father - home

How many dawns, I look forward to, and greet the rising sun with it; how many nights, I pray, it illuminates my heart like a lamp; how many calls, the turning of the eyelids, showing the tenacity of life; how many kisses, With wishes, mixed with affection, I brushed every eyelash, every inch of skin, and wiped away the tears from the corners of my eyes; how many times I stared, I never thought that when it really looked at me, there was only my shadow in the shining pupils When it took my breath, my life and my soul.

"Thank you!"

It was very difficult for Zhao to speak, and his voice was still a bit vague. It seemed to be stuck in his throat, and he couldn't come in and out freely, but I could hear clearly. I could hear every word he said clearly. I can also understand what he means by the eyes and the shape of the mouth.

"Zhao!"

"What should I call you? Sir, or..."

"Marty, call me Marty."

"Thank you, Marty!"

Zhao's hand moved, and I held it tightly. "I should thank you, Zhao." I tried my best to control myself, not to let the tears overflow my eyes.I smile.

Zhao also smiled.Because of his weakness, his smile is shallow and a little shy.The steam in my eyes covered my shadow.

In order to hide my nervousness and panic, I lowered my head to check Zhao's body, measured body temperature, blood pressure, and pulse, and recorded them in the medical record. At the same time, I pretended to be absent-minded and asked, "How are you feeling now? Are you okay?"

"Good! Did I sleep for a long time?"

"Yes."

"You said today is Christmas Eve?"

"Yes."

"Then, I've fallen asleep..."

"20 days."

"20 days? How is that possible?"

"What is impossible, don't forget, you are Fu Zhao." I blurted out, and then felt stupid again.This is like coaxing a child.

Unexpectedly, Zhao immediately replied: "Yes, I forgot too, you are Baron Matthias von Meissenbach."

Zhao knows me!He knows who I am!I looked back at him in surprise, and he looked back at me.We both looked at each other and smiled.

"I'm still worried that you'll be scared when you wake up."

"Why? I'm not a child."

"I'm afraid you will feel strange to me."

"No. You know, I'm not always in a coma, and sometimes I wake up. Every time I wake up, I can see you, so I feel familiar. But at that time, I was tired and couldn't do it. I know who you are. But just now, I have already remembered."

"what?"

"We have met, probably three times."

"Three times? Do you remember them all?"

"Well! I remember, I remember every time we met. The first time was on the platform of the Berlin railway station; the second time was in Lieutenant Rauscher's office; the third time was in the snow."

In the snow, I really wanted to ask him what happened in those days.But now that he just woke up, it's not the time to ask. Later, there will be plenty of time in the future.But recalling these, he must be very painful, so don't ask any more.Why do you have to know?

Zhao didn't mention the meeting on the train that night. I don't know if he really didn't remember that I was there at that time, or he missed it on purpose.That time he looked back at me, he should remember it clearly.I didn't respond to him at the time, I acted like a coward, and he didn't mention it because he was afraid of embarrassing me.Again I felt ashamed and ashamed.Or maybe he really forgot, that time, Dietrich did not take it lightly, and Ernst said he had a concussion.

"You remember, I thought... people said that for Chinese people, white people all look the same, not to mention they all wear the same uniform."

"It's not the same, Marty, your eyes are different."

I have thought about it many times, what will Zhao say when he wakes up?What kind of expression will it be?What mood?Dazed, tense, painful, overwhelmed, taciturn?But none of these.There is always a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes are always shining and clear, he is calm, calm, and talks and laughs freely.He seemed to be comforting a cramped child, and that child was me.

Akira looked sideways at the table beside the bed.

"What do you want? Zhao."

"I'm a little thirsty."

"Okay! You wait a moment."

The water in the tea mug was already cold, so I poured some and added some hot water.

"Come on, I'll help you." I supported his back, lifted his upper body a little, and put a pillow under his shoulders. "is this okay?"

"Row!"

After all, Zhao woke up after being in a coma for 20 days. His body was very weak and he had no strength at all.Now he was leaning on the pillow, his chest rose and fell slightly, and he was a little out of breath.

I brought the tea mug over, and he raised his hand to continue. "Thanks!"

I didn't let go.Zhao's hand was holding the mug, and my hand seemed to rest on the bottom of the tea mug carelessly, Zhao didn't seem to care.

After taking two sips, the tea mug left his mouth, Zhao's hand holding the mug trembled a few times, and then fell down.Fortunately, I was still holding it, otherwise, the water glass would have been overturned on the bed.

Zhao frowned slightly, I think he was very dissatisfied with his current physical condition.

I took the teacup and drank it by myself, as if the episode just now had never happened.

"You said you would wake up sometimes." I asked while drinking water.

"Ok!"

"What do you feel?"

"It's not as clear as it is now, it's very confused, it's some images, shadows, a little feeling, it's hard to say."

"Anything else you can remember?"

"I just remember that there are always some figures around my bed, sometimes gray and sometimes white. I can't hear them talking. I want to ask them to speak louder, but they ignore me, always chirping, I think they were studying what to do with me."

"The white ones?"

"No! It's gray. I remember sometimes one white figure, sometimes several. At first, I thought it was an angel who came to pick me up."

"You are the angel!" I thought to myself, and couldn't help but smile.

Zhao glanced at me, and said leisurely with no expression on his face: "Later I found out that he is not an angel."

"why?"

"Because he hit me!"

Zhao's words prevented me from swallowing a sip of water, and I sprayed it all out, and more than half of it spilled onto the quilt and bed sheet in front of me.

Zhao didn't smile at all, just looked at me blankly, as if she didn't understand what was wrong with me at all.

Good boy, I really have you.I laughed and cursed in my heart, and hurriedly shook off the water on the quilt, and asked him, "Do you still remember who beat you?"

"Remember! He hit me not once."

"Do you want to beat him back?"

"I want to! But not now, I can't beat him now."

"Well, wait until you recover from your illness and your body is strong, then you can take revenge."

"That's for sure! At that time, you see, he will definitely not be able to beat me."

I looked up, and Zhao had an innocent and serious look on his face.oh!Oh My God!I can hardly contain myself, he is just too cute.