Ji Yi quickly received a call from the agency, urging her to go back to work.
She went to the office, took over some information from a colleague, and flipped through the latest photos after Hurricane Nargis swept across south-central Myanmar in early May. In a hurricane, the death toll has exceeded 130,000.
With interns standing beside them, they sent translated foreign news about the xenophobic conflict in South Africa, and more than 60 people died.
…
Nothing has changed.
All kinds of natural and man-made disasters are happening every minute, and she processes the information, screens and edits, and publishes it. This is her job.
But her life...
Ji Yi sat down in front of the computer, turned on the computer screen, and the moment he pressed the switch, he thought of the embarrassing scene a few days ago.
When she left the family area with Ji Chengyang and Grandpa Ji, she hesitated for a long time in front of Grandpa Ji in the black car, and did not say goodbye. "I'll call you Grandpa now," he is so smart, he can see her little entanglement and hesitation clearly, "when it's time to change the name, I will slowly adapt."
Ji Chengyang told her at that time.
That night, Ji Nuannuan called, congratulating her on finally breaking all obstacles and becoming half of Ji’s family, while whispering that her wish to get married since childhood was that Ji Yi could be a bridesmaid. In order to achieve this wish, Nuan Nuan has even quietly booked the bridesmaid's dress, but now it is completely in the water. "My mother said, what is it like, the future aunt will be your bridesmaid?" Nuan Nuan muttered, sighing on the other end of the phone, until the phone was hung up.
The seniority is completely confused.
If time goes back, when she called him Uncle Xiao Ji for the first time, she would never have imagined that she would be tens of centimeters taller than herself at the time, and she wouldn’t feel strenuous if she was able to pick her up and put her on her arm. After more than ten years, he will no longer call him by this name, but in three simple words: Ji Chengyang.
She finally understood what those people who knew now and would know about her relationship with Ji Chengyang in the future would be so embarrassing even when she wanted to change her name to the Ji family, let alone outsiders.
But Ji Chengyang can always face it calmly.
He is always calm about fate and those uninterrupted frustrations beyond his own age, and similarly, he has a total disregard for the secular and calmness of his inner certain feelings.
Because Ji Chengyang was about to undergo surgery, on the first day of her reinstatement, the director only arranged her for morning work. When she returned home at noon, she could not hear any sound of walking, so she changed her shoes and wandered around looking for him in every room. Because I was afraid that he was doing something, I didn't call him aloud. When I entered the door of the study, I saw that the door was open.
She walked over.
Seeing him through a gap of less than five centimeters.
He sat on the wool blanket hanging on the window sill, stretched his legs in sports trousers, closed his eyes, and leaned there to rest. His legs are very long, spanning the entire window sill, at this angle, you can even see how the sun shines on the tips of his hair.
Illuminate his profile.
She saw the rolled up scroll next to him, walked over and unfolded it to see that it was the world map she had bought to record where he went. She bought this picture before he went to Iraq. After that, it was kept on the desk and it was idle for many years. Now, there are sticky notes on it, marking every place he has been in detail. There is still time.
"Come up." He hugged her on the window sill, wrapped his arms in front of him, hugging her like a soft pillow.
"You went to Syria in 1997?" She lowered her head, flicked with her finger, and touched the place she hadn't been.
"I went to Syria in the summer, the year I took you to dance."
Ji Chengyang's wrist touched her soft chest, but there was no extra movement. He would temporarily forget the thoughts that had just filled his mind, and the plans for her future in case the operation failed.
She asked sentence by sentence, year after year passed, and finally stopped in 2003.
Then, in 2007.
"Last year... Have you been to Jordan?"
He told her: "I had bad luck in Iraq and I was kidnapped. I was rescued in 2007. I was first sent to a hospital in Jordan for treatment."
During the days when Ji Chengyang was receiving a series of mental and physical treatments abroad, he couldn’t find Ji Yi. When he saw a Chinese girl who was about her age, he would always look at it more and want to be able to get it in his mind. There is more specific room for imagination, imagine her changes. Long hair or short hair, whether the baby fat on the face has faded, or whether it is still crying at every turn.
People of the older generation always like to say that only after experiencing major setbacks can one change a person's attitude towards life.
Let him now think about the past so many years, eight years or so, entering Beijing from the mountainous area is regarded as one time. What has changed is his worldview. He has seen a world beyond his imagination. He has to become integrated into this world, and even do a small part of it. Outstanding
It was the second time in 2001. There was no such serious illness. Perhaps, he would not break through his own psychological obstacles and stay with Ji Yi. The serious illness also made him firmer in his life values, "time does not wait for me" and do everything. What I wanted to do was what Ji Chengyang was at that time... At the age of twenty-five and sixty-six years old, after suffering a big setback, regaining new life and love, it was the best time for a man.
Now he is no longer the one who tells Ji Yi in words "I am not a perfect person, no one should think of me as perfect", but he really realizes that he is an ordinary person after all.
He really can't be perfect.
His thoughts stopped here.
Ji Yi moved and turned around so that she could see him. Without any extra words, she was already distressed, she couldn't bear to listen to all the drifting away, how did he experience it
"When you first returned to China, I went out with my classmates and drank beer." She suddenly became nervous.
"Then?" Ji Chengyang didn't guess what she was trying to say.
"In the year you had brain tumor surgery, I went to Lama Temple to burn incense. I wished that as long as you could recover, I would never drink anything except water..." She didn't know how to say that, she worried about this for a long time. They are almost sick.
"Oh, feudal superstition." He laughed.
"... I would rather trust it to have it than to believe it to have nothing."
"Don't worry, there will be no problems." He lowered his head and touched her with his forehead. "There will be absolutely no problems."
This is the last conversation between the two people about the operation.
On the day of the operation, Ji Yi took a thick dictionary.
Head down and recite the words fiercely.
After Ji Chengyang went to Iraq in 2003, this was the only way she could comfort herself.
She kept telling herself that she had forgotten what the doctor had said with him last night, as well as the doctor's routine explanation to outsiders before the operation started today. I don't know how much Nuan Nuan's parents know. Nuan Nuan was already pale when he heard it, and she just watched Nuan Nuan's father holding a pen in his hand and signing her name on the paper.
The dictionary was turned over a dozen pages.
Time is also passing by every second.
She felt that Nuan Nuan wanted to talk to herself, but she didn't say anything.
The dictionary in his hand was suddenly taken away. "Sixi..." Nuannuan called her, but she touched the footer in an instant, where her nails were torn apart, wrinkled, and a thick layer was piled up.
"You help me hold it for a while, and I'll go to the bathroom." She stood up and found that her legs were soft.
I was afraid of being seen by the Ji family by my side, and holding on, two steps forward, only then could I find the feeling of walking. The toilets on this floor are not big. Although there are not many people, I still waited for a while. When she came out again, she found that the lights in the operating room had gone out... Her heart just flickered and almost stopped beating.
The doctor came out and told them that the operation was successful and Ji Chengyang had been sent directly to the VIP intensive care unit.
So these people who are waiting outside can't see him at this time.
Because it is a VIP intensive care unit, a family member can be allowed to accompany him. When the nurse asked if he needed a family member to accompany the bed, Nuan Nuan’s father didn’t say anything, but Nuan Nuan’s mother turned his attention away and fell on Ji Yi: "Sixi, can you afford it? ?"
She nodded, for fear that she would not let herself be by his side.
Nuan Nuan's mother smiled slightly and told her: "The nurses here are in charge of taking care of the patients, not the nurses. Let them take care of him. You can relax, as long as you stay with them." Although she still doesn't know, she should be called in the future. The aunt in front of me still changed her name to Ji Chengyang, but the essence would not change. Mother Nuan Nuan still treated her as a child.
She promised to send away the Ji family.
In the middle of the night, Ji Yi dressed in green clothes and slippers specially prepared for her, and accompanied him by his bed. The doctor said that based on his physical condition, he should wake up four or five hours after the operation, which is about one or two o'clock in the evening. She just kept this time because she didn't want to go to the bathroom and leave here, so she took a sip of water to moisturize her throat when she was thirsty.
But after two o'clock in the morning, Ji Chengyang showed no sign of waking up.
The clock skipped two o'clock exactly, as if it had skipped the last line of psychological defense, and she began to get scared. The nurse was checking up and recording the data. She anxiously looked for where the doctor was. Soon, the doctor came in, and after seeing his condition, he told her not to worry, and explained again that people like Ji Chengyang who are not in good health, it is normal to wake up slowly.
She nodded, her face was already a bit bad.
The doctor left soon, and only her and two nurses were left here. Time seemed to be stretched infinitely, moving very clearly every second, she didn't know how many seconds or minutes she counted.
Will he wake up, and what if he can't wake up
The more you panic, the more you guess.
The throat seemed to be pressed heavily, just wanting to cry. Behind her, a hand suddenly patted her shoulder.
She was in a trance and came to her senses.
"Wake up." The nurse's voice reminded her, and then immediately went to call the doctor.
His sight was blurred by tears, but he could still see his eyes opened, looking for himself.
Ji Yi leaned over, not daring to speak, and looked at him directly.
At a loss, I dare not touch, and dare not move again.
Finally, Ji Chengyang raised his hand first, as if she wanted to touch her hand, she hurriedly handed it over. Ji Chengyang gripped it tightly at first, quickly released it, and touched the ring finger along the back of her hand.
Then, circled with two fingers.
This was the first thing he did after waking up.
The tears that Ji Yi had been holding back desperately, began to shed as soon as she brushed the ground, but she couldn't stop it.
I couldn’t see anything in front of me at all. When did the doctor come in, what he said, and then he surrounded him and did what she did. She was in a daze, she didn’t know how to recognize it... It seemed that only Ji Chengyang’s lips were slightly opened and closed. And called her: "Little Tears."