The operation was very successful.
Dr. Li took off his mask, and after talking about the results, a bright smile appeared on his wrinkled face, and Zhuang Yi breathed a sigh of relief instantly.
Xun Yuming was quickly pushed out of the operating room, with gauze wrapped around his bald head, his eyes closed, and he was unconscious. Zhuang Yi touched his exposed arm, the tentacles were cold, and his face was slightly warm, but not warm.
With red eyes, Zhuang Yi softly called his name. Dr. Li smiled and said: "The anesthesia has not yet passed, and it will take time for the brain to recover its functions. Maybe tomorrow morning, maybe a few days, I should wake up."
"I know." Zhuang Yi nodded, and then a tear fell, and fell on Xun Yuming's hand with a "slap".
He smiled awkwardly, "I'm sorry, send him to the intensive care unit." Followed the nurse through the special passage, and sent Xun Yuming to the ICU.
The wards here are all single rooms separated by transparent glass. Nurses can monitor each patient's condition in real time without going in. Therefore, a family member is allowed to guard inside.
Zhuang Man and Qiao Ran stopped at the door and called Zhuang Yi: "Go in, we won't go. Grandpa asked me yesterday where you two went, and I couldn't hide the truth. You should call home when you have time." , don’t make them anxious.”
"By the way, can Doctor Xun eat?" Qiao Ran asked in his trouser pocket, "Shall I buy you some food?"
"It doesn't work now, it depends on his recovery." Zhuang Yi looked at the person behind the glass door, he was sleeping unconsciously, and there was no trace of emotion on his calm face. "Sister, is your little apartment still there?"
"It's rented, but it's due soon." Zhuang Man bought a small apartment of more than 40 square meters in Berlin when she was in school. Rarely inherited their inheritance, so he lived his whole life in a bachelor apartment.
Naturally, she couldn't do it later, she had wind in her blood, and she couldn't stay anywhere for long. Zhuang Yi thought of this and just wanted to find a house: "Can you let them go in advance? I can lose money."
"Do you want to use it for Mingming's birthday?"
"No, I want to save something."
Zhuang Man nodded, promised to help him contact the tenant, handed him the camera, and left with Qiao Ran.
Zhuang Yi went to the corridor to talk with his grandfather on the phone, and briefly explained the matter of looking for Yuming, but he scolded him head and face. When he came back, the nurse just came to record the data for Xun Yuming. He thanked Xun Yuming, walked to Xun Yuming, tucked him in the quilt, and began to help him answer emails.
Xun Yuming had asked him to publish the paper this morning, but the computer was not with him at the moment, so Zhuang Yi opened the document with his mobile phone, checked that there were no typos, and sent it out in the name of Xun Yuming.
His mobile phone was too cheap, and Sun Zhuo stepped on it again, and it froze badly in operation. It took Zhuang Yi a long time to exit the thesis page, when a prompt popped up on the screen asking him to clean up the memory.
Click on the storage space of the mobile phone, and the text message function occupies the highest memory usage. I am afraid that Xun Yuming is the only one who still writes text messages these days. He opened the message again, so he could have glimpsed Xun Yuming's privacy, he didn't read the content carefully, he just deleted the spam messages for him.
After deleting and refreshing again, the memory has hardly changed. Zhuang Yi became suspicious, clicked on the draft box, and the phone was stuck on the loading page.
After a while, the interface finally returned to normal. He swiped down, and countless long text messages flooded up, and with a light touch of his finger, the interface jumped to a text message that didn't know where it was ranked, and the recipient had two words—Zhuang Yi.
Before Xun Yuming remarked to him, it was clearly "brother", why did he change his name so formally
Since it's written for myself, it's okay to take a look. Zhuang Yi glanced down, and the second paragraph of the text reads: "Today is St. Patrick's Day again. There are a lot of 'green' patients in the hospital. Help in the emergency room, and they thought of you again when they saw you."
Zhuang Yi's heart moved, he frowned, and continued to look down.
"I went to Seattle with my teachers a few days ago, and it really rains all the time there. I remember you said before that if you have time, you will take me to the Space Needle to see the rain. I wanted to see it myself, but unfortunately our The medical assistance team could only stay for one day, and then left with the plane.
Next time, next time I will definitely see it.
Back in Rochester, it actually rained here at night, and the whole city was wet. Carrying my suitcase, I shuttled through the concrete jungle full of tall buildings, thinking of the days when we went to Chicago, I felt a little sentimental.
These beautiful and gorgeous memories will one day be erased in my mind, and I will become a fool with empty eyes, facing this world that I once owned and finally lost, I will completely forget you.
At that time, maybe I will still be curious, is there someone in the world who is thinking about me and loving me? But my answer is definitely no, because I am too boring. If there is no proof of those experiences, how can I believe that I once had a lover as dazzling as you.
But I think, I will never wonder if there is a person in the world who I have thought about, loved, and even faintly care about even when I am sick. Because you are always by my side and with me, you live in my life and in my heart, even if I lose my memory and intelligence, no one can take you away.
You will always be you and I will always be me. Maybe you once loved me wrongly, but I never loved you wrongly.
God treats me well, and I hope you will be as lucky as me. "
Zhuang Yi shook his hand and clicked on the storage date, which showed that it was a few years ago, when Xun Yuming was still a resident at Mayo. He opened other messages and looked at them. The contents were different, but the subjects were all unsent letters to himself.
It took him a long time to scroll down to the bottom of the page. The first edit date was the day he passed the intern exam and successfully graduated from Hopkins. The first sentence at the beginning was still greeting him: "How are you?"
But then said: "The homeowner in New York wrote me a letter and told me not to send letters to them anymore. There is no way. I can only write you a text message in the future, although it is very sloppy."
Who are the homeowners in New York
When did he start writing the letter
Why send a letter to a homeowner in New York when you write it to yourself
Zhuang Yi thought for a while, then suddenly remembered: before Xun Yuming went home to visit relatives, and went to New York with him for a transit, he had mentioned his home address at that time. Later, when his parents returned to China, the house was sold to an old gentleman. Xun Yuming also knew about this matter, and Zhuang Yi only mentioned it to him not long before they broke up.
Now that you know, why send a letter to New York
He was eager to know the answer, and there was a feather in his heart that kept scratching. He immediately went out and called Zhuang Man, asking her to go to New York for him, and find the current owner to see if he could get those letters.
Zhuang Man had nothing to do anyway, so he helped him negotiate with the tenant, and booked a flight to New York that night.
Zhuang Yi returned to the intensive care unit, held Xun Yuming's hand, talked to him intermittently, and asked in a low voice in his ear: "What have you done, obviously? Wake up quickly, wake up and hide it from me." Tell me everything about me, okay?"
Xun Yuming's brows were stretched, his eyelids were tightly closed, and he showed no sign of waking up.
Zhuang Yi squeezed his temple, and the ring finger of his left hand was beating wildly, overlapping with the "beep" sound of the ventilator, as if sensing Xun Yuming's heartbeat. He didn't know how long it had passed, but when he raised his head, he saw the twilight outside the window, and the sky was gradually getting dark.
Qiao Ran happened to come to deliver food to him, and stood at the door waving at him, signaling him to come out. Zhuang Yi let go of Xun Yuming's hand, got up and went out, and the electric door "hula" closed, isolating the movement inside.
"Is my sister gone?"
"I just went to the airport to see her off, she took her things and came back."
"There's no need to be so anxious." In fact, Zhuang Yi was very anxious, but it's not easy for Zhuang Man to stay up all night.
Qiao Ran opened the lunch box, it was some simple Chinese food, the taste was very ordinary, "Let's eat together, I asked the housekeeper to clean up the house, you can go and have a look when you have time." Saying that, he handed him a shiny silver key .
Zhuang Yi put it away, stirring the porridge one after another, but he was not in the mood to eat it. It was useless for Qiao Ran to persuade him a few words, so he could only try to make him feel better, and went back to the hotel with the leftovers.
The ward that Xun Yuming lived in before was still vacant. They paid a month's fee and could move in whenever they wanted. But Zhuang Yi was afraid that Xun Yuming would wake up at night, or something else happened, so he kept sitting in the small chair in the intensive care unit and refused to leave.
Zhuang Man came back the next night, she came and went in a hurry, tired and sleepy, put down the suitcase and went back to catch up on sleep. Zhuang Yi opened the paper box she brought, and there were piles of envelopes with postmarks inside.
Zhuang Man said that the landlord read a few letters and thought they were very meaningful, so they put them into the warehouse. He thought it was just a testimony of sincere love. The writer probably gave up on a whim and would give up in a few days. He didn't expect that Xun Yuming would persist for several years, let alone see them get back together in his lifetime.
The old landlord originally wanted to save Xun Yuming's letters for a lifetime, so as to give him a place to put his feelings, but a few years ago, he was paralyzed after a stroke, and he could no longer receive letters for him, so he asked someone to write a letter for him and send it to Xun Yuming, please don't send letters to this address again.
I don’t know if kindness comes with good rewards. In the past few years, the old landlord’s illness has miraculously recovered, and more than 80 people have walked on the ground again. I want Xun Yuming to send a letter, but the other party has changed the address. He had no choice but to arrange the old letters in chronological order and save them one by one.
Zhuang Yi opened the first stack, the first three were torn, and the rest were untouched. It seems that after receiving the letter three times, the old landlord figured out the reason of the matter and stopped reading it.
Taking advantage of Xun Yuming's awakening and Zhuang Yi's left and right, he cut the letters one by one and read them slowly.
"Brother, how are you
Didn't think I could write to you, did you? I didn't think about it either, but I don't know how else I can talk to you. I know you've moved, and this letter will never be heard from when it's sent, but it doesn't matter, it's just what I need.
what are you doing now? Maybe I can't help but miss you like me, thinking about it like crazy, so I wrote these down when I picked up the pen.
No, you won't miss me, you should hate me very much now. I abandoned you and left you with the cruelest reasons when you were most helpless.
You must hate me very much, right? But you will not be indifferent, because I know how much you love me, so I know that even if we break up, you will not be indifferent.
I love you too.
Look, isn't it ridiculous? We seem to dare to say love unscrupulously only on paper and after we are separated. People in love are very strange. They are afraid of getting hurt, afraid of loving first, afraid of giving too much, and afraid that the love is too strong and will not be responded to, so they step by step, carefully argue, grasp a little bit of clues and make assumptions. But he still refuses to say love. It wasn't until it was lost that it was too late.
But what's the use of regretting
Alas, I'm sorry, I probably drank too much alcohol, lost my mind, and talked nonsense. I want to tell you so much, pouring it into the pen, but it is difficult to write half a word.
Actually I still love you.
Isn't it ridiculous? The secret is so breathless.
I know that you are a proud person, and you have given me all the compromises in your life, so even if I look back at you now, you will not accept me. Of course I won't do that, I just want to tell you that I will always love you, whether you still love me or not, and whether there is a result or not.
No, there must be no result. "
"How is it going
I am happy to tell you that my research has been validated and I have been shortlisted for the Field Award! I haven't told Grandpa yet, I'm so happy, I want to tell you first. You must be happy for me, right
In fact, I am not sure whether I can win the award, because the competition is too fierce, and everyone's research is very good. I told the teacher that I don't care if I lose, the nomination is affirmative. He also told me that at my current level, I should lose the election, so I shouldn't take it too seriously.
But let me tell you quietly, I really want to win the prize, and I will be very sad if I lose, maybe even cry. Oh, am I being too greedy
I miss you so much.
…”
"I won the award brother! I really won the award! At first I couldn't believe it. When I received the call from the organizing committee, I was dumbfounded, but all this was not a dream, it was real.
But the teacher told me that I was not originally the recipient of the award. That person passed away in a car accident, so it was my turn to be selected, so my name is not correct. I am like the vice president who succeeded the president after his death. Nor will it be remembered by the world.
The teacher said I was so lucky. I knew he was praising me, but I wasn't happy to hear it. You say, am I really lucky? Is everything I get because of luck
I miss you so much.
If you are with me, you will be able to tell me to understand in time.
I really miss you and want to go back and see you, so I just take a sneak peek.
…”
Starting from the first letter, Zhuang Yi read page by page, read the paper ones, then read the electronic ones, until it was past four o'clock in the morning, and finally finished reading the nearly 3,000 letters he wrote in the past eight years .
Xun Yuming still didn't wake up.
Zhuang Yi tidied them up and put them in the box. Those papers were already dark yellow and old, mixed with his tears, they looked more and more vicissitudes and ages.
He sighed, held Xun Yuming's hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "When did you wake up, little ear? My brother has seen what you want to say. Now that I'm by your side, why don't you open your eyes and see?" I?"
Zhuang Yi swallowed his throat, feeling tightness in his chest, sore eyes, and he couldn't control his emotions, so he put his right hand against his mouth and nose to relax for a while.
It seemed to be telepathic, and the people on the hospital bed seemed to feel his pain and helplessness at the moment, and the fingers that had been spread by the bed suddenly moved.
Zhuang Yi's heart missed a beat, and a huge surprise fell from the sky. He forgot to react for a while, and then he slapped the calling bell, "Obviously? You're awake?!"
The author has something to say: Recently, at the end of each chapter, I have to type a lot of words and delete them. The release time will be very late. Babies can watch it in the morning, and there will be no interruption.
Do you still remember the text messages backed up when Xun Yuming’s phone broke for the first time and bought a new phone? These are the letters (I forgot how many chapters, but you should be able to find it by searching keywords).
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