Shuang Qi

"The patient's condition is fairly stable in all aspects today, and the family members can talk to him more."

"Then when will he wake up?"

"It's hard to say. If it's fast, maybe it will take two days. If it's slow...it's possible."

Wen's father and mother's expression lost a little more.

"Okay, thank you."

The nurse packed up her things, pushed the cart and left the ward.

Jiang Qifeng took half a step back, bowed deeply to Wen's father and mother, and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry uncle and aunt, I'm the one who got him into trouble."

Mother Wen shook her head wearily, put her hand on his shoulder and said, "I can't blame you, you are also a victim."

Wen Qiyu, who was lying on the hospital bed, still didn't respond, as if he was in a deep sleep.

"You stayed up all night to write the notebook, and you said that when you sealed the box, the audience was amazed... In the end, we both missed the box."

"When you wake up, let's make it up when we unpack it, okay?"

"I've memorized the Guankou. It's only [-] words, and it's too short. Write it longer for me."

Jiang Qifeng lay beside the hospital bed and chattered, regardless of whether the person lying on the bed responded or not.

For a week in a row, Wen's father and Wen's mother kept watch during the day, and Jiang Qifeng kept watch at night, taking turns to accompany Wen Qiyu in Wen Qiyu's ward, hoping that he would wake up early.

Time passed bit by bit, and the days changed day by day, until New Year's Eve, the man in the hospital bed was still sleeping.

Jiang Qifeng dragged Xu Zhaolan and the others to bring Jiang Hua back to his hometown in Tianjin, while he continued to stay in the ward.

This was probably the most difficult New Year's Eve in his life.

The Spring Festival Gala was playing on the TV in the ward, and none of the three people who were awake was in the mood to watch it.

"It's New Year's Eve, how long will you sleep in?"

"We haven't been to the Spring Festival Gala yet."

Still no reply.

After twelve o'clock, the two elders couldn't take it anymore. Seeing Mother Wen holding her forehead pale, Jiang Qifeng was about to call for a doctor.

Father Wen hurriedly grabbed him and explained: "Don't make the doctor work hard for those who celebrate Chinese New Year. It's an old problem for her. She gets headaches when she stays up late."

Jiang Qifeng hesitated for a moment, then withdrew his hand that was about to open the door. "Uncle and aunt, go back and rest. I'm here. I'll call you if there's anything."

Mother Wen nodded with difficulty, and Father Wen helped her stand up, ready to leave.

"If he wakes up, call me immediately."

"Okay, don't worry."

Silent night...

The volume of the TV has been turned to the minimum, but the familiar "Unforgettable Tonight" can still be heard.Jiang Qifeng looked out the window, the lights of thousands of families were reflected in his eyes, and the joy of Chinese New Year was everywhere.

After a long time, he returned to the hospital bed, as if talking to himself.

"I just finished the New Year's Eve dinner with my uncle and aunt. You must not have imagined that the hospital's New Year's Eve dinner is quite rich."

"This New Year's Eve dinner includes steamed lamb, steamed bear's paw, steamed deer tail, roasted duck, roasted chick, roasted goose..."

Jiang Qifeng memorized the "Reporting the Names of Vegetables" completely, and then turned to look at the person on the hospital bed——no response.

"Teacher Xie sent me a message two days ago, Jiang Hua passed the exam."

"You can't think of it, just like him telling the teacher about his musical dreams, he can actually pass it. Teacher Xie said that he has a certain talent, and he can write a cross talk show on stage by correcting the nonsense he said during the exam."

"I also watched the video of his examination room. He said it really well. Teacher Xie even praised him."

Without a response, Jiang Qifeng felt a little tired, buried his head on the corner of the quilt beside the bed, and didn't speak for a long time.

In the early morning, he raised his head from the quilt, a little unwilling.

"Wen Qiyu, if you don't wake up, I will consider changing partners."

After finishing the words, Jiang Qifeng stared at the sleeping man, for fear of missing his slightest reaction.

Ten seconds passed. 20 seconds passed.

Half a minute passed.

1 minutes……

Wen Qiyu's lips moved.

Jiang Qifeng stood up abruptly, a little unable to believe his eyes.

"Qiyu, Wen Qiyu!"

Wen Qiyu's eyelashes also moved, and he was struggling to open his eyes.

"Wake up, wake up!" Jiang Qifeng was pleasantly surprised, and hurriedly took out his mobile phone to call Wen's father and Wen's mother, but just opened the lock screen and remembered something, slapped himself on the forehead, turned and opened the door and ran out. "Doctor! Ward 1302 is awake!"

"Is there a doctor on duty! Ward 1302 is awake!"

When Jiang Qifeng returned to the ward again, Wen Qiyu had already opened his eyes and just sat up while leaning on the railing.

"You, don't, I..." He just opened his mouth to speak, when a startled expression suddenly appeared on his face, and then gradually turned into panic. "I, I, talk, what!"

Jiang Qifeng was stunned, and subconsciously turned his head to look at the doctor who came in: "Well, what's going on with him?"

The doctor frowned slightly, but walked forward as if he had expected it, "Let me see."

Jiang Qifeng suddenly remembered the voice he heard when he was in a coma, "The gentleman in the co-pilot's head was hit hard, maybe..."

"There may be sequelae."

His heart immediately hung in his throat.

The doctor observed Wen Qiyu for a long time and asked, "Can you understand what we are saying?"

Wen Qiyu nodded anxiously.

"You try to repeat what I said, you can speak slowly."

Wen Qiyu looked embarrassed, and opened his mouth hesitantly.

"I can, understand, what you guys are saying."

This sentence is neither long nor short, only ten words, but it took him 20 seconds to repeat it.

The doctor wrote a few words on the medical record, then raised his head and said to him: "What did you want to say when you just woke up? Or speak slowly."

Hearing this, Wen Qiyu continued to say with difficulty: "You, don't, change, your partner."

The doctor looked back at Jiang Qifeng, with a complicated look in his eyes.

"No, I won't change partners in my life." Jiang Qifeng said, his eyes became hot, and then he held back tears and asked the doctor: "What's wrong with him?"

The doctor's face was a little dignified. "His head was hit during the car accident, which injured the speech central nervous system and caused motor aphasia."

"What do you mean?" Jiang Qifeng felt uneasy.

"It means that his language ability is impaired, and he will have certain expression barriers, such as speaking slowly, not fluently, and his words are not expressive, etc., but according to my judgment, he should only be mild..."

"Can this be recovered?" The expression on Jiang Qifeng's face changed from worry to anxiety almost instantly.

Crosstalk actors rely on this mouth. Impaired language ability is a fatal injury to them!

Wen Qiyu's body softened, and she collapsed on the pillow behind her, with a little bewilderment in her eyes.

Seeing this, the doctor quickly explained: "Both of you don't need to worry too much. Aphasia can be recovered after treatment and training! The patient is still young, has good physical fitness in the past, and is engaged in language arts work. This is very helpful for rehabilitation. It is very beneficial!"

"Can it be fully recovered?"

"Well, most patients can recover without affecting normal life, but the response will still be slower than before."

Jiang Qifeng was a little anxious: "Can it be completely restored to before the damage?"

The doctor hesitated: "This is uncertain, it depends on the patient's will to cooperate with the rehabilitation training. Of course, given Wen Yun's own conditions, the possibility of this is greater than that of ordinary people."

Jiang Qifeng reluctantly relaxed, and politely said thank you.

"Teacher, brother."

"Don't worry, I will never change partners in my life."

Wen Qiyu's eyes were slightly red, and she reached out to wipe away her tears.

"If, I, can't."

Jiang Qifeng approached and held his hand, and said with a light smile, "No matter what, I won't change it."

-

Wen's father and Wen's mother almost cried with joy when they learned that their son had woken up. At first, they were a little nervous when they heard that they had aphasia, but they felt relieved after hearing what Jiang Qifeng told the doctor.

That afternoon, Zhang Xiuming rushed to the hospital and also heard about Wen Qiyu's aphasia.

Zhang Xiuming didn't speak for a long time in front of the hospital bed, so long that Wen Qiyu who was lying down and Jiang Qifeng who was standing couldn't help feeling uneasy, so he said in a deep voice, "It's good to wake up, it's good to wake up."

On this day, Jiang Qifeng answered a lot of calls.

Xu Zhaolan said that she would wait for them to return to the stage.

Chen Sha said that she helped him postpone all the performances he had originally signed.

Ma Jianyuan said that it would be fine to open the box, and after Wen Qiyu recovered, let them perform a small special in Baiqu Garden.

Jiang Qifeng thanked them one by one, and then told Wen Qiyu one by one with a smile.

"When you recover, let's make up the program that was missed by sealing the box."

In the early spring of February, the breeze is warm.

Wen Qiyu was discharged from the hospital, and Jiang Qifeng finally left the inpatient department where he had been staying for a month.

Before I was discharged from the hospital, the doctor told me to go back to the hospital for treatment regularly, and I usually insist on rehabilitation training.

Jiang Qifeng also joked: "The Guankou in our basic skills can be used again."

Wen Qiyu nodded with a smile, a little expectation hidden in the depths of her eyes.

"You have to speak, actively train your language skills."

"Okay, re, pick up, return, basic, work."

……

When the box was unpacked in March, the backstage of Shuangqi Club added a bright color.

I still remember years ago in the corner of the backstage there was always a boy facing the big gap behind the white wall.

Years later, there was a change of people under the wall, Wen Qiyu and his exclusive partner - Jiang Qifeng.

"I'll accompany you, don't worry."

"The speed of speech can be slower, but pay attention to controlling the rhythm and emotional ups and downs."

Every day when I go backstage, I can hear this voice.

Day after day, tirelessly.

Jiang Hua was often in the other corner of the backstage, watching and listening silently. Now Wen Qiyu had a hundred times more difficulty memorizing this guankou than when he was a beginner. He was sweating profusely, showing embarrassment, but for some reason, he felt a little ashamed in his heart.

When Jiang Qifeng was in the hospital, he said that he would never change partners in his life, and he did what he said.After opening the box for a month, he has almost never been on stage, and he occasionally talked with his two apprentices in groups, and he was very careful, and he would never steal the limelight from the apprentices.

The weather is getting hotter, and some viewers can't hold back their anxiety.

When returning to the show that day, the audience asked again: "When will Mr. Jiang resume the performance?"

The corners of Jiang Qifeng's mouth raised slightly, his eyes were firm.

"Wait for Wen Qiyu to recover."