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In the thin morning mist, Meng Huaize fetched a basin of water. The pierced wound on his fingertips was soaked in the cold water and it hurt bitterly, but he didn't seem to feel it, and carefully washed off the blood stains on his fingertips bit by bit. up.Afterwards, he washed his face with fresh water and covered his face with wet hands. He covered his eyes and did not move for a long time.After a long time, he put his hands down, his pale face was expressionless, and his dark eyes were dry, like ink that had lost water.

Afterwards, he tidied up the courtyard and went out with his medicine box on his back.

It was dawn, and a new day began, and he still had many things to do, which had nothing to do with ghosts and ghosts, but just lived his most ordinary life as an ordinary person.

In the next few days, Meng Huaize seemed to be normal. If he needed to go out for a visit, he would go out early. He still meticulously asked for medicines, patiently and meticulously comforted patients, and opened his East Room for consultation without going out. When there were no patients, he turned over a few medical books at his desk, and he pulled out all the half-dead withered grass in the courtyard. The small courtyard was clean, but it was a bit bare.

He obviously looked so normal, but the surrounding villagers looked at him with more and more worry.

That day, when he finished Li Zhengniang's routine follow-up consultation, when he lowered his head to pack his things in the box, the old lady asked him, "Doctor Meng, can you leave after eating at home?"

Meng Huaize raised his head and smiled at her, shook his head and said, "No, there is another one."

"The next family has to eat," the old lady muttered, "We are all waiting for the doctor to come and save our lives, but the doctor is also a human being, and he will get tired and get sick. You should take care of yourself."

Meng Huaize didn't refute, but just listened with a smile.

The old lady looked at him twice, and gradually stopped talking.She was silent for a moment, as if hesitating whether to ask or not, she changed her address when she spoke again.

"Huai Ze," she looked at Meng Huai Ze, and asked softly, "Did you encounter any difficulties in recent days?"

Meng Huaize was taken aback. Although he was young, the young and old in the village always called him "Doctor Meng" when they saw him, showing respect.Peasants don't understand those empty etiquettes, and Meng Huaize never accepts what they give, so they can only show a bit of prestige in terms of address.Meng Huaize is an orphan again, and it has been a long time since he heard such an address from an elder to a junior.

Meng Huaize was stunned for a moment, raised his face and smiled and said, "No, ma'am, why are you asking such a question suddenly?"

There was a sudden warmth on the back of the hand, and the old lady patted his hand: "You were watched by us big guys, if something happens to you, don't carry it yourself, just say it, no matter what happens, everyone will Help you."

Meng Huaize's throat rolled, and he clenched his teeth, trying to stop the sour mist in his throat.He stared at his scabbed fingertips, his eyes were hot, but he still shook his head stubbornly: "No..."

The old lady placed a little more force on the back of his hand: "You don't even look at your face, you look more sick than my old lady! Everyone who has a headache will come to you. If you are sick and rely on Who are we..."

It was noon when Meng Huaize came out of Li Zheng's house with the medicine box on his back. Although it was late autumn, the sun was unusually strong, and the ground was covered with white flowers.

He walked home quickly, even staggering a little, almost knocking open the courtyard door.He walked to the water tank in the courtyard and looked down at his own reflection inside. The surface of the mirror-like water was slightly rippled by the wind, reflecting an extremely pale and haggard face.

Meng Huaize looked at the man in the water who seemed to have lost half his life, the wind blew up the hem of his robe, but he remained motionless, as if he was bewildered.These days, he pretends that he has returned to the normal life where he has never met Wu Yue, and lives his ordinary life in a normal way, happy when he should be happy, sad when he should be sad, married when he should get married, old when he should be old, and dying when he should be old will be attributed to death.He thought he thought it through, he lied to himself that Wu Yue was nothing to him, he wasn't sad, not sad at all, he almost fooled himself through self-hypnosis, but he couldn't fool any pair of eyes around him.

Had he lied to himself again?He couldn't sleep all night, sitting in the courtyard in a daze, he looked at the dark wall in the night, and there was a sharp neighing in his ears, so chaotic that he couldn't hear the content, but he could hear his crazy tone.He felt that in such dark nights, he was becoming lighter and lighter. The former Meng Huaize was stepping on the ground, but now he was like a ghost floating in the world.

His pretense and self-deception were exposed by the old lady's words, Meng Huaize was almost in a panic, the black curtain used to cover him was lifted, and he clearly saw the little shadow that was at a loss and didn't know where to go.

But when it arrived, he didn't show any softness in front of outsiders.Those things between him and Wu Yue, whether good or bad, are all rotten in his own heart.

A few days later, the last batch of refugees had almost recovered from their injuries and were ready to leave.

The night before they left, Meng Huaize went to give those injured patients a final review.When he was about to reach the place, he bumped into Cai Zhiniang who had just come back from there, and she was still carrying an empty basket in her hand, probably to deliver some food to the refugees.

The two walked towards each other, and Meng Huaize called out "Mother".

Cai Zhiniang glanced at him, but didn't make a sound, turned around and turned into a nearby path.Meng Huaize lowered his eyes and said nothing, and walked forward quietly.

Since the opening of spring this year, there have been many disasters. First, there were endless wars in the north. In March, there was a rare heavy snowfall, which buried many villages. In summer, there were frequent floods in the south, coupled with famine, and the government's disaster relief was weak. , leaving many refugees homeless.

These people traveled here, living and sleeping in the open, the journey was very difficult, and there were many injuries on their bodies. Meng Huaize, a small doctor, could not give them a place to resettle, so he could only do his best to give them some care for their ailments.

After many days, the refugees were all grateful for Meng Huaize's help, and when they saw him coming, they all gathered around and shouted: "Doctor Meng."

Meng Huaize's eyes fell on the yellow buns they held in their hands, and a woman said: "The third aunt just sent it to us, she is really a good person."

Meng Huaize looked away, squatted down to see the recovery of the man's leg injury, nodded, and replied, "She's fine."

The woman's clothes were shabby, her face was yellow and thin, she held the steamed bun in her hand, and stood there for a while, then she burst into tears and said, "You are all good people."

Meng Huaize looked down at the injury on the man's leg, but said nothing.He has never known how to deal with such evaluations from others. He has never done anything harmful in his life, so he shouldn't be considered a bad person, but he doesn't think he is a good person either. Everything he does is just what he thinks he should be. Just do it.

"Okay, what are you doing?" Someone came over and pulled the woman away, "Don't disturb Doctor Meng's treatment here."

Meng Huaize sighed slightly, and looked up at the thin woman's back.

"Doctor Meng, please don't blame her." A woman sitting next to her who had been silent before suddenly spoke softly. In those days, Meng Huaize had almost never heard her speak.

Meng Huaize shook his head: "No."

Perhaps because it was the last night here, they would continue their exile tomorrow morning. The woman who had always been silent like a stone said a lot: "Since her daughter was swept away by the flood, something is wrong with her, sitting alone And cry too."

Meng Huaize gave a hand. He had consciously avoided asking about the experiences of these people before. People who have fallen here know that there are countless sad things without asking. Shen.

The woman's face was pale, but her eyes were pitch-black. She hugged the little boy in her arms tightly, but her voice was almost calm: "It was raining all the time, and there was nothing in the sky that day. , how can there be so much rain, the land is flooded, and the outside is full of water. Her daughter is stubborn, the cattle at home have no edible hay, the little girl is distressed, and she insists on braving the rain to go to the mountains to look for grass Eat, but it rained too much, and the cow was lost halfway. Where can I find it in such a heavy rain? She was so angry that she beat him up, locked him in the back room, and didn't even give him food. On that day In the middle of the night, the nearby mountain fell down..."

The little boy in her arms was holding a piece of candy in his hand, obediently motionless, but Meng Huaize shivered.

Her man shouted: "Why are you telling people this!"

The woman didn't seem to hear it, she looked at Meng Huaize, but her eyes seemed to see a far away place through Meng Huaize: "Just a few days ago, the teacher in the school praised her daughter, saying that Yaoyao is the best. Good. We are illiterate, she was so happy, she asked Yaoyao what she wanted, and bought it for her. Yaoyao said she wanted to eat candy, but the candy is so expensive, and we are reluctant to buy it even if the children make a fuss all year round. A few times. Just that morning, when she went to the market, she bought candy, but when she got home and heard that the cow was lost, she was so angry that she didn’t take out the candy. In the end, everyone was gone, and the candy was still in the pocket inside……"

She laughed, but Meng Huaize didn't. The little boy raised his head and called out "Mother" uneasily, and the man on the ground said "Okay" in a deep voice.

Meng Huaize didn't move for a long time, until the little boy next to him carefully held his hand, Meng Huaize realized that his hand was trembling.He raised his head and smiled at the little boy, and squeezed the cold little palm in his heart.He has held many children's hands, soft and fleshy children's hands, and now the hand in his palm is as young as it is, but it is hard, with the bitterness of the cold wind.

The little boy held a piece of candy in his other hand. He seemed hesitant, but quickly made up his mind, and stuffed the piece of candy into Meng Huaize's palm cherishingly.

Meng Huaize shook his head, wanting to give it back to him, but the little boy clenched his fists and snuggled into the arms of the woman next to him to hide, revealing a pair of clean eyes, looked at Meng Huaize with some shyness, and whispered: "Doctor Meng eat."

Meng Huaize's eyes were hot, he didn't refuse anymore, he reached out and touched the boy's head, and thanked him warmly: "Thank you."

Meng Huaize checked the wounded one by one, and after confirming that there were no major problems, it was already late at night. He packed the medicine box and prepared to leave. After walking a few steps, he saw a woman sitting on the stone at the intersection.

The boy fell asleep in her arms, and the woman held the child in both hands, but her eyes were looking at the vast and dark night sky.In the night sky of late autumn, there were a few scattered stars, shining dimly among the branches. She looked so intently and tenderly, as if she was looking at another child of hers.

Meng Huaize didn't disturb her, and was about to leave quietly, but the woman suddenly spoke.

"Doctor Meng, do you know?" Her voice sounded softly in the night, "The master also praised our family's great treasure that time, saying that Yaoyao's handwriting is the best, and our family's great treasure has the best memorization of books."

"Our Dabao also likes sweets the most. Every time the last episode, we have to make a fuss about it, but I think it's too expensive, so I haven't bought it for him once. The other day Guirong said that he would buy candy for her family Yaoyao in the first episode. I said Alright, let’s bring a few pieces of candy to Dabao. There are only three pieces of candy in total, and he asked for one piece, and gave the other piece to my younger brother, and he insisted on eating one piece for me and his father.”

"I said he bought them for you. Didn't you ask for candies every day? Why don't you keep them?" The woman smiled, with gentle sweetness in the corners of her eyes and brows, "He said, I want daddy too." Mother and I taste the sweetness of sugar. I said it once before, I have never eaten sugar, and our Dabao will remember it..."

Meng Huaize listened quietly, until the woman stopped talking, he never asked about Dabao's whereabouts.

The woman wiped the corners of her eyes, raised her head and continued to look at the far-reaching night sky.

After a long silence, Meng Huaize heard her sigh leisurely: "You said how easy it is to separate this person, why can't we see each other again in the blink of an eye..."

That's right, how come this person can't be seen again in the blink of an eye?

In the early morning of the next day, the remaining refugees set off before dawn, and Meng Huaize sent them off.

The road ahead is unknown, Meng Huaize gave them a lot of medicine, maybe they will be able to use it in the future.In addition to medicine, there is also a packet of sugar.Earlier, he went to the market, knocked on the door of the unopened sugar shop, and asked the boss to sell him some sugar.When paying the bill, the owner of the sugar shop heard that it was for the refugees, so he was silent for a moment, then opened the wrapped paper and added some more.

In the milky white morning mist, Meng Huaize watched the group of people drift away until he could no longer see them. He turned around and stepped into the white mist on the other side.

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