Second Love chapter 8
The surgery was very successful, and Jiang Yun’s eyes were wrapped in white gauze.
“Jiang Yun, I realized today that you really mean a lot to me.”
As consciousness dispersed, these were the words Cheng Huai spoke to him by Jiang Yun’s ear.
“The effects of anesthesia have just worn off. The patient is expected to wake up within eight hours.” The doctor had just taken Jiang Yun’s temperature, conducted a physical examination, and everything was in good condition.
“Okay, thank you, doctor.”
Jiang Yun heard Cheng Huai’s voice again, this time in the hospital. His eyelids felt heavy, but he could sense Cheng Huai’s presence around him. He felt a bit cold and then felt someone holding his hand.
Cheng Huai sat on a chair by the bedside, tightly gripping his hand, habitually using the pad of his fingertip to gently rub every inch of Jiang Yun’s hand. Jiang Yun’s fingernails were neatly shaped, cut by Cheng Huai, with a round arc and a white border, very clean and cute.
He suddenly remembered their wedding four years ago. Although they obtained the marriage certificate abroad, the banquet was held in China. On the wedding day, Jiang Yun wore a white suit, looking tall and slender, like a handsome young man walking out of a comic book. After the ring exchange, Jiang Yun gave Cheng Huai an unexpected surprise.
Assisted by Zhang Zhang, Jiang Yun sat down at the piano next to the stage, playing a sped-up version (0.75x) of “Chijiro’s Summer.” His clumsy appearance resembled a child who had just learned to play the piano in a kindergarten art performance.
Only a third of the entire piece was played, but it lasted for over a minute. His hands gently stroked the piano keys, starting from the left, counting each key in his mind, calculating the positions of the keys thoughtfully. Without any mysterious sense of hearing, he just recalled the sequence of black and white keys memorized in his mind.
There were inevitably some wrong notes. Jiang Yun was someone who couldn’t hide his guilt, so when he made a mistake, he would shyly smile.
Watching him, Cheng Huai’s eyes gradually moistened.
Afterwards, Cheng Huai learned that every time Jiang Yun pretended to accompany Zhang Zhang shopping, he was actually practicing the piano. He had never learned the piano before, knew nothing about music notation, and couldn’t see the arrangement of black and white keys. However, this piece was awkwardly memorized by Jiang Yun.
All the talents Jiang Yun had, whether they were something to be proud of or not, were all for one person—Cheng Huai.
At that time, Zhang Zhang, as their groomsman, stood beside Cheng Huai watching Jiang Yun play the piano, crying his eyes out. Cheng Huai, on the other hand, wiped his eyes when he turned his head slightly.
After the wedding, it wasn’t until he heard Cheng Huai’s praise and touched him that Jiang Yun cried and coquettishly hugged him, saying his fingers were sore and tired. He had practiced for a long time and kept it a secret from Cheng Huai, afraid that the surprise wouldn’t be a surprise anymore.
Cheng Huai kissed each of his fingertips one by one, kissing them as if he was kissing balloons inflated with air. When he got to the end, Jiang Yun became shy, shrinking his hand into the quilt, saying it tickled.
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It was unclear how long had passed, but Jiang Yun felt a slight force from his hand.
“Jiang Jiang?” Cheng Huai tentatively called his nickname.
“Um…” Jiang Yun responded softly. Perhaps feeling that his voice was too low, he used his fingers to hook Cheng Huai’s hand. It was still pitch-black in front of him. He sat up from Cheng Huai’s embrace.
“How do you feel?” Cheng Huai bent down to support his back, propping up the pillow at the head of the bed. “Are you dizzy?”
“No, “Jiang Yun half leaned on the bed. His hands subconsciously searched for Cheng Huai’s arms, wanting to hold him for a sense of security. Cheng Huai tacitly moved his body a bit, allowing Jiang Yun to embrace him.
“The surgery was very successful, Jiang Jiang,” Cheng Huai used one hand to stroke Jiang Yun’s back, like a teacher praising a student in elementary school, “My Jiang Jiang, you did great.”
Jiang Yun was amused by this childish guy. He hammered Cheng Huai’s shoulder, but his fist felt like a balloon filled with air, soft and gentle as he muttered, “Childish.”
“In a few days, we can remove the gauze. Hehe.” Cheng Huai couldn’t help but grin foolishly.
Jiang Yun nodded absentmindedly, still thinking about the dream he had just had. Sitting up straight with his upper body, he slightly tilted his head upwards, facing Cheng Huai.
“The first time we went to the dark restaurant, you said your hand was accidentally pricked by the fork. Were you lying to me?”
“Jiang Jiang…” Cheng Huai felt a bit guilty. “Why are you suddenly bringing that up? It’s been so long…”
“I just had a dream, a dream about that time. I actually didn’t pay attention to whether there were any marks on your hand when you were pricked.” Jiang Yun analyzed it meticulously. This detailed clue was discovered in his dream.
Cheng Huai didn’t expect Jiang Yun to remember this so clearly after five years. Although he also remembered it well because, indeed, he was pretending…
The next second, Cheng Huai said with a mournful face, “Jiang Jiang, I feel like your name shouldn’t be Jiang Yun.”
“Hmm?”
“It should be, Sherlock Jiang Jiang.”