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Chapter 58

Yang Yang hasn't woken up for a long time. At first, Wen Liang would go to the hospital to see her through the glass of the intensive care unit. Later, Wen Liang just went to the first floor to pay the fee, and didn't go upstairs again.

I can't tell if I'm afraid or ashamed.

He didn't look for a rented room. He shared a room with others most of the night, and slept in the corridor of the hospital when he was free.When he slept, he curled up on a plastic chair, motionless and silent. When he woke up, most of the time he just stared at one point in a daze, and occasionally muttered something to himself.

It seemed a little strange, and the nurses were afraid to talk to him.

In a blink of an eye, winter has passed and spring has come.

Yang Yang has been transferred to the general ward, but the situation has not improved.Since she couldn't leave the respirator for a long time, she had to cut her trachea. She didn't wake up very often. Even when she was awake, she could only open her big wet eyes and couldn't say anything.At this time, Wen Liang was sitting beside her bed, gently stroking her forehead hair with her slender fingers.

At this point, I don't know whether to let her go is the best choice.

Wen Liang has probably stabilized. He spends a lot of time in daily rented small hotels, and has a few regular customers.Picking up two people in one night, plus Yang Yang is just delaying the day, and the money is tight enough.

He hadn't dared to look in the mirror for a long time, as if "it" had been left on the road by them, and a real monster had been replaced in the mirror.Although he really didn't want to admit it, Wen Liang knew that the "person" who always followed him like a shadow, that "person" with dirt on his face and scars all over his body, had the same face as himself.But one day, standing in the hotel's small dilapidated bathroom, he saw the small stained mirror on the wall, and there was definitely no human face reflected there.

Wen Liang lowered her head abruptly, not daring to look in the mirror anymore.

He hasn't heard Jin Ye's voice for a long, long time. Sometimes he will close his eyes and wait quietly. Jin Ye's voice is very nice, deep but not rough, clear but not violent, with a little magnetic sound, Like the sound of jade.He was afraid of hearing Jin Ye's voice before, but now he began to miss it, after all, it was the only good thing left in his life.

Most of what he heard now was crying, and at first he thought it was real, after all, it was not uncommon for people to cry in the hospital, especially in the area they were in.Later, he tried to look for it once. The other people in the corridor were very calm. Some looked at him in surprise, but they immediately turned their eyes away without saying a word. No one was looking for him as curiously as he did. It dawned on him who was crying, and when he listened carefully, the crying was somewhat familiar.

At this time, many people looked at him as if they were crazy, and he was not surprised at all.

Once, after he went to the park to make an appointment with someone at night, he followed that person to the hotel, and heard someone crying, sobbing, suppressed in pain, and even made distorted breathing sounds.

It's so realistic, Wen Liang thought to himself, it was as if someone was actually swallowing and crying in pain right next to his ear.

The person in front turned around impatiently, with contempt in his eyes, and asked, "What do you mean?"

Wen Liang stopped in her tracks and looked at him suspiciously.

The man shoved his shoulder and said angrily: "I have agreed on the price, and I'm forcing you? Why are you crying for me?! Crying!"

At that moment, Wen Liang wanted to say that I wasn't the one crying, but he wanted to say that I heard someone crying too, this time it wasn't a hallucination, right?But he reacted immediately and touched his face.

"Are you going to do it or not? Get out!" After the man finished speaking, he looked at him suspiciously, a little afraid that he would really run away, and his tone slowed down, "If it weren't for your good looks, I would Don’t give me so much money! 500 yuan! I’ll give you another hundred lines, right?”

Wen Liang wiped her face with her sleeve and said, "Okay."

"Did you bring that?"

"No."

"Why didn't you bring it?" The man looked at Wen Liang in disbelief with a look of consumer rights being hurt, "If you infect me with any disease, you are responsible?"

Wen Liang stopped in his tracks, then he pinched his palms and said patiently: "There are in the hotel."

"Really?" The man looked at Wen Liang scrutinizingly, "Don't you pay for that thing? Who will give it to you for nothing? Do you think all the hotel owners are idiots?"

"If you use it, you have to pay, and I'll pay for it." Wen Liang said.

"You also pay for the room, the money I give you includes the room, do you know?"

"Ah."

"Hey, that's right, don't play tricks on me, and do things honestly with money! Do you understand?"

Wen Liang ignored him and just followed behind him silently.

"Don't say you are really good-looking. You look like a star in a painting. You are white and thin. I can only look at your eyelashes when you lower your head. Why are they so long?"

Wen Liang still didn't make a sound.

The man made fun of himself and shut up too.

March is approaching quietly, and Wen Liang's hair has grown, which is a bit piercing to the eyes.

Back then when he was at MIX, Brother Xiao Jing took him to his best friend to have his hair cut.The very delicate boy said with a smile that he was the director. He had a tool bag hanging from his waist and a dozen pairs of various scissors. It took almost an hour to cut a short hair. He really helped He cut it and blown it, and admired it proudly for a while.

People who live seriously are really happy no matter what they do.

He went to the nurse's desk and asked for a pair of scissors. He wanted to cut it by himself. A little nurse girl saw him and hurriedly stopped him: "Don't cut it yourself! When I am off duty at noon, let me cut it for you?"

Wen Liang smiled: "Men, I don't want to look good, I can cut it myself."

As if seeing Wen Liang for the first time, the nurse opened her mouth in surprise, but said nothing.

Wen Liang understood, and she must have thought he was mentally ill, so she decided to act righteously, lest he go crazy and cut herself into a mangled head.Anyway, isn't he just mentally ill?After so many months, I also accepted it.

The nurse is quite embarrassed. Although people like Wen Liang are down and out now, he cannot be described as gentle when he smiles. He is good-looking. It won't make people feel warm and close, on the contrary it will make people feel ashamed and dare not play with it. It's almost a different person from him when he sits silently and cries.

This kind of temperament has been cultivated in arrogance and arrogance since birth, and it is engraved in the bones, and it cannot be erased in a short time.

He said he could cut it by himself, but when he got to the bathroom, he realized that he hadn't looked in the mirror for a long time, and he was embarrassed to go back to the nurse girl again. After hesitating for a moment, he slowly raised his head.

In the mirror, his body was covered with the head of a black-purple fleshy and wrinkled creature, with a few sparse curly hairs on top, the cloudy eyes were full of panic, the nostrils were upturned, and the swollen mouth was wide open. , the crooked broken teeth in it were stunned, and an ugly meat|pillar protruded from his throat instead of a tongue.

Holding a pair of scissors in his hand, the monster yanked his neck, howling in horror and misery, howling loudly, the sound was a hundred times more tragic than killing him, revealing a deep sense of despair And fear, like a tsunami rushed into Wen Liang's mind.

Wen Liang was so frightened that she sat down on the ground, her stomach convulsed violently, she tilted her head and vomited, tears pouring out.

"What's wrong? Who was yelling just now?" A nurse rushed into the bathroom, probably passing by, regardless of whether it was a men's bathroom, she helped Wen Liang up, and asked anxiously, "What's wrong with you?"

Wen Liang was still throwing up, so she supported him and let him lie down beside the sink next to the sink to wash mops, and while patting his back, she asked, "What's wrong with you? Gastritis? Did you eat something wrong? "

Wen Liang broke out in a cold sweat almost instantly, his neck and back were wet, his face was frighteningly pale, he couldn't vomit anything, and his stomach was still twitching reflexively.The nurse was very nervous and asked him, "Is the pain severe?"

"It's okay, it's okay." Wen Liang took a few breaths, "Don't worry about me."

"Are you a warm parent?" the nurse asked.

"Hurry up and get out, this is the men's toilet..." Wen Liang knelt by the pool, choked up and said suddenly.

The nurse burst out laughing, and said with a big grin: "Cut, I don't take everything I read, who hasn't seen it! Do you still want to vomit? Help you up?"

"Thank you." Wen Liang washed up, the energy passed, and his complexion looked better, "I'm fine, it just happens sometimes, it will be fine in a while."

"Are you under too much mental pressure?" The nurse looked at Wen Liang cautiously, and persuaded, "Look at it, the child's illness can't be helped, let's do our best..."

"Well," Wen Liang interrupted her, "I know, thank you."

Seeing that he was fine, the nurse said a few more words to persuade him to get some medicine to relax his mind, and left in a hurry.Wen Liang picked up the scissors on the ground and looked down.

He felt that the energy in his body was about to blow him up, and that mixed and powerful emotion, rampant, was about to overwhelm him. Liberation, what love is there in life?

On the fingers of his left hand are old scars, one more and one less, and there is no difference.He is right-handed, and holding the scissors "click", he cut a cut on the little finger of his left hand neatly, and the blood dripped drop by drop.

Not enough, not enough, this bit of pain in the body is not enough to counteract the throbbing pain inside, he cut it twice more, holding those two fingers tightly to prevent too much blood loss.With his fingers connected to his heart, he bowed down in pain. He gradually discovered that along with the severe external pain, his inner pain seemed to be temporarily relieved. This was probably a kind of venting.

Gradually, his own face appeared in the mirror, pale and thin, with uneven black and white hair, red eye sockets, and purple lips, like a consumptive ghost, staring at the mirror nervously, panting in pain, in a state of embarrassment.He stood up straight, hurriedly washed the blood off his hands, slightly pulled up his hair, and quickly cut it.

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