Undying Body

"Do you believe in miracles?"

When Du Shaoyan woke up, he was already in the ward. Feng Jiaren solemnly compared the thermometer in front of his eyes: "It's a miracle that you don't have a fever after blowing on the air-conditioning all night."

"Boring." Du Shaoyan pushed away the thermometer: "I want to see Chang Sheng."

"Why don't you accept the reality." Feng Jiaren pressed his shoulder: "He is no longer here."

"Nonsense." Du Shaoyan pushed her hand away: "You don't understand what happened between me and him."

"Of course I don't understand, but now I kind of believe your words."

Du Shaoyan stopped and looked at her.

Feng Jiaren continued: "You don't want to ask about Xiao Xia?"

"Him?" Du Shaoyan thought for a while, "Why did Du Shaobo take him away?"

"Yes, that's the question," Feng Jiaren smiled, "And why A Ji operated on him, don't you know anything about it?"

Du Shaoyan had no idea, he shook his head a little anxiously.

"He didn't tell you, and he didn't tell me. It was his medical examiner who told me, and I only found out that Xiao Xia has congenital heart disease, which is very serious. I have seen his diagnosis results, even if it is an international university with first-class facilities. It is also difficult for the hospital to guarantee that he will be cured, but..." She paused, "I checked him last night, and he has recovered."

Du Shaoyan didn't know about Xiao Xia's illness, he was stunned for a long time, "Then, what do you mean?"

"Xiaoxia's examination results are not wrong. I also believe my judgment on congenital heart disease. Why did he suddenly recover? I think of the heart transplant operation that Aji performed on him. This is incredible," Feng Jiaren said in admiration. Sigh, "The heart is one of the most important organs in the human body. This is not an ordinary transplant operation. The risk, difficulty, and feasibility are much higher than those of kidney transplants. What's more, there has never been a successful example in history, because people do not have a heart. It is impossible to survive, to use one person's life to replace another, and the operation may not be successful, no doctor would take such a risk..."

"Wait, what do you mean you believe what I say." Du Shaoyan interrupted her.

"Xiaoxia's operation was successful. His incomplete heart was completed and there was no rejection. His heart is as healthy as a normal person. This is unimaginable in itself, so I think Chang Sheng will transplant it to him Half of the heart is extremely self-healing and adaptable," she nodded, "as you described, it surpasses ordinary people."

Du Shaoyan hummed, with a flat expression, "I told you earlier, you didn't believe me."

"But even if he's not an ordinary person, even if he doesn't have a heart..."

"I don't want to hear those words anymore." He walked towards the door, "I'm going to be with him, and I don't want to be there when he wakes up."

Feng Jiaren felt helpless, "He won't wake up, no matter how many times you go."

Du Shaoyan didn't turn his head back, "He will wake up, if he doesn't wake up one day, I'll wait for a month, if he doesn't wake up for a month, I'll wait for a year, if he doesn't wake up for a year, I'll wait for ten years..."

"Then he won't wake up for the rest of his life! When will you accept the reality..." Before she finished speaking, he had already walked out of the room, Feng Jiaren could only shake his head, and said to himself: "Usually he is so heartless, I can't imagine that he is still a Infatuated species..."

-

Chang Sheng was still lying in the freezer, his skin was slightly blue due to the low temperature, Du Shaoyan held his hand, feeling as cold as ice.

"Did you sleep well last night?" He sat down beside him, with a faint smile.

Chang Sheng's eyes were closed, and his flat chest didn't rise or fall.

"It's so cold, I think I'm going to catch a cold." Young Master Du rubbed his nose, he took off his coat and covered the dead man, "You're cold too, here you are." He paused for a while, "This Young Master is Young people are not cold, unlike your 600-year-old elderly, this young master respects the old and loves the young, so I give it to you."

"I didn't know Xiao Xia was ill. He recovered when I found out. You are amazing!" Du Shaoyan stretched out his fingers and gently rubbed the man's cold face with his knuckles. "You not only saved me, but also saved him."

In the quiet room, he was the only voice.

He smiled: "Do you still remember the house we lived in before? I bought it, and everything in it is the same as it was then. I go there once a week, um, to clean. Master Ben does the cleaning himself... Sigh, I'm ashamed to say, if you weren't asleep now, I wouldn't have said it, it's so embarrassing..."

Young Master Du's handsome face was a little red.

"Also, this young master was your first love, your first kiss, and your first night. This young master is so tall, rich and handsome, and you are so ordinary. You've made a lot of money!"

Young Master Du scratched his hair: "I'll only say these things when you're asleep. Anyway, I'll just say this this time. It's fine if you don't hear me, lest you be proud."

"Master Ben is tired of cleaning by himself every week. You have to get up and help me, and do it together with me."

Young Master Du stood up straight, "Hmph."

He also said: "Hey, wake up quickly, it's boring for me to talk to myself alone, my young master always responds to everything I say, you should show some face as my servant!"

"My servant," he lowered his voice, his voice was slightly hoarse and ambiguous, "it is the person under my young master..."

He gently pressed his lips against Chang Sheng's ear, "Why don't we try this?"

He felt a slight tremor in his fingers in the palm of his hand.

"So you expect me to treat you [py——] here!" Du Shaoyan suddenly realized: "So you are so [py——]!"

He looked down at his fingers, but didn't move any more. The little vibration just now was more like his illusion.

"You're playing tricks on me!" Du Shaoyan patted the man's forehead angrily, "I must punish you twice, with [Py——] and [Py——] and [Py——], hum. "

After he finished speaking, he laughed too.

Outsiders will think he is stupid when they see him, talking to himself, talking to himself, laughing alone and crying alone.

He wiped the water off his face.

"Humph."

He turned and walked out of the freezer, "Call the doctor, I'm going to transfer him to the ward."

"Ah?" The doctor on duty ran over, showing a troubled expression, "This, this is..."

"I said go to the ward," Young Master Du put on the hateful face of a rich man: "How much does it cost? Buy your hospital or your inpatient building, you can set the price as you like!"

-

The fog was thick, and he walked forward alone.

Can't see anything, can't hear anything.

He walked for a long time, and he felt tired when he walked.

He is obviously a very patient person. He has lived alone for many years without any irritability. Why do he feel uneasy now.

It seemed that someone was waiting for him.

He couldn't find his way, and the surroundings were all white and boundless. When he stretched out his hand, he couldn't touch anything.

Find the way back quickly, or the people who are waiting for me...the people who are waiting for me?

He froze for a moment, waiting for me?Is there anyone waiting for me?Who is that?

He can't remember.

What time is it now?Hongwu, Yongle, Renxuan, Hongzhi, Jiajing?He couldn't remember, couldn't remember anything.

who am I?

My mind is blank, like this fog, where do I come from?Where to go?how can i be herewhere is thisWhat should I do?

Then he heard the sound of gurgling water, like running water.

He walked along the sound, and the fog suddenly opened up in front of him.

That is a river.

He turned his head, and there was still a thick fog behind him that could not be dispersed.

He felt very strange, but he didn't want to go into the fog anyway, so he walked straight until he reached the river.

The river water seems to be very clear, but you can't see the bottom. There is a faint mist on the water surface, and old wooden boats pass by the river.

He stood on the shore, looking at those boats, many boats, many people, he didn't know each other.

He saw a familiar person on the boat, with white hair and fine clothes and jade robes.

He opened his mouth: [Father. 】

No sound came out of his mouth.

[Father, Father, Lord Father...] He tried hard to call him, but he still couldn't make a sound. He seemed to be performing a one-man show in a mime.

Hoarse, to no avail.

The people on the boat turned their heads as if they heard it.

The old man looked at his eldest son, and he nodded to him.

His father never expected him like his younger brothers. Compared with his younger brothers, he was laissez-faire and neglected to teach him. However, he was his father, who once held his hand, Teach him to write his first words.

The old man looked into his eyes with approval and tolerance, and he heard his father say: "Go home." 】

At that time, he asked him to move to another courtyard, and he never saw his father again until his death, but now he told him to go home.

He couldn't say anything.

As the boat moved forward, the old man got farther and farther away from him. He knelt down on the shore, father.

The boat gradually disappeared into the mist. He looked down at the river and saw another boat passing by.

He will never forget his mother's smiling face, when he was forgotten because of his weakness, when he was ridiculed by rumors and despised by others, when he lived alone in another courtyard, when he was surrounded by his clan to be sentenced to death , she has never abandoned him, no matter what happens, she will always stand by his side, do her best, give everything.

【Mother!Mother! 】He tried loudly to make a sound, desperately reaching out to touch her.

She raised her head, her eyes were gentle, 【Go home. 】

【Mother!Mother!Let's go home! 】He tried his best to shout in the direction where the boat was going, but the boat floated forward without stopping for him.

Someone said: [Brother. 】

He turned his head and saw his younger brother passing by him, he was sitting on the boat looking at him, his face was already full of white hair and old, [brother,] he smiled at him, the person who did not allow him to enter the mansion, Now smile at him, 【Go home. 】He stretched out his hand to his younger brother, wanting to keep him, but the river was flowing, and he could only watch him leave.

He could go home, and they all wanted him to.

Father, mother, brother.

He knelt on the bank, tears streaming down his face.

[Chang Sheng. 】

He heard a familiar voice and stood up abruptly.

She stood at the bow, smiling at him.

When she died, she was very old and could not see her eyes, but at this moment, she still had the beautiful face when she was young, the most beautiful moment in his memory.

[Chang Sheng. 】She called him again, her black hair was like ink, her smile was like a flower, her voice was clear and sweet, and she said: 【Go home. 】【Going home...】 He repeated her words, a little uneasy, 【But I...】 She smiled at him and shook her finger, as if trying to dispel his worries.

His wife allowed him to go home, and he could go back to that ordinary and warm home, with all the cases and family happiness.

As the boat was moving forward, someone approached from a distance, with his hands around his mouth: 【Father. 】That person has a similar appearance to him, 【Father, let's go home. ] He laughed heartily.

He stared blankly at him, it was the continuation of his blood, a person with the same blood as him.

He knew him, he called him father, they were family.

He covered his eyes, unable to stop the tears from falling.

He used to feel that they left him one by one, and he could only watch them leave without looking back on the shore, but now, he was forgiven.

I can go home now.

More than 600 years of wandering and wandering are over.

I know who I am now, even if everyone who can call my name is gone, even if people who are related to me by blood are gone, even if my closest people are gone, I know who I am, What am I going to do, where am I from, where am I going.

I want to go home.

He no longer looked at the passing boats, but sat down on the ground, letting his tears flow.

I want to go home.

Someone is waiting for me.

I know who he is.

"What are you crying for?" A hand pressed his shoulder.

He looked up and saw his face.

"Stupid." He bent down: "Why are you crying, isn't there still Master Ben?"

He was speechless.

"Hey," he stretched out his hand and put it in front of his eyes, "Seeing how pitiful you are, I will take you home."

He saw the mist behind him lift.

It's sunny and alive, and that's the way home.

we go home.

-

The flat green broken line on the monitoring screen suddenly jumped.