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Chapter 74

Wen Liang had a long, long dream. In the dream, he was sitting by the window of his hometown when he was young. On the window sill was a row of succulent green plants. His piano was placed against the wall, covered with a cover made from old sheets. The warm wind blows the blue curtains, and the chirping of cicadas makes the afternoon seem extremely long.

He quietly lay on the window sill and looked at the gate, waiting for Du Jie to call him to school.

When he was a child, Du Jie was very clingy, and he had to be called to go to the toilet. The two of them were like one person, in class together, and after class, they had to do homework together.Most of the time, Du Jie was making troubles for Wen Liang. When Wen Liang was writing, he would pinch the pen holder which moved around.

Their old house was there before the founding of the People's Republic of China. Before the founding of the People's Republic of China, it was called a bungalow, and ordinary people couldn't afford it.Although the house is old, most of the neighbors in the neighborhood are not ordinary people.Du Jie had no parents since he was a child, and his grandfather seemed to be some kind of big shot, with a capable old servant with him, which made people feel intimidated.His grandfather doted on him very much and condoned all his thoughts.If Du Jie didn't want to go to school one day, he could just say a word and skip class at will.

Wen Liang waited and waited, but Du Jie's figure did not appear for a long time. Maybe he won't go to school again.

The chirping of cicadas came nearer and farther away, and the glare of the sun gradually dimmed.Wen Liang walked out of his room, and the cotton curtain gently brushed over his head.He saw his mother sitting in front of the pool in the yard, washing his clothes at noon.My mother’s hair has never been messed up, and the face under the glasses has never been serious. Only when she is doing laundry and cooking, does her back look less rigid and more lively and approachable look like.Even if he was so warm and cool, he didn't dare to move forward. His mother's expressionless face hitting his palm with a ruler was the most vivid memory in his childhood.Sadness and pain are always more memorable than happiness. When thinking of my mother, pain and fear are always the first to come to my mind.

My father always looks a few years older than his actual age. Unlike his mother, who is a returnee with a doctorate in mathematics, he is an educated youth who went to the countryside. After resuming the college entrance examination, he re-entered the university.When Wen Liang was very young, his father was always studying at his desk, reading at night by candlelight, and sometimes he would accidentally bring out "Zhihu Zheye" when he spoke.My father is very stubborn, and he will never turn back if he decides on one thing.Wen Liang has already been born, and he is still studying for a master's degree. Wen Liang has grown up a little bit, and he has been studying for a doctorate for another two years.The family is supported by the mother alone, and the father has no income and does not care about housework. He just sits at the big desk and reads one thick, withered book after another.

Sometimes when Wen Liang wakes up with a start at night, she will hear her parents arguing, and her mother's words are harsh and her father dismisses them. If the two quarrel for a while, most of the mother will bear it down and stop talking.Sometimes the two have a cold war for a long time, no one in the family speaks, the father and mother seem to live alone, they can come and go freely at home, sometimes Wen Liang feels as if he has become a piece of furniture in the family, and when he is not in use, he will come and go. It was put on hold and ignored.

In the gloomy and indifferent childhood, the piano gave him great comfort.During long stretches of blank time, when one is at a loss, when parents are living in their own worlds, Wen Liang plays the piano alone, controls the big musical instrument with her young fingers, and listens to each The beautiful music composed of notes connected together, several hours of unbearable time, passed in the blink of an eye.

Wen Liang silently watched her mother wash the clothes, without stepping forward.Ever since he was a child, if his mother didn't take the initiative to talk to him, he never dared to approach her to tease her.It was the same when his mother picked him up from the piano class after get off work. He was sitting in the back of the car, tightly clutching the steel frame of the back seat with his little hands, and never thought of hugging his mother's waist.

Father was experimenting with the newly researched Han tune singing method in the room, which sounded extremely weird.Wen Liang returned to the room, lifted the cover of the piano, and started playing the piano.The crisp sound of the piano wafted from the small courtyard, dizzying the entire long childhood.

Jin Ye hadn't closed his eyes for two days and two nights. He stared at Wen Liang on the hospital bed, as if he would disappear in the blink of an eye.Gong Can and his partner came over to have a look, and Jin Ye was stuck in the ward like a wax figure, and no one paid any attention to him.

It wasn't until he saw Wen Liang's fingers move slightly that Jin Ye suddenly stood up and said, "Doctor! Call the doctor!"

The doctor rolled his big eyes and went over to look at Wen Liang: "I told you he won't die, he's fine, look at his eyeballs, he's dreaming."

Jin Ye held Wen Liang's finger that kept tapping on the bed sheet, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Why didn't he wake up?"

"Who knows? I'm probably having a sweet dream, and I can't bear to wake up, haha." Mr. Doctor is always happy regardless of the occasion.

Jin Ye turned his head and glared at him: "Get out."

Mr. Doctor: "..."

It has been three days since Wen Liang woke up, and because of the rescue and bed rest, she lost a lot of weight again.When he first woke up, he was really dazed. The sound of the piano in his dream was too realistic. He played it for a long time, so long that he couldn't tell which was reality and which was a dream.

With a haggard face and an unshaven beard, Jin Ye leaned over and touched his forehead: "Do you feel uncomfortable? Do you want to drink water?"

Wen Liang looked around, then looked sideways at his hands, he bled a lot that night, the blood splashed on his clothes and shoes, the carpet was stained red, did he not die?

"Baby, look at me." Jin Ye begged in a low voice, stroking his warm hair with his big hands.

Wen Liang's eyes moved, and finally turned his head to look at Jin Ye.

"Tell me, why you hurt yourself." Jin Ye bit his dry lips, "Tell me what you see and hear. Is there something forcing you?"

Wen Liang just looked at Jin Ye quietly, his eyes were like two dry wells, deep and lifeless.

Jin Ye bent over and waited patiently.

The eyes of the person under him flickered, his lips parted slightly, and he didn't make a sound for a long time. He didn't have much strength, and his voice was almost out of anger: "Jin Ye, is you real now?"

Jin Ye was hardly in a daze, as if he could understand anything Wen Liang asked, and replied, "I am."

"But, there is someone in your eyes." Wen Liang frowned helplessly, looking extremely aggrieved, extremely desperate, tears slipped silently from the corners of his eyes.

Jin Ye held Wen Liang's cheeks, gently wiped away his tears with his thumb, and said softly: "Fool, look carefully, what you see is your own reflection."

"No." Wen Liang shook his head, he gave up on himself, carefully looked into Jin Ye's eyes like moths to a flame, and the figure in his eyes staring at him indifferently, "It's not me."

"Then you are wrong. I only have you in my eyes and no one else." Jin Ye comforted in a low voice, moved a little closer, nose to nose with Wen Liang, and said softly, "Look again, is it you?" .”

Wen Liang just looked very scared, with a sad face, closed his eyes and tried to turn his head away, but his mouth was firm, and he said, "Yes, it's me."

You can't fool me, I'd better lie to myself, it's like a kind of desperate self-exile.

"You don't believe it?" Jin Ye touched his trembling eyelids, unbuttoned his shirt, took his uninjured right hand, and put it in his heart, "Do you feel it?"

Wen Liang slowly opened his eyes, and saw a pair of eyes as clear as water, looking at him sincerely and expectantly, under the palm of his hand was the warm skin, and the thumping, thumping sensation came through the palm.

"I'm real, my body temperature is real, and my heartbeat is real. If you doubt it, just hug me hard, even bite me. Feel free to test until you feel at ease." Jin Ye said in a low voice Nodding his head, he nodded his lips, "Would you like to take a bite?"

Wen Liang was still in a dazed state, as if holding a fiery heart in his thin palm, this sudden and incomparable peace of mind blocked all his hallucinations and made him feel empty.

At this moment, Mr. Doctor pushed the door open, and saw Jin Ye standing on one foot, kneeling on one knee beside the bed, leaning against the Wenliang pillow with one hand, and pointing his mouth with the other, covering his whole body above Wenliang , the shirt is wide open, and the pants cannot be seen because of the angle.And Wen Liang, holding Jin Ye's chest...

This couple, tsk tsk tsk...