides Zhang Jun, there was another girl. Tan Cheng thought for a while before he realized that this person was Zhang Jun's girlfriend. She seemed to be called He Yalan. She should have been the one who spoke first. The other girl, Tan Cheng thought After a while, I couldn't remember who it was. It was someone I didn't know. As for the last one...

Wu Hai? Why is he here? Obviously he...

"how do you feel?"

But before Tan Cheng could think about it carefully, Wu Hai asked the two girls to sit down. There were only two chairs in the compartment of the ward, so the two girls sat down. Zhang Jun and Wu Hai naturally sat down. Sitting beside Tan Cheng's hospital bed.

This made Tan Cheng frowned slightly.

"What? It's still uncomfortable. Look at your eyebrows are so wrinkled." Zhang Jun touched an apple, wiped it on his clothes casually, and took two bites. "If you continue like this, you may have deep forehead wrinkles before you are 30 years old. "

Just as Zhang Jun finished speaking, he was kicked by He Yalan next to him, "You're so sloppy! I don't think you have wrinkled forehead, so you gave pesticides and died!"

"Hey, it's okay, it's just this one..."

Wu Hai looked helplessly at the two couples fighting, shook his head, and said to Tan Cheng, "Are you really not feeling well? If you don't feel well, call the doctor."

Tan Cheng was a little surprised by what Wu Hai said, and he sneered, "You rarely say such things."

Thinking that Tan Cheng was joking with him, Wu Hai laughed and said, "I still care when I should care, after all

, something like that happened to you..."

When Wu Hai mentioned this, Tan Cheng frowned even tighter. After a moment of silence, Tan Cheng breathed a sigh of relief and sighed slightly: "I thought I was going to die..."

It's just that Tan Cheng's words made Wu Hai look at Tan Cheng twice, how can I say... What's with the relief in Tan Cheng's words?

Although, one should be grateful to be alive, but this...

Wu Hai stared at Tan Cheng for a long time before tentatively saying, "Yes...it's a good thing that he didn't die."

"Yes." Tan Cheng smiled, "It's the first time I faced death, and I realized that death is really scary...Fortunately, fortunately, I'm fine."

"...."

Tan Cheng didn't pay attention to Wu Hai's complicated expression. Thinking of what happened the night before, he hurriedly asked, "By the way, how is Lin Hongxing? He went to look for Jiang Bo with me last night, and we only saw Jiang Bo's body!"

"Lin Hongxing? Jiang Bo? Last night?!" Hearing these two names suddenly, Zhang Jun looked at Tan Cheng in surprise, "What are you talking about, Tan Cheng? Lin Hongxing died a long time ago. It happened in May. It's the end of December, and in a few days it will be..."

Zhang Jun was about to continue, but Wu Hai patted Zhang Jun on the shoulder, signaling Zhang Jun to go out with him. Zhang Jun naturally sensed something was wrong with Tan Cheng. He glanced at Tan Cheng who was stunned by his words, nodded, and left the ward with Wu Hai.

Tan Cheng didn't notice the two of them leaving. It should be said that he was shocked by Zhang Jun's words, the end of December? Why do you wake up to the end of December? Didn't he still remember that he went to look for Wu Hai with Lin Hongxing yesterday, he saw Wu Hai's death, he saw that Lin Hongxing was dazed like a ghost, and he still...

He still remembers that he was almost strangled by something... the feeling of suffocation is still fresh in his memory.

Tan Cheng was stunned... he felt that everything was not right, he just woke up and didn't pay attention, and now he realized that it was supposed to be late spring and early summer in May, but Zhang Jun and the others were wearing thick winter clothes. .....

Thinking of this, Tan Cheng suddenly turned over to look out the window and turn on the TV to check today's date, but he accidentally pulled the needle on the back of his hand, and the back of his hand was soaked in blood in an instant.

"Ah! Tan Cheng, your hand!" The girl's exclamation did not bring Tan Cheng back to his senses. Tan Cheng couldn't care less about the bleeding on the back of his hand. He just wanted to confirm the current date and see if Zhang Jun had lied to him.

But when he turned on the TV in the ward and saw that the news broadcast was broadcasting, Tan Cheng's heart suddenly fell into ice. He couldn't even hear what the girl who rushed over to help him hold the veins on the back of his hand was saying.

The year was correct, but the date of the month was nearly eight months behind what he remembered...

December 28, 2014...

He....was in a coma for so long...?

It had been two hours since Zhang Jun and Wu Hai came back. Tan Cheng was sitting by the bed in a daze. He Yalan thought that Zhang Jun and Wu Hai had gone to see a doctor, but when they came back to the door of the ward, But no doctor followed.

Tan Cheng didn't know what he was thinking, and He Yalan didn't dare to disturb her, so she could only yell to indicate that Xia Tong was here to accompany Tan Cheng, and she quietly opened the curtain and walked out.

"Why have you been here for so long? Where's the doctor?" He Yalan was obviously anxious, and wanted to speak in a low voice, but when she said this, she became anxious and said loudly, "Why didn't you call the doctor? Tan Cheng is obviously... …”

Zhang Jun hurriedly covered He Yalan's mouth, and made a gesture of silence, "Shh! Don't say that," Zhang Jun looked into the ward, and saw Tan Cheng's dumbfounded side face, with a rare seriousness on his face, "Just now I didn't come, so you didn't say anything to Tan Cheng, did you?"

He Yalan shook her head, "I dare not say, Tan Cheng is like that, I'm afraid to say one more..."

"It's fine if you don't say anything." Wu Hai thought of the call they made to Qu Zhiwen just now. Qu Zhiwen obviously knew that Tan Cheng would become like this, but Qu Zhiwen didn't tell them that Tan Cheng would become like this. The reason for the appearance.

Just said one sentence:

"It's best for him to think that he has slept through the past few months."

Zhang Jun also thought of Qu Zhiwen's words, turned his head to look at the pensive Wu Hai, and said, "No wonder I think there is something wrong with him, and now I understand what is wrong."

Speaking of this, Zhang Jun took a deep breath, "He is being too polite to me. Indeed, without this period of getting along, Tan Cheng and I are just ordinary friends, not buddies."

"Yeah," Zhang Jun thought of Tan Cheng's attitude towards him just now, "he's not so friendly to me anymore."

"That's right. You and Tan Cheng didn't get along very well before."

"Haha, his personality really doesn't suit me."

After Wu Hai finished speaking, the two stopped talking, and the already quiet inpatient department became even quieter at night. He Yalan didn't know what to say, and went into the ward by herself.

Zhang Jun took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, shook out one and handed it to Wu Hai.

He lit the cigarette and took two deep puffs, "Do you think this is really good?"

"I don't know..." Wu Hai leaned against the cold wall of the hospital, thinking for a while, thinking of Qu Zhiwen's words, thinking of these recent experiences, thinking of Tan Cheng's obsession with the tomb, and even more... ...that ghost that Tan Cheng likes...

He didn't know much about the tomb, but at least he knew something about it when he went to Pingyao. The big tomb in Ninghua Village collapsed, and the ghost didn't

in the...

He didn't know how Tan Cheng would choose if Tan Cheng still remembered those things, but now Tan Cheng didn't remember, those memories, the feelings he lived to talk about, in the final analysis, how important he was to Tan Cheng, he couldn't make a decision.

"Actually, I was thinking. I don't know what happened in the past few months to Tan Cheng." Zhang Jun blew a smoke ring, "But I still know Tan Cheng. You If you tell him those things, he will care, why not treat Tan Cheng like Qu Zhiwen said..."

"Hey the first two, smoking is not allowed in hospitals! Do you have any common sense!"

Before Zhang Jun finished speaking, the nurse over there yelled at him in the corridor, hurriedly pinched out the butt of the cigarette, Zhang Jun smiled and said, "Sorry, sorry, I didn't think of it just now, we will pay attention."

"Really, your relatives are also hospitalized here. Many patients with respiratory diseases can't smell this!"

"I'm really sorry."

After the nagging nurse left, Zhang Jun wanted to continue what he had said just now, and wanted to say that this was the best way to treat Tan Cheng, but suddenly he couldn't say it. After all...who I don't know what is good for Tan Cheng. Although that memory is dangerous, at least as an archaeologist, Tan Cheng must have done a lot of research on that unknown dynasty during that time...

"Forget it, pretend I didn't say it..." Zhang Jun discouraged, "Let's go in and see what Tan Cheng has to say...

"What if he asked?" "

"Pick up the important ones?"

"...."

But when he returned to the ward, Tan Cheng was no longer as dumb as before.

Looking at the two people who had returned, Tan Cheng asked hesitantly, "I...was I just been in a coma after the injury yesterday?"

Zhang Jun and Wu Hai looked at each other. So Tan Cheng thought he had been in a coma all this time?

"Yeah..." After a while, Wu Hai said hesitantly, "You just woke up."

"What about Jiang Bo and Lin Hongxing? What's going on?"

To be honest, Tan Cheng still didn't believe in ghosts and gods... Just thinking about it, Tan Cheng suddenly felt a heart palpitation, which made him shake while standing.

Xia Tong who was closest to him hurried forward and took Tan Cheng's hand.

"Are you ok!"

Tan Cheng looked at the worried and blushing girl beside him, and shook his head, "It's fine, thank you."

"The deaths of Jiang Bo and Lin Hongxing...are related to Li Guoxian. Jingcha is investigating the murder case in Ninghua Village more than ten years ago, and it seems to be related to Li Guoxian."

"what?!"

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