God, what did I say? If I knew it earlier, it would be better to sleep forever...
There was silence in the whole ward.
The chief doctor came in and couldn't help laughing when he saw Lin Yifei opened his eyes, "Mr. Lin, you finally woke up. If you don't wake up again, I'm worried that your friend will freeze all the doctors and nurses with his eyes." .”
"Hehe..." Lin Yifei could only laugh dryly, he hadn't been called "Mr. Lin" before, not even the serious George.
The nurse also pushed in the dinner, and specially prepared two. Who wants the people in this ward not to offend.
"Well, Mr. Lin, you haven't eaten for a long time, so eat a little bit now. Concussion will make you want to vomit, but you can't rely on nutrient solution all the time, it will hurt your stomach." The doctor in charge Lifting his chin, he signaled for the regular soup, "At least drink some soup. I will observe it again tomorrow morning, and I can be discharged from the hospital in the afternoon."
After the doctor left, they were alone again.
Lin Yifei smelled the food. He didn't know if it was because of the concussion or because he hadn't eaten before the accident. Not only did he have no appetite at all, looking at the pure white creamy mushroom soup, he even felt an urge to vomit.
"Eat this, corn soup." Chris almost saw through Lin Yifei's thoughts at a glance.
Scooped the corn soup with a spoon, put it on his lips and blew it, Chris's movements were very slow and elegant, completely inspired by her mother who studied music, when the spoon reached Lin Yifei's lips, he could only Silly opened his mouth.
Lin Yifei had no idea what the corn soup tasted like, he just watched Chris take another spoonful and blow it gently.
Before he knew it, half a bowl of corn soup was fed.
"I don't want to eat." Lin Yifei looked at the spoon that was presented to him again and pursed his lips.
"I won't eat this much." Chris frowned slightly, "Is it because of dizziness?"
Lin Yifei pointed his finger between Chris's eyebrows, and said with a smile: "You've been watching me eat, so I'll watch you eat too. You haven't eaten in three days, Chris."
"If I eat it, will you eat some more?"
Lin Yifei laughed in his heart, their topics revolved around "don't eat", "eat a little" and "eat more", which was more dizzy than Chinese tongue twisters.
"It depends." Lin Yifei pointed to the cod sandwich, "You eat that one first."
Chris seldom finished the sandwich obediently.
Lin Yifei pointed to the vegetable salad again, "Eat this too."
Chris complied, and watching him pick up cherry tomatoes with a fork and put them in his mouth was really as much art as his fencing.
"You eat whatever I tell you to eat. Why are you so obedient?" Lin Yifei smiled, thinking that he didn't respond to what he said to Chris at the beginning. If he knew that he was injured and would make him speak, Lin Yifei was not as good as a When you get to Ozburn's house, just jump down the stairs.
"Because you are also my most important person." Chris' eyebrows softened, "And you are... the only important person..."
Lin Yifei paused, and his lips slowly curved, "I feel a little hungry again, try that mousse cake."
Mr. Ozborne did not tell the Lin family about Lin Yifei's injury, but only said that Chris was in a very bad mood and hoped that Lin Yifei would stay at Ozben's house for a few more days. Lin's father and Lin's mother felt that this was human nature, so they didn't have much opinion.
At night, Lin Yifei couldn't sleep at all, and Chris was sitting beside his bed, this position seemed to have never changed.
"Are you tired? Do you want the doctor to find an empty ward for you to sleep in?"
"Need not."
Lin Yifei moved to the side, "Why don't you come up."
"..." Chris looked at Lin Yifei, and it took several seconds before he replied, "No need."
"This hospital bed is quite wide. How can I fall asleep if you sit there all night?"
After Lin Yifei finished speaking, Chris sat on the edge of the bed, pulled the quilt away and lay on his side. The two of them were facing this side, so close that they could even feel each other's breath easily.
"Go to sleep. I'll hold you, so you won't fall." Lin Yifei was about to wrap his arms around the other's waist, but Chris clasped his hand, put it on his lips and kissed, from the tip of his index finger all the way Kissed to the palm, the tender feeling made Lin Yifei's shoulders shrug.
Chris's lips rested on his wrist, sucking gently, the tip of his tongue lightly touched the skin there, Lin Yifei's heart was hooked.
Then Chris took his hand and slowly closed his eyes. Lin Yifei carefully traced the facial features of the young man in front of him, who had grown into an adult charm, and seemed to be infected by the other party's tranquility, and gradually became sleepy.
The next day, when the nurse opened the door, she saw two teenagers lying on the bed. She couldn't bear to disturb the silence.
That afternoon, Lin Yifei was taken back to Oz's home. The whole drawing-room was ready for Mrs. Osborne's farewell dinner the next day. At that time, some people from the Osborne family would come, but to Mr. Osborne's surprise, he said that he would let Lin Yifei and Chris stay in the room alone, and let them conduct their conversation with Mrs. Osborne alone. farewell banquet.
On Friday morning, the weather was fine. In the Ozborne family's private cemetery, Mrs. Ozborne's coffin was slowly lowered into the depths.
Chris kept grabbing Lin Yifei's wrist, "I will never see her again in the future."
"Fool, you can see her anytime you want."
When his father threw the first handful of dirt into the grave, Chris' breath was drawn out, not ready to lose her forever. Or in other words, no matter how much time is given to him, he will never be ready.
There were many guests attending the funeral behind them, all of them were members of the family. Although everyone looked solemn, no one could shed tears.
When it was Chris' turn to step forward, he couldn't move his feet.
"I don't want her to go."
Mr. Osborne understood Chris' pain and did not push him forward. The funeral guests poured mud and sand into the grave one after another, and Chris seemed to be drowned by the flow of people.
"Chris, we're not sending Mrs. Osborne away, we're just praying for her to rest in peace. Let her sleep well, Chris."
In the end, Lin Yifei led Chris to the grave, he held Chris's palm, and poured down the last handful of sand.
Goodbye, Mrs. Ozborne.
At the farewell banquet at noon, the food was very rich, and there was a faint smell of champagne in the air. The guests talked softly, perhaps about Mrs. Osborne, perhaps not. Mr. Osborne has been sitting quietly on the sofa, and occasionally someone comes to talk to him. Chris and Lin Yifei went upstairs and returned to the room.
There was a small table, no champagne, just some Chinese food.
This surprised Lin Yifei, and he understood Mr. Ozborne's intention. Mrs. Osborne's hardest days were in New York, where Chinese, Koreans and a few whites lived in their neighborhood. Mrs. Ozborne worked as a waiter in a Chinese restaurant, and brought back Chinese food for Chris to eat every night. Chinese food means a lot to Chris and Mrs. Osborne.
"Ah, there are steamed scallops with minced garlic!" Lin Yifei reached out and took one, "Chris, do you still remember that I used to bring tea eggs to your house, has your mother ever eaten them?"
"Yes, she said it was delicious." Chris still lowered his head slightly.
"Hey, let's talk about the happy things with your mother now! Don't be so low! If your mother sees you, she will think that you have never had any happy things to talk about when you live with her!"
The corners of Chris's mouth were slightly sunken, "Yeah, she likes tea eggs very much. That's because you sent those tea eggs. She is very happy that I finally have friends."
Lin Yifei also laughed.
"I told her there was a fool at school who always bet me on Chinese food with a lot of chilli and he thought I wouldn't dare eat it."
Lin Yifei lowered his head, "It's really stupid."
"Then she said, 'Maybe that fool cared about you very much, and he was afraid that giving you the lunch box would hurt your self-esteem, so he used this method'." Those memories are really beautiful, Chris's lips are so round Lin Yifei rarely saw him smile like that.
"Hey, play some music your mother likes." Lin Yifei suggested.
"Okay, I'll go down and get the record player."
"No need." Lin Yifei smiled slyly. On Chris' bedside table was the little house they made together. He opened the door with his fingers, and Schubert's "Winter Journey" flowed out.
"Mom also likes to listen to this song alone in the room, dancing while folding clothes."
"Is it like this?" Lin Yifei casually took out a T-shirt from Chris's closet, and then twirled it with the music by the sleeves, with an intoxicated look on his face.
"That's right, that's it." Chris' eyes followed Lin Yifei's.
"Hey, let's go together!" Lin Yifei threw the T-shirt on the bed, took Chris's hand, and pulled him out of the seat, "You can also imitate, your mother is intoxicated!"
Chris looked at Lin Yifei, and the two spun around to the music.
When the music ended and Lin Yifei was about to play it again, Chris pulled him back.
"Hey, what's the matter?" Lin Yifei looked at him, his eyes were always deep, as if they were endless.
Chris turned his face sideways, Lin Yifei instantly understood what he was going to do, and stretched out his hand to try to break off the palm clasped around his waist, but the other party pressed Lin Yifei even harder towards him.