There was a middle-aged man sitting on the hospital bed, looking out the door, with doubts and imperceptible excitement on his dark face.
On his hands, which obviously belonged to intellectuals, the fingertips grew small buds, each bearing a white jasmine. The left eyeball behind the lens was gone, replaced by a cluster of delicate flowers. Soft branches sprouted from his gray hair and climbed along the walls and bedposts.
On the bedside table were two pots of Moonlight Goddess and White Jasmine with pale pink leaves, probably the only normal plants in the entire hospital.
Seeing the three strangers coming in, the man was stunned and asked, "May I ask who you are..."
"Come to visit you." Dong Zheng stopped in front of the bed, the middle-aged man's eyes and mouth were abnormally skewed, his hands and fingers were curled, and his lower limbs were stretched out under the quilt, typical of severe hemiplegia after a stroke.
Dong Zheng determined that he was the one he was looking for, "Don't Uncle Wen remember us?"
The blue cloth curtain used for separation in the middle of the ward was pulled, and the other half could not be seen. The bathroom door at the door of the room was closed, and everything was clean and tidy. Except for Wen Baoshan himself, there was no abnormality.
Cui Zuojing quietly left the ward.
"Ah?" A bit of doubt flashed in Wen Baoshan's cloudy right eye, and he said crampedly, "I'm sorry, I don't remember much. The doctor said that I was too ill and had neurological problems. Maybe I forgot something. Come on, don't just stand, I can't barely move now, you can do it yourself."
Of course he couldn't remember that Dong Zheng used his condition to say this, just to make the next move more convenient.
"That's it." Dong Zheng pulled the chair slightly without changing his face, and sat down comfortably. Wang Ailun looked around and could only sit on the edge of the escort wire bed next to him.
"My father and you are old friends for many years. I heard that you are sick. He is too busy to leave for the time being, so he asked my friends and I to come and visit you. How are you now?"
Cui Zuojing came in again, holding a handful of sky blue hyacinths in his hand, opening it, and gently pushing the door with his elbow.
The young man smiled and said, "I came in a hurry, I couldn't buy any gifts, I only brought some flowers, but it seems that Uncle Wen is indeed a flower-loving person, and this gift is not bad."
"Okay, okay." Wen Baoshan saw the hyacinth in Cui Zuojing's arms, his eyes lit up, and Jasmine at the fingertips felt his excitement, and danced gently and recklessly, all the branches and leaves from his hair stretched even more .
As expected of a hard-core vegetative person. Allen couldn't help but complain in his heart.
"I'll soak it for you." Cui Zuojing walked to the bedside table, pointed to the glass that had been left for half a glass and asked, "Can I use this glass?"
"Okay, just use it."
Cui Zuojing put the flower on the bedside table, took the cup and went to the bathroom to wash it.
Dong Zheng looked at the cluster of dreamy blue flowers and couldn't help but wonder: Where did he get these flowers
This question is easy to answer. Cui Zuojing just returned to the stairwell again, and violently broke the vines blocking the road to go up to the eighth floor, and found that there were all kinds of flowers growing there, the size was normal, and the ninth floor was connected. The stairs disappeared.
He picked some of the best looking hyacinths and came back in less than two minutes.
The handle of the bathroom could not be turned at all, Cui Zuojing expressionlessly took out a small section of soft tendrils folded on the road from his pocket, reached into the door lock and fiddled with it a few times.
The slayer's power turned it into a hard "wire" and bounced the machine away. The bathroom was dark, and an indescribable rotten odor wafted out. Cui Zuojing pushed open the door and went in, directly confronting the half-carrion who was hanging upside down by the vines on the roof.
The young man stepped over the hundreds of broken hands and dead branches and fallen leaves on the ground without changing his face, and stepped on someone's back, causing the corpse's spine to make a crackling sound, and the dodder parasitic in the abdominal cavity was forced to squeeze. exporting.
Cui Zuojing threw the two rotten heads from the sink into the toilet full of hair and turned on the rusty faucet. After the sound of lack of water, thick and bright red blood flowed out, with a stench that could not be ignored.
Cui Zuojing waited patiently for a while, the liquid from the faucet gradually became clear, then he rinsed the cup, took half a glass of water, and casually turned the carrion shooter with a mouth full of saliva towards the back of his head. to the other side.
Cui Zuojing wiped the corpse water from his handle on the wall, washed his hands again, and then stepped on the severed limbs and the stems and leaves of plants again, walked out of the bathroom, and carefully closed the door.
The teenager took the water cup to the head of the bed and inserted the hyacinth in full bloom into the mouth of the cup, turning it into a potted plant.
Dong Zheng keenly smelled the odor of the corpse wafting from his body, frowned indiscernibly, and continued to talk to Wen Baoshan as if nothing had happened.
In fact, Dong Zheng didn't say a few words during the whole process, Wen Baoshan kept talking non-stop, although it was a little awkward to speak because of the stroke, but from his conversation, Dong Zheng could clearly feel that Wen Baoshan was a high-level intellectual.
"I can't remember how long I haven't seen anyone other than doctors and nurses." Wen Baoshan sighed. He looked at the bright hyacinth and sighed softly.
Contacting the conversation between Luluo and the doctor that he heard in the stairwell just now, Dong Zheng had a vague guess in his heart. He was silent for a moment and asked tentatively, "Who is taking care of Uncle Wen these days."
Wen Baoshan turned his head and smiled bitterly: "Just me."
Allen is also in the play at this time. Dong Zheng and Cui Zuojing are more like each other. He is not so nervous as he mixes between them: "Ah, isn't that inconvenient for many things?"
"No way. If there is something very inconvenient, you can ask the doctors and nurses. They are all good people. It's really not good. I will see if I can hire a nurse in two days."
"What about your child? Won't he come?"
"He is in Shanghai, and he is busy with work. He has to work overtime every day until the evening. Sometimes the boss has to call him. He can't even take his child to the hospital with a fever in the middle of the night. How can he come to see me." Wen Baoshan sighed. Tone, "He is also under a lot of pressure. He has to pay off the mortgage to raise his children. As a father, I can only try my best to cause him less trouble."
Cui Zuojing raised his eyes and looked at Dong Zheng, but he didn't ask Wen Baoshan's wife's question. In all the conversations just now, he didn't mention his wife. He wanted to divorce or the other party was gone.
Dong Zheng exposed the heavy topic, according to the current progress, as long as they can lift Wen Baoshan's obsession, the trip to the secret realm can be over: "That's just when we have time today, what can Uncle Wen have to talk to us about. "
"Then don't think I'm annoying." Wen Baoshan's slanted mouth showed a smile, "I'm old, and no one wants to chat with me. Usually, I can only talk to the flowers I raise. I thought it would be nice if they could talk too."
Cui Zuojing: "Who said they can't talk? We even met a talking green dill when we went upstairs."
Wen Baoshan was stunned for a moment, then he became uncontrollably excited, and a frenzied joy poured out of his eyes: "You, can you hear them speak too?"
really.
"We all heard it." Dong Zheng said.
Wen Baoshan said incoherently: "You guys, don't you think it's weird, how can plants speak? When I first heard it, I thought I was crazy, and told the doctor that he also thought I might have a mental problem. , let me do a psychological test."
"People in this world will always subconsciously regard all things they can't understand as abnormal. When abnormality appears around, doubt, rejection, and veto will follow, but they don't know that they are all extraordinary powers." Cui Zuojing Gently touched the blade of the Moonlight Goddess and asked, "When did you notice it?"
"On the eighth day of my hospitalization, I was too bored to be alone. I was talking to these flowers as usual, but I heard a very weak voice. I thought I heard it wrong. After a long time, I realized that she was responding to me. ."
"I really wanted to talk to someone, so I talked to her all afternoon. She has a good temper and will always listen to me patiently, talk about things she finds interesting, tell me she has a friend, and second The goddess of the moonlight joined us."
Wen Baoshan sat motionless on the bed, the jasmine flowers in his eyes trembled slightly, and the frequency seemed to be saying something to him.
Wen Baoshan listened quietly for a while, nodded, and said again: "Before this, I was a staunch materialist, and I thought there might be something wrong with my head, so I told the doctor about it, but I didn't find any results. .
"Later, I really wanted to get some sunshine, and I didn't even want to close the curtains when I was taking a nap. I liked taking a bath and drinking water, and I ate less and less. The doctor said it was because my body was getting weaker, but I knew it wasn't like that.
"Until one day, I found that I had sprouted."
In the beginning, sprouts grew from the fingertips.
Wen Baoshan was frightened to death, but no one could see the green, soft leaves except him. In the eyes of doctors and nurses, he was still just an ordinary hemiplegia patient. Other than that, his body was no different.
The leaves grew bigger and bigger, and eventually even small flower buds swelled out. Wen Baoshan was terrified. Jasmine and Moonlight had been comforting him, telling him: It's okay, you're just more like us.
Panic and fear enveloped him in layers, and the thirst for sunlight and water intensified, and when these emotions and desires were strong enough to break through reason, madness came to the fore—and suddenly one day, he figured it out.
Instead of living in the strange eyes and loneliness of doctors and nurses every day, it is better to accept what you see and hear, and take it as normal. They can't feel it, which doesn't mean it really doesn't exist.
I'd rather be an indulgent lunatic than continue to gradually crumble in loneliness.
Before he was completely paralyzed, Wen Baoshan often walked around the hospital and found that every plant has its own soul, some of them are violent, some are docile, some are chattering all day long about whose child When I left, I secretly poured the water from the cup into the flowerpot.
"At that time, I thought, maybe God has pity on me, and when I was the most lonely and most needed to talk, he gave me so many friends, although it would make other people think I was crazy, but I'm really happy ."
Having said that, Wen Baoshan stopped. His wife is divorced, and his only child is far away from home. He was sent to the hospital by a colleague after a stroke. He was alone in the hospital bed. No one.
Colleagues and friends came to see him, but all had their own affairs and lives and stayed here for an hour at most. After they left, Wen Baoshan was so bored that he didn't even want to watch TV, and the mobile phone that young people liked was not attractive to him. More often, he just stared at the ceiling in a daze, talking to himself.
At the age of fifty-three, Wen Baoshan was forced to stop working due to a sudden illness, and finally told him what it means to be forgotten by the world.
Could there be anything worse than this
"Later, my hemiplegia became more and more serious, and I could barely move on my own. Flowers grew on more and more parts of my body. One day, Jasmine asked me if I would like to be like them and become their forever friend."
Cui Zuojing: "You agreed?"
"Yes, I promise." Wen Baoshan tried hard to raise his arm, but couldn't do it at all, so he had to say to Dong Zheng, "Can you help me lift the quilt?"
Dong Zheng got up and lifted the quilt covering his chest.
From the abdomen down, the human body disappeared. The brown-green stems of plants grew from every inch of skin, submerging the waist, hips and legs. The vigorous green leaves stretched out, and the white flowers were in clusters, and the pale yellow stamens exuded Charming aroma.
Wen Baoshan's whole person is like a huge jasmine, growing on the hospital bed.
Sick, beautiful.
"And then I... became who I am now."