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"How did you sleep last night, did you have a nightmare?"

Dr. Li stood beside the bed, holding a black ballpoint pen, and routinely questioned Xin Wan.

Song Heng carried Xin Wan back along the way. There were so many people in the elevator, so he turned to the secluded stairwell.No one said a word, and it was the same in the ward. Xin Wan sat on the white bed, her eyes didn't fall on him, and she accepted the examination quietly.

"Doctor Li, let's talk later," Song Heng whispered, "I'll go out and wait for you."

Dr. Li nodded: "Okay, no problem."

Song Heng turned around and opened the door, but almost bumped into someone.

The man was wearing a black hooded sweater, half of his face was covered by the shadow of the peaked cap, he was startled when he came out, he subconsciously hid the objects in his arms, bowed his waist and shrugged his shoulders, and said in a low voice, " Sorry," and walked away quickly.

Song Heng frowned as he watched the man turn the corner and leave, closed the door with his backhand, and leaned against the white wall of the door to fiddle with his phone.

After waiting for about 10 minutes, Dr. Li walked out of the ward: "Mr. Song, let's chat in another place. There are too many patients here and it's too noisy."

So they moved from the corridor to the office area at the end of the fourth floor, closed the door, and separated the inside from the outside.Almost as soon as he sat down, Dr. Li put on a smile on his face: "Mr. Song, you also saw Xin Wan. We have already told you about the situation here. When do you plan to take her away?"

"Why should I take him away?" Song Heng leaned back in his chair and asked.

"Hey, aren't you and him—"

"We don't have any blood relationship, and I don't have any responsibility for him. If it is a 'close' relationship that is less than blood relationship, he is my ex-boyfriend, and this relationship has ended three years ago, so no matter what the reason is, , I have no obligation to take him away."

The word "ex-boyfriend" choked Dr. Li, "But Xin Wan wrote it on the bed..." He put down the medical record, called up the photo album in his phone, swiped a few times, and pushed the screen in front of Song Heng, "It doesn't seem like it's okay."

The photo on the screen entered his field of vision with great impact—the exposure was high, and the black characters stood out.

Song Heng saw his own name almost at a glance, and it was written in a mess.The words were of different sizes, densely written on the narrow bed board, with cell phone numbers interspersed among them.

Handwriting can convey emotions, right?Like cursive script, like regular script, that photo made Song Heng feel shocked and unbelievable almost instantly.

It is clearly written as "Song Heng", but "save me" is expressed between the lines, as if he is the last salvation in the dying, as the oxygen and light source for survival.

"As far as I know, freedom is strictly restricted in the correction center, and privacy is strictly checked. It is the safest way to ask for help written on the bed board. He should have asked for help hundreds of times. Mr. Song, you said three years We broke up before, but as far as I know, Xin Wan entered the correction center a year ago," Dr. Li hesitated, and took back the phone, "Is there any misunderstanding between you two?"

Song Heng lowered his eyes, raised his head after a while and said, "Even if there is a misunderstanding, after three years, the misunderstanding will become an established fact, won't it?"

Doctor Li had nothing to say.

Song Heng suddenly asked: "Did Xin Wan... commit suicide before?"

Dr. Li was stunned for a moment, recalling the two hideous and irreversible scars on Xin Wan's wrist, and smiled wryly: "It should have been cut. But he can't remember these things, and the police haven't finished their investigation yet. We Naturally, there is no way to know the whole situation. There are too many injuries on his body."

Silence spread.

Song Heng changed the subject, changed the subject, and told Dr. Li about the man he saw at the door of the ward.

"Ah, that's a reporter. I've been here several times, but I can't be driven away," Dr. Li waved his hand, and sighed helplessly, "It's all because the news about that homosexual correction center was too big, and it's a big issue in society. There was a lot of feedback on the Internet, and many media wanted to come to interview the parties to get first-hand materials, but many of the children there had some psychological problems and were not suitable for interviews."

He thought for a while: "There was a female reporter who pretended to be a nurse and sneaked into Xin Wan's ward in the middle of the night, trying to take some photos secretly. We found out in time, and Xin Wan has been a little afraid of people since then."

Dr. Li added: "Mr. Song, our hospital is only a small hospital with limited resources. If you don't pick up Xin Wan, we can only transfer him to the police station first."

The noise and footsteps outside continued, Song Heng stood up, held the doorknob, and said indifferently, "Then leave it to the police."

The door of the ward was closed tightly, and the mysterious man did not linger at the door this time. Just as Song Heng pushed the door open, Xin Wan quickly raised his eyes, looked at him hesitantly, and locked on Song Heng body.

The car keys were placed on the small cabinet next to the bed, and they made a clanging sound when they were picked up.

"You're not a patient, are you?" Xin Wan said suddenly.

Song Heng stopped in his tracks and looked sideways at him: "Then who do you think I am?"

"I've already introduced myself," Xin Wan looked up at him with a firm tone, "It's a courtesy, shouldn't you introduce who you are?"

Song Heng smiled, bent down, looked into Xin Wan's clear eyes, "Then what if I don't say anything?"

It was a very unreasonable response. A gentleman and an ordinary person couldn't say the same thing. Xin Wan curled up her fingers helplessly, looking very pitiful, like the little white dog in the back garden.

Song Heng wanted to ask Xin Wan a lot of questions.For example, why did you go to the correction center, why did you commit suicide, and what have you experienced in these years.But as soon as those words came to his lips, he swallowed them.

"Take care at ease and rest well." Song Heng didn't intend to tease him any more. He rubbed Xin Wan's fluffy hair casually, put the car keys in his pocket, and strode out of the ward without leaving any room for Xin Wan to ask questions. .

The car was still parked in the same place, but after staying for a long time and a night, two or three oily green leaves and yellow pollen fell on the car glass.It was time to go, but Song Heng just sat in the car with the windows open, staring aimlessly at the hospital door.

He is indeed a cold-hearted person, he doesn't like to have feelings for soft and warm animals, and he refuses to reveal the scars of the past, re-exposing the bloody wounds to the air impurities, and at the same time lacks interest in other things, like being separated from the world A layer of frosted glass.

The time when both feet really touch the ground and feel that they are alive and flesh and blood is the time when they were together in high school.

Song Heng no longer restrained himself from thinking about it, completely indulged himself in the past, and suddenly remembered that they had indeed made a promise about a lifetime.

It was the second year of their relationship. Song Heng told him that he had studied in China for a year, and he might go abroad to study later, saying: "If you don't want to wait for me, you don't have to wait."

Xin Wan cried a lot and ignored him for several days. Song Heng didn't know how to deal with the cold war, and wandered repeatedly in despair and sadness.When this relationship seemed to be broken, Xin Wan appeared in front of him again, with red eyes and an angry look: "Do you think that I am in love with you just for fun? If you want to break up, break it up." , Throw it away if you want."

Song Heng was at a loss and just looked at Xin Wan.

"Song Heng, I'm not kidding with you, I really want to spend my whole life with you," Xin Wan stared at him straight, "If you go abroad for a year, then I'll wait for you for a year, In the past two years, I will wait for two years."

His tone softened, a very aggrieved tone: "Just don't want me."

That night, they were naked, panting, sweating, and dreaming about the future in such a narrow bed in the hotel, and their whole lives were condensed in the night.

Xin Wan hugged him and murmured, "If only you were a puppy, I can put you in my house and take care of you for the rest of my life."

"If I were a puppy, I wouldn't remember you."

Xin Wan grinned, "I still keep it if I don't remember it, and I'll get used to it after a long time!"

Song Heng hated dogs very much, but at that moment he felt that "dog" was a beautiful synonym.

Two more green leaves fell on the car window, and Song Heng did not turn the car key for a long time.

He suddenly thought - if Xin Wan appeared in front of him at this time, he would take Xin Wan away.

This idea just popped up, and before it hit the ground with a sound, Song Heng saw a figure appearing on the rough concrete wall of the hospital, with blue and white hospital gown and bare feet appearing recklessly and wobbly.

Xin Wan straddled a wall nearly three meters away, looking about to jump down.

Song Heng was startled, instinctively opened the car door, and rushed over.