Qin Mingzhu ran back again, and he carried the umbrella crookedly on his shoulder. He stood by the roadside and shouted: "I wish you happiness."
The rain and fog are hazy, and I can't see clearly.
Times have changed, which young man is as warm as before.
Mo Bing smiled: "Thank you." Looking at the boy in the distance, he said, "I wish you happiness too."
He turned around and ran away with his back straight, his gray sweater and white sneakers gradually disappearing into the rain.
I wish you happiness.
After that, let's say goodbye and be safe.
In the future, put the memory with the deceased without regret.
The next day, the sky cleared and the sun set on the window, melting the thin ice and covering it with a layer of water droplets, making it difficult to see the branches pressed by the ice outside the window.
In the ward, the monitor and the ventilator sounded regularly, and the sleeping person on the bed slowly opened his eyelashes with trembling eyelashes.
He opened his mouth, wore an oxygen mask, and made no sound. When he raised his hand, he realized that his palm was being held. The warmth came from his fingertips, and he turned his head slowly to look over.
Mo Bing was lying on the hospital bed, not sleeping soundly, and frowning tightly.
He took off his oxygen mask and called her, "Mo, Bing."
Those two words were very light, but they immediately startled her dream. When she raised her head, she was stunned when she saw his eyes open.
"Mo, Bing."
He struggled to call her name, the hand that was pricked with needles was still holding her hand, and pulled towards him, his face was pale, but his black pupils seemed to be splashed with the thickest ink color, white and black were clearly distinct.
Mo Bing woke up from his dream and stood up abruptly: "Don't talk, I'll call the doctor."
She just turned around when he grabbed her hand: "Don't go."
Mo Bing was a little panicked, hurriedly rang the emergency bell on the bedside, turned around and shouted for the nurse, but he held the other hand firmly all the time.
She didn't dare to move, for fear of scratching his wound, she arched her back stiffly: "How are you? Is there any discomfort?" She stretched out two fingers again, "What is this? Can you see it clearly?"
She wasn't sure if he had fully regained consciousness, the brain was injured, and there would be many emergencies.
Lin Anzhi was very weak, there was no blood on his lips, his eyes were a little loose, and his mouth opened and closed.
Mo Bing couldn't hear clearly, so he bent over to get closer.
His voice was very low, as if dreaming: "We won't go to the beach next summer, your eyes will get inflamed if you get sand in your eyes, and I have to do your summer homework again."
She didn't understand, and was a little anxious: "What did you say?"
Lin Anzhi raised his hand and lightly touched her eyelids with his fingertips: "Are your eyes still hurting? I bought anti-inflammatory drugs and are still on the bicycle."
Mo Bing raised his head, dumbfounded.
He was tired, closed his eyes again, and fell asleep.
Later, the doctor came and gave him a detailed examination. He woke up halfway and asked Mo Bing to apply medicine, saying that her eyes were very inflamed and swollen.
Where there is inflammation, her eyes are swollen from crying.
Mo Bing went to see Director Zhao who was outside his head, and then paced the corridor instead of going back to the ward.
After Jiang Jiusheng knew the situation, he came over from Shi Jin's office and saw Mo Bing hovering at the door: "Why don't you go in?"
Mo Bing was a little dazed and unsure, and said, "I don't know what to do with him."
Lin Anzhi's memory stayed in the summer vacation when he was fourteen, and the next fifteen years were blank.
"At that time, he just came to my house. He was withdrawn, didn't feel safe, and didn't like to talk. I deliberately took the summer vacation and took him to the beach. After playing for a day, sand got in my eyes, and the inflammation was very swollen. See There was no sea, so I took him back again."
Leaning against the wall, Mo Bing and Jiang Jiusheng talked about the past, but the memory was a little far away, like an old black and white movie, frame by frame but very coherent and clear.
"At that time, I didn't want to do my summer homework, so I lied to him that my eyesight was bad and I couldn't read clearly. My parents were not at home. He rode a bicycle to buy me medicine at night and was hit by a car on the way. "
Jiang Jiusheng understood that Lin Anzhi's memory was stuck in that car accident.
"At that time, his leg was broken, and I still relied on him. He insisted on writing me homework for the summer vacation. After that, he started to cling to me very much, and he was still very withdrawn. He only talked to me and nagged me every day to give me eyes. Apply medicine." Mo Bing smiled, feeling lost, "I thought I forgot, but suddenly I remembered it all."
The old things are hidden tightly, thought to be forgotten, and suddenly found that they are all carved into the bone.
"what did the doctor say?"
Mo Bing sighed, with mixed feelings in his heart: "The bullet hit the brain, causing memory loss."
Jiang Jiusheng was silent for a moment: "Can you recover?"
"I don't know." Mo Bing pointed to his head, "The human brain is as complicated as the human heart."
In the ward, Lin Anzhi fell asleep again. He was weak and fell asleep for more than half of the day, and his waking time was very short.
Mo Bing went home and then to the hospital. The nurse came to tell her that the patient had been looking for her.
As soon as she entered the ward, Lin Anzhi immediately sat up, staring at her with a pair of deep eyes, steadfastly looking at her with cautious fawning eyes.
That's how it was when she first came to her house, withdrawn and guarded, but at the same time paradoxically dependent.
Mo Bing walked to the hospital bed.
"Are you mad at me?" He looked at her intently.
Fourteen-year-old Lin Anzhi always looked lonely and desolate, only when he was looking at her, he would be a little more angry and lively, and he felt very insecure, so he always looked at her like walking on eggshells.
Mo Bing sat down: "Why am I angry?"
He thought for a while: "Because I didn't write your summer homework for you." Soon, he said, "You bring it to the hospital, and I'll write it for you."
It was exactly the same as the car accident that year. He knew that she was pretending to have eye pain, but in the end he stayed up in the hospital for several nights and wrote her summer homework neatly.
Mo Bing thought it was funny, but he couldn't laugh no matter what, and his heart was sour: "There is no need to write now."
Lin Anzhi misinterpreted her words, his eyes suddenly drooped, and his voice lowered a lot: "Are you going to send me away?" Before Mo Bing could speak, the longing in his eyes became more and more intense, with uncertainty Ingratiating and prudent, he said, "I will earn the money for hospitalization and return it to you. Can you not send me back?"
During the first six months of his stay in Mo's house, he never felt safe, afraid of being sent back to the orphanage, so he was always trembling.
Mo Bing approached him and pointed to his face: "Look at my face, does it look like I'm fourteen?"
He looked at her in a daze, clutching the quilt tightly with his hands.
"Lin Anzhi, we've all grown up."
After saying this sentence, Mo Bing was going to have a showdown with him, but Lin Anzhi grabbed her hand just as he was about to speak: "Don't send me away, I will listen to what you and Aunt Ning have to say."
She was completely speechless, and didn't know how to respond. Fourteen-year-old Lin Anzhi, with just a pair of eyes, could make her feel so distressed that she surrendered.
Shi Jin had an operation in the afternoon, and after it was over, it was already dark.
Jiang Jiusheng was waiting for him in the office, and just squinted on the recliner for a while, too lazy to move, sleeping a little hot, and lifted the blanket: "Lin Anzhi has lost his memory."
Shi Jin didn't say anything, and helped her cover the blanket back.
She was still a little stumped, and it took a long time before she casually added: "He only remembers Mo Bing, who was fourteen years old."
"Also."
He was not very interested in other people's affairs, so he leaned over to kiss her.
Jiang Jiusheng took out his hand and put his arms around his neck, his thoughts wandered a little far away: "Shi Jin, if it was me and I forgot you, what would you do?"
I'm pregnant and I like to think a lot.
Shi Jin frowned, not liking this unfounded assumption: "There is no if."
She stubbornly insisted on listening to the answer, and asked again: "What do you do?"
He bit a shallow mark on her chin in dissatisfaction: "You want to hear the truth?"
"Hmm." She was a little curious.
"I won't have the patience to take my time. I will definitely tie you by my side. If you don't want to," he paused at this point.
Having tasted the joy of getting what he wanted, how could he endure the loneliness of a big dream? He is willing, and the beast in his body is not willing. If the treasure in his mouth is lost, he will go crazy.
Jiang Jiusheng then asked, "What if I refuse?"
Shi Jin put his hand into the blanket and lightly poked her stomach, not joking at all, he said, "Father is more expensive than son, use our children to threaten you."
Jiang Jiusheng didn't doubt the authenticity of his words at all, and didn't continue, this is not a pleasant topic.