life and joy

After a torrential rain at night, it was foggy the next morning.He Huan put on his coat and hurried into the morning light.

It was still early, and the whole city was still asleep. A black commercial vehicle slowly drove into the cemetery in the west of the city amidst the slight snoring of the whole city of Dai.The fossils of the trees thousands of years ago reflect the bright and cold light, showing the grandeur all the time, if this is not a cemetery.

Not far from walking in is Yao Yu's tombstone, living in the middle of this department as the son of Yao's parents, with a black and white photo of his mother sticking cautiously aside.

He still remembered that he almost had a conflict with that gentle and kind old man in order to fight for this seat. Yao Qi also said that he would help him, and then left with the seriousness of the negotiation.What happened afterwards?It seems that the tough old man bowed his head for the first time in front of his children all his life.

He Huan stood in front of the stele for a long time, quietly, without speaking.The driver sat in the car 200 meters away, watching the blurred figures in the distant fog standing motionless like sculptures.Then the sculpture bent down slowly and solemnly put down the lily in its arms.

He Huan's slender figure was hidden in the long water vapor like a thick fog in a deep mountain.When he left, he took two steps and turned back and said softly, Mom, I am fine, and those people back then were also fine, and they are still living in the world safely.

The person in the black-and-white photo didn't respond, and looked at him blankly with blank eyes. He was no longer bright and bright when he was alive.

The Sri Lankan has passed away, and those who cannot let go and escape are always the living.

Two days later, He Huan went to the hospital for a re-examination. Yao Qi, who firmly insisted that the body should not be sloppy for a re-examination, followed him step by step, with a straight face, to prevent subconsciously from making small moves against someone who was abnormally rejected by the hospital.

Even if He Huan could make the mountain collapse in front of him without changing his face, he couldn't help but roll his eyes at this moment, thinking about which elevator to enter and which corridor to shorten the time in the hospital as much as possible.

"Is there any discomfort when walking around quickly?" the doctor asked.

"No, otherwise I wouldn't agree to the game next week." Yao Qi answered casually standing behind He Huan with his chest folded.

"Do you take medicine on time every day for rehabilitation?" the doctor asked again.

Just as He Huan was about to open his mouth, he heard Yao Qi say again, "I do it on time every day. I not only supervise but also help."

The doctor looked up at him, paused before asking, what course of treatment is this?

Just as Yao Qi was about to open his mouth, the doctor adjusted his glasses and said to him solemnly, Mr., you interrupted my consultation.

Yao Qi paused, and just when He Huan thought he finally realized his mistake and was about to go out or shut up, he suddenly felt the wind behind him.

Someone pulled a chair and sat next to him, fixed his eyes on the doctor's black frame, and said faintly, "Call me the dean."

There is an old saying: Wealth and honor cannot be promiscuous, power cannot be subdued, and poverty cannot be moved.Would a doctor who struggled with death every day in his practice be afraid?

The answer is, yes.He put away the too obvious expression of resistance, and smiled dryly twice, pretending that the big lump next to him didn't exist at all.

Someone hurriedly walked outside the door, knocked on the door twice symbolically, then came in and took away a stack of documents beside the table, saying hello, I took away yesterday's meeting report!The professional habits of medical workers made her act vigorously and decisively, and she didn't even raise her head when she came in.

He Huan slowly relaxed his tense back when people went out, and unconsciously, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his palms.

Yao Qi frowned imperceptibly as he looked at his too straight waist.

At that time, there was only one thought in He Huan's mind: before someone left, before this hospital became his, he would never set foot here again.

He demanded this of himself, his spirit was overly tense under the heavy pressure, and his reaction was half a beat slow, so he failed to notice that the person who had just left turned back at the first time.

Until his hands fell on his shoulders, someone called him, Xiao Huan, I am aunt.Her brows were furrowed, and her tone was so hurtful.

There was no expression on He Huan's soft face, he just turned around, nodded slightly, and said, yes.

Fate pushed him forward, and the person who thought he would never look directly at him in this life did not violently or vomit when they met each other.Then He Huan watched his soul gradually split into two separate individuals.

Unable to control the pain he had suppressed for many years, he tugged at the button on the top of his shirt, put his right leg on his left leg, leaned forward with his upper body, and said mockingly with his eyes, he didn't expect it to be aunt.I haven't seen you for many years, and you are young again. Is it because you have no worries and no worries?

The chief surgeon who has commanded tens of thousands of operations on the field has painful eyes, and whispers: I am the best for you, why do you hate me?

He Huan smiled, stretched out his hand to caress the corner of her eyes, and asked, Aunt, has anyone ever told you that you and his look are always very similar, vicious, pretending to be painful, pretending to be stupid, are you an actor?So seamless?

The two souls were torn apart, one was hysterical and the other was watching coldly, without saying a word.

The dignity of the woman in front of her was torn apart from the moment she recognized him. She was standing next to him helplessly at this moment, and it took her a long time to ask, did her leg hurt?

He Huan paused, stood up and wanted to leave, and before stepping out the door, he turned his head to really meet that concerned face, and said, Auntie, how many years have my parents been divorced, so let's stop contacting.

Yao Qi took the new prescription from the sluggish doctor's hand, turned his head and threw it to the people who followed behind him, cast a threatening look at the two people in the room, and then followed out.

On the way back, both of them were silent, and the driver in the driver's seat broke out in a cold sweat from fright.

In fact, He Huan's expression is not scary, his emotions have been well hidden all the time, if it is not for those who are observant, it is difficult to see the undercurrents from his calm face.On the contrary, Yao Qi kept his face sullen all the way, like a man in distress who was about to kill someone to vent his anger with a prairie above his head.

He Huan, who was originally in a mess and couldn't help but really wanted to go to a professional doctor, turned to look at Yao Qi, who had an inexplicable murderous face, and suddenly felt cute. Then he turned his head and looked at the rapidly reversing scenery outside the car window and laughed silently.

He Huan originally thought that Yao Qi would be alone for a long time, so he was going to have dinner prepared by his aunt.Before going to bed, Yao Qi knocked on the door with a tray full of medicines for external application.

A certain person was obviously still angry, and he was used to talking to himself in front of He Huan. He still didn't say a word, with a gloomy face, "Come and coax me, as the saying goes, husband and wife don't quarrel overnight, don't come to coax me again." I'll just spend the night with this..." expression.

He Huan changed the subject and said, you often go back to the head office recently, are you ready to take over the offer?

Yao Qi poured the potion into his hand, covered He Huan's ankle very naturally, and then squeezed it hard as if venting his anger.

He Huan retreated instinctively, but was undoubtedly pulled back by his ankle.He Huan couldn't help but want to laugh, are people standing on the threshold of thirty so childish?

Yao Qi squatted in front of the bed, and asked him solemnly, do you still not tell me anything?

Time seemed to stand still immediately after his words. After more than ten minutes of blankness, He Huan opened his mouth and said, in fact, there is nothing to say, that is, I escaped from a fire more than ten years ago, and my mother was slightly burned. Nearly consumed by fire, so she hasn't worn a halter for so many years.

Yao Qi didn't seem to hear what he said behind him, and put his hand on the back of He Huan's thigh by gesture, and asked, is the burn more than ten years ago, is this scar?

What he wanted to say was prepared every word, but he didn't expect that Yao Qi's action would make He Huan lose his sense of control.In the past, I only felt that the hands that touched my hair for nothing were very wide, and the temperature was lower than ordinary people. Today, these hands are as hot as a brazier, which makes people uncomfortable.

He Huan frowned and took his leg back, asking, how do you know I have a scar on my leg?

Because of his actions, Yao Qi stood up naturally. Instead of answering He Huan's question, he said that there are many levels of revenge on a person. A beating with a sack covering his head is considered the lightest, and then he was in front of his boss. To speak badly is to blow the wind in the partner's ears, and to go further is to change the other party's way of existence from form to element.I won't stop you from investigating anything, and I wasn't prepared last time, but I won't let you do anything about this kind of thing. If you don't say anything, I'll just go straight to the heaviest layer.

He Huan looked at him with a smile, and said, have you forgotten one thing, if what I want is the other party's ruin, life would be better than death?

Yao Qi looked at him condescendingly, frowning into a small mountain peak between his brows, trying to discern whether the teenage boy in front of him was joking or sincere.

Under such stares, He Huan felt inexplicably relieved, leaned against the wall with his pillow in his arms, and whispered that it was the man who lit the gasoline tank in revenge after the neighbor couple divorced.I was downstairs because of insomnia, and my mother fell asleep in the master bedroom. When the alarm sounded, the door was already sealed by the fire.On the twelfth floor, there is no way to live or die.

Xu Shi talked too much, he paused for a moment, and then said again: After being rescued, it is difficult to distinguish between life and death.The doctor came from downstairs, glanced at the mutilated mother lying on the ground from a distance, and turned around with the first-aid kit to walk towards several people with bruised skin.

After many years, many details have been blurred, and now there is only a rough outline of the things that I have never forgotten.But He Huan remembered that when a group of people were rushing to the hospital in the ambulance, there was a joyful voice in the back seat saying, why didn't anyone die?Otherwise, there are good-looking ones.

Anyone who got in the car and went to the hospital with him was a close relative.He Huan's head exploded with a coax, and the cold sweat that broke out from worrying about his mother was quickly dried by the wind outside the window.He was completely cold from head to toe.

He Huan felt that he was really lucky. Seeing such a vicious side of human nature, his whole heart seemed to have lost water, and it was wrinkled in his chest cavity.

People are naturally forgetful, although He Huan is alienated from others in his heart, but if, if there was no subsequent quarrel, he can forget what happened that night and can be forgiven.

If there is no reluctance of my aunt to step on the operating table, if there is no "relative" to persuade him to tell He Huan Not everyone is so vicious.

These things are intertwined, but if one of them is missing, it will not be connected to the current situation.But coincidence is such a strange collision.

The person with the same blood in his body as He Huan personally went on stage and used his own face to weave a nightmare full of details and emotions, which made him never sleep peacefully for many years.

"I just don't want to have the slightest entanglement with the past. Facing people I know is like facing a difficult task like "cleaning out the toilet". No matter how you think about it, you feel uncomfortable, and there are no exceptions."

He Huan pays attention to his wording, a fierce word is useless, but he will never forget the first aid that raced against time, and he will never forget the look of his own aunt who is an angel in white when they look at each other for a moment.

How come no one died?

It is unlucky to drag someone to death with a cart.

A woman who worked hard and did her duty was told by another woman that her death would only be good for the world.But He Huan couldn't say a word of rebuttal.What went wrong?Shouldn't you resist when experiencing domestic violence?Or should I not be angry?

Should you be sad?With what expression? Should I argue?In what tone?

In our whole life, all relationships can be chosen, but relatives have not been reviewed.

Before that, He Huan had always believed that the reason for his family relationship was the man who gave birth to him. Only then did he realize that when cutting down a tree, he had to uproot it to prevent the spring breeze from blowing out green shoots.

The author has something to say

Looking at the clicks that can be counted on one hand in the latest chapter, I really want to grab the ground with my head.

Is there anyone, am I talking to myself in the air?