It Seems There is Light

Irritability

With Shi An’s looks, it was not uncommon for girls to look back at him or blush as they walked down the street.

But that was the extent of their relationship with Shi An.

Shen Qiaoqiao was sitting on the edge of the bed with her head slightly bowed and her hair hanging down to faintly cover half of her pretty face. She gently pulled her hair back while handing the phone to Shi An. The tips of her ears were still glowing red.

Shi An was sitting on the bed, his face still looked a little pale, and his clean white shirt made him look thin and slender. He gently pressed the book on his lap with one hand and picked up the phone that Shen Qiaoqiao handed him with the other.

The two were both dressed in white, a boy and girl with a clean look, one was leaning and one was sitting. Outside the window was the plain gray sky.

When the phone was handed over, Shen Qiaoqiao’s fingertips unintentionally touched Shi An’s hand.

The irritability in Yan Liang’s heart suddenly rose again.

People were especially prone to irritability when they were tired. Yan Liang didn’t return to Qingjiu Alley until it was three in the morning last night and when he woke up, he rushed to hospital again, so he was tired and his brain was a bit confused.

And he inexplicably held a full heart of fire.

Yan Liang rubbed his hair a little irritably, turned around and changed direction, standing facing the wall.

The inexplicable and lingering depression of the last few days and today’s uncontrollable rage mixed together, burning him a little unsettled. Last night Shi An had a sudden illness that really scared him, and today he was a little bit unable to recover from it.

In short, all kinds of emotions were mixed together, so that the usually bright Yan Liang didn’t look very happy.

Zhou Yuan went to the bedside to talk with Shi An. Shen Qiaoqiao sat awkwardly on the side, but did not seem to have the intention to leave.

The inexplicable irritability in his heart made Yan Liang extremely uncomfortable. He felt that his breathing was heavier, making him frown uncontrollably.

“Yan Liang,” Zhou Yuan called him, “What are you doing standing there? Are you thinking about the wall? ”

Yan Liang let out a small breath and turned around to meet Shi An’s light-colored eyes.

Shi An was in a mild mood; the pair of watery amber eyes would always look very gentle, as if looking at something precious. However, more often than not, these eyes were clear and cool, like being repeatedly wet by snow several times.

But now those eyes looked gentle.

“What’s wrong with you?” Shi An asked him, “Didn’t you stay here late last night? Why did you come back this morning?”

“It wasn’t too late, I left after you finished your infusion,” Yan Liang answered him before looking at Shen Qiaoqiao again for a moment, “I came to see you.”

Yan Liang seemed to be in a bad mood.

Shi An was a bit unsure, he looked closely at Yan Liang’s expression, while casually playing with his phone in his hand.

Yan Liang’s eyes followed Shi An’s movements and fell on the back of Shi An’s hand, his gaze pausing there.

The back of Shi An’s left hand, which had a needle inserted, had a bruise on it. It was particularly striking on the cold white skin.

Yan Liang’s heart suddenly thumped. He stepped over to look at Shi An’s hand, frowning slightly, “How can it be bruised? I clearly massage it for a long time after the needle was withdrawn last night.”

He seemed to want to pick up Shi An’s hand to take a closer look, but was afraid to poke the needle, so he stretched out two fingers and gently pressed them against Shi An’s wrist and moved down to look.

Yan Liang looked at the needle and subconsciously turned his head to look at the bottle and was taken aback.

The drip rate was set very fast, probably more than sixty drops a minute. Yan Liang’s frowned. He reached out and slowed down the drip rate, saying: “Why is it so fast? Shi An, did you adjust it yourself?”

Shi An’s eyelashes didn’t even flutter, his pale lips slightly open, but as soon as he wanted to say no, Yan Liang continued: “Are you crazy? Do you want to die adjusting this so fast?!”

His good-looking eyebrows were tightly furrowed and the beautiful peach blossom eyes, after hiding the smile, actually gave people a sense of pressure that could not be ignored.

Such Yan Liang was too rare, Shi An was also slightly stunned.

Shen Qiaoqiao heard Yan Liang’s tone, and seemed to be frightened by Yan Liang. She suddenly stood up from her chair and stepped back timidly.

“Eh eh eh Yan Liang what are you doing? You’re scaring the girl!” Zhou Yuan reached out and pushed Yan Liang, “Why are you so cranky today?”

“What am I cranky about?” Yan Liang’s voice went completely cold, and his very dark eyes narrowed slightly, “What did I say? Didn’t I just tell him not to adjust the IV so fast? Do you know how dangerous it is?”

Yan Liang did not rest well last night, tired and agitated. His chest seemed to be blocked and his temples jumped suddenly, really uncomfortable.

He needed to keep adjusting his breathing frequency to not look too out of shape.

Especially when he turned his head to see Shen Qiaoqiao, the violence suddenly came out again.

The previous day’s inexplicable depression and unhappiness made Yan Liang too uncomfortable. He looked at Shen Qiaoqiao, only to feel the restlessness of the heart burning hot.

Why did she always look like she was about to cry, and who was she going to show this expression to?

Yan Liang couldn’t help feeling a little disgusted with her expression.

But obviously, his childhood upbringing did not allow him to make such inexplicable and malicious comments about a girl who was a complete stranger. Yan Liang was quickly taken aback by his own rudeness.

This shock doused all the inexplicable depression in his heart and Yan Liang’s head suddenly went blank for a moment.

It was like a forgetful old man who was still muttering what he was looking for in one second, and the next second, he forgot all about it.

Standing in place, Yan Liang was a little confused.

What was he doing?

What was he thinking about?

He had been like this from time to time in these few days. The gloom in his heart was still chaotic and he was still unable to find the source that made him confused and uncomfortable.

It was as if a person full of resentment hit the cotton with a punch. The anger couldn’t be vented, but it leaked clean, leaving only a vague and lingering stain.

Yan Liang blinked inexplicably, and his expression returned to his usual mildness, only to look a little tired.

“You sleep too little, so cranky,” Zhou Yuan laughed at him, “You go back to catch up on your sleep at noon today. Look at how sleepy you are, the dark circles under your eyes are coming out.”

“Really?” Yan Liang found a stool and sat down, “I’m so handsome, it’s okay to have dark circles under my eyes.”

“Hey why are you like this!”1 Zhou Yuan laughed and gagged with him for a few moments, and the air in the ward soon lightened up again.

Shi An was playing with the phone with his right hand. The expression on his face was still very pale, but his knuckles were squeezed tightly, so tight that they turned white.

Just now he saw Yan Liang look at Shen Qiaoqiao’s eyes; for a moment they were filled with malice and discontent.

Maybe not even for a moment, this look was put back by Yan Liang, then he was like a child who had always been good and made a mistake for the first time, showing an apologetic and bewildered expression.

He looked like this, so Shi An couldn’t help but to come up with an idea that had near-zero possibility again, but it was the most reasonable.

But how was it possible.

That was something Shi An didn’t even dare to think about.

He sighed lightly in his heart and turned his head to put the phone on the bedside table. Yet, once he turned his head, he met Shen Qiaoqiao’s glittering eyes again.

“Today is New Year’s Day,” Shi An said lightly, “Not going home?”

“…Ah, go, then, I, I’m leaving.” Shen Qiaoqiao bit her lip again. She bent down and casually set up the chair, and then turned her head to look at Shi An.

Shi An was a little puzzled by her look. He reached out and gently clicked on the phone screen and said, “Trouble you to run here. Happy New Year.”

“…En, it’s not a trouble.” Shen Qiaoqiao slightly buried her head, the broken hair hanging down covering her face.

She seemed to be a little pleased, relieved to say Happy New Year, and then turned and went out.

Once Shen Qiaoqiao left, the awkward atmosphere in the ward really dissipated. Zhou Yuan leaned back in his chair with a sigh of relief. “Damn, I’m embarrassed. Shi An, when did you have such a familiar classmate?”

It was no wonder that Zhou Yuan felt embarrassed. Shi An interpersonal circle was really small, so there were only a few people he knew well. Today, he suddenly met a stranger who was beyond their cognitive range, and she was even a girl.

“Eh,” Zhou Yuan got up again to approach Shi An, “Do you really not see it or pretend to not see it? I feel like she likes you.”

Shi An closed the book on his lap and pressed his fingers against the spine. He looked up at Zhou Yuan and said, “En?”

“You really didn’t see it?” Zhou Yuan smacked his lips, leaned back and tilted the two chair legs, “So obvious but you cannot see it? You see, she was just waiting for you to say Happy New Year to her.”

Shi An thought for a while, and then he realized it and couldn’t help but let out a gentle ah from the bottom of his heart.

This feeling was actually quite familiar to him, just like how he looked forward to Yan Liang’s good morning and good afternoon every day, intentionally or unintentionally.

Probably people were really irritable when they were sleepy. Yan Liang couldn’t stop himself from whisking the ground with the toe of his shoe and asking something irrelevant:2 “Can you eat these days?”

“I can eat,” Shi An nodded, “Porridge or water.”

“Damn, you’re too miserable. It’s New Year’s Day and you’re drinking water?” Zhou Yuan grinned and yelled, “That’s too bad.”

“It’s okay.” Shi An was not very interested in food so he did not find it difficult to get through.

The few people chatted casually for a while.

“Go back, ba. Zhou Yuan, don’t you need to visit relatives or something?” Shi An said, turning his head to look at the faint blueish gray under Yan Liang’s eyes. His heart couldn’t stop being sour and soft, “You go back and rest for a while.”

“Okay, I’m going back to my grandmother’s house this afternoon,” Zhou Yuan stood up and pushed Yan Liang’s shoulder, “Let’s go?”

Yan Liang’s mood had been much better, stretching his eyebrows and smiling: “You go out first, I’ll show Shi An something.”

When Yan Liang smiled, his upper lip would show two small fangs. He drove Zhou Yuan out of the door before mysteriously flipping out his phone.

Shi An’s eyelids moved slightly, forcibly taking back the eyes placed on Yan Liang’s small fangs and putting them on the screen.

Yan Liang opened a video in the album and turned on the volume and lowered it to Shi An’s eyes.

The light in the video was very dim, but because the lens was so close, it could be seen clearly.

The video was taken last night; Shi An was lying on the bed and Yan Liang stretched out an arm and wrapped around him with a quilt to prevent him from moving.

Yan Liang probably had one arm around him and holding the phone in the other; the video was shaking. It could be seen that Shi An was struggling slightly, and the slender eyelashes trembled fiercely.

“You, you let…let go of me,” Shi An in the video frowned, his voice was soft and light. He looked like he was struggling because of couldn’t move, “You, you let go…bas, bastard…”

Probably because he couldn’t break free, he unconsciously let out a crying moan.

Shi An slowly opened his eyes wide and looked at himself in the video. His pale lips opened and closed, and only after a long time did he mutter: “Dam…mit.”

Yan Liang swore that this was the first time he had ever heard Shi An explode.

“You delete it! Delete it!!!” Shi An looked up and glared at him, his cheeks were tinged with a thin layer of red. Even his lips seemed to be redder, “You delete it!

Shi An unconsciously puffed up his cheeks slightly, like a furious hamster.

This Shi An’s appearance was too rare. Yan Liang held back his laughter that it hurt his ribs: “No, how can this be deleted? The first edition of the collection.”

Shi An pursed his lips tightly, his long eyelashes rose and fell rapidly with his breathing, and he straightened up regardless to grab Yan Liang’s cell phone in his hand.

Yan Liang happened to be standing on his left hand. Shi An suddenly moved his hand with the needle towards Yan Liang’s mobile phone, making Yan Liang shudder and hurriedly grabbed his wrist.

“Okay, okay, okay, you ancestor, I’ll delete I’ll delete,” Shi An’s wrist was very thin. Yan Liang easily circled the wrist with his fingers, not daring to tease him again, “I’ll delete I’ll delete.”

Shi An withdrew his hand and glared at him.

Yan Liang deleted the video and turned the screen to him: “Deleted, okay?”

The scowl on Shi An’s face had faded, and he nodded slightly as he lay back down on the bed.

Only the quilt in the shape of a dumpling showed that he was still angry.

“Deleted, I won’t show it to others, why are you anxious?” Yan Liang reached out and carelessly placed a hand on that dumpling, his voice carrying a low softness that he didn’t even notice himself.

The dumpling ignored him.

“I’m leaving?” Yan Liang’s unexplained unhappiness over the past few days was swept away. He bent down to poke the dumpling, “Sleep after the infusion, remember to let your head out.”

The dumpling still ignored him.

“I’ll see you later,” Yan Liang straightened up, a smile in his grainy voice, “Happy New Year.”

“Happy New Year.” The dumpling finally answered him sullenly.

Zhou Yuan had been waiting outside the door for a while, and when he saw Yan Liang come out, he gave him a gentle whack on the shoulder: “You aren’t annoyed anymore? Why are you so happy?”

“Nothing.” Yan Liang answered him.

Probably because there was a function in the phone to restore the recently deleted.

你这人 – (Lit. you this person) it’s a meme. There should be other words after that. It’s like saying why are you like this?

汉英大词典 ( a horse’s jaw doesn’t match a cow’s head) : incongruous, irrelevant