In the middle of the night, all sounds were silent, and Xia Yi frowned in his sleep.
In the dream, he came to the hospital full of disinfectant again and sat on the bench outside the operating room with his head in his arms. My parents were in a car accident while traveling by car, and now they both lie inside. He heard the loud cries of children at the end of the corridor, feet in nurses' shoes coming and going on the floor in front of him.
There was still a lot of blood on his jacket, which belonged to his mother. When he got the call and rushed to the hospital, his father had already entered the operating room, and his mother was lying on the bed and was about to be pushed in.
She was still very awake at the time, and only looked a little paler. She twitched her lips and murmured to Xia Yi who was holding her hand tightly: "I'm just worried that you will be alone in the future..."
Watching the hospital bed being slowly pushed into the operating room, Xia Yi stayed in place, mechanically echoing in his heart, "Mom, don't leave me, mom..."
"Xiaoyi, Xiaoyi, wake up, Xiaoyi." The eager call pulled Xia Yi out of his sleep, it was Gu Wenzhu's voice.
"Brother Zhu." Xia Yi opened her teary eyes and choked.
"I'm here, I'm here," Gu Wenzhu put him in his arms, stroked his back, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? Did you have a nightmare? I heard you cry from the next door. ."
After speaking, he raised his hand and gently wiped the tears from Xia Yi's face, "What are you having a nightmare about? I cried so sadly."
Xia Yi was still sobbing and said intermittently: "I dreamed of my parents. He, they also said, worried, worried that I will be alone in the future..."
Gu Wenzhu got up and went to the clean room next door to get a towel, and while wiping Xia Yi's face, he whispered: "If you have this kind of dream again in the future, you will tell the second elder in your dream that you are not alone, someone will take care of you for the rest of your life. You, let them not worry. In the first ten years, they were spoiled by them, and in the next eighty years, they will be spoiled by exiles."
"Are you feeling better now? Do you want to drink some water?" Gu Wenzhu hugged Xia Yi across the quilt and gently patted him, watching him gradually calm down and stopped sobbing.
"It's okay, I don't want to drink." Xia Zhuwo was in Gu Wenzhu's arms, and stretched out two fingers from the bed to hook the corner of his clothes, "It will be good if you accompany him."
"Okay, then you lie down first, I'll accompany you, and leave when you fall asleep." Gu Wenzhu coaxed softly.
"Lay down beside me." Xia Yi moved inside, freeing up half of the bed. Gu Wenzhu hesitated for a while, but in the end he just sat on the side of the bed leaning against the back of the bed. Xia Zhu turned over and lay on his side facing him, then pulled his hand that was hanging on the quilt and put it on his waist, and then closed his eyes.
Gu Wenzhu didn't dare to come out, so he sat with one hand on Xia Zhu's waist.
"Touch your ears." Xia Zhu snorted suddenly.
?
What? Touch your ears
"When I was a child, I wanted my mother to sleep every night. My mother could only fall asleep by touching my ears. Didn't you say you want to continue pampering me for them?" Xia Yi opened her eyes slightly, and her voice was a little hoarse. Because I had just cried, the end of my eyes were red, and the eyes were as pure and bright as if they had been washed with water, and the eyelashes were condensed on them.
Gu Wenzhu stretched out his other hand with difficulty and gently stroked Xia Zhu's ear.
"I want to hear you sing." After lying down for a while, Xia Zhu suddenly said again, "When I was a child, my mother coaxed me to sleep, and she even sang to me at the head of the bed."
He didn't hear Gu Wenzhu's reply for a long time, and even the hand that touched his ear stopped moving, Xia Yi opened his eyes, raised his head and complained, "Just after I finished speaking, if you want to spoil me like my mother, it's nothing to talk about. already?"
"But I don't know how to sing at all." Gu Wenzhu looked blank.
"If you think about it carefully, you will definitely be able to sing a song and a half. I don't dislike it, just hum a few words." Xia Yi lay down again and closed his eyes, "Think about it, sing when you think about it, I'm still waiting to hear it. Sleep well."
After saying that, he let out a long yawn.
After a while, just when Xia Yi thought that Gu Wenzhu couldn't sing, there was a trembling voice that sounded out of tone:
Small orchid, white and beautiful, clean as snow, bright as moon...
Xia Yi: ? ? ? ? ? !!!!!!!
Well, don't be too picky, it's good that Zhuge can sing.
Xia Yi curled up in the quilt and quietly listened to Gu Wenzhu humming a little tune. Although the tune has gone all the way, but I can hear it roughly, I still feel a little familiar, as if I have heard it somewhere before.
Where is it? On TV? wrong. Children's nursery rhymes? Not right either.
But why so familiar? I feel like I can hum along with that song too.
Suddenly, between the lightning and flint, a fragment flashed in Xia Yi's mind: a young man in a white shirt, holding a bunch of orchids, was running in the forest, the sun was shining from the cracks in the forest, reflecting on him as agile as a deer. posture.
He also sang a cheerful little tune.
Small orchids, thin branches, small waists, like jade carvings...
"Brother Zhu, where did you learn this song?" Xia Yi simply turned over and asked Gu Wenzhu.
Gu Wenzhu closed his mouth and started to recall. After thinking for a while, a hint of confusion appeared on his face: "I don't remember, maybe my mother sang it to me when I was a child?"
"Forget it if you can't remember, go to sleep." Xia Yi yawned again and buried herself deeply into the pillow.
When Xia Yi woke up, it was already morning, the sun came in through the window lattice, and the yard was quiet. Gu Wenzhu had already gone down.
After squinting in the duvet for a while, I got up lazily to wash. After cleaning up, I went to the kitchen to lift the lid of the pot and saw that a large pot of steamed buns was still steaming. Every time Gu Wenzhu left him a meal, he had to press a layer of ash on the firewood. Although there was no open fire, the residual temperature kept the breakfast steaming all the time.
Xia Yi was holding the porridge in one hand and the steamed buns in the other, and was enjoying the meal when he heard chaotic footsteps from outside the courtyard wall, accompanied by Li Zhu's loud voice, "Xiaoyi, Xiaoyi, are you there? Xiaoyi. "
"I'm here." Xia Yi quickly answered loudly, and put the porridge bowl on the table, wondering what happened.
The courtyard door was abruptly pushed open, and then Li Zhu stepped back in backwards, shouting, "Take it, take it easy."
Retreat further, you can see that he is holding a wooden board in his hand, and there is clearly a person lying on it, showing a pair of feet.
Xia Yi didn't even take a closer look, but felt his head "hum", his legs softened instantly, and the bun in his hand fell to the ground. Staggering two steps forward, he asked softly with trembling lips, "Brother Zhu? Is it Brother Zhu?"
"Come in, come in, be gentle." Li Zhu was still loudly instructing the person on the other end of the stretcher. When he saw that Xia Yi was wrong, he quickly said, "It's not Wen Zhu, Xiao Yi, it's not Wen Zhu, it's your relative."
As soon as he heard that it was not Gu Wenzhu, Xia Yi let out a long sigh of relief, instantly calmed down, and his feet were no longer soft. Then he wondered and asked, "What relatives do I have? Where do I have relatives?"
"I don't know, you can see for yourself." While speaking, Li Zhu and several villagers had already carried the door panel into the yard and placed it on the ground.
Xia Yi took a closer look, but before he could see the face of the man on the door panel, just the blue long gown with dark patterns embroidered and wide robes and long sleeves, he understood in his heart.
Why is Liu Siqian passing through again
When he saw his face clearly, Xia Yi couldn't help but stunned, this was not Liu Siqian. A little fatter than him, a little younger, probably in his forties.
I saw that although he closed his eyes tightly, he held a bowl in one hand and held a wooden staff tightly in the other hand, even in a coma.
"It was Er Niu who found him. He was running around in the depression at the other end of the mountain. When he saw Er Niu, he asked him if he recognized Xia Yi. Er Niu said he did, and then he rolled his eyes and fainted." While fanning himself with the corner of his clothes, he said, "Looks like he's fainted from hunger."
"It's also from fleeing the famine, right? Which costume did you choose to wear? It's really pitiful for those who haven't eaten enough food, oh, even if you faint, you know how to squeeze the begging sticks and bowls to death. I can't even pull it out." Erniu shook his head and sighed while sweating.
Xia Yi's mind was spinning rapidly. He already knew my name. It must have been Liu Siqian who went back and told him. Could it be that they mastered the way of time-travel and told him to come to me when he got here
"How, do you recognize him?" Li Zhu asked Xia Yi.
Xia Yi nodded quickly, "I recognize him, he is my fourth uncle, and he probably won't be able to live anymore, and then he fled here to find me."
A few people were talking to invite Lang Zhong to come and have a look, when they heard a long moan | groan, and then the man on the door moved, faintly woke up and turned around.
As soon as he woke up, he looked around with his eyes and his lips moved to say something.
Xia Yi was afraid that he would say something inappropriate in front of the crowd, so he didn't wait for him to say anything, and shouted in a loud voice, "Fourth Uncle! You're here to find me, I'm Xia Yi."
The man lay on the door and stared at Xia Yi, his eyes were blank at first, but after a while, he seemed to slowly remember something, and his eyes slid by in turn, including but not limited to thinking, doubt, surprise, joy, sadness, emotion, and other emotions.
Then with trembling lips, he choked and said, "Xiaoyi, you've grown taller, and you look more like your mother."
Damn, it's a showman.