[Comprehensive British and American Drama] Vibrant Soul

In nineteen ninety-eight.

Evanston, Illinois, USA.

On a rainy night, there was a strong wind, thunder and lightning, and the glaring lightning pierced the sky, tearing bloody wounds in the gray sky, and the torrential rain poured down like a flood that opened the gate.

Everything is like enzyme painting fermented in rainwater.

However, in a dark basement, there is a deathly silence. The strong wind outside seems to be far away from this dead world. Compared.

In the empty room, the surroundings were pitch black, and the scattered furniture was hidden in the dark shadows. In the middle of the room, there were several bright lights that concentrated on the simple single bed.

It's like 90s black and white film stock.Creaking and turning, making an old sound.This voice comes from the bottom of your heart, it doesn't reach your eardrums, but it makes you shiver out of thin air.

But is it black and white?No, it is colored.The dazzling bright red contrasted sharply with the extreme paleness.You can't help but take a deep breath, to exhale the cool and bone-chilling chill that you accidentally inhaled between your heart and lungs.

At this moment, there was a woman who described Kuhao lying on the bed. The skin on her cheeks was deeply sunken, and her eyes were closed tightly, as if she hadn't opened them for a long time, so she looked a little shriveled.

Her body was covered with a thin but wide white cloth, covering almost her entire body, her pale cheeks were as ugly as ghosts.

However, under the cover of the bed sheet, the slight rise and fall of her chest and the continuous ups and downs of the curve displayed on the old instrument beside the bed proved her stable life signs.

The pale arm hangs lifelessly beside the bed, and the thick needles inserted in the arm continuously input white liquid and red blood into the blue blood vessels on the arm.

Suddenly, with a "clang", a bloody scalpel was thrown onto the white porcelain plate beside the bed. The man in the white coat opened his eyes that were unusually bright under the white light, and his eyes were full of excitement. , exhaled regular gas under the white mask.

Sweat dripped from his forehead and flowed into his eyes along the corners of his eyes, making his eyes hurt.However, the man didn't blink, he just focused, without pausing, and skillfully picked up another scalpel emitting cold light, and cut down calmly and quickly.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and suddenly...

"Wow……"

With a loud cry, a baby covered in blood foam was carefully lifted out by the man with both hands. The man seemed to be very excited, and there was a light of excitement in his eyes, so that his eyes looked brighter .

He exposed his dry and peeling lips, carefully kissed the baby's forehead covered in blood and mucus, and let out a hoarse sigh with his eyes closed: "Oh, baby, you are so beautiful!"

The heavy rain outside was still raging, and the newly sprouted young trees were bent by the overbearing heavy rain, and fell miserably in the soil.

indoor.

The loud cries of the baby still echoed in the room.

She had her umbilical cord cut, and after a simple cleaning, she was wrapped in warm swaddling clothes.She opened her mouth wide with her wrinkled face, and her calves were constantly kicking, showing a lot of vitality.

On the bed, the woman's breathing seemed to be weaker.

The man lowered his head and narrowed his eyes slightly. In his hand, he held a bright needle like a hook. The needle pulled out a long bloody thread. His hand kept raising and lowering, stitch by stitch. , carefully sewing, just like sewing a piece of clothing, fast and neat.

His movements are graceful and skillful, holding a thin needle, his body seems to exude a holy light.

But on the instrument beside him, the undulating curve was still beating tenaciously.

The sky outside became even darker, and the dark clouds slowly blocked the cold moonlight.

Suddenly, with a "creak", a slightly rusty iron door was carefully opened, and a man carefully appeared at the door holding a basket covered with raincloth.

The gust of wind rolled up his clothes in an instant, and quickly wet his whole body.

The man didn't care at all.

Holding the basket in his arms, he turned around and carefully closed the iron gate behind him, then lowered his head and ran for a while, until he came to a silver-white car parked not far from the iron gate.

He carefully opened the co-pilot's door, put the small basket in his hand on the co-pilot's seat, adjusted the position, closed the door firmly, then quickly went around to the other side of the car, opened the door, and sat on the driver's seat .

The windshield wipers on the front of the car started to "squeak".

A silver streamline went out.

A man drives a car on a bumpy and muddy road.

He looked in the direction of the passenger seat from time to time, then turned his head and concentrated on driving.

A hanging rain curtain washed the front glass of the car like running water, making the road outside the car blurry and hazy, but the man did not slow down his driving speed at all.

There was a little sound from the passenger seat, and the sleeping baby yawned loudly after being taken off the raincloth carrying basket, making a vague cry-like sound.

The man held the steering wheel with one hand, and stretched out one hand into the basket to gently stroke it a few times.

The baby yawned big again, her wrinkled little face turned upright, a thin slit was exposed in her closed eyes, she smacked her mouth twice, and fell asleep peacefully.

The car seems to have been driven for a long time.

When the dawn was about to shine on the earth, the car finally stopped in front of a dilapidated building.

Rain, still falling.

The man got out of the car, covered the baby's carrier with a rain cloth, and then carried the basket to the door of this old house in the rain. He bent down and carefully placed the basket under the eaves of this family, and opened the carrier. on the rain cloth.

The strong wind blew with a "huh", and the rain cloth was swept away, but the man just stared at the basket.

After a while, he finally raised his hand and knocked vigorously on the door of this house.

"Knock knock knock..."

The sound of knocking on the door echoed empty in my ears.

In this quiet rainy night, in this sparsely populated suburb, in this desolate and barren place.

This sound is empty, like the note of death.

Finally, there was a dim light in the window of the room. The owner of the room stood up, kicked off the slippers, and yawned loudly. He came to the door reluctantly, and asked, "Who is there?" ?”

No one answered.

All I could hear was the raging wind outside the door, whizzing in through the crack of the door, the sound sounded like a ghost crying.

So, he quietly opened the door and looked out through the narrow crack...

In the jungle not far from his door, a silver car sped away in the heavy rain.Of course, he didn't see this scene, because he saw another thing that surprised him.

The hand holding the door couldn't help but loosen, and the gust of wind blew the door open, hitting the wall with a loud "bang".

A loud cry suddenly sounded.

The man covered his mouth in disbelief, and at the same time turned his head and shouted in surprise: "Oh, my God! Oh, my God! Come here, my dear, and see what this is?"