"Probably because I can't wait for him. He can wait year after year with little hope, but I can't." Yi Mei said in silence, "About three or four years ago, Yi Chen won a The big case, I went to celebrate with a few people in their house, he was drunk, I sent him back. He was throwing up a mess, and he suddenly hugged me while I was helping him clean up and kept asking, ' Why didn't you come back? I was ready to turn my back on everything, why didn't you come back?'"
Yimei paused and smiled bitterly: "If these are not enough to make me give up... you come with me."
She took Mo Sheng to the study, took out a book at random, turned to a certain page and handed it to her: "I found this by accident, not only in this book..."
Mo Sheng stared blankly at the messy verses written on the page. From the scribbled handwriting, one could imagine how irritable and depressed the person who wrote it was at that time.
She closed the book with a snap, what Yimei was saying, she couldn't hear it anymore.
A young girl's clear and laughing voice seemed to come from a distant time and space. "He Yichen, you don't know my name yet! My name is Zhao Mosheng, Zhao is that Zhao, Mo is silent Mo, Sheng is a musical instrument, my name has an allusion, it comes from Xu Zhimo's poem..."
Quietly, it's the farewell flute, silence, it's Cambridge tonight.
"When I was a child, Yi Chen's mother often hugged me and said that it would be nice if she had a daughter, and my mother was right beside her and said that the children of our two families should change. Yi Chen was smart and sensible since he was a child, and my mother liked him probably More than me." On the way back to the hospital, Yimei talked about some past events, "I still clearly remember what Auntie looked like, but it's a pity..."
"...How did his parents die?"
Yimei shook her head and said, "I don't know too well. I was only nine years old at the time. It seems like an accident. My uncle fell from the fourth floor. My aunt was not in good health, and she went away shortly after she was too sad." As if thinking of something, he paused and said, "I heard my mother accidentally mention that after my aunt died, she found that she didn't take the medicine in the drawer. Speaking of it, it was considered suicide."
"Suicide?!" Mo Sheng was stunned. At that time, Yi Chen was only ten years old, how could she bear it!
Yi Mei nodded: "Auntie probably loves my uncle very much." She said thoughtfully, "Actually, Yi Chen looks a lot like Auntie..."
While they were talking, the two had already arrived at the hospital. On the corridor, they met a nurse who knew Yimei. The nurse kindly said to her, "Your boyfriend just changed his IV, and now he is sleeping again."
Yimei thanked her and explained with a smile, "He's my brother."
Walking to the door, Yimei suddenly threw everything in her hand to Mo Sheng: "Take it in. I won't go in."
There are not many things, but Mo Sheng feels that these things in her hands are too heavy in her life.
"Mo Sheng." Yi Mei said quietly, "I didn't lose to you, I lost to him."
Mo Sheng watched her gradually walk away, unable to say anything to keep her.
The door was unlocked and opened with a push of a hand. This is a double ward, one bed is empty, Yi Chen's bed is by the window. The sound of the door opening did not wake him up, he was still asleep with the drip on.
His heart seemed to be entangled by an invisible thread, approaching him step by step, the thread tightened inch by inch.
He lay on the bed, his face pale and thin, frowning in his sleep. After the reunion, she didn't actually take a good look at him, but now she can finally. Fingers involuntarily stroked his frown, then brushed his eyelashes, imagining that if the owner was awake, those eyes would be wise and indifferent, sometimes with a slight mockery.
Finally, stay on slightly pale lips. It is said that most people with such lips are affectionate, Yi Chen Yi Chen, why don't you? Don't you understand, we can't go back to the past, in seven years, everything has changed...
Then, before she realized what she was doing, her lips replaced her fingers. There was still the cold outside the house on her lips, but hiss was unexpectedly warm, but this warmth made her feel sad, and her tears fell drop by drop for some reason, and she couldn't stop it.
Until, her wrist was grabbed fiercely.
Yi Chen!
Is he awake
Mo Sheng's mind suddenly went blank, his eyes were blurred by water, he couldn't see his face clearly, but he could hear his angry voice.
"What are you doing?" Yi Chen gritted his teeth and said, "Zhao Mosheng, what exactly do you mean!"
"I..." She gasped, all thoughts flying out of her mind. For a while, she could only stare at him in such a vague way, feeling that the grip on her wrist was getting stronger and stronger, as if she wanted to crush her wrist before she was willing. She wanted to hold back the tears, but it was out of her control, and it fell more and more urgently.
How could this be? She could clearly hear what was once solid in her heart being shattered, and the sound of this shattering made her feel afraid and panic. And Yi Chen's aggressive voice made her timid, she didn't know what she was doing, didn't she want to cut off the past completely and exclude him? So what was she doing just now? She is totally messed up.
Run away! As soon as this idea came up, it immediately dominated her actions. She didn't know where she got so much strength, but she broke free from his grasp and ran to the door.
Yi Chen said sharply, "Zhao Mosheng, you dare to leave!"