Sawyer's Constellation of Dreams Chapter 6

Graham Qin had gone out to buy food and hadn't come back yet. As soon as his figure disappeared at the door of the infusion room, Sawyer Ji manually increased the speed of dripping the medicine and finally finished hanging up and removing the needle before he came back.

Sawyer Ji pressed his hand with a cotton swab and slipped out. He didn't find Harper outside, and his phone ran out of battery. He wore a mask and ran around the hospital like a headless fly. Passersby in the hospital were in a hurry. He asked for directions three times and only got a perfunctory finger. He walked and walked in the direction, and half an hour later he was back to where he started.

Today was a very depressing day. Sawyer Ji sat dejectedly on a bench, watching the people coming and going around him, and heard a voice on the radio: "Xiao Dear, please go to the information desk on the first floor of the hospital after hearing the broadcast. Your mother is waiting for you here."

Sawyer Ji smiled bitterly. If anyone tried to find him like this, it would probably be a waste of effort because he didn't even know where the information desk was.

Fans praise him to the sky every day, saying that being directionally challenged is cute and that our Nan Nan is super adorable. But he actually knows everything in his heart. To put it nicely, he is naive, but to put it bluntly, he is stupid.

In his previous life, because he was stupid and couldn't tell the direction, he lost his mother, his career, and finally his life on the road. He couldn't grasp any of the things he should cherish.

Are we going to repeat the same mistakes and go back to our old ways in this life?

It would be better to lose myself before I have nothing, he suddenly thought. That way I wouldn't have to feel bad, I wouldn't have to force myself to smile and pretend to be strong even when I was in excruciating pain.

"Mom, that brother is crying. Can't he find his way home?" A little girl of about five or six years old who was passing by pointed at him and asked in a childish voice.

"Brother is just a little sad, and his mother will come to take him home." The little girl's mother smiled apologetically at Sawyer Ji and walked away with the child.

Sawyer Ji didn't cry, he just sniffed because it was difficult to breathe through the mask.

But now he really wanted to cry.

Even though she was in such a miserable state in her previous life, she never cried. Sawyer Ji sniffed hard again and tilted her head back, afraid that tears would really flow out.

Afraid of being laughed at by others, he lowered his head in panic and dared not raise it again.

Then a pair of exquisitely crafted black leather shoes came into his sight.

Sawyer Ji was a little dazed. He moved his eyes upwards and saw that the person he had finally gotten rid of appeared in front of him again.

Qin Wei's chest was rising and falling, and he was breathing rapidly with his lips slightly parted. He slowly leaned over, grasped Sawyer Ji's wrist through the cloth of his sleeves, lifted it up, and then put a plastic bag in his hand: "Only the buns are hot, so eat them. I'll take you to eat something delicious later."

The buns were indeed hot, and Graham Qin's hands were also hot. Sawyer Ji could feel it through a layer of cloth. He was so stunned that he didn't even bother to refuse.

Graham Qin saw that his eyes were wet and asked in surprise: "Are you crying?"

Sawyer Ji did not lower his head to dodge. The figure in front of him gradually became blurred. The tall figure and the people coming and going behind him merged into one place, like a shaking long lens, making it difficult to distinguish between the play and outside the play, fantasy and reality.

Sawyer Ji moved his lips and said hesitantly: "I want to go home."

Graham Qin's hand holding his wrist had not yet let go, and he held it even tighter after hearing what was said.

"good."

Perhaps it was because the car was too warm, Sawyer Ji closed his eyes involuntarily on the road and actually had a dream.

He sat in a square little courtyard, with the sound of tinkling music in his ears, blue sky, white clouds and birds flying past above his head.

He stood up, pushed open the door and walked into another space. It was dark here and he was the only one there. It was very big and he could hear his own echo when he shouted "Mom".

He was very scared. He leaned against the wall, groped with his hands behind his back, and moved along the cold wall. After an unknown amount of time, he found a door.

This time it was a bright room with a tall, large beech bookshelf on which were neatly arranged many English books, some of which he had read and some of which he had not.

He climbed up the ladder next to the bookshelf, picked up a book with an unfamiliar name, and just turned to the first page when he suddenly heard someone calling "Xiaoxing" from behind. He turned around and looked, only to find that the ladder under his feet had suddenly disappeared. His body had no support and he fell straight down.

Sawyer Ji woke up in shock, and his head hit the roof of the car with a loud bang.

He screamed in pain and reflexively tried to raise his hands to cover his head, but his right hand was covered with gauze and holding two buns, and his left hand was grasped by something and could not move.

It was Graham Qin's hand that grabbed him.

Graham Qin was seen holding the steering wheel with one hand and Sawyer Ji's left hand with the other, calm and composed, looking at ease.

Sawyer Ji was stunned for a long time. Now he not only wanted to call Graham Qin, but also wanted to throw the bun on his face.

"Let go." Sawyer Ji said coldly.

Graham Qin turned his head to look at him: "You're awake."

Sawyer Ji was almost laughing out of anger: "What else, sleepwalking?" His head was still hurting, and he didn't have the patience to waste more words, "I told you to let go, didn't you understand?"

Graham Qin's expression remained unchanged: "You are the one who won't let me go."

Sawyer Ji's eyelids jumped suddenly, and he hurriedly loosened the fingers that were almost clamped around Graham Qin's palm. His joints were a little stiff, and his palms were full of sweat. He didn't know how long he had been holding on.

Sawyer Ji, Mi Meng and Fan's family were unable to lift up their arms and remained silent for a long time before they realized that something was wrong.

"Where are you taking me?"

"go home."

Sawyer Ji looked out the window: "My home is not in this direction."

"Yes." Graham Qin's answer was brief and powerful, with an irrefutable affirmation.

"Let me down."

"We'll be there soon."

Sawyer Ji didn't know what Graham Qin was up to, but the experience he had accumulated in two lifetimes told him that confronting someone like Graham Qin head-on would not end well.

He secretly looked at the road signs outside, ready to escape as soon as the car stopped.

However, there were no more red lights and the car drove smoothly into a residential area, turned several corners on the road, passed through the rows of high-rise buildings in front, and finally stopped steadily in front of a three-story villa.

From the moment he entered the residential complex, Sawyer Ji's heart felt like it was being grabbed by an invisible hand. His chest ached violently. He opened his mouth and even his breathing became a little difficult.

Graham Qin walked around to the passenger side and opened the door for him like a gentleman as usual: "We're here, get out of the car."

Winter nights come especially early. It is already dusk outside. The afterglow of the setting sun falls on the red tiles on the roof, as if covering the house with a thin and warm light.

But Sawyer Ji felt cold. His face was covered by shadows, and he didn't even know what his expression was.

"Why did you bring me here?" There was an elusive tremor in his voice.

"Home." Graham Qin said, "This is our new house."