Glass man

There is no need to worry about school affairs, he thought, he had compromised several steps, and stepped down from the position of chief cellist, and the music teacher felt sorry for it for a while.She promised him a place for him as long as he practiced well at home.

The water was a little hot, but he didn't feel it, he thought Liu Jiangyin's daily entertainment was coming to an end.

The rain stopped in the middle of the night.Shen Jiqing stayed there until midnight, and slept intermittently sitting on the foot of Cheng Jiang's bed against the wall for several times. Fortunately, the little girl's fever was basically gone in the morning. Although her body temperature was still a little above the standard temperature, she could basically declare that she was fine. .

The fly in the ointment is that after she fell asleep, she pressed the teddy bear under her body, and the cloth edge on the doll was hooked out, so somehow a small hole was torn open at night.

Cheng Jiang promised to help her fix it as soon as possible.

But looking at Cheng Jiang, his physical fitness may not be as strong as his two-year-old daughter, because he had a fever in the morning, so he had to ask for leave.Cynthia is still not ready yet and remains to be seen, so Shen Jiqing also asked for leave for her.Although his relationship with Cynthia was legally unrelated, this did not prevent his mobile phone number from appearing on her family emergency contact list.

As a sick patient, Cheng Jiang could not enter the kitchen, so Shen Jiqing made do with a pot of porridge.

He was not very good at proportioning, he just thought that the porridge should be thinner, so he grabbed a little rice and mixed it with three bowls of water. The result was that the porridge was not for the wounded who needed careful care, but for Yang Bailao.

Fortunately, no one has the energy to care about this, Cheng Jiang in turn comforted him a few words:

"I want to drink some soup when I'm sick....Are you going to be late? Go to work quickly, maybe I will be well when you come back."

Shen Jiqing kept this comforting sentence in her pocket for a whole day, but her heart was still unstable.As he expected, as soon as he got home and went upstairs, he saw Cheng Jiang still half-sitting in front of the children's bed with a weak and sick look, and put a cold towel on the girl's head with one hand resting on his chin.

"It's burning again," he whispered.

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☆、chapter54

In fact, Cheng Jiang didn't get sick very often before, so this time he had a big outbreak.

He became dizzy within half a minute of standing up and had to go back to bed and lie down.He mended the teddy bear tremblingly, and found that because Cynthia held it in her hands when she had a high fever, it left a lot of sweat marks and odors on it, so he had to put it in the washing machine first and wait until the weekend. Then wash it together.

Because of his illness, he has become lethargic in the past few days, but he can't sleep well.

Luanmeng guards the place of sound and deep sleep, and he himself is weak and unable to break through; in addition, the time for him to break through is limited, and there will be a "surprise inspection" every little while, so it is only if he can pass strangeness.

And Cheng Jiang is not the only patient in the family.

Cynthia's fever went down every morning, and it was still the same as normal in the morning, but she began to feel listless in the afternoon, and her temperature officially recovered around 7 pm.

He didn't know what was going on, and he didn't dare to let her go to school normally during the day, so he had to leave her at home.As a result, the situation is a bit embarrassing: as an adult, Cheng Jiang is drowsy, but the child can move freely until night, and because of his young age, he needs constant care.

Shen Jiqing asked someone to take care of her temporarily, but Cheng Jiang refused.

He would rather move to the sofa on the first floor to rest, block the stairs with barricades, and then set himself the kind of alarm that keeps ringing without being turned off manually, pulling himself up every quarter of an hour.

It sounds very inhumane to be forced to get up to cook or check on the child every 15 minutes of falling asleep, but it is actually nothing to Cheng Jiang.Even if he was given a whole night to sleep peacefully, he knew he wouldn't be able to survive, because he often dreamed as soon as he closed his eyes, and when he woke up he had no memory of what he had dreamed, only a nightmare of exhaustion .

The nightmare was broken into pieces and paused every 10 minutes. It was more uncomfortable for him to fall asleep than to stay awake.

But Shen Jiqing only knew that he moved down from upstairs to rest, and knew nothing about the alarm clock and the nightmare.

Cheng Jiang only suffered this kind of innocent mental torture for two or three days, and immediately began to lose weight.He was already underweight, but later he quietly turned out the electronic scale to confirm, and found that he had lost a fraction of his weight in the past two days, and there was a tendency to continue to drop.

Cheng Jiang stood in a daze on the scale just in time for Shen Jiqing to come home from get off work.

Shen Jiqing walked over in two steps and wanted to take a look, so he quickly got off the electronic scale, and the hands of the watch just returned to the original point.Shen Jiqing didn't insist on asking him to weigh again, but just casually asked him how he remembered to weigh himself.

But Cheng Jiang felt that he should have seen his weight data, because he felt that Shen Jiqing's expression afterwards was a bit unnatural.

Diana sat on the bed with blank eyes, drinking spoonfuls of the potato soup her sister made for her.She tilted her ears slightly, listening to the argument between her younger sister and a strange man outside the door.My sister begged and said:

"Wait a few more days, officer, my sister has only woken up for two days. She has been frightened so much, isn't it too unreasonable for you to let her see the corpse again? At least let her slow down? "

"You also said that she has been awake for two days." The man said, "In addition to the day she passed out, it has been three days, and the body can't wait that long. Besides, just let her take a look. It's not a big deal to find out if it's someone she knows in the state, right?"

"But sir—"

"Let me say a few words to her."

When the footsteps stopped in front of her bed, Diana still lowered her head and sipped the soup slowly, showing no intention of cooperating at all.When the officer politely introduced himself and repeated what he had just said to Luna, she said nothing, as if she hadn't heard anything.

"Miss?"

"I don't want to go," Diana murmured. "She's going to kill me. She's going to kill me."

But no one cared about her nonsense.The visitor explained her patiently and said:

"She can't hurt you, miss. She fell into the lake and drowned herself while chasing you."

Diana became emotionally agitated slightly, her two hands holding the bowl trembled a little, and almost put the rest of the soup on the quilt, screaming:

"She wanted to kill me! Why did she want to kill me? She broke into my house and chased me from the window into the woods. She came after me! Why? I have never done anything evil! "

"Relax, it's over. Don't you want to know why she killed you?"

Diana fell silent, did not answer, but continued to drink soup with her head down.She licked the last bite of soft potato, put the bowl on the bedside table, and then looked up at her sister standing at the door.The younger sister stood in the shadow under the door frame, her small face was a little gray.She walked quickly to the bed, went down to pat Diana on the back, and rested her sister's pale chin on her shoulder.

"Just take a look." After a long time, the woman on the bed compromised, "I just take a look."

They took Cynthia to the hospital once and prescribed Merrill.

Probably because she had never taken antipyretics before, the effect was surprisingly good, and she went to school alive and well on Monday.But Cheng Jiang's sleep quality remained where it was. Although he could make up seven hours now, without an alarm clock, he still woke up once in a while, but he didn't know if the time interval was a quarter of an hour.

He would rather go back to the time when he was in danger of insomnia, but at least he could sleep well for five hours in the dark.

Cheng Jiang sighed heavily, got up from the bed, tucked the quilt for Cynthia, and went out lightly.At night, the lights in the whole house were turned off, and the corridor was pitch-black. He just took advantage of the moonlight from the window to walk down the stairs.There is a small living room on the first floor, which is crowded with the kitchen, and there is a thin hallway in the middle.He opened a door, and another was a few steps behind; countless doors opened one by one in an orderly manner, and finally one of them had something behind it.

The tall girl half-opened her pale lips and wiped them with the back of her hand to wipe off the rainwater on them.She then ran her wet fingers through her hair and combed it very carelessly, carefully avoiding the bobby pins.

Perhaps because of the light, the color of the hairpin is a bit dull.

"I'm going back to the house." She stopped and said, with a peaceful smile under her eyes.

But that smile was very inconsistent with the upper half of her face, as if a child's face was placed under her eyes, so Cheng Jiang could only turn his gaze back to the upper half of her face, where was her Blue and whitish eyes without pupils.She walked straight to the place where he just walked over, the door was already opened for her, and she walked unimpeded.Cheng Jiang looked at her from behind, and saw that her silhouette was getting shorter and smaller, and finally turned into a child's unique swaying.

go.He stretched his head to watch her back, but he thought in his heart: That's where you should go.

The doors behind the girl began to close one by one until they reached the one behind him.There is a three-dimensional painting on the closed door, which looks like a winding staircase, which looks very familiar, but I don't know where it is.On one of the steps of the stairs sat a man, painted lifelikely, and looked at him with smiling eyes.

You come back too, Cheng Jiang.The man said silently, his smiling eyes twinkled brightly, scorchingly bright.He felt hot in his eyes and wanted to walk over, but in the blink of an eye, the picture changed.Another person came down from the stairs on the second floor, only a shallow silhouette, long hair, long skirt, a woman.The woman is holding a child beside her, whose gender cannot be discerned.The three of them sat together comfortably and harmoniously, as if there should be such a few people in the house.Cheng Jiang took a step forward, and the silhouettes of women and children became shallower and thinner; but when he backed away in a hurry, with his back pressed against the door, the image of the person in the painting became more and more plump, almost leaving the wall to walk away Come out the same.

The man in the painting is kissing the woman with his head tilted, as it should be.He shouldn't expect too much, didn't he already know it?

He continued to open the door tirelessly, walked through the vast wilderness, picked up a box from a porch, and opened the door to the railroad tracks extending to the sky.He walked forward stepping on the railway tracks with one foot deep and one foot shallow, his whole body covered in the black sky, only wearing a small moon on the top of the mountain.

He didn't take a few steps, when a pot of salt water and honey mixed with moonlight was poured down from his pocket, his forehead was wet and swollen and painful.

The train came over and pushed him off the rails to the side of the road, passing him by, making a sound like boiling water: gurgling.

The sound of the train continued after Cheng Jiang woke up, giving him a splitting headache.

He stood up and wiped his cold sweat with the corner of the quilt, and the sense of sobriety after the nightmare slowly emerged, and he took a deep breath.Where is the sound of the train?It was clearly Cynthia's snoring.

He glanced at the position of the crib, and was about to lie down again exhausted, when he suddenly thought of something, and forced himself to sit up again.

Cynthia is a little girl who has been sleeping as quiet as a kitten.

Since when has she been snoring?

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☆、chapter55

Cynthia was unaware that she had begun to sleep and snore.

Then, from the second day after she was discovered with this symptom, she was rushed to the hospital twice, but the doctor concluded that the tonsils were slightly red and swollen, and only prescribed some oral liquid for her.The taste of the oral liquid is sweet or not, bitter or not, she doesn't like it very much, after drinking it for several days, not only the problem of night snoring still hasn't been solved, it even started to become more serious: she herself started to sleep in the middle of the night Waking up once in a while.

When she woke up and felt uncomfortable, she would cry, and the sound of crying reached Cheng Jiang, who was already a light sleeper, and it was convenient for Dream God to pick up materials on the spot and stir them up.He got up from the bed dripping with cold sweat, coaxed the girl to fall asleep quickly, and then slowly leaned back against the wall, not daring to close his eyes.For a while he felt that he was going to fall down and continue to sleep, and for a while he felt that he was going to lose sleep.

He tried his best to keep his eyes open between half asleep and half awake, staring at the slightly shaking curtains.

The curtains are drawn from both sides, so there is a small gap in the middle after being drawn, forming an abstract human shape.He watched, motionless, as the skirted figures faded away until they were nothing but two fringes of plain linen.

Go to sleep, he thought, just fall asleep.

But the mattress was moving: something was bouncing up from under his feet and resting on the part of his chest.Is it the springs in the old mattress?After a while, the mattress was shaking, and he could only hold on to the sheets tightly to keep from falling off.Suddenly there was a soft singing sound in the distance, and it was not clear whether it was real or not, but he was so frightened that he lost all sleepiness at once, turned over suddenly and leaned against the wall, and sat there until the next morning.

He asked for leave in advance, and took the electronic number he registered in advance to take Cynthia to the ENT department by bus.

This time it was not "slightly red and swollen tonsils", but "adenoid hypertrophy".Cheng Jiang has never been exposed to scientific knowledge since he was 15 years old. When he first heard it, he thought it meant that Cynthia had a tumor in her body, and her heart skipped a beat.

"It's not a tumor." The female doctor is in her forties, and she probably has seen many parents of patients with no education. The top of the pharynx and the back wall of the pharynx belong to the lymphoid tissue. This disease is very common in children, so there is no need to make a fuss."

Cheng Jiang felt that he took the initiative to ask a question with great difficulty, but in the end the question was still ignorant nonsense, so he didn't speak out again, just nodded dully.The female doctor asked and answered him twice, and prescribed two different nasal sprays to Cynthia, asking her to spray her nose every morning and evening.

Cheng Jiang imagined the feeling of the liquid being sprayed into his nose, and felt like a beginner swimmer who fell into the water, took a sip of water, and poured it from his mouth into his nose, or from his nasal cavity into his mouth.He didn't fall by himself, because Cheng Yuegu hated him standing there hesitantly and pushed him.How simple, Xiao Jiang.what happened?You will not forget the movements you just learned, right?

He was so afraid of that feeling that he never learned to swim again.

Cynthia didn't like this feeling either, and cried loudly every time he sprayed her with salt water and potions, covering her face with her hands to keep him from touching her.After finding that covering her face didn't work, she started kicking him again with her limbs. At this moment, he could only call Shen Jiqing in, and he held the girl's face, and asked Shen Jiqing to spray the liquid medicine on the nostrils.

"Think about it, little student Cheng Yue," Shen Jiqing said in a good voice before making a move, "you can sleep well at night after spraying the medicine, it only takes a minute, and you will be stung by a small mosquito, okay? good?"

"You liar!" Cynthia screamed with red eyes, "It's no good, spraying it every day is useless."

"Maybe it will be all right tonight? Let's try again."

The nasal spray has been used for nearly a month, but the effect is not obvious, and I finally gave up.

The doctor suggested surgical resection, but Cheng Jiang was not sure how serious the sequelae of general anesthesia would be on the cranial nerves of the two-year-old child. He did not dare to try it for a long time, so he could only insist on conservative treatment.But Cynthia's sudden illness cannot be suppressed by conservative treatment. Cheng Jiang checked the information and learned that the continuous swelling of adenoids in children will affect facial development and even intellectual development.

"This is a matter of probability." Shen Jiqing said.

No, it is not.Cheng Jiang said in his heart, she will definitely have sequelae of the operation, you don't understand.Without surgery, she will definitely develop abnormally.The road left in Cold Bay must have been exactly the same as the one he remembered, and leaving Cold Bay... "at that time" this kind of thing never happened.

She never had any of these intractable diseases in Cold Bay.

If one path fails, who can guarantee that the other will work?

One way is wrong, is the next one right?

There is no way out.

Cheng Jiang stretched out his right hand from the left side of his neck, desperately trying to pinch a small piece of bone in the back, and barely stopped the idea.It revived during the night, and when he awoke, Cynthia had choked herself awake.She tosses and wakes up several times every night, sometimes she can continue to sleep when she wakes up, and sometimes she cries when she wakes up, her voice is very small, whimpering.

He whispered, "Shall I get you some water?"

There is only half a glass of water in the water glass, which is left over from the thermos during the day.He lifted the girl up and offered her the water with the other hand, but the bed frame interrupted the hand halfway, and the cup was askew, and a little water was spilled on Cynthia's face, perhaps right on her nose.

Cynthia said "ah", waved her hand fiercely, and hit the glass directly on the bed frame, breaking it into two or three pieces.

"Don't move, don't move, I'll clean up..."

Cynthia fell on her back on the bed, the water on her face leaked a few drops into her nose following her movements.Probably because the memory of choking on the nasal spray was too deep, she didn't want to lie down quietly, so she covered her face and began to cry again.Cheng Jiang pushed her to the other side of the bed frame, being careful not to let her move.

The two-year-old girl had no strength, and resisted like a dying bird whose feathers had been torn off.

The sky is already slightly brighter.

Cheng Jiang pinched his hands on the wooden crib railing, his nails had been dented, and the blood had receded from his fingers to his knuckles.I don't know what kind of bird is calling outside the window. The sound is shorter and sharper, and it seems to be whimpering in the throat.

When driving to the Chinese medicine clinic the next morning, Shen Jiqing looked back from the mirror.Cheng Jiang sat with his head down, his eyes closed or looking down.Four times around his chin was a heavy tan scarf that he dug out from somewhere and forgot to take off even in the warm car.Cynthia was asleep on his lap.

"Aren't you hot?"

Cheng Jiang slowly raised his head and shook it very slightly.

He probably wanted to find something to do, so he lowered his head and took out the phone from his pocket, held it up and looked at it for a while, then put it back.Although Cheng Jiang was not necessarily reading the information, Shen Jiqing still pretended to ask casually:

"Is there any news about your troupe's play recently?"

"The rehearsal is over. They said they will start next weekend, five 10-minute plays, in the basement of a girl's house in Lin..."

"are you going?"

"In the basement there are two rows of benches for the audience. There will be a sky blue cardboard window behind the stage, behind...they turned off the lights this time. Behind the window...behind the..."

Cheng Jiang talked to himself for a long time before he realized it, smiled apologetically, and shook his head to deny Shen Jiqing's previous question.

"I can't go anymore, let's see later. There will be a chance in the future... Let's talk about it when they rehearse, wait for them to rehearse..."

Cheng Jiang said the same thing over and over several times in a trance, his voice became lower and lower, and suddenly he couldn't hear it again.Shen Jiqing patiently tried to guide him again:

"What are you thinking?"

"..."

"Cheng Jiang?"

When the red light time was over, Shen Jiqing continued to drive forward, so she didn't have the energy to continue talking to Cheng Jiang.

He needs to be extremely focused while driving, or he always feels like he's going to have a road accident.He wasn't afraid of road accidents himself, but it's better not to have them happen.

Shen Jiqing doesn't like to find a parking spot, because it is often a kind of work that kills patience.

Carefully he squeezed the car into a not-so-rich opening and shut the engine off.He got out of the car, took a deep breath on the tail smoke left by the car, and knocked on the window to signal Cheng Jiang and the others to arrive.

After they both got out of the car, he said he could help Cheng Jiang hold the child, but the latter did not express any objection.

Shen Jiqing held the child in one hand, and led Cheng Jiang into the clinic with the other. In the corridor sheltered from the wind, she untied the scarf for Cheng Jiang, rolled it into a ball a few times, and stuffed it into Cheng Jiang's arm.

"Can you sit here for a while?"

Cheng Jiang didn't answer, and twirled the plush on the scarf with his fingers.However, when Shen Jiqing stood up and was about to get the electronic registration certificate to collect the number, he suddenly stretched out his hands and tightly grasped Shen Jiqing's forearm.

"Did you hear?" Cheng Jiang still lowered his head slightly, unable to see his expression clearly, and his voice was almost broken: "Didn't you hear?"

Shen Jiqing knelt down halfway to look at Cheng Jiang's wide-open eyes, the eyeballs were like tangled threads, and the pupils in the depths were beating in a panic.he asks:

"Hear what?"

Cheng Jiang tremblingly said:

"Someone...someone is singing—"

He himself listened around.Most of the people who come to the Chinese medicine clinic are the elderly and parents with children. At this time, they are either reading outdated magazines on the shared shelf, or stretching their necks to watch an animated movie on a small TV screen on the wall. How noisy, it is easy to hear that there is no singing at all.He comforted:

"No, how could someone sing in the hospital?"

At that moment, Cheng Jiang's nails almost snapped off his wrist, and then slowly relaxed almost in spasm.Cheng Jiang raised his eyes and looked at him again, then lowered his eyelashes and said:

"No. I accidentally misheard."

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☆、chapter56

When Shen Jiqing led Cheng Yue out of the medical room, she found that Cheng Jiang was missing.

Cheng Jiang has been in a trance since getting in the car, and he has been silent when listening to the doctor.When everything was over and the doctor began to prescribe the prescription, his breathing suddenly became short of breath, with one hand resting on his neck and the other in front of his nose, trying to hold his breath for fear of making too much noise.

The old Chinese doctor was busy with the work in front of him, while Cheng Yue sat obediently, so only Shen Jiqing noticed.He immediately looked at Cheng Jiang. The latter's eyes seemed to be covered with mist, and the black thread underneath was getting tighter and tighter.

"Is the room too stuffy?" Shen Jiqing whispered worriedly, "Why don't you go to the corridor to get some fresh air? We'll be fine here soon, and we'll come out and meet you soon."

Cheng Jiang nodded upon hearing this, smiled apologetically at the doctor, stood up and went out.But when the consultation was completely over and they went out to the corridor, there was no one at all.

At first he thought that Cheng Jiang had gone to the bathroom, but after waiting for no one to see, he became anxious and asked the other patients coming and going in the corridor one by one:

"A young man just came out of here, wearing black trousers and a black down jacket, with a blue scarf around his neck, did you see where he went?"

Originally, he didn't have much hope for this, because Cheng Jiang was originally the kind of person that no one would pay attention to under normal circumstances.

But this time the situation was uncharacteristically, and almost everyone he asked had some impression of Cheng Jiang.

"There is such a person who just stood at the door in a daze, and has been standing there, so I have a little impression..."

"I remember this guy too. Then he started walking around like he was looking for something..."

"He was looking for someone. He also asked the person who was sitting next to me just now, did you see my daughter..."

"Yes, he asked me too!"

"He also specifically described a little girl with blue eyes. Ah! Is this the one you're holding?"

Cheng Jiang should know that Cynthia is with him.Had he been perfectly sane, he couldn't have gone around asking such questions.

He obviously found that Cheng Jiang's mental state was not good today, and he shouldn't be allowed to come out by himself.

Shen Jiqing suppressed the uneasiness in her heart and asked:

"Then where did he go? Did any of you see where he went?"

But no one paid attention to this.He was so anxious that he was about to continue asking questions when suddenly sirens and loud shouts came from outside the clinic.

Shen Jiqing hurriedly turned her head, her expression finally changed completely.

He opened the door and saw a figure lying face up on the ground.He closed the door and opened it again.

Liu Jiangyin's clothes are always beautiful, even though she knows that no one at home can see her.

Shen Ziwei hadn't been close to her for a while since she became hysterical, and he came back later every day, and he even heard the rumor that Liu Jiangyin might give way.

She was determined not to ask Shen Ziwei to ask a nurse to take care of her, and she didn't want to see anyone - Shen Ziwei, whom she still wanted to hold on tightly, and her stepson, who might not be considered a person in her opinion, were not counted for the time being.

When she was lying on the ground, Shen Jiqing clearly saw that her blue corduroy pajamas had a fake V-neck on the front. The collar was white with a water blue edge, tied into a tiny bow.The same bow appeared on the trouser line of her house trousers set, and her legs were stiffly separated slightly, making the two trouser lines appear symmetrical.

He looked at her face again.

The curly hair she had done two days ago was scattered on the floor, making her face look like a full circle.She looked wretchedly pretty, and might have looked more like Sleeping Beauty if she hadn't fallen open with her mouth open.He looked at her without sympathy.

she died.He suddenly thought with relief that she was dead.

How can you think so?

Before he could make an effort to shake himself off the sudden guilt and get used to the relief, she woke up.Liu Jiangyin opened her eyes and got up by herself.She sat on the ground and looked at him.

"When did you come here? Could it be that you have been standing here for a while?" She asked fragilely.

"Just now," he replied.

"I didn't scare you, did I?"

"No."

"I know you must be terrified, sorry to see you. Which normal person would not panic when seeing his mother fainted on the ground?"

"Yes," he said.

"My poor boy, come here and give me a hand. I've got a fucking headache today, really. Really."

"..."

"Aren't you even bothering to ask me why I have a headache?"

"why?"

"Speak well, Jiqing, don't be like the little one who speaks badly. You are so old, why can't you even speak clearly?"

"Why do you have a headache?"

"Why am I in such pain? Don't you know?"

"I..." He couldn't speak.At this time, pointing out that Liu Jiangyin's headache might just be because she forgot to take her medicine seemed too cruel, so he didn't say anything at all.

"Then you think about it again, think about it, and reflect on what you have done. I'm going to go back to sleep, so you make the medicine for me and bring it to me. Do you hear me? Don't even touch the scale like last time. I can't even see it."

"I'll go."

He poured the medicine, carefully measured the scale, and tested the temperature with the back of his hand.There was no water in the pot, so he re-boiled the pot himself, and the scalding water cooled very slowly.From the living room and the bedroom, Liu Jiangyin's indistinct urging voice was heard from the door:

"are you done?"

"hold on."

"It's okay, take your time.... Are you ready?"

"We have to wait, the water is still hot."

"Why is it not good for so long? What are you doing, are you really boiling water for me? I knew you were here, you were—"

"No!...It's water and it's hot."

"But it should be better after half a day?"

"It's still a while," he said patiently and kindly, "I'll bring it in for you as soon as I'm done. Can you stop rushing me?"

"It's just asking you to warm me up with some medicine. Why are you so reluctant? You want me to die, don't you? If I can't move one day, and your father is not at home, you have already run away by yourself , starve me to death at home..."

"Why do you always think of me as bad?"

"Why do you think so? How nice I am to you, don't you feel anything? I just urged you a few words, how can you slander me like this?"

"You don't like me. You never liked me."

"It's you who don't like me, Jiqing. You have never accepted me, just because you think you are not my own, and you are not familiar with me through a layer of belly. I don't like you? You always put Project your own thoughts on others, Ji Qing, please do me a favor, don’t hurt me anymore. You’re only happy when I’m pissed to death, aren’t you?”

"I do not have--"

"Stop talking. Little white-eyed wolf, quickly bring me the medicine."

He stopped talking.

It was like this every time, and he never won.Liu Jiangyin always frowned, looking very painful.Shen Ziwei abused her in his own way, no one in her family took care of her, and she was still sick.He thought that maybe she was really upset to urge him; maybe she really had a headache every day because of him; he should be considerate of her, think more about why she is like this, instead of selfishly only caring about himself; he should To be able to tell that she didn't mean what she said that hurt him day after day...

But almost ten years.But he couldn't tell the difference.

He obediently took the medicine and went in, the lights in the room were not turned on, only Liu Jiangyin's smiling face was in the dark.He tried his best to look at that face for a long time, and found that it was slowly tilting downwards, and then turned into an upward posture.The eyes are closed, the mouth is not opened, a frightened and sad face that looks lonely.He just glanced at it, and felt that his already shriveled heart was aching, worse than what she had brought him before, but it was a completely different kind of pain.

He heard the noise of people and the car horns blazing like crazy.Holding Cynthia in one hand, he rushed to the intersection frantically, and the asphalt road turned towards the sky.

Fortunately, it is on the zebra crossing.Fortunately, it was still a green light for pedestrians just now.

Seeing the person lying in the middle of the sidewalk, Cheng Yue immediately screamed, louder than louder.She tried to pull his hand, but she couldn't hold it, so she pulled it again.

Then her voice changed to that of a siren with a broken control brake.

Shen Jiqing said upsetly:

"Come on, my girl, don't bark."

A traffic policeman came to check the situation, so he had to explain in a hurry that Cheng Jiang was his friend.He avoided the ridiculous legal title of "brother" as much as possible.After confirming that Cheng Jiang was not suffering from a cardiovascular disease, they temporarily carried him to the side of the road to avoid traffic jams.

"Those who pinched him!" shouted an old lady.

They laid Cheng Jiang's limbs flat and turned his head to one side to prevent the tongue from clogging the airway.Just when they were about to take some other measures, Cheng Jiang suddenly opened his eyes again and woke up by himself.His almost unfocused eyes looked around, and finally settled on Shen Jiqing's face.

Because of the lighting, it looks like he has no pupils.

A traffic policeman helped him walk to Shen Jiqing's car that happened to be parked on the side of the road, and fastened his seat belt.Cheng Jiang remained silent along the way, and every time he encountered a traffic light and had to stop suddenly, his body would get used to it violently, and then fall back heavily, slowly leaning to one side.Cheng Yue has stopped screaming like a siren now, it's not known whether it's because she's recovering or her voice is hoarse.

No matter what, before getting into the car, Shen Jiqing gave her another drink to moisten her throat, and placed her in the co-pilot's seat.

They returned to the community in silence.

Shen Jiqing got out of the car first, then went around the front of the car to help Cheng Yue open the door, and went to see Cheng Jiang's situation.He yelled twice, but the latter didn't respond, he could only try to help him unbuckle his seat belt first, and then carefully pulled him out of the seat.He knelt down and held Cheng Jiang's shoulder.

"Look at me," he said, "can you hear me?"

Cheng Jiang half-opened his eyes without any response.

So he stretched out his hand, touched Cheng Jiang's shoulder blade, and shook his hand again.