Xie Qingcheng stayed in the sanatorium in New York according to the arrangement of the Wei family.
Wei Dongheng seemed to be afraid that he would suddenly run away if he couldn't think of it. Instead of 24-hour guardianship, he sent someone to watch him all the time to ensure that he would live well.
In fact, Wei Dong Hengda doesn't need to be so nervous. Since Xie Qingcheng promised Xie Xue to cooperate with the treatment, he will not break his promise. Although this body is useless to him, as long as a candle is needed in the long dark night, he can continue to burn his body until it becomes ashes.
The treatment continued day after day, swallowing the pills.
However, the curative effect is not too ideal, and Xie Qingcheng's spirit has collapsed. A person's body is like a container. When the container is broken and cannot be repaired, no matter how much decoction is poured into it, it will be of no avail.
The only thing that can bring Xie Qingcheng back to life is to organize information for Qin Ciyan.
This seems to be his last spiritual support.
After people are abroad, domestic affairs are like the past. The distance between mountains and rivers is far different, not only the distance, but also the time. Xie Qingcheng's life became extremely boring, boring, and even depressing. He got up at six o'clock every morning, carefully sorted out and repaired Qin Ciyan's notes, and then went to the treatment. After the treatment, he came back with a drip, and continued to face a table data...
The therapist told him not to use his eyes too much, so he set a lot of timers for himself, resting his eyes every half an hour. During the rest, he would go to the window and look at the large green grass and artificial lakes outside. There is an unknown tree outside his window with tiny pink flowers that fall when the wind blows, floating on his desk. Apart from books and pens, there is only the broken little one on the desk. Fire dragon.
"I didn't expect you to like such cute things." A nurse tried to chat with him, "Can I pick it up and take a look?"
Xie Qingcheng closed the book and looked at her quietly: "Sorry, please don't touch this."
He is so boring and taciturn, blind eyes and non-blind eyes are sunk in the silent snow, who is thousands of miles away.
It has been a few months since he came to the United States, and he has not shown a single smile.
It is true that during this period of time, he has not received any good news.
The Guangzhou military and police attack on Mandela Island failed, with heavy casualties. Duan Wen has weapons beyond the normal level of technology, both thermal weapons and chemical weapons are very advanced.
According to the description of the survivors, Mandela Island has been transformed into a fortress full of traps. It is like a monster floating on the sea, with its stinky mouth open, ready to engulf any human who dares to approach it at any time.
Not long after, news came from the Huzhou Detention Center that Wei Rong was insane during the confession, and recklessly revealed important information related to the organization, which triggered the confidential chip implanted in her body, and the chip was instantly injected into her body. With the poison, Wei Rong twitched and foamed at the mouth. He lost consciousness in just over ten seconds, and died after the rescue failed.
Although she died painfully and ugly, she still got a bargain in the end. After all, she died before she publicly apologized to the society and the people she killed.
News like this made Xie Qingcheng's eyes deepen with coldness.
He frowned almost all the time, not even when he was asleep.
Three months after coming to the United States, I am a walking dead, only my body is alive, my soul has no idea where to go, I am also worried about blows, my eyes are blind... It is clearly in the world, but it is no different from hell.
As for He Yu, I don't know if I hate him too much. After the first dream under the Ferris wheel, Xie Qingcheng never dreamed of him again.
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At Christmas, the sanatorium finally agreed to let Xie Qingcheng go out for a walk.
Of course, there must be someone following in the dark, and they dare not let the person who the Wei family explained to have an accident.
Xie Qingcheng put on a black woolen coat, which seemed to be heavier than his people. He was walking in the downtown area. There was a little snow in the sky, the Christmas tree was lit up with lights, and there were groups of people on the road—couples, couples, parents and children, a family... They were busy shopping before the festival, carrying large and small bags. Walking down the street, his face was filled with a bright smile that was very far away for Xie Qingcheng.
Only he is alone.
He came to Brooklyn, which was even more lively—he finally arrived here, where Qin Ciyan had studied when he was young.
Lao Qin once described a flower shop to him, saying that besides going to the aquarium, his favorite was that flower shop. When Lao Qin said these words to him, he was smiling, with some mischief of an old man. He said that when he was studying, he admired the girl in the flower shop the most, with gorgeous red hair in two braids and a little longer on his face. Cute little freckles, she loves to wear a royal blue dress all the year round, with a linen white apron embroidered with the flower shop's logo on the outside, the girl is busy outside the shop painted in peacock green, and she always shouts when she sees him passing by Greet him to buy a bunch of lilies.
This shop is a small shop guarded by the family and has been open for more than 60 years.
Xie Qingcheng easily found the shop. The shopkeeper was busy with the Christmas bouquets ordered by customers. She was among the thousands of flowers, just like a fairy tale character from the story told by Lao Qin. She was still two thick twists. Braids, sapphire blue dress, freckles, piercing eyes.
Just getting old.
The little girl of the past is now a wrinkled mother-in-law, only the light in her eyes has not faded away, and it is still full of vitality and fragrance.
Xie Qingcheng suddenly envied her at that moment.
"Sir, do you want to buy flowers?"
"Yes." Xie Qingcheng walked into the warmly decorated flower room, looked around, and finally said, "I want a bunch of lilies."
The mother-in-law carefully wrapped the flower with golden red paper and handed it to Xie Qingcheng. He took the flowers and got on the taxi again, and reported the address on his mobile phone.
An hour later, he came to a small white house on the outskirts of the city, looked at the nameplate on the newspaper box, passed through the garden surrounded by the small hedge in front of the house, and knocked on the door.
The door opened, and there was a beautiful mixed-race girl standing inside, staring at him with big blue eyes. Then Qin Rongbei's husband came out of the house—he and his daughter came to the sanatorium to see Xie Qingcheng and knew who he was—he hugged Xie Qingcheng and took the bunch of pale pink and white lilies.
"She hasn't had too much pain these years." In the warm living room with the fireplace, Qin Rongbei's husband brought tea and snacks. He looked at Xie Qingcheng's increasingly thin face and said, "But her The pain seems to be on you. Xie Sheng, would you like some ginger biscuits? We baked them ourselves."
Xie Qingcheng thanked him, took a piece from the cookie box with the bear printed on it, and ate it slowly.
"When she was alive, she made more biscuits than me." When the man mentioned his wife, his expression was very gentle, "In fact, she is excellent at everything. Although many people used to hate it. She, she is doing scientific research, and some people joke about her saying that the laboratory is not a place for women to enter, and girls should get married sooner. She has exposed the dark side of a charitable foundation here, some people say that she has ulterior motives, and others As shown in the picture. She speaks for women and children, and some people question her for her show-even she and I got married because of love and came here, and some lunatics say that she has forgotten her ancestors, how can she succeed in her studies and marry me, a foreigner. But I'm her family, and I understand what she's done in her life, and no matter what anyone says, she's stuck with what she wants to do right. So Xie Sheng—"
The man refills his cup of hot tea.
"She was kidnapped, but she still chose to protect your secrets. I think she must have thought about it carefully. If she can talk to you soberly later, she will tell you that she has no regrets. She didn't do anything for her. regret any decision you made.”
"If I had known that you were doing such an experiment for her, those medicines were obtained by torturing your own body..." The man shook his head, "We would not agree."
"Mom said that she is a scientist, she is not afraid of death, she is afraid of mistakes." Qin Rongbei's daughter, who was decorating the Christmas tree, suddenly turned around and said to Xie Qing.
The man smiled gently: "You heard, we all think so."
"… "
"Xie Sheng, we didn't do anything to make us regret, so you don't have to blame yourself. You have to take good care of your illness, and then organize all the notes for your father-in-law during his lifetime. "
When Xie Qingcheng was about to leave, the father and daughter gave him a Christmas present.
When he opened it, it was a picture framed in an oak frame. It was the picture of "My Family" that Qin Rongbei painted before his death and was in the album. It's just that the blank face in the picture that belonged to Xie Qingcheng's own face has now been filled in.
"I drew it." Qin Rongbei's daughter said, "Mom didn't see you when she was awake. She couldn't draw your face, but I can."
Xie Qingcheng took the gift carefully, said goodbye to the two, and got into the rental.
He looked at the sketches in the frame all the way until he returned to the streets near the sanatorium.
"Let's get off here." Xie Qingcheng said, "There is still a little way to go. I want to walk back by myself."
So check out and get off.
He went to a nearby jewelry store to buy some sticky tape that could fasten the picture frame to the wall, and back in the hospital, he fastened the picture frame to the wall beside the bed.
"my family"
My family, by my side.
My family, after tonight, after nights, are always with me.
We meet across life and death, but he is missing.
Because he did nothing wrong but loves me.
Because I didn't lose everyone, only him.
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The moon is bright outside the window.
The snow melts, the flowers bloom, and in the blink of an eye, the world has reached a gentle spring.
Xie Qingcheng's condition has been going back and forth. It can't be said that it has improved too much, but it has not deteriorated any more.
Days repeat like this day by day.
Until a light rainy evening, Xie Qingcheng bought a bunch of lilies from the flower shop in Brooklyn, and when he was about to raise his hand to take a taxi, he suddenly received a call.
The call was from Wei Dongheng. After the call was connected, Wei Dongheng's uncontrollable and excited voice came from the loudspeaker: "Brother, it's a little early... Not at all prepared... Born this morning..."
Xie Qingcheng stopped abruptly.
Because Xie Xue suddenly gave birth, much earlier than the expected date, Xie Qingcheng did not expect that it would be now, on this seemingly ordinary night.
Someone in the garden restaurant in the distance happened to have a birthday, and the birthday song drifted from the misty drizzle.
The lights on the side of the road reflected in his pupils, and Xie Qingcheng's eyes finally had some bright light for the first time in the past few months.
There seemed to be a lot of people celebrating and cheering on the other end of the phone, and in the commotion, the phone was handed to one person. Xie Xue's gentle and weak voice crossed the ocean and reached Xie Qingcheng's ear.
"Brother, it's a little girl... You're an uncle."
…
Somehow the phone call ended, and it was the best news he had heard in these days. He almost wanted to smile, but the corners of his mouth seemed to be rusted and could not be moved.
The rain fell on his umbrella, and the tick-tock sound was tapping.
When the wind blew, suddenly, the veil covering his bouquet was blown away, the veil lifted into the air, landed across the road, and was picked up by a boy wearing rain boots and holding a small transparent umbrella.
The boy was about seven or eight years old. He crossed the road looking left and right, and came to Xie Qingcheng with his short legs.
He raised his head, held the veil, looked at him under the umbrella, and then, like He Yu when he first met, said to him, "Sir, your belongings have fallen."
Just this moment.
Xie Qingcheng held the phone, and in the birth of a new life and the reflection of the old man, his wreckage seemed to be suddenly and roughly squeezed into the emotions of a living person that had not been seen in a long time.
The corners of his lips, his eyebrows, his face that had not shown any expression in nearly a whole year, suddenly there was a great sadness - obviously he should be happy, but he looked at the bewildered little boy in front of him. Guy, I don't know why I can't hold it anymore, I bent down in the drizzle of the spring twilight, and finally burst into tears...
"Sir, sir? What's wrong with you?" Seeing this, the boy stepped forward and took his hand, "You... have you encountered something? Can I help you?"
Xie Qingcheng has never cried in such a collapsed way since he could remember.
And on the streets of New York, in this place where no one would know him, and no one would remember him after all, after a year of being lost, he couldn't take it anymore, and tears kept streaming down his face. drip down. Those hot, fiery tears were like blood flowing from his heart.
He looked at the child in front of him with his invisible eyes and his still-seeing eyes.
The child's figure was blurred, and he seemed to see his little ghost standing in front of him again and said to him: "Xie Qingcheng, look, new life will come, and I have been gone for a year..."
One year has passed, Xie Qingcheng.
The dead have turned to ashes.
New life finally came to me.
It's time to let go...
It's time for anyone to let go.
But Xie Qingcheng knew that he could not do it.
He raised his hand to cover his soaked eyelashes, his heart aching like a choking throat.
Xie Qingcheng choked, he knew that he could never let it go. He may rejoice in the new birth, but he is destined to live forever among the dead.
He won't forget He Yu's past because of anything.
Just like at this moment, he took the soaked veil and said thank you-but he was still facing the little devil who would never come back in his memory.
The boy who called him for the first time on the lawn more than ten years ago.