He and him in another life

The words are not very familiar, just asking questions mechanically, while the tearful eyes are always staring at the child who was once alive and kicking on the hospital bed.

Sighing inwardly, Sima Yi continued to explain, "To put it simply, it is a phantom pain that will appear in almost every amputee. If the situation is good, this phantom pain will disappear within a year or two, but..." After hesitating for a moment, Sima Yi decided to tell the truth, "There are also many patients who cannot get rid of phantom limb pain for life."

Hearing this, the woman's tears fell down, and she choked and asked: "Then, what's the matter... woo... What should I do?"

"You don't have to worry too much." Putting the pen back into his pocket, Sima Yi could only calm her down with the facts, "As far as the patient's cross-sectional wound is recovering very well, the pain is not caused by infection and inflammation. If you take good care of it, at least There will be no substantial sequelae."

"But……"

As you can see, Sima Yi is a surgeon, and he will see a scene like this every few days.From being unaccustomed at the beginning to getting used to it later, he felt heartache, sympathy, and regret, but in the end, all that remained in his heart was a deep sense of powerlessness.

Day after day, he finished his work, went home from get off work, and was sometimes called back to the hospital for surgery urgently, but because his family lived far away, such times were rare.

Sitting on the bus home as usual, Sima Yi sat down in his usual seat in the back row and couldn't help the onset of sleepiness, closing his eyes and dozing off.He didn't wake up until the raindrops that drifted into the bus window hit his face.Opening his eyes and looking at the empty carriage with only the driver and himself as the only passenger, Sima Yi thought boredly: If he hadn't gotten used to it, this scene was really scary, just like a scene in a horror movie.

As the rain gradually became heavier, Sima Yi closed the wide open car windows a little bit, but it was not enough to completely block the humid cool wind.After loosening the tight tie, he lazily leaned back on the chair and let out a long sigh of relief, staring at the car window full of winding water marks in a daze.

Probably because of the rain, there are almost no new passengers in the second half of this trip on weekdays, and seven or eight people came up one after another today.As a person who is going to sit at the terminal, it is not a bad thing to have some fellow travelers who can be observed and entertained for no reason.Therefore, Sima Yi quickly turned his attention to the new passengers, looking at their clothes and appearance, and speculating on their possible occupations.No proof required, just for fun.

The car drove to the transfer station three or four stops away from the terminal, and Sima Yi was the only passenger left on the car.

The pleasure of observation is no longer available.Sima Yi sighed with some regret, and was about to close his eyes to rest his mind, but suddenly a figure in the front seat flickered in his peripheral vision.Sima Yi was surprised for a moment, and then he took a closer look at this fellow passenger whom he had neglected for so long.

An embarrassing teenager.

Looking at the person who got up and walked back, such a definition popped into Sima Yi's head.

Drops of water kept dripping from the corners of the boy's hair and clothes, leaving a trail of water stains behind him.The young man kept his head down, as if he didn't notice that someone was staring at him. Finally, he stopped at the seat next to Sima Yi, sat down, and brought a burst of damp breath.

Sima Yi was very strange, he didn't understand why the young man wanted to switch to his side, besides, he didn't seem to want to chat.After thinking about it, Sima Yi subconsciously retracted his legs.

Noticing the man's movement, the boy thought that the water dripping from his body onto the man's trousers caused his dissatisfaction, so he moved a little to the outside, but he still didn't say a word and didn't look up. After about half a minute, Suddenly, he said in a low voice, "Sorry."

"Ah," Sima Yi actually didn't know the reason for the boy's apology, but just responded politely, "It's okay." Of course, he really didn't care about the few drops of water left on his trousers, since he didn't bring an umbrella anyway. , I will definitely get wet when I get off the car.

Sima Yi's tolerant attitude seemed to have made the young man relax a lot, his stiff back just now bent down with his soft sigh, obviously exhausted and depressed.

The water-wet hair was messily stuck to the boy's forehead and cheeks, making Sima Yi unable to see his face and expression clearly, and the water droplets still dripping down from time to time made the boy look even more desolate and pitiful.Sima Yi is not a meddlesome person, but he always feels that he should do something now, no matter what, otherwise he cannot sit at his destination with peace of mind.After touching the square scarf in his coat pocket, he gave a dry cough and asked tentatively, "Are you okay?"

As if he didn't hear his words, the boy didn't respond at all.

Sima Yi was a little embarrassed. After hesitating for a moment, he still took out a square scarf and handed it to the young man. He coughed unnaturally, "Wipe off the water on your face?"

The boy still didn't make a sound, but finally took the handkerchief, wiped the water that was about to flow from his forehead into his eyes stiffly, and then pinched the handkerchief in his hands urgently.

"Thank you." Thank you in a nasal voice, the volume is very low.

"No thanks." Stylized bad conversation, let's stop here.Thinking of this, Sima Yi turned his gaze back to the car window, no longer expecting more reactions from the boy.

The silence lasted until the bus arrived at the stop, but the boy was completely unaware that it was time to get off the bus, and remained motionless on the seat.Sima Yi was sitting on the inside, so he had to reach out and shake his hand in front of his eyes as a reminder, "Hey, it's the end."

The urging voice of the driver in front came at the same time, and the boy uttered a meaningless monosyllable from his mouth as if he had just woken up from a dream, and he got up and walked towards the car door dully.

Sima Yi got out of the car and walked into the rain with the weird boy one after the other.

At the intersection, Sima Yi saw the young man turning right along the pedestrian street, and thought regretfully: It's a different road.Then he shook his head amusedly—it was just a stranger, what was he regretting?Turning around and catching up with the green light, Sima Yi quickly crossed the road, but the moment he stepped on the sidewalk again, the inexplicable worry in his heart made him stop, and he turned to look at the boy on the other side of the road who was walking away in the rain .

Unexpectedly, the boy who was walking alone in the rain stopped and slowly turned around as if he sensed the distant gaze behind him.

His mouth was slightly opened in surprise, and Sima Yi stared blankly at the boy who stopped in the rain, feeling sudden joy in his heart.As if expecting something, he stared intently at the direction the boy was in, wondering if he would turn back along the road in the next second to say a few words to himself.

say what?

Sima Yi didn't think much about it, maybe it was the reason why he was so down and out?Or a confession?

Why should you care so much about a strange stranger?

Sima Yi thinks it's probably not important.

On the street late at night, under the dim street lights, two people looking back at each other in the heavy rain are like a still picture.Only the rain falling from the sky, with countless threads, hastily smashed into the puddles on the ground, causing ripples and splashes.

As if there is nothing, as if there is no sound, only waiting without knowing why.

The young man raised the hand that had been tightly holding the scarf, stopped at his chin, then leaned forward and bowed lightly.

It seems to be a thank you and a farewell.

The speeding truck roared past Sima Yi, splashing water all over his body.

"Tsk." Glancing dissatisfiedly at the truck speeding into the night, Sima Yi raised his hand to wipe the water off his face casually, and turned his gaze to the opposite side of the road again.

At this moment, the boy's back was gone, and he quickly disappeared at the corner of the long street.

"Ah—" Headache.With a hoarse throat, Sima Yi covered his face with one hand and turned over to avoid the light coming in through the gaps in the curtains. He planned to continue sleeping, but he felt uncomfortable after changing positions several times. It's spotless.With an annoyed curse, he sat up and began to dress slowly.

After tidying himself up, Sima Yi took advantage of the hot milk to drink a cup of cold milk and began to think about his schedule for this weekend.Of course, it turned out that there was nothing particularly important, except for trivial things like "I need to send the changed clothes to the dry cleaner" and "It's time to go to the supermarket to buy".

The hot milk made a sound of "嗞——" in the milk pot, turning up thick and dense white foam. Sima Yi came back to his senses, quickly turned off the fire, took a glass jar from the counter, and moved it skillfully. Added a pinch of ground sea salt to the milk pan.

Drinking milk with salt is a weird hobby, but it has become a habit.It was as if he had no appetite because of a headache, but he still finished a standard breakfast. Sima Yi liked a regular life, strict and ordinary, but easy to control.

However, life is often unwilling to be manipulated by others.

The suits and leather shoes that were wet by the rain last night were scattered on the floor of the entrance. Sima Yi was washing the dishes by the sink while glancing at the messy scene in the entrance from time to time and couldn't help but sigh in his heart—good My suit is almost turned into a pickle, and I don’t know if there is any way to remedy it. It’s a pity if I can’t wear it anymore. The price is so expensive now, even if I earn a lot, I should be able to live a little bit…

It's hard to imagine that a wooden pedantic man who usually has a slumped face is now talking about such things in silence with an academic face at this moment, sorting it out and reckoning that he can make up the number of words for a small paper.

Turn off the tap and put the last plate in the sterilizer