When love knocks on the door

Floating, the three souls don't know where to go, and the seven souls have no place to live; sinking, the darkness is boundless, and the misty is endless...Suddenly, a burst of piercing pain hit the sleeping soul, and he could no longer float and sink, his eyes Although sour and difficult, I still want to open it with all my strength. The memory before the consciousness is swallowed seems to be blurred into a black and white movie, and various misty voices are alternately swirling in the air around my ears... wow, who the voice calling again?

Many, men, women, old, young—

"Master Chai—"

"Zhuoning—"

"son--"

"grandson--"

As if he had traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers and no longer knew where he was, he responded unconsciously, "Oh..." In the vagueness, he only felt that there seemed to be energy swimming out from his limbs and bones, his head was dizzy, ghosts and ghostly voices It turned into a clear noise, he raised his eyes, trying to receive a gleam of clarity pouring in from the top of his head, his out-of-focus eyes seemed to see a familiar face... He was at a loss—why did the elder brother's face look so panicked?

"Brother?" He seemed to want to smile mischievously as he did when he was a child, but he was so tired, sleepy, and wanted to fall asleep... Tilting his head, Chai Zhuoning fell into a coma again.

"Wake up! Open your eyes and look at mom!" Mu Wanqing's terrified and exasperated voice penetrated into his increasingly blurred consciousness, "Doctor! Son! Son, wake up! Luo Weixin! You'd better pray for my son fine!!"

It took eight full days, and eight days later, Chai Zhuoning realized that he had experienced a thrilling narrow escape in a tsunami that was rare in a century.

From the moment he was admitted to the hospital, he was in a deep coma and had a high fever that never subsided. Even though he was wearing medicine, the fever still did not subside. He did not open his eyes for three consecutive days, but kept uttering a vague raving that seemed to be in Latin.

Mu Wanqing, who was eager to love her son, was frightened to death, and she almost missed Li Mingyuan, the dean of the hospital and her old classmate, and asked him to stay in front of Zhuo Ning's bed 24 hours a day.

On the fourth day, Zhuo Ning barely opened his eyes.

On the fifth day, Zhuo Ning could barely recognize people.

On the sixth day, Zhuo Ning was a little more awake, but he still couldn't get up. He felt that there was no normal place in his body, such as tonsils, throat, upper respiratory tract and bronchus were all swollen and painful. It was very difficult to swallow saliva, and his vocal cords almost lost his voice. , What you want or don’t want, you can only express it by nodding yes and shaking your head no.

On the seventh day, although his consciousness was clearer, he could only rely on infusions to survive because of the lack of water and rice. Therefore, he was so weak that even raising his hand to wipe his sweat was like a slow motion on TV. , It's one second and one second, it's extremely laborious and slow, and it's done panting.

Unable to leave the bed, the range of activities is limited to lying down or sitting up slightly against the bed board. The half-lying time does not exceed 3 minutes, and I have to lie down because the spirit cannot support it. The consciousness is intermittently chaotic, as if the soul has already left the body Ascension, the rest of his skin refused to rot, and he fought in the world for the last time.

On the eighth day, Zhuo Ning woke up early in the morning, and saw Zhuo Di, who came three times a day no matter how busy he was, pushed the door in and stared at the face of his elder brother who had lost a lot of weight. At that moment, Zhuo Ning completely let go of the past.

It may be that he let go of a lot of persistent thoughts in his heart, so his spirit improved, his appetite increased greatly, and he could barely eat some liquid food.

On the night of the eighth day, he suddenly woke up from a dream.

In the middle of the night, the light was dim, and when he turned over, his eyes suddenly opened and his hallucinations condensed. He seemed to see a figure standing at his feet covered with sheets, with a long translucent body and dim eyes. After the blink of an eye, he didn't know whether the phantom disappeared or he fell asleep again. When he woke up early the next morning, he only felt a vague dream.

Still unable to eat and drink as usual, but his spirit has improved a lot. After dinner, his cousin Mu Miaomiao pushed him out for a walk in a wheelchair. My body, which I was familiar with before, seems to have become a strange body after recovering from a serious illness. When I see flowers, plants and trees again, I feel like I have passed away.

In the wheelchair, he tried to stand up several times, but his knees were so weak and his legs were so light that he seemed to have lost his body.

Under the cherry blossom tree, with the evening breeze blowing, the tip of my right finger used to rake my hair. I only remembered it when I failed. Due to the extensive injury of the head surface in the tsunami, the doctor swiped a knife to shave off three thousand troubles when I was admitted to the hospital. I couldn’t help it Slightly laughing, I don't hate the suffering of following the trend, I only hate the tsunami breaking dreams into the present and the past.

It turns out that it has become the present and the past.

After experiencing the greatest illness in my life, my soul has been transferred to another world, and the descendants seem to be enlightened, and my heart is suddenly enlightened. I only feel that if love is always in my heart, it doesn't matter whether I get it or not.

Tomorrow will be discharged from the hospital, Zhuo Ning thought to himself: If he doesn't come tonight, that person will never come again, right?

In the middle of the night, in the deep silence and darkness, a bright moonlight came in from the window, splashing a trace of ripples.

With a creak, someone pushed the door and entered, Chai Zhuoning was awakened, and looked at the shadow standing at the door in confusion, two eyes that seemed to be angry, strange, resentful, caring and hesitant fell on his slightly surprised face. Face.

Luo Weixin stood there for a long time, until Zhuo Ning woke up from the accident, and the surprised look on his face gradually faded, she walked slowly to the bedside, pulled the chair and sat down in front of him.

"Oh, girl, who are you?" He spoke in a relaxed and gentle tone, pulled his right hand out of the white quilt, and raised it towards her, "Come on, let's get to know each other, my name is Chai Zhuoning."

Luo Weixin was taken aback, thinking he was joking, and sighed, "Stop playing." Then she leaned down and held his hand for a long time before she sighed, "Damn Chai Zhuoning, I really hate you." The slightly hoarse voice brings out complex emotions, which have been buried in my heart for many days.

Chai Zhuoning felt sore in his heart, but he said with a smile on his face, "You hate me? Hey, girl, tell me why?"

"Because you are not friends enough, because you are cruel, and because you are selfish." Luo Weixin sighed quietly, paused, and then said slowly, "Although you narrowly escaped death, I will not forgive you... If I forgive you... You, you have to remember—as my friend, it is not so easy to want to die! Also, since you are the only friend, in your lifetime, you can’t die before me, you can’t sneak away, and you can’t let yourself have trouble .”

"Wow, may I ask this lady, since you came to my ward in the middle of the night and said a lot of things I don't understand, then let me ask you, do I... know you?" Chai Zhuoning felt a pain in his chest, looking at the sad Luo Weixin He made up his mind to pretend to be joking and questioned.

Luo Weixin was startled and looked at him uneasily, "You... don't know me?"

"Yes." Chai Zhuoning nodded seriously, with a serious expression on his face, not a joke at all.

Everyone recognizes her, but not her?Luo Weixin's expression was astonished, the circles of her eyes became hot, and tears flowed silently on her face...

"Don't cry." Chai Zhuoning's bright eyes sank, flashed a touch of distressed sadness, and stretched out his hand uncontrollably, warm fingertips caressed her cold cheek, "wow, strange girl, this first When I touched your face once, it turned out to be a handful of tears..."