Liu Yanbo had a dream, a dream he had had many times in the past—
He dreamed of his childhood self again.
The little guy is walking on a rugged mountain road, the mountain road bends and stretches upwards...
Liu Yanbo has watched him walk by many times—
In this dream, as a young man, he just walked forward without stopping every time. He walked a long way, saw many changes of scenery along the way, and walked through many springs, summers, autumns and winters over and over again. …
But this road seems to have no end in itself
Liu Yanbo didn't know, because in this dream, he was always so impatient and just wanted to escape.
He's tired and tired.
So this time, Liu Yanbo wanted to take a look, to see if he could come to an end when he was young—
He just followed behind him, walking unhurriedly. He didn't know how long or how far he walked, but he just kept walking forward, just like a programmed machine. Trapped in an endless loop, unable to extricate itself—
This road seems to be very long;
It seems that this dream will only last longer...
…
in the ward.
Huang's mother has already gone home to prepare daily necessities for hospitalization. Han Shuilan also left the ward temporarily with interest, saying that she would call a friend to ask if the other party can provide a better way to wake up a patient who may be suffering from severely traumatized patients.
Family Therapy—
Yin Hanruo didn't have much hope for this, not because she thought this method sounded too unreliable, but because she didn't have much confidence in herself.
It has been half a year since she and Liu Yanbo got married, but when she thought about it carefully, during this period of time, there seemed to be only one thing that could leave a deep memory on him for what she did.
Yin Hanruo only remembers—
That time, in full view of everyone, she slapped Liu Yanbo severely, making him lose face.
Probably in his heart, I am really a woman who only knows to make trouble for no reason
Thinking of this, Yin Hanruo couldn't help feeling a little regretful, regretting that he hadn't treated this cheap husband better in the past, regretting that he hadn't fulfilled his duty as a wife a little more...
I regret it—
It turned out to be this kind of taste!
Yin Hanruo held Liu Yanbo's cold palm, with tears in his eyes, and said softly, "Liu Yanbo, can you wake up?"
"As you said, you will be the man behind me. You can't count your words, and you can't lie to me."
"You promised my mother, you promised her to support our family, have you forgotten?"
Yin Hanruo spoke softly, slowly pouring out the words she kept in her heart: "Liu Yanbo, do you know?"
"When I lost my temper with you before, it was not because I really hated you, but because I hated myself. I hated myself becoming more and more dependent on you; I hated my absent-mindedness when I couldn't see you; When I do my best for me, I can't do anything for you."
By the time she finished speaking, her tears had fallen down uncontrollably.
Yin Hanruo is a woman who looks very strong, even a bit stubborn, which is indeed the case, but her strength is not the iceberg-like inhumanity that outsiders see, and there is actually a lot of love in her heart. on the soft side.
Just like at this moment, she is no longer the decisive strong woman in the mall, but a wife who is afraid of losing her husband.
She cried like pears and rain, just because she thought of—
If he, Liu Yanbo, really stayed awake like this, what should Yin Hanruo do
"Liu Yanbo, do you know?" Yin Hanruo wiped away the tears on his face, and continued: "I told Qingmeng, before I met you, there was never anyone who tolerated all my unreasonable and self-willedness like you , so even if we don’t have any emotional basis, I’m still willing to spend the rest of my life with you, these are my sincere words.”
"So I beg you, don't scare me like this, okay? You get up now, let's go home together, okay?"
She looked at him, at the "indifferent" him who was still lying on the hospital bed, and tears fell down again.
"Liu Yanbo, you bastard, I told you to get up, did you hear me?" Yin Hanruo's emotions collapsed again. "You bastard, you can't do this to me, you can't..."
—Will Liu Yanbo just sleep like this in the future
Yin Hanruo was overwhelmed by this increasingly intense thought in his mind.
From the moment she gritted her teeth and used the ax to split the door, until now, her energy and energy seemed to be almost exhausted, and she could no longer hold on—
She fell down, lying on the edge of the bed, unable to even speak.
Yin Hanruo is crying, although her crying is very low and intermittent, but it is enough to be melancholy——
Liu Yanbo seemed to have heard it.
He was still in a coma, but at this moment, his brows seemed to be furrowed deeper.
only-
Yin Hanruo didn't see it, and neither did Han Shuilan who was walking in.
Yin Hanruo heard the sound of someone coming in, wiped away his tears with the bed sheet, and then looked up at Han Shuilan who walked in.
Han Shuilan walked to the other side of the hospital bed, looked at Yin Hanruo's red eyes from crying, and asked with some expectation: "How is it?"
Yin Hanruo didn't speak, but shook his head feebly.
Lost—
They fell silent and didn't say a word for a long time, they just quietly looked at Liu Yanbo lying on the hospital bed, they were so at a loss.
I don't know how long it took before Han Shuilan said softly: "My friend said that his situation is self-hypnosis, and he doesn't want to wake up."
She couldn't help but stretched out her right hand, and gently combed the messy bangs on Liu Yanbo's forehead.
How desperate must a person be, would he rather sleep in a dream than wake up
Han Shuilan didn't know.
In fact, in Han Shuilan's memory, Liu Yanbo at the age of thirteen has been blurred. If there was no reunion in Haida, and if Han Chenxi hadn't been abducted, he would be just a girl to her. A passing traveler who will be forgotten—
But there are no ifs in life, and fate will always arrange some canine teeth.
She and him deviated from their respective tracks once again—
They reunited after a long absence.
Those memories that had been washed over and over again by the torrent of time also condensed into images again, and more and more.
A sluice has been opened in the past, memory is like a flood that bursts a bank—
Even those insignificant things, Han Shuilan can already remember at this time, she remembers that time, one day—
It was a sunny afternoon, on the edge of the grassy playground, the young him fell asleep beside her, she sang softly, and he raised the corners of his mouth slightly in his deep sleep...
The black sky hangs low
bright stars follow
insects fly
insects fly
who are you missing
the stars in the sky cry
Withered roses on the ground
cold wind
cold wind
as long as you are with me
insects fly
sleep with flowers
One pair after another is beautiful
not afraid of dark
I'm afraid of heartbreak
Tired or not
Regardless of the north, south, east, west
…
Have you ever heard singing in a dream
If there is-
That would be the most beautiful sound in the world, right
Han Shuilan sang over and over again, Liu Yanbo's frown slowly relaxed... (to be continued)