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The second time Nadya went to visit the patient who was as charming as an angel, the man finally woke up.

As soon as she lifted the curtain, she saw the man staring at the ceiling with open eyes. Those eyes finally opened, and the shape was as beautiful as she had imagined, except that it lacked the gentle brightness that she had imagined.

——That's right, imagination is imagination after all, this patient must have experienced some unbearable pain before, how could he be as peaceful and gentle as he thought at first.

Nadya's brain was wide open, and she was severely abused by her own brain.

She greeted the patient warmly, and told him that the dean had already collected the medical fee from him—that well-made but embarrassingly worn clothes simply confirmed the authenticity of her imagination from another aspect.

Then she discovered the truth: this beautiful Oriental was blind!

Tsk tsk tsk, I thought he was pitiful enough, but I didn't expect there to be even more pitiful things...

Nadya sometimes volunteers with the old dean. In the hospitals where the handicapped are concentrated, she has come into contact with many congenital or acquired blind patients, and she understands how inconvenient their daily life is. Thinking of this, she The fire of sympathy in the heart burns higher.

"Don't worry, our dean here is very nice. You can stay here until you get better... After that, maybe he will introduce you to a suitable nursing home."

The man looked at him blankly, innocently, his eyelids trembled, and his eyelashes looked like black butterflies about to take off.

The girl took a heavy breath to suppress her heartbeat, and then discovered a more serious problem - this person didn't seem to hear her!

No, is there a hearing problem?

Fortunately, she immediately found out that it was just a language barrier, because she couldn't hear what the man said. However, his voice was really nice, waxy and smooth, and it made her heart feel soft and happy ...

But now she is worried. The place where their hospital is located is a very remote town in Swaziland. The residents are self-sufficient. The daily conversations in the whole town are mixed with Zulu and Xhosa. when used in other languages.

She didn't even know anyone who could speak English, let alone some Asian language.

In fact, You Suowei asked her questions in English, but the poor girl knew nothing of these languages, and the two of them talked for a long time without understanding what they meant.

You Suowei can't figure out his situation at all now, he only remembers what Chi Lai had said to him for a long time, and he fell asleep after he left, and came to such a strange place after waking up.

He is proficient in many languages, but he has never learned those strange pronunciations spoken by the girl just now. It sounds a bit like the pronunciation rules in Africa... But this is not helpful, he is in a tropical area , which can be judged without the help of language.

Fortunately, from the smell of disinfectant around him and the needles stuck in his hands, he could find that he was still in the modern world and hadn't fallen into any primitive tribe, which was enough for him to breathe a sigh of relief.But in the current situation, he couldn't even ask for help, let alone find a way to contact Li Weike and the others.

Maybe... waiting for everyone to find themselves is the more correct approach?

After all, it seems that he has escaped from Chi's control for some reason, but he doesn't know how far away he is. If he acts rashly, it is difficult to guarantee that he will not be found again and be arrested and kept locked up.

He recalled the pain that was about to drive people crazy, and decided decisively to wait for rescue.

Fortunately, he had already changed into formal clothes when he was taken away, and he had some small change on his body, which should be enough to live in this place for a period of time.

His mind was spinning here, Nadya had already changed the medicine for him, took his body temperature, You Suowei woke up from his thoughts and was about to thank him, when he felt his body being lifted up and leaned against the head of the bed, and his hands were stuffed a glass of warm water.

"#@￥%￥#"

It was a young and cheerful voice, probably a little girl with a good personality.

Thinking about it, You Suowei nodded gratefully at the place where the voice came from, showing a gentle smile.

This time, the girl laughed so hard that her heart was pounding, Nadya didn't dare to stay any longer, she hurriedly ran out holding the replaced medicine bottle, which stunned You Suowei for a moment.

He shook his head with a smile, leaned back comfortably on the pillow, and his thoughts drifted away.

He was thinking about what Chi said before, or in other words, thinking of Emperor Yan.

The Chinese call themselves the descendants of Yan and Huang. Both Yandi and Huangdi are familiar characters since childhood, but they are so far away, as if they are high above, like gods born with knowledge, and they never thought that they might have the same emotions hatred.

Yanhuang, they are all ordinary people, different from those gods who moved mountains and seas in myths, they created the origin of Chinese civilization bit by bit with their hands, and opened a chapter for this ancient land.

It seems that no one has ever thought that it was the Yellow Emperor who defeated the Yan Emperor's tribe, why Yanhuang Yanhuang, Yan came first, and Huang came after.

It turns out that they have had so many complicated pasts.

He didn't think about it for long, the persistent low-grade fever made his mind confused, and before that, he had a nerve in Chi's place, but now he relaxed, and the pain seemed a bit menacing.

Another morning, as he regained consciousness from a long, dreary sleep, he felt something poke in his face.

He smiled secretly in his heart, held back and didn't move, when the naughty little thing was about to jump up and down on his eyes, he stretched out his hand suddenly and grabbed a chubby little paw.

"Ah," the little girl exclaimed, and then giggled when she realized that he was awake, "Vince, you're so bad, I'm going to tell Sister Nadya that you're bullying Ermen again."

You Suowei let her go, and propped himself up by the railing beside the bed: "I didn't bully you, obviously you came to wake me up."

The girl smiled and climbed onto his bed skillfully, closed the curtain with a swipe, and covered his mouth with her hand: "I won't let you say, Nadya listens to me the most, so she won't listen to you. "

This little girl's name is Ermengarde, and she is the only one in the hospital who can speak some English. Although the pronunciation and grammar are in a mess, she can communicate anyway. You Suowei even made gestures and guesses with her, and became good friends. .

Ermengarde is not a native African. Although she is vague, she talks too much. You Zuowei can barely piece together the little girl's life experience from her few words--European father, Arab mother, the ruthless man and her mother. After five years of living together, their mother and daughter left Africa with a pat on the back.

When the father was still there, the young Ermengarde's family lived well. They lived in Mbabane and even sent their daughter to a private kindergarten. But later the man left his wife and daughter and returned to Europe without leaving any money. She and her mother The life of the poor woman became difficult, and the poor woman couldn't support the life in the big city, so she moved to this small town in the Lubangbo district with her daughter.

But the tragic fate is far from over. As a mother, the woman had an AIDS outbreak within two years. Thanks to the kindness of the old director, she was admitted to this hospital with perfunctory medical expenses, and the little girl lived here with her mother. Fortunately, there are never many children in the courtyard, and there is no fear of loneliness.

It was the formal education in the previous years and getting along with her father that enabled Ermengarde to carry out simple daily conversations in English, but she often mixed and matched Zulu when speaking. You Suowei asked her to speak slowly, guessing as she went Teach her to correct, and the two get along very happily.

The little girl is innocent and unaware that the shadow of death has already approached her mother. She likes to play around, so she often comes here, draws the curtain and the two of them shrink together in the cramped space, sometimes wandering around. To hold her and tell stories, sometimes I just listen to her talking about interesting things in life in a "self-created" language.

A child's world is always full of joy. The newly grown yellow oranges on the tree, the fantastic pictures created by light and shadow, and the beautiful light spots on the wall in this ward, she can always talk a lot and listen to what she wants. It takes a lot of effort, but you can feel warm and caring.

Ermengarde doesn't often mention her father, and she doesn't talk much about her mother. In her small world, stars, moons, flowers and grass account for more than the couple who never pay her much attention. Let her alone and don't ask too much.

The little girl stroked his eyes lightly, and said softly, "Vince, why are your eyes invisible?"

You Suowei was very used to this rare little girl, and he followed her around without stopping her, and only whispered to her in a tone of sharing secrets: "Because the big devil cast a spell, so I can't see you." La."

Ermengarde tilted his head and whispered, "Yesterday, I heard the dean's grandfather say that there was a villain who bullied you...is it this big devil?"

"That's right, the Great Demon King is broken. Look, I'm lying here and can't move. It's all because of him."

"Oh, he's so annoying," the little girl angrily stretched out her hand in mid-air to beat the imaginary demon king away, "Don't be afraid, Vince, you're so good, he must be jealous of you to bully you."

You Suowei was amused by her, and said happily: "Really, he is so bad, no one likes him, so he just wants everyone to dislike me."

Ermengarde's whole body lay on him all at once, and his short hands tried to wrap his arms around him: "No way, even if you can't see, Ermen likes you, we all like you."

"Really?" You Suowei patted her little head gently, "That's great."

The girl nodded vigorously, for fear that he would not believe it.

She grabbed the thread on the quilt of the hospital bed, stopped for a while, then forgot about the topic, and went to grab You Zuowei's hand again: "Vince, are you an angel?"

You Suowei was a little dizzy by her jumping thinking: "No, of course I am not."

"Oh... so are you a star?"

"...I'm not, Ermen, why do you think so?"

"Because you are beautiful~" The little girl played with her fingers and smiled, "My mother said that angels are all beautiful people...but my father said that stars are also beautiful."

You Suowei smiled indulgently, and did not correct the little girl's misplaced words.