The Crazy Nurse and the Broken-Wing Butterfly

[Falling Literature x Reunion x Broken Mirror x Redemption] ------ Curator who pretends to be crazy × dancer who lives towards death "Lu Wangyan, if you don't get out, I will really hang you on the head of my bed." ------ The day Shen Qiguang broke her spine, thousands of people under the stage were shouting her name. After waking up, the doctor said: There is hope, but don't have high expectations. Later she understood that "Don't have expectations" is the standard opening line of all tragedies. ------ Three years ago, in the studio, Shen Qiguang stood at the door dragging his old suitcase, his eyes bright and arrogant: I choose you. Lu Wangyan: You are destroying yourself. Later, she was banned by the family and no news was heard from her. She thought he had never looked for her. He thought she had given up long ago. Two proud people turned a love affair into an unresolved case. Until three months ago at a dinner party, someone made an understatement: The daughter of the Shen family broke her spine while dancing and was still paralyzed in a rehabilitation center. The red wine glass cracked between his fingers, and the wine soaked into his palm without even realizing it. ------ We met again in that long corridor. Lu Wangyan was wearing a suit and leather shoes, the cold light of his watch was reflected, and he was surrounded by obedient followers, just like the successful and unfaithful people in all cliché stories. Shen Qiguang was sitting in a wheelchair, his hospital gown was so wide that his collarbones were visible, and he was as thin as a paper kite that would shatter at the touch of a touch. He lowered his eyes, turned sideways, and walked past her without even stopping. But that night, there was a crazy caregiver in the rehabilitation center. Her hair was randomly tied into a small pull, her face was covered with dust that could not be washed away, and she was always humming a wild tune. He wandered into her ward, leaning against the door frame, smiling heartlessly. Lu Wangyan: Oh, is this the person my good brother met today? Tsk, you look better at pretending than me. Lu Wangyan: Does your neck make a clicking sound when you twist it? Shen Qiguang: You stared at me for three minutes. If you want to draw a sketch, just tell me. Lu Wangyan: I think your neck is suitable for hanging my brother. Shen Qiguang:... Get out. Lu Wangyan: Are you really going away? Lu Wangyan suddenly reached out to her calf and pressed his palm against it. Lu Wangyan: The temperature is just right. It was too hot, so I drank it myself without waiting. She kicked him with a kick that was as weak as a cat scratching. He let the foot fall on his shoulder without hiding or smiling. Just squatting like that, his eyes were as quiet as the young man who stayed up late mixing paints in the studio many years ago. At that time, she came back from dance practice and her feet were as cold as snow, so he silently put those feet into his arms. Shen Qiguang: Lu Wangyan. Lu Wangyan: Still hurting? ------ Netizen 1: You are disabled and still want to be famous? Netizen 2: Selling misery to win sympathy is disgusting. Netizen 3: It's a pity that with such a beautiful face, I can only sit in a wheelchair for the rest of my life [Candle] Lu Wangyan suddenly said: You were rubbing your knees on the studio floor, and the bruises were so purple that you didn't say a word. Now, ruining yourself for a group of people who can't even reach the soles of your shoes? Shen Qiguang was stunned for a long time. Lu Wangyan lost his horse. It wasn't exposed, it was torn off by himself. Lu Wangyan raised his head and looked at you affectionately: I never thought about lying to you again. I just... Don't dare to use the name Lu Wangyan. Shen Qiguang lowered his head and touched the wetness in the corners of his eyes with his fingertips: "Do you know that when I am recovering every day and the pain is so painful that I want to die, all I can think about is pressing you on the canvas and kissing you until you beg for mercy?" Lu Wangyan's Adam's apple rolled and he closed his eyes: It's too late for a kiss now. Shen Qiguang: Go and lock the door. Lu Wangyan stood up and locked the door. He turned around and smiled at her. His crazy energy came back: Teacher Shen, are you sure? Once I start eating meat, I don't know what is enough. Shen Qiguang reached out and grabbed his collar and pulled him down: "Then let me see what you have learned in the past three years." ------ Later Shen Qiguang choreographed a dance called "Qi Guang". During the curtain call, she sat in a wheelchair, looked at the man with red eyes in the audience, and stretched out her hand. Lu Wangyan came to power. Lu Wangyan: Shen Qiguang, you win. This painting of mine only depicts you from beginning to end. Shen Qiguang smiled and pulled him lower, close to his ear, and his voice was so soft that only he could hear: Then tonight, I will serve you instead. After all... My legs are inconvenient, but my hands are fine. Lu Wangyan's ears instantly turned red, and he clasped the back of her head and pressed it against her forehead: Shen Qiguang, you really want my life. Concept: Incompleteness is not the end, wings can also grow from broken places