enchanting forensic doctor

Song Weiran thought that Zhaoxi might lose his temper, might be furious, might be hysterical scolding, or even yelled to get out, no matter what the situation was, he was ready to accept it unconditionally.But in the days that followed, Zhao Xi seemed to be very calm.He is not active in treatment and rehabilitation, but he is cooperative, but he talks so little that he is almost stingy.It turned out that the man who was laughing and laughing seems to have disappeared.Now Zhao Xi often sits alone on the hospital bed in a daze, her dark eyes no longer have the charm of the past, and her whole body exudes a bleak aura.

Song Weiran stood at the door and saw Zhao Xi sitting by the window in a daze, and slowly lowered his eyes to look at his left hand.It was this hand that Zhaoxi pulled away from her that day.He didn't want to think about what it meant, he just tried his best to take care of Zhao Xi by his side.

All this time, Zhao Xi never said a word of reproach to him, not even a look of reproach.It's just that his words became less and less, and his sentences became shorter and shorter when talking to himself.He didn't know whether it was Zhaoxi who was slowly calming down and forcing himself to accept this cruel reality, or whether Zhaoxi had given up on him and didn't want to have any more entanglements with him.

Thinking of this, Song Weiran suddenly smiled, even if Zhao Xi was willing to be with her despite the past, this matter would become an indelible knot in their hearts.They could never be the same again.

In any case, at least I am still here now, and I can still see him, touch him, and take care of her.If you want to say goodbye in the end, then let yourself remember his appearance, his temperature, his smile, his kindness...all in your mind and deeply engraved in your heart in these last days.

Treasure carefully, these last days.

So he raised his head, pulled out a beautiful arc at the corner of his mouth, and walked in with a thermos bucket in his hands.

"Zhaoxi, today I made you your favorite beef porridge." He took out a bowl and shook it under Zhaoxi's nose, smiling triumphantly, "Is it delicious?"

Zhao Xi, who was in a daze, turned her head to look at him, forced the corners of her mouth to bend, and hummed lightly.

Song Weiran, who was sitting on the side of the bed with his head lowered and stirring the porridge in the bowl slowly to dissipate heat, couldn't help but his expression darkened. When he looked up again, he still had a bright smile on his face. After the porridge cooled down, he carefully handed it to Zhao Xi's mouth. side, and feed him slowly when he opens his mouth.

"I have good news for you, guess what?"

Compared to Song Weiran's beaming expression, Zhao Xi was unusually calm, and asked lightly, "What?"

"The doctor said that you can leave the hospital tomorrow!"

"kindness."

Zhaoxi's indifferent performance made Song Weiran very helpless, but he could only continue to forcefully smile. "What do you want to eat, I'll make it for you. Boiled fish, steamed pork ribs with rice noodles, corn with pine nuts, fried bamboo shoots, braised pork trotters with soybeans, is there anything else you want to eat?"

"you decide."

Song Weiran, who was still eager to list the menu with his fingers just now, suddenly looked like a deflated ball, lowered his head and sat there quietly and stopped talking.

Bowing his head seems to be his most frequent gesture recently, because apart from this, he doesn't know how to hide the loneliness and sadness in his eyes.

For a while, the two fell into silence again.Now such a situation seems to be their normal state, Song Weiran tried hard to put on a happy face and racked his brains to think of various topics to communicate with Chaoxi, but Chaoxi's responses were always so short that they couldn't be more simple words and phrases , and then when Song Weiran could no longer find anything to talk about, the two of them fell into silence, a depressing and suffocating silence.

After a while, Song Weiran stood up, quietly picked up the dishes and thermos, and washed them.The cold water irritated the skin, and the water that washed the bowls and chopsticks became cloudy, and it was no longer as clean and bright as it used to be, just like their current relationship.

Chao Xi's indifferent performance made her exhausted like a clown who was trying to please him.

Before he could react, a drop of water fell on the sink, and a small splash was splashed. Song Weiran was startled, wiped his eyes quickly, and continued to wash the tableware.

After cleaning all the tableware and drying the water inside, Song Weiran felt a little better, heaved a sigh of relief, and felt a little funny.He's really spoiled, isn't it just that his health is bad and his mood is bad? Why should he be more serious with Zhao Xi when it's a big deal, he's almost as childish as a little rabbit.

It has been more than a month since Zhaoxi was discharged from the hospital, and Song Weiran had already quit his job in the newspaper office to concentrate on taking care of him at home.With Song Weiran's careful care and his not-so-active reluctant cooperation, Zhao Xi's situation has improved a lot, at least he can eat with a spoon by himself.

It's just that he does everything like a clockwork robot.He ate indifferently, took his medicine on time, and was doing rehabilitation with a cold expression.Like a wooden doll without feeling, doing everything mechanically.Song Weiran didn't know what to do when he saw the tide like this, he tried every means to be cheerful and find various topics to chat with him every day, he even watched a lot of jokes for him, It just has little effect.When he finished telling the joke and forced himself to laugh, the only response he received was still indifferent, "um", "ah" and "oh".Made him feel like a funny clown, the only audience not paying attention.He didn't know what else to do, what else to do.He just wanted the man in front of him to give him a wicked smile just for a moment.

Song Weiran even hoped that Chaoxi would lose his temper with him, even if it was yelling and cursing him.But Zhao Xi never had it.Except when he tried to eat with a spoon by himself for the first time a month ago, his hands were shaking, the soup in the spoon spilled all over the table, and the spoon smashed to the floor.Zhao Xi silently stared at her right hand for a second, then swung her arm vigorously, and swept everything to the ground with a "crash".Seeing the tiles flying all over the floor, he walked into the bedroom without saying a word, and locked himself up.

Song Weiran was terrified at the time, and it wasn't until the door was slammed shut that she couldn't help but come back to her senses with a trembling body.

Staring at the locked wooden door for a long time, Song Weiran slowly squatted down on the ground, picking up pieces of broken porcelain and cleaning up the mess on the ground with mixed emotions in his heart.

I accidentally cut my finger, and the red liquid came out one by one, dripping on the snow-white porcelain, which was bright and dazzling...

Since then, Zhao Xi has become even more silent, and often doesn't hear him say a word for a day, even if it's a single-word sentence, he has been stingy.

The night was getting dark, but Song Weiran lying on the bed stared at the peaceful sleeping face of the man next to the pillow with his eyes open and full of sadness.The faint moonlight shines through the window and hits the side of the person next to him, with light skin, a tall nose, light thin lips, and a strong body. The expression on his face looks so peaceful and peaceful, just like a long time ago Same.

Song Weiran stared at him for a long time, reluctant to blink, and then slowly stretched out his hand, trembling fingers carefully tracing the lines of the person in front of him.Eyes, nose, thin lips, the same touch as before, but I can no longer find the excitement and fascination of the past, and there are only heart-piercing heartaches.

Tears rolled across the corners of the eyes without any warning, and were hidden in the deep pillow, icy cold to the bone.

Realizing that his emotions were out of control, Song Weiran quickly withdrew his hand and covered his mouth firmly, fearing that a little noise would wake up the people around him.Trying to control the trembling fingers, he lifted the quilt as smoothly as possible, ran into the bathroom quickly, turned on the faucet, and washed his already embarrassed face with ice-cold water over and over again...

In the quiet night, there is only the sound of water, and the person who closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep opened his dark eyes in the lotus leaves.Looking through the open bedroom door at the thin figure crouching on the washbasin looming through the glass, the low cry like a trapped animal that was trying to suppress came from my ear...

He had long discovered that the gradually thinning teenager would often hide in the bathroom alone at night and cry in a low voice, and the "whoop" sound that he tried to suppress hit his heart hard like a solid hammer.

He knew that the child forced a smile every day for him, he knew that every time he lowered his head, it was to hide the sadness in his eyes, and he also knew that he blamed himself, regretted and felt very uncomfortable.But he didn't know how to respond to him, he couldn't accept the fact that his hand was broken.Especially not long ago he couldn't even use a spoon to eat by himself, which made him feel like a loser.His silence is because he is thinking, he is thinking about how he will go on in the future.Of course, he also considered whether to break up with the child...

From the beginning to the end, he never blamed the child, let alone resented him.He was just thinking, whether he, like a disabled person, is worthy of that child, whether he still has the ability to bring happiness to that child, and whether they will be like this in the future—he watched him secretly crying in the bathroom But can't do anything...

After silently staring at that thin figure for a long time, Zhao Xi slowly turned over, wrapped the quilt tightly around her body, and closed her eyes.

Maybe it's time to make a decision.

After breakfast the next morning, Zhao Xi watched Song Weiran, who was sitting on the side with slightly swollen eyes, eating bread carefully bit by bit.Remembering that the child noticed that he was looking into his eyes when he woke up just now, he explained with a sorry and embarrassed chuckle, "I drank too much water last night, and my eyes are a bit swollen today. Hehe."

Since when has he never seen that kind of smile from the heart that is like fireworks on the face of a child?

Since when did that boy who always straightened his back get used to bowing his head and being careful with him everywhere?

Since when did that nimble boy start watching his every move nervously every day?

Watching him more and more seriously, he suddenly stood up and said to Song Weiran, "I'll go for a walk." Then he turned and left the dining table to change clothes.

It took Song Weiran a long time to recover from the astonishment. It was not until Zhao Xi hesitated for a long time when he put on his coat and opened the door that he forced a smile, "You... come back early. I'll wait for you to eat."

"Hmm." The silence of the room was shut.

Staring at the closed door, it took a long time for Song Weiran to slowly come back to his senses, but he felt vaguely uneasy in his heart, always feeling that something was going to happen...