I have been wondering whether the scene in the dream really existed: the woman with the sweet fragrance on her body used her body to protect me tightly, and when the sky fell apart, she used the warmth of my mother to eliminate my fears for me.
The lingering smell in my dreams always makes me want to cry.
When I woke up from the snow-white hospital bed in the cold hospital, there was no one beside me, and the woman who stayed beside me every time I got sick was gone.
I got up from the bed, walked out of the bed, and stepped on the cold floor with my bare feet, the soles of my feet hurting from the cold floor.
I experienced the car accident and didn’t suffer any harm, but the accident took the lives of two other people-the tall and gentle man and the woman who always exudes a sweet fragrance, whom I call mom and dad. The two of them just disappeared from my ignorant memory.
The woman in white overalls pushed through the heavy door and walked in, staring at me, standing on the floor with bare feet. She quickly reacted with a smile full of flaws, "Are you awake?"
I didn't speak, but looked at her silently. The white overalls on her pierced my eyes with pain.
She came over, gently wanted to pick me up, and said softly: "Listen to Auntie, go to bed, okay?"
"I want my mother!" My voice was unusually loud, echoing in the ward, like a desperate call from hell.
Her expression slowly sank, her eyes filled with pity for me.
I pushed her away, and ran out of the ward alone, standing in the empty corridor, the hope that remained in my heart slowly shattered into pieces. I leaned against the cold wall, looking down at the hot liquid on my moving little feet.
The voices that awakened me echoed in my ears:
"What a poor child, the parents are gone, what shall we do in the future?"
"An accident! No one wants to happen."
…
I don’t know how long it took, a beautiful auntie in gorgeous clothes squatted down in front of me and asked in her soft magnetic voice: "Why are you staying here without wearing shoes? This will make you sick."
Her eyes are shining like angels, and my heart melts unconsciously...
Follow her into that luxurious French villa, the spacious living room is exquisite and luxurious.
She pointed at me and said to the boy in front of me: "Xiao Yu, this is my sister Yi Ting. From now on, you must take good care of her."
The beautiful young boy stared at me with his amber eyes sternly, and suddenly smiled brighter than the sun, and nodded like a fish.
Beautiful Auntie squatted down and said softly: "Yiting, let's go play with my brother."
I didn't speak, the boy came up and took my hand, "Yiting, let's go play."
My hands are small, and his hands are also small, but they can hold my hands that were blown red by the wind.
Feeling the temperature in the palm of his hand, like an electric shock, I suddenly broke free from his hand.
Because I was afraid of losing, I firmly chose to put aside the uncertain warmth.
The me in my memory, time and time again, stubbornly broke free from that warm hand, and gradually, I could no longer feel the familiar warmth.