Thankfully, the painkillers worked.
Jin Zuo got through the pain of splitting his head. He could not even lift a finger.
Jiang Fu takes care of him. The mineral water he was going to drink is poured out. In order to wet the towel, she helps him wipe the sweat on his face.
It was about the second half of the night that he recovered.
"Was it that serious before?"
Seeing that he opened his eyes, she came up with concern.
Jin left raised his hand, took off the towel on his forehead, supported the mattress with his elbow, gritted his teeth and supported his upper body.
"I haven't been sick for a long time. I've ignored it for a long time."
"Is it a headache after a car accident?"
"Yes."
He murmured, feeble and very tired.
Jiang Fu knew that he was very tired, but she always felt that there was a thorn in her heart. It was not painful, but she couldn't ignore it.
In the most painful time, the person he called was not her, but Mo Huan Women?
This name is about the name of a woman, and she has never heard him mention it.
Words have a huff and puff, the expression is naturally hesitant.
In Jin Zuo's eyes, he understood her every move and naturally asked:
"what's the matter with you?"
"Is mo Huan your attending doctor?"
In a euphemistic way, she even found an excuse for him.
But in my heart, I still know that in that painful situation, his urgent murmur and attitude, this woman must be very important to him.
Jin left wrung eyebrow, don't understand why she has this one to ask.
"No, my doctor's name is Chen. He is a Chinese American who lives in Los Angeles and comes back to visit me once a year."
After a second's pause, he added another word: "male."
"Who is mo Huan?"
She did not look away, and he looked back frankly, without hesitation.
"I don't know."
He was determined to speak.
What Mo Huan? He didn't know at all. At least there was no woman named Mo Huan in his only circle of friends.
If it's the 18 line wild model and little star who have met each other and just meet each other and say they know each other, then he can't help it.
Women's sixth sense has always been accurate.
Whether a man lies to his face or not can be felt.
Not self comfort, or deception, Jiang Fu can really feel his honesty, does not feel that he is lying.
Even if the name came out of his mouth, more than once.
Maybe Is she really wrong?
It's still a few hours before dawn. It's time for him to have a good rest and sleep.
Accompany in his side, Jiang Fu also made sleepy very quickly, after hearing his steady long breath, she followed to sink into the dream.
Maybe she's too tired. She sleeps very shallow and dreams all the time.
In her dream, she kept chasing Jin Zuo's steps, but he was only willing to leave a figure behind.
It was not until he put another woman in his arms that she felt heartbroken.
Just when he thought that this was all, another person, with tears, hugged her from behind.
She slowly looked back and saw another Jin Zuo, who had always loved him.
……
When I woke up, I found that the dream had dissipated and it was already dawn.
Jin Zuo stood outside the car and watched the sunrise in the wild. When she woke up, her smile remained:
"it's time to go."
Jiang Fu wiped the cold sweat on her body, and she was at a loss.
Although it was a dream, she always felt that something was wrong. It seemed like a sign and a hint. He seemed to be getting farther and farther away from her
The tent was put away.
Jin Zuo slammed the door of the car, sat in the driver's seat, pulled the handbrake and started the car.
A turning on the gravel road, all the way to France.