The sunset light came from the side, illuminating the small garden in the middle of the inpatient building.
This inpatient building is U-shaped, and Wen Qingying is right at the very edge, a separate ward, quiet and secluded from the outside world.
Wen Qingying stood quietly by the window, someone was talking behind him, but it didn't disturb him at all. Someone came to pull his arm, he turned around obediently, but he didn't even know who was in front of him.
His eyes have no focus, like a puppet, letting others pull him around, loosening and pinching him.
"Sister, don't tease him!"
"Wen Qingying, what the hell are you thinking about!"
"This family member, please calm down. It's better to let him be quiet."
"70 beds, it's time to wash your ears."
The noise in the ward fell silent for a while, and Wen Qingying walked to the balcony.
Standing here, he could see the bottom of the corridor on the other side, he looked aimlessly, his eyes were originally scattered, but suddenly he focused.
At the end of the diagonally opposite corridor, by the window, a man was crying.
The man was tall and thin. He was covering his face with his hands, and his body was shaking unnaturally, as if he was a dried-up fish that would lose his life in the next moment.
After a while, the man put down his hand.
He leaned slightly against the wall by the window, looking down at the ground. From this angle, Wen Qingying could see most of his face, but there was no expression on that face.
No expression, just tears.
It fell into Wen Qingying's eyes like a sad silent film.
About ten minutes later, the man wiped away his tears, turned and left the corridor, only a golden ray of light fell in the place, which gradually became dim.
After the person disappeared for a long time, Wen Qingying finally retracted her gaze and walked back to the ward blankly.
He stood in front of the window habitually, but suddenly saw the man just now. The man was sitting by the bed in the opposite ward, reading a book to the person lying on the bed.
Calm to the extreme, as if the crying person would never be him.
From then on, Wen Qingying could see that man every day.
From time to time, the man would go to the window in the corridor. Sometimes he would just stand quietly, sometimes he would collapse for a few minutes. In a short period of time, Wen Qingying found that he had suddenly lost weight and almost lost his shape.
One day more than a week later, Wen Qingying was still standing by the window and saw that the ward opposite was empty.
He went downstairs alone, walked in the small garden in the atrium, walked to the wisteria trellis, and saw a pale man sitting below.
The two sides met, Wen Qingying walked over to sit next to him, the man smiled and said softly: "Hello, I recognize you, your ward is opposite me."
Wen Qingying couldn't speak, just looked at him.
"Where did you get sick?" the man asked.
Wen Qingying still looked at him.
The man was a little surprised: "Can't you hear?"
After a long while, the man said to himself: "Little poor, just like my younger brother, my little Ling doesn't like to talk when he's not happy. He has a really weird temper."
Thinking of talking about his younger brother, the man was in a good mood, with a smile in his voice: "Although he has a strange temper, he is very tofu-hearted, and he is not forgiving on the surface, and he is also very smart. I don't understand... I don't understand."
After saying these two sentences, the two strangers sat together under the flower stand in silence.
After a few minutes, Yunnan came running from outside and saw Wen Qingying in the distance, she breathed a sigh of relief and waved to her.
The man smiled: "The person looking for you is here."
Wen Qingying glanced at him, and the man said, "Smile more."
Wen Qingying still had a blank expression on his face when the words left his mouth, but he nodded in greeting.
Yunnan, who was near, was stunned for a moment.
Wen Qingying has not given any response to the outside world for a long time. Seeing this, her eyes immediately turned red, she looked at the man sitting under the flower stand, and smiled: "Hello."
The man nodded: "Hello."
"Brother, it's time to wash your ears." She said, pulling Wen Qingying and pointing to her ears.
After saying goodbye to each other, the brothers and sisters got up and went back to the ward.
The man sat for a while, and the little order in his mouth came back with porridge, and when he approached, he immediately said a little irritably: "Tao Jun, you are too picky, where is the porridge not to eat? I am exhausted! "
"Come here and slap your shoulders." Tao Jun smiled, "I saw a handsome young man just now, but unfortunately he can't speak and has problems with his ears."
His younger brother gave a "tsk" and said, "Eat it, you don't care about others."
On the thirtieth day of Wen Qingying's stay in this hospital, the ward opposite was empty.
When the body was covered with a large white slip, Wen Qingying hurriedly circled the interior of the inpatient building and ran to the opposite corridor.
Just as he passed, he saw the man following behind the flat car, seemingly calm, but after walking a few steps, he fell headlong without warning.
Someone exclaimed, Wen Qingying happened to be close, and ran to the front in two steps. The nurse next to him said, "Help me help me!"
He picked up the person and found that the body in his arms was terribly light.
He was led in a hurry, and finally put the person on the hospital bed. Someone squeezed in from outside, anxiously shouting "Junior Brother", and thanked Wen Qingying.
Standing for a while outside the hustle and bustle, Wen Qingying exited.
Back in his ward, he sat by the window sill, opened the window and looked down, a tree hibiscus was blooming in the garden.
Yunnan, who came in from outside, let out a suppressed exclamation, ran over and hugged him, carefully pulling him onto the hospital bed.
"Brother..." she shouted, "don't scare me."
Wen Qingying looked down at her.
The brothers and sisters looked at each other and suddenly realized that his eyes were focused. Yunnan was overjoyed and said loudly, "Brother, have you seen me? Brother, I am Nannan!"
She said and cried: "Brother, I'm Nannan, you should stay away from the window sill, no matter how high you are, stay away from the window sill, okay?"
Wen Qingying did not respond, and after a long time, he raised his hand to wipe Yunnan's tears, slowly hugged the person, pressed his face on top of her head, and looked sideways at the sunset outside the window.
Yunnan was held in his arms by him and burst into tears.
Three years later, Yunnan was promoted to senior year. I heard that she would stay in the school for graduate school and move to the city campus in the future.
Wen Qingying has been working as a volunteer in the sign language class of the Palace of Culture. A colleague runs a flower art training institution at home. He will visit in his spare time and learn some flower cultivation experience by the way.
In September, when I passed by the provincial west gate one day, I found that a duck neck store was being sold. Wen Qingying was moved, and went over to ask about the rent.
The other party found out that he was deaf and dumb, and quoted a slightly lower price, but Wen Qingying shook his head, indicating that others should come as normal.
It turned out that the owner and the landlord were kind-hearted. Seeing that he was unwilling to take advantage, they introduced a familiar decoration company.
The flower shop is ready.
On the day of the re-examination of Yunnan Baoyan, the flower shop officially opened.
In the afternoon, I came to Yunnan and talked to him about Baoyan. He talked about the fact that he didn't pay for it. Fortunately, a teacher helped him.
Before dinner time, Yun Xin came to pick her up.
The first business of the flower shop was brought by a girl who also met at the Palace of Culture. At five o'clock in the afternoon, she came to pick up the flowers that were ordered.
Just after putting the flowers on the battery car, Wen Qingying trimmed the hydrangea with her back to the store door, and a customer outside shouted, "Boss!"
Wen Qingying was habitually silent.
The man shouted twice in succession and became impatient. The girl just came in to check out. She poked Wen Qingying on the shoulder and motioned him to look outside.
Wen Qingying turned around.
A thin man stood at the door, holding a handful of pale green chrysanthemums.
The man was wearing glasses, his appearance was fair and his temperament was cold, and his brows were a little sullen, but he disappeared without a trace in an instant.
His eyes met suddenly, Wen Qingying's face was blank, but a hurricane suddenly blew in his heart.
He knew this man.
After looking at each other for a long time, the man seemed to feel strange, looked away, and took another handful of flowers from the flower stand.
After reporting the price, Wen Qingying suppressed the inexplicable emotions in her heart, and turned to look for the kraft paper wrapped in flowers.
He stopped the man who was about to leave, wrapped the flowers awkwardly, used a card to tell him to change the water frequently, Wen Qingying turned around and continued trimming the hydrangea, and never looked at the man again.
After waiting for the others to leave, he walked to the door and saw the figure walking towards the subway station.
After thinking for a while, Wen Qingying started to pack up and close the store.
For a long time, Wen Qingying was keen to wander around the cemetery, and he would even look at the tombstones one by one, guessing the life of the people buried here.
Therefore, he had also seen the tombstone of the young man at a place slightly higher up against the wall.
After taking the next subway train and transferring to the next bus, Wen Qingying went to the cemetery.
Accompanying Wen Qiu for a long time, he walked down the path and pulled away a large clump of junipers, just in time to see the man who seemed to be frightened and stepped back half a step unconsciously.
The light came from far away, and the man saw clearly that it was him, and blurted out: "Wen Qingying?"
Wen Qingying blinked, secretly surprised.
After the man finished asking, he took out his mobile phone and typed: "What a coincidence, I remember you, the gentleman who bought flowers in the afternoon."
I stayed next to the flower market that night, and sat in the middle of the night as usual. Wen Qingying sent a text message to her former personal doctor: "Doctor Zhu, I will resume training this week, is it okay?"
After returning to the city in the morning to open a flower shop, Dr. Zhu's reply came: "Are you ready? If you give up halfway, it will be difficult to start all over again."
Wen Qingying stood in the flower shop, held her cell phone for a while, turned her head inadvertently, just saw the man passing by the door, and nodded at him as a greeting.
Seeing that the back figure entered the diagonally opposite school gate, Wen Qingying edited the message to send: "Ready."
When I woke up from a nap, it was late, the curtains blocked the light, and the air was extremely dull, as if a rainstorm was brewing.
Wen Qingying opened her eyes and habitually glanced at Tao Ling first, Tao Ling was still sleeping soundly with the pillow in his shoulder.
His eyes moved up and landed on the ceiling, and the scene in the dream was still spinning in front of him.
Perhaps it was because of chatting with Tao Ling about the past before going to bed. On this extremely ordinary day, Wen Qingying suddenly dreamed of the first meeting of two people.
My heart was sour and astringent for a while, but it was still full.
He opened a little distance and lowered his head to look at Tao Ling again. After looking at it for a long time, he began to palpitate again, as if he just fell in love with him every time.
In the dream, he realized that the embrace wasn't tight enough, Tao Ling moved forward unconsciously, the whole person was in Wen Qingying's arms, and his face rubbed against the side of his neck.
Wen Qingying laughed silently, kissed his forehead, kissed between his eyebrows, and finally let go of his hand and kissed his Adam's apple.
Tao Ling also woke up after a while, looked down and saw the top of Wen Qingying's head, feeling the collarbone being kissed, he smiled sleepily and asked, "What are you doing?"
Wen Qingying smiled and came to kiss his lips: "Sir."
"Yeah." Tao Ling responded and kissed him, feeling restless, he whispered, "We haven't done it for many days."
Wen Qingying breathed heavily, nodded, her lips pressed against his again, and her movements suddenly became a little rough.
Tao Ling raised his head and tried to meet, and the sound of rain outside suddenly sounded.
"It's raining," he said, panting.
Wen Qingying repeated: "It's raining."
Tao Ling smiled, the tip of his toes hooked his leg, and he turned over and pressed Wen Qingying on top of him.
Wen Qingying showed her little tiger teeth and looked at him with burning eyes.
Tao Ling sat on Wen Qingying, with his legs on his waist, his hands on his chest, looked at each other for a long time, and leaned over to lead a kiss.
"Wait until I run out of strength before you move." He leaned against Wen Qingying's ear and whispered.
Wen Qingying's heart skipped a beat at this sentence, she raised her hand to take off Tao Ling's pajamas, her thin waistline was exposed, and he held it in his palm.
The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier. In the midst of the strong wind and rain, Tao Ling couldn't hold back the surging reactions of his body and mind.
So Wen Qingying's line of defense completely collapsed.
Tao Ling still has spare power, but he has been penetrated by the vigorous love, and it is like a small boat tossing up and down in the water, drifting with the wind.
But he wasn't afraid at all, because someone clasped his hand firmly and held his waist.
This time it was too intense. When the rain subsided, the sky was completely dark.
Tao Ling lay on Wen Qingying's body, let it go for a long time, and suddenly said, "My dear, let me ask you a question."
"Tell me." Wen Qingying wrapped his arms around his back and stroked his butterfly bone with the other.
Tao Ling got up slightly and met his eyes: "We met for the first time in the flower shop before, no, it was a reunion. When we met again in the flower shop, what were you thinking?"
Hearing the question, Wen Qingying did not answer immediately.
He stared at Tao Ling for too long, until Tao Ling almost became an eternal sculpture in his eyes, and then he said softly, "Don't be sad, autumn is fine."
The author has something to say: There are a few comments in the last chapter, I don't know what to say, woo woo I kneel down, this chapter is sweet, it's really sweet!