Hospital.
The man was wearing loose casual clothes, squinting his eyes and leaning in the wheelchair, lost in thought.
There is a piece of paper between the fingertips hanging under the armrest, and the characters on it are flamboyant and sharp.
It's never been his style.
"You're welcome… "
Song Wenchuan murmured, he sat from the afternoon to the evening, and the dusk fell.
Outside the window is a small garden, the scenery is bleak in winter, and the trees are bare only their branches. Under the small street lights, the family members are walking with the patient.
Everyone's life is proceeding in an orderly manner, only he—
It seems that something went wrong.
It was as if when he was recovering, some part of his brain was not right, causing his life to seem to be heading further and further in an unknown direction.
Soon Song Wenchuan couldn't even catch up with him.
Outside the inpatient department, two people who were at odds met on a narrow road.
Song Jingwan got off the car, she smiled and raised her eyes, "Go up together?"
"OK."
Song Yaoyao put her hands in her coat pockets and walked towards the elevator at a leisurely pace.
Song Jingwan was sitting in a wheelchair, and her speed was not slow.
The two entered the elevator at the same time.
Press the floor and the elevator starts to go up.
The small and closed space gives people a sense of suffocation.
Song Jingwan asked: "I heard that the third class also prepared a drama performance?"
"so?"
Song Yaoyao's eyes fell on the constantly beating words, and she didn't even lower her eyelids.
"Class 1 was also prepared, I was supposed to be the leading actor," she said, eager to be the leading role, eager to be the focus of the crowd.
But Song Yaoyao made her live like a waste for at least three months.
"Everything is thanks to you, Song Yaoyao." Song Jingwan said coldly.
"Do you believe in retribution? Everything you get now is retribution."
If Song Jingwan hadn't had bad intentions and pushed the original Song Yaoyao into the swimming pool, which resulted in the death of the original body. So now, she is still the eldest lady of the Song family who is so high above the stars, and in her original body, she is still the poor little girl who is overwhelmed by her brilliance.
So, where there is a cause, there is an effect.
She has now, no wonder others.
"Ah… "
Song Jingwan sneered, she was not as angry as before, or pretended to be a lovely and pitiful victim. He just looked at Song Yaoyao in a daze, "Sooner or later, I will find out the secrets hidden in you, so what if I can't participate in the performance? This time, Class One will still win, including the final exam results—"
She will give it her all.
To fight for everything that was taken away by Song Yaoyao.
"Then do your best~"
Song Yaoyao smiled, her lips curled up, dismissive.
The elevator door opened, and Song Yaoyao walked out without even looking at Song Jingwan.
Meanwhile, in the ward.
Song Wenchuan finally made up his mind and made a phone call.
"It's me. I remember you said that there is a very powerful friend abroad who is good at hypnosis, isn't it?"
"Well, it's not convenient for me to move around now, if possible, please help me invite him over."
"Okay, see you in a few days—"
As soon as he cut off the call, Song Yaoyao walked in from the outside.
"My family has grown up, and I know how to care about my brother." Song Wenchuan's heart was sweet, and he pursed his lips, "But it's cold, you don't need to run to the hospital every day, and this place is not a good place."
Some people say that hospitals are the places with the most germs in the world.
The little girl in his family was delicate and delicate, and Song Wenchuan didn't want her to be wronged like this every day.