Not as Dusty [Rebirth]

In the evening, Chen Aicai woke up slowly, and when he woke up, he looked dumb, staring straight at the snow-white ceiling of the hospital, and Zheng Xing, who was watching him wake up very happy, did not enter his eyes at all.

Seeing him wake up, Zheng Xing yelled to ring the bell to call for the nurse, and leaned over, calling out cautiously and softly:

"Chen Ai, how do you feel?"

Chen Ai didn't react at all. He felt that the whole world was fake, so should he treat it with heart?What's more, this Zheng Xing was also imagined by him. It was precisely because he was afraid of this domineering cousin in the past, so in his dream, this cousin is now so close to him.

Zheng Xing saw that Chen Ai didn't react at all, fearing that he would be stupid, so he waved his hand tentatively in front of him. Chen Ai didn't even blink, and it took a long time before he blinked his eyelashes slowly, still feeling stressed. The sexual one is even more frightening.The nurse had already come in, and checked Chen Ai's appearance familiarly. Zheng Xing asked her worriedly:

"Nurse, why doesn't he respond at all?"

The nurse raised Chen Ai's eyelids with a small lamp and looked, and saw that his pupils shrank and his eyes were turning because of the glare of the light, and checked other things, and found that Chen Ai had an automatic reaction, so he comforted him. explain:

"He's fine, maybe he's too tired to react, and he'll be fine in a while."

Only then did Zheng Xing feel relieved, and called Shao Shuyun again, turned around and went through other procedures, and waited for Chen Ai to wake up and take him home. Without replacement.

Chen Ai didn't want to move.He wanted to wake up, very much.So what if he's doing well in this fantasy?So what if I can go to high school here?A fake is a fake, and nothing can comfort him.He would rather wake up, wake up in the heavy rain, momo's wet bench, wait for the rain to stop and the sun come out, stagger out of Xia Jiarong's villa area, and then do whatever he wants.

It is meaningless to indulge in falsehood like this.

Zheng Xing was still worried, he stared at Chen Ai for a long time, and finally watched him sit up slowly, and there was some light in his eyes, not as scary as before.Zheng Xing has seen an old man with dementia before, just sitting on a chair, not knowing anything, there is no difference between being alive and dead - he is afraid that Chen Ai will be like that, so he hurried to support Chen Ai, treating him as a Treat as high-risk patients.

Chen Ai didn't speak, didn't respond, and ignored Zheng Xing, but he stood up anyway, put on his shoes and walked out, Zheng Xing hurriedly followed Chen Ai, thinking that maybe this little cousin was killed by his own He fainted and frightened, and he was still fainting, so he told him the doctor's judgment, and more or less complained, telling him not to work so hard, the good foundation of youth is not ruined by others.

Back at Shao Shuyun's house, Shao Shuyun had already cooked the millet porridge and cooked the meal.Millet porridge is made of pure yellow rice. It has been boiled in a pressure cooker for half a day to produce a thick layer of rice oil. You don't need to swallow a spoonful of it, it just slides into your stomach naturally.Shao Shuyun also fried a plate of Gaoshanwa. This kind of miniature Chinese cabbage tastes more delicate and tender than ordinary Chinese cabbage. It tastes very easy to swallow, and it is crisp and chewy when eaten with millet porridge.

Shao Shuyun also took pains to prepare this patient meal for Chen Ai alone, but Chen Ai has not said a word since entering the door, nor looked at her, nor spoke, which made her displeased, at least say thank you, she I also feel good in my heart!But Shao Shuyun looked at Chen Ai's pale and lifeless face again, and he couldn't care less, thinking that Chen Ai was seriously ill, so he waited for him to finish eating, and pushed him to bed to have a good rest.

Chen Ai then felt that he had just got off the sick bed, and then lay down in another place, he still had such a stiff and lifeless expression.

At that moment, when he fainted and woke up again, feeling that the whole world was fake, he really wanted to lie there and not move.Anyway, it's all fake, but you still act as a person, what's the point of deceiving yourself?Just wait there and wait for this imaginary world to stop, and wait for him to feel the rain on his face?

At that time, Chen Ai really thought so.

But Chen Ai ordered himself to wake up quickly, and wondered if he could return to reality if he tried suicide, but his father's face and his body that finally fell on the ground flashed in his mind, and he didn't want to try again. Sex abhors suicide, whether it is here or not.Then it will be impossible to return to the real world for a while, but doing nothing like this is not a problem. What's more, Chen Ai is not reconciled.

Although he thought it was a dream, he also knew that his heart had been raised by this dream. He was unwilling to be in the place where he had expected so much, just pretending to be dead and waiting, so he got up. Follow Zheng Xing and eat as usual, even if he thinks that whether he eats the meal or not has nothing to do with whether he is hungry or not, and the dishes may be thought up by himself, maybe it is because he subconsciously misses the millet porridge and the mountain What about baby. baby dish?

Chen Ai still remembers this Gaoshan baby. Wa Cai.In the past, when this thing first came into being, three pieces were wrapped together and sold on the supermarket shelf. His mother took him to buy vegetables. Chen Ai was very curious about this familiar but delicate thing. I put it down again, and turned around to coax him, saying that I bought a Chinese cabbage and peeled it layer by layer, leaving only the heart of the cabbage inside, and the taste was the same. It made him feel very delicious.

Chen Ai opened his eyes suddenly, and got up from the bed, because he was afraid that Zheng Xing and the others would see him sleeping dishonestly from outside the window and instead turn on the light, and that false characters would come to provoke him, so they discredited him and got off the bed.His curtains only have a thin layer of cloth, which does not block the light. In this darkness, he can still see the two side-by-side desks in his room and the textbooks on the top and bottom. In the dim light, I could barely recognize the title of the book, moaning, and just squatted down and cried.

The tears flowed quietly, because I haven't cried for a long time, and I didn't understand until the tears dripped down my neck.How does this feel so realistic?No wonder those mental patients are so addicted to their own world and refuse to come out.

Thinking it was fake anyway, Chen Ai didn't even wipe it off, letting the tears evaporate naturally in this hot day.He sat down on his desk again. The book on it was only half read during the day, and there was a pen in it as a bookmark.Even though he couldn't read the text on the inside of the book clearly at night like this, Chen Ai still stared at it, as if he could see it, so he looked bewildered.

Not reconciled, not reconciled.Even if it was a dream that could wake up at any time, even if it was a fantasy he wove for himself, he was not willing to do nothing here and repeat the past.

Then live well, even if it's fake, think about it better, and if you can still be sober, you can also talk about it.

The next day, Zheng Xing quietly pushed open Chen Ai's door, and saw Chen Ai half lying on the bed reading a book with an energetic face.Although he seemed to have recovered, Zheng Xing was also very angry when he saw that Chen Ai's face was not as good-looking as usual. He clearly told him to rest well yesterday and stop worrying about studying. Do not listen?

Zheng Xing then ran over and confiscated the book, turned it to the front and was stunned for a moment, it turned out that it was the comic "Father and Son" they had read together when they were young, and suddenly remembered the past playfulness, so the anger dissipated After a while, he still blamed him and said:

"Chen Ai, didn't I tell you to stop reading? Even this kind of thing is not enough. The doctor said that you are completely tired and sick. With you like this, how can I rest assured that you can go to a more stressful high school?"

"I'm fine, it was just an accident yesterday."

Chen Ai knew well that his fainting was not caused by overwork and mental exhaustion as the doctor said, but simply because he couldn't accept the fact for a while and became dizzy, but he couldn't tell the truth to Zheng Xing, and he felt that Zheng Xing was If my imagination is beautified like this, then Zheng Xing must really care about him, so he sat up and said:

"I have a little low blood pressure, and I didn't take it seriously before. Maybe it was because of this that I fainted yesterday."

Zheng Xing was dubious, thinking if it was true, why didn't the doctor find out yesterday?No, it seems that the blood pressure measured when a person faints is inaccurate. After Chen Ai woke up, he didn’t do that, so he ran to his parents’ room, took the electronic manometer, and pressed Chen Ai to the On the bed, I started to measure his blood pressure, and after a while, the result came out, the high pressure was 90, and the low pressure was 50.

"It's really low blood pressure! You know it yourself, why don't you come out and pay attention to it yourself? It makes me worry."

Chen Ai just made a fool of it with a haha, Zheng Xing has always been simple-minded and easy to coax.

Chen Ai is really a bit hypotensive, and his pulse is also low. The electronic manometer can also measure the pulse, and the measured number is similar to the one measured in his previous life. The pulse is 46. He thinks it is due to a good body. After all, even though it belongs to the category of hypotension in medicine, no matter how poorly he eats and how much work he does, he never feels dizzy or dizzy.

In terms of hypotension, Chen Ai followed his father. His father once said that Grandpa Chen Ai was also like this, and it was inherited.As for the pulse, his father told him a true story before. He said that he went for a physical examination when he was young. The doctor saw his low pulse and his streamlined muscles, so he asked his father if he was an athlete, and his father said Yes, the doctor said, no wonder, the athletes are in good health and their pulses are low.