Wild grow

The so-called outer intensive care unit is actually just a very simple temporary ward-the huge parking lot is ventilated on all sides, but some simple barriers are stuffed to block the cold wind. The first second Fushen stepped into this place, he was blown head-on The draft made him subconsciously shrink his neck.

All the cars were taken away like scrap iron, and replaced by countless densely packed tents. There are not enough medical staff, and there are even fewer medical staff who can persist in their jobs at this time, so the entire parking lot is quiet. It was terrifying, except for the family members of some patients who were walking around, only the ear-piercing sound of the wind could be heard—

Fushen searched for several tents before finding a medical staff member, and reported his mother's name. The latter gave him the coordinates after a short search. Fushen hurriedly thanked him and went straight away——

He didn't even hear someone behind him reminding him "where are your shoes?"

……

Tent No. 32 in Area A.

About 10 minutes later, Fushen stood in front of the tent with his knees panting slightly after running, and raised his head. When he saw the faint light shining inside, his heartbeat that had been beating violently before suddenly calmed down. down.

About three seconds later, he stretched out his hand and tried to push away the tent in front of him, but when his hand touched the cold tent windshield, he suddenly withdrew his hand as if remembering something. Some hastily tidied up his hair and clothes that were scattered due to running, took another deep breath, and then lifted the covering in front of him.

——It was the strong smell of disinfectant water that came to me.

As if he was afraid that the cold wind outside would blow into the tent, he quickly slipped in through the small gap raised. When the covering cloth fell, the sound of the wind was blocked outside the tent, and there was silence in his ears, only the monitoring equipment The sound of regular beating.

Fu Shen's eyes moved, and finally stopped at the innermost one of the large row of hospital beds-a woman in her 50s was lying on the hospital bed, and she was sleeping peacefully at this time.

Fu Shen moved.

He felt like he was barely making a sound.

However, the woman lying on the hospital bed still seemed to hear the movement. She opened her eyes, which were still closed, suddenly and slowly—the eyes with the quiet smile in her memory became a little cloudy now. However, the woman still smiled the first second she looked at Fushen.

"Mo Bai?"

There was a quiet joy in the woman's voice.

Fu Shen was behind the light, and his face could not be seen clearly from Mrs. Chu's perspective - Fu Shen stood there without moving or responding, he just lowered his head and looked at himself, he was wearing only one shoe The foot where the other shoe was missing, the waist-length hair, and when he lowered his head, the earrings and feather decorations on his ears collided with each other and made a very small sound.

The figure of this body is somewhat different from that of Chu Mobai.

There is a huge difference in age.

Fushen hesitated for a while, then raised his feet and walked slowly to the side of the hospital bed. He bent down and knelt down by the side of the bed, then turned his face slightly so that the woman lying on the bed could see his face clearly. ——

While making this move, he was almost prepared for the other party to be surprised, resist or show any emotions, but when he quietly waited for that moment to come, unexpectedly nothing happened ——

The woman on the hospital bed stretched out her hand, and gently touched the delicate face of the young man by the window with her hand, she smiled and said, "Son, you are back."

At that moment, my heart seemed to be hit by something.

At that moment, the blood rushes from the beating heart to the blood vessels, and from the touched cheek, the warmth instantly spreads to every pore and every joint of the body——

Fushen suddenly felt that he was a jerk who was deceived by the one-sided words shown by the eyes of true knowledge and even fell into the feeling of being betrayed.

After knowing the truth, I still hesitated to look for my parents for fear of being disappointed again, and I was even more sinful.

"Mom, I'm back."

The hand covered the woman's hand on her cheek, and the temperature was still as warm as in memory. However, the thinness touched by the palm made Fushen unable to say a word at all—nothing Words can express what a person feels when he feels that those closest to him are old, weak, and thin.

Before Chu Mobai left home to go to the research institute, his mother stood at the security checkpoint of the airport and waved at him. At that time, she was just middle-aged, with black hair, decent clothes and delicate makeup.

It's just that I didn't pay attention, why did my mother become like this?

Fushen's hand tightened slightly, holding his mother's hand in the palm of his hand, he raised the corners of his lips and forced a smile: "It's hard for you to recognize me at a glance, I thought about it for a long time before I came, how can I explain to you—— —”

"What's the explanation? I'm getting younger, but my face is still the same as before." Mrs. Chu said with a smile, "I've been facing this face for decades, and I can still recognize it wrong?"

"That's right." Fushen responded with a light smile.

"Where did you find this body? You don't even take care of your hair if it's so long." Mrs. Chu asked with a smile.

"It's just been used, and in the current environment, who can control this."

"Well, it's because the neighbors in the neighborhood are gone. If they are, they should laugh at our old Chu's family for raising a daughter."

Mrs. Chu laughed as she said that, and Fushen felt sore again when she heard the words "the neighbors in the neighborhood are gone", but she could only follow with a smirk on her face.

Fushen held Madam Chu's hand slightly: "Mom, I'm late, do you blame me?"

"What are you talking about? I can't blame you. The plane can't fly, and the boat can't drive. You are in the United States. If you can't come back, what can you do?"

Mrs. Chu moved, and took out an old-fashioned flip phone from the side of the pillow. She held the phone in the palm of her free hand, and handed it to Fushen, "Just before the communication fails, you send it to me. I still keep the text message - your father is a bad man, he agreed to wait for you to come back together, but he left first."

Before the world's communication facilities failed, Fushen once sent a text message to his mother, the content was "Mom, you have to hold on, wait for me to come back".

His mother did not miss the appointment.

It was himself who missed the appointment.

"It's my fault, don't blame our dad."

"Don't take all your faults on yourself. What does it have to do with you?"

"..."

Fushen could only smile wryly and remained silent, after which the tent fell into a moment of silence.

After a long time, he suddenly heard Mrs. Chu sigh, Fushen raised his head, and carefully tidied up the woman's messy hair: "Why are you sighing?"

"No, it feels like a dream. When I wake up, the sky will change... I was not prepared at all, and suddenly I was left alone——Mo Bai, my son. In fact, my mother was quite scared. I have been thinking for a few days, what should I do if you can’t come back, or what should you do if you come back but I’m gone—”

"What are you saying, you are fine..."

"Mobai, parents are sorry for you, we have done something very, very sorry for you—"

As Madam Chu spoke, she suddenly struggled.

Because of her sudden mood swings, some of the monitoring instruments surrounding her began to beep. Fushen, who has always been calm and accustomed to death without hesitation, panicked when he heard the random thoughts of this instrument. He hurriedly stood up from the bed to comfort his mother: "Don't worry, don't worry, talk slowly if you have something to do. There is nothing to be sorry for, I know what you want to say—"

"you know?"

"Well," God Fu took a deep breath, "It's about 'Frigal', right?"

Mrs. Chu's eyes flickered, and there was a flash of guilt on her face. She didn't know where the strength came from, and she grabbed the hand that was attached to her with her backhand, and pulled him into her: "Everything happened so suddenly at that time, Neither your dad nor I were mentally prepared... our minds were blank. After reading so many books and teaching so many students a lot of principles, when the incident happened to us, we realized that we were really just a fool... ..."

"..."

"I was always thinking, Chu Mobai is Frigg, so what about my son? Where did my son go? How could you be Frigg? Since she was such an excellent and soft-hearted child, no one is Frigg. It can't be you..."

"Yeah." Fushen smiled wryly, "You can be regarded as a disguised beauties in the eyes of lovers. I have never heard anyone praise me for being kind..."

"loquacious."

"Truth."

"Later, the organization that handed you over to me made a suggestion, saying that as long as you sign a document, you can compensate us with a body similar to yours after all the dust settles, inject information about you, and let us It returned to us as Chu Mobai..."

Even though he had seen the scene at that time with his own eyes, Fushen's breath was still slightly suffocated when he listened to his mother's story.

"When I think about it now, I still feel that I was either crazy or stunned by your father at the time. For a moment, we really thought this was a solution to the problem..."

Madam Chu said, paused, her eyes flushed——

"It wasn't until those documents were sent to us that I thought, what is this... what is this, how can my son just find someone else to replace him? Even if he looks the same, has the same memory, and has the same hobbies, but That's not my son..."

"Mom, stop talking... ah, don't cry, didn't you end up—"

"Frigga or Chu Mobai, whoever is fine, my son is that one, such a simple truth, why didn't we figure it out?... We didn't sign the document in the end, but we hesitated, you Dad and I regretted it so much in the end, I was thinking, if you came back then, what face would we have to see you?"

"...It's not that serious."

"Son, no matter what channel you know about this matter, and no matter what you thought at the time, your parents are sorry for you. No matter how you complain or think, you are right—Mom is wrong, and Dad is also an asshole..."

"Okay, okay, look, you still..."

Fu Shen suddenly felt that it was really no big deal.

It is impossible not to make mistakes in a person's life, even being a parent will not always be right——

Whether as a child or as a parent, the most important thing is to understand each other.

Before, I thought that the sky would collapse and the earth would collapse, and I was going to die, but when I talked about it face to face, I suddenly felt that it was not a big deal.

Putting down the big stone in his heart, Fushen only felt that the whole person was much more relaxed. He lifted his mother from the hospital bed and hugged him in his arms, and cuddled up to each other and said something...

"When I first came in, Mom wanted to ask you, why are you barefoot?"

"I was in a hurry to see you and ran away."

"Silly son, don't think that you won't catch a cold because you are a test subject—what are you laughing at?"

"Someone told me this just now. Mom, where is Dad's body?"

"The city's collective burial place is not in this city."

"Tomorrow I'll send someone to fetch it."

"Don't worry about it, people are gone, why are you talking about that, and so many people died at that time, they were cremated collectively, your father's ashes might still have Grandma Wang next door..."

"Then I have to get it back, I'll find an open place to bury it, and plant some flowers on it..."

"Where did the flowers come from?"

"Oh, you don't know yet, it's not like there's no grass on the earth now. Plants were discovered before, and some aquatic animals were discovered later..."

As soon as Fu Shen finished his words, he suddenly felt the woman in his arms move: "Is the end of the world over?"

"Well," he nodded, "maybe."

"The sun is coming out?"

"No, but we don't want it either."

"What stupid things are you talking about? People can't live without the sun."

"I've never lived before, who knows if I can—you're just living a good life...there are plants outside, so the air won't worry; if there are fish in the water, the food won't worry—we all have these things They are called creatures of the night, but they are not born to survive without the sun... This is a world of ice and snow, and they are not afraid of plagues, as long as human beings unite...Mom?"

"Well," replied the woman leaning on the young man's arms, "Mom is a little sleepy. I just saw you back. I'm so happy. I haven't been this happy for a long time..."

"Then you rest." Fushen said, carefully helping the person in his arms to lie back on the bed, and carefully covered her with the quilt, lowering her head slightly, "Is it cold?"

"It's not cold." Mrs. Chu said with a smile, "It's good."

The corners of Fushen's lips curled up slightly, and his black pupils were as deep as bottomless eyes. He smiled and said softly, "Then you go to bed, tomorrow morning, early, and I will come to accompany you..."

"it is good."

"mom."

"Ok?"

"See you tomorrow."

"See you."

The whistling of the wind sounded like a ghost crying in the dark night.

Fushen walked out of the tent, and the windshield cloth behind him fell gently. At the same second, he heard a long sound from an electronic instrument coming from the tent behind him.