"ah… "
A monotonous and lengthy voice echoed in the silent ward. As time went by, the tone became lower and lower, as if exhaling the last breath. The sound was constantly squeezed out of the dry lungs and dissipated into some strange and sad tone.
After a brief pause, the strange long sigh sounded again.
Shrike opened his eyes in pain. The disturbing noise was as if there was a hanged man sleeping next to him.
"I say, can you stop screaming?"
Shrike sat up, grabbed a pillow and threw it at the unfortunate guy in the clinic. The pillow hit his face and his voice was cut off.
Hong Xun grabbed the pillow and slowly sat up. His eyes were confused and dull, with saliva at the corners of his mouth. He looked like a dazed person.
"What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell? Can you please call a doctor?"
Shrike complained that from the roommate's perspective, Kestrel was a really unpleasant guy. No matter when and where, he would always try to make some damn noise to prove his existence.
"No, I just feel a little bored and dazed..."
Red Falcon said dimly, looking at Shrike with confusion, he asked tentatively.
"Is this... the end? Everything is over?"
Hearing this, Shrike also fell silent. He paused for a long time and spoke with some uncertainty.
"I guess so."
Rubbing his head, Shrike looked out the window at the cold and desolate scenery. All the leaves had fallen, leaving only the dry and hideous trees. He couldn't help but sigh, and his voice carried the same confusion as Kestrel's.
"It should be over," Shrike tried to be cheerful. He smiled, "It seems that you and I can retire now."
retire.
This was an extremely unfamiliar word to Shrike. When he thought of it, he felt inexplicably grateful, as if he was blessed by luck.
"To be honest, ever since I entered this industry, I didn't think I would have a good ending, let alone retirement... But I actually survived until now."
Shrike stretched, slid down weakly, and lay flat on the bed again, sighing again.
I am still alive, the terrible nightmare is over, and all that awaits me is an unknown but beautiful future.
"Is unemployment accurate?"
The Kestrel's voice was a little melancholy, and his eyes fell to the window, looking at the peaceful and tranquil world. The winter light fell through the window and shone on his body, bringing a feeling of scorching heat.
Shrike noticed something was wrong with the Kestrel. This lively guy who made people suspect he had ADHD suddenly became quiet. It was like a pig suddenly stopping eating and starting to think about life.
In any case he found it outrageous, even somewhat disturbing.
"Is it bad to be unemployed? Didn't you always want to leave here?"
Shrike asked, not understanding Kestrel's melancholy.
"Hmm... How should I put it?"
The red kestrel crossed his legs, lowered his head, and rested his chin on his hand, looking thoughtful.
He was indeed thinking seriously, and his expression was as if he was constipated. Unfortunately, the Red Falcon's brain has never been very useful. Even if he used all his computing power, he could only stammer and say things that the Shrike could not understand.