The south wind also entered my arms

Chapter 173 She Has Abandoned Herself

Time went back to a month ago. At that time, the feeling of summer was not so obvious, especially in Beicheng, which is located in the north. Here, the temperature after the sun went down was even a bit chilly.

In a two-story bungalow far away from the central city, a woman in a white coat slowly came out of the back room and stood under a tree in the yard with a dignified expression, as if she was thinking about something.Just as she was lost in thought, the phone in her pocket rang suddenly, pulling her back from her thoughts.

The woman glanced at the caller ID, no surprise, swipe to answer.

"How is she?" There was a man's clear voice, which was deliberately lowered, as if it was not convenient for him to make this call.

The woman said frankly: "She just had a labor induction operation, and the incision was cut and infected. I have already helped her deal with it. The other injuries on her body are all skin trauma, and there is nothing serious about it. Left and right will be fine."

Before the man could speak, she continued, "The most troublesome thing is the wound on her face. I guess it was cut with glass shards or something. Although it's not very deep, it can't be completely cured by medicine alone." To get rid of the scars, at least you have to go to a plastic surgery hospital for a scar removal operation."

The man was silent for a while, and then asked again: "Is she awake?"

The woman answered this question in a strange way: "You can say you're awake, or you can say you're not awake."

The man frowned: "How?"

"It's hard to say, you can see for yourself."

The woman is an excellent doctor with both medicine and surgery. No matter what the injury is, even if she can't cure it, she can see why. But at this moment, she really doesn't know how to describe the patient lying in her home.From a professional point of view, she gave the man a suggestion: "When you come, bring a psychiatrist or a psychologist, maybe it will be useful."

After hanging up the phone, the woman walked back to the small bungalow, and went to the guest room on the second floor to take a look at the patient. She still maintained the posture she had posed when she finished changing her clothes, without any change.Thinking of her reaction after opening her eyes just now, the woman shook her head slightly, closed the door and left.

……

The door was pushed open again in the early morning of the next day, and the sky was still fully lit. The whole small bungalow was quiet inside and out, and there was a smell of medicine in the house. After someone entered the house, they walked straight towards the bed. .

The window at the head of the bed was not closed tightly, and a gust of wind blew the curtains and blew on the face of the woman on the bed.

He saw that her left hand was sticking out of the quilt, and the five round and full nails were all broken in half, which looked like a few rugged wild mountains in the outer suburbs.

He squatted down beside the bed, silently, his eyes moved from her fingers to her body, she was covered with a thin blanket, so she couldn't see the scars underneath, only she could be sure that she was much thinner than before.Further up is her pale face, her eyebrows and eyes are very well formed, even if she is asleep at the moment, she also has a sickly beauty.

He remembered that when he pulled her into the helicopter that day, her face was dripping with blood, as if she had just crawled back from hell, she fell weakly in his arms, unable to even feel her body temperature.

He slowly held her hand, and the pad of his thumb gently rubbed against her nails, which felt a slight prickly pain. He looked back at her face again, his dark eyes were completely devoid of the usual deepness, all because The extremely gentle lingering light envelops her bit by bit.

"Nanfeng..." He pushed out these two words lightly between his lips and teeth, there was no reason for it, and there was a lingering taste.

The hand moved suddenly, as if feeling something, and the closed eyes slowly opened.

The man immediately looked over, and was about to call her, but found that her eyes had no luster, they were pitch-black, empty and lifeless, and her gaze was fixed on the roof with hopelessness.

Like a puppet without a soul, Nan Feng lay there silently, except for occasionally blinking instinctively, he didn't respond to anything.The man was stunned, and immediately, his nerves tensed into strings, and he was speechless for a while.

This kind of silence lasted for about two or three minutes, and Nanfeng finally made the second movement after waking up. She tilted her head slightly, and cast that emptiness of sight on the man, reflecting him in her pupils. The figure, without any fluctuation, stared at him like this for a long time.

Only then did the man understand what it means to be "wake up, or not wake up", and his brows furrowed fiercely.

"Her reaction is very slow, very slow, but her nerves are not damaged in any way, that is to say, she will become like this now, not because of physical illness, but mentally." A woman's voice came from the door , she leaned against the door and said, "I guess it should be that she has been too much stimulated before, which made her subconsciously resist the world and instinctively start a kind of self-protection."

"She is awake now, but her soul is asleep."

... No wonder she asked him to find a psychiatrist.

The man closed his eyes, exhaled slowly, and immediately got up and walked out.

The woman looked at the back of him leaving for a while, and then looked back at the bed. Nan Feng straightened his head again, with a blank expression on his face.

I thought the man would come back at least in the evening after leaving, but I didn't expect him to come back two hours later.

He also took two psychiatrists and went directly to Nanfeng's room.Nan Feng was awake, and she had kept the same posture and expression for two hours.

Leaving space for the doctor, the man walked into the corridor, there were uneven creases between his brows, and the intertwined emotions turned into ripples silently rippling deep in his eyes.

The woman came over, and the man whispered, "Wen Mu, tell me, will she be okay?"

The eyes of the woman called 'Wen Mu' flickered, and his tone...the eyes were closed again. She looked at the situation in the room behind her. The psychiatrist was helping Nanfeng, but she was sitting on the bed Nanfeng seldom responded, and even the psychiatrist shook his head helplessly.

She considered: "If the body is injured, it will be better sooner or later by taking medicine, but the psychological problem is different. It is an invisible disease. Looking at her now, her will may have been completely crushed and shattered. You should also understand that something like will is like a general’s armor, under which there is flesh and blood, and when the armor is pierced, the invincible general will die.”

"The stronger the person, the thicker the armor, but if one day, the armor is broken, it must be a severe injury that can destroy her whole body."

The fingers on the railing were silently clenched, and the man asked in a deep voice, "What will happen to her if it goes on for a long time?"

Wen Mu smiled without a smile: "What else can I do? Sadness is greater than heartbreak, she has given up on herself."

"I would rather die than live again."

Later, the psychiatrist also said the same thing as Wen Mu. The man closed his eyes to cover the gradually spreading depression, but he opened them again quickly, becoming decisive and decisive: "She will be fine."

She will be fine.

……

Later, the man came to accompany Nanfeng every day.

On the first day, she brought a set of manicure tools, and awkwardly but carefully trimmed her ten fingers into smooth semicircles.

The next day, she brought a book and finished reading "The Old Man and the Sea" by her ear.

On the third day, the wound on her face was a little red, and it should be scarring. He guessed that her wound was itchy, so he gently scraped the skin near the wound with a soft cotton swab.

……

Nearly a week has passed, and the south wind has remained the same.

……

The man also invited Drew, a famous psychologist from country M, to cooperate with Wen Mu and guide Nanfeng step by step out of the cage she built for herself in her heart.

But the treatment effect was not significant, and even Drew felt incredible. He had never met a patient who buried himself so deeply. He carefully asked what Nanfeng had been through, analyzed her psychology, and constantly changed the treatment plan. Even tried hypnosis, but nothing worked.

One month later, Nanfeng not only didn't get better, but even got worse. The specific manifestation was that her waking hours became shorter and shorter. At first, she would open her eyes at five o'clock every day, and gradually, it became six or seven o'clock. , Eight o'clock... Until now, she only wakes up in the afternoon every day.

Her waking hours were shortening, giving the impression that her life was also shortening.

As Wen Mu said, she gave up on herself and wanted to die.

……

One day, Wen Mu made a suggestion with the mentality of trying: "Why don't you change the place? Maybe the environment is different, and she will react differently?"

So that night, the man took Nanfeng to Los Angeles.

The man has his own house in Los Angeles, which is located in the bustling city center. He pushes Nanfeng out for a walk every day in a wheelchair, and tells her the customs and anecdotes there.Nanfeng naturally never responded, and sometimes fell asleep suddenly.

Just like now, the man pushes her for a walk under the tree, while talking about the history of the plaza by the beach. The sunset light in the evening is very soft, penetrating the branches and leaves, forming mottled light and shadows falling on her dark blue On the long skirt, there was sparkling light, like a starry sky enveloping her.

He lowered his head to look at her, only to find that her eyes were closed at some point, and her drooping eyelashes were long and dense.

The man smiled helplessly, and bent down to find a thin blanket from the storage bag behind the wheelchair. Just as he was about to cover her body, he saw a snow-white pigeon resting on her lap.

There is a group of pigeons in the square, which are raised by the administrator. They are not afraid of people. They land on the square every evening. Some children like to chase the pigeons and startle them into the air. This pigeon will only fly when it is chased by people. To Nanfeng.

At this time, another white dove also flew over, fluttering its wings in front of the south wind.

A little girl pointed at Nanfeng, opened her eyes wide, and said in a childlike voice, "Gezi really likes this sister."

The pigeon flying in mid-air also landed on Nan Feng's shoulder. Her skirt was sleeveless, so the place the pigeon stepped on was her skin.

The man frowned slightly, worried that the pigeon's claws would scratch her, so he raised his hand to drive away the pigeon on her shoulder, and then drove away the pigeon on her knee.

When he raised his head, he unexpectedly found that Nanfeng had opened his eyes.

Once she closes her eyes, she usually sleeps until the next day before waking up. This is the first time she wakes up after falling asleep.

He thought it was the pigeon that scratched her, so he squatted down in front of her and asked softly, "Does it hurt?"

Nanfeng didn't answer him, but just lowered his eyes, looking at the knees stopped by the pigeons, without any emotion on his face or eyes.

The man stopped asking, guessing that if it was scratched, it should be the one that landed on her shoulder just now, so he leaned over with one hand on the armrest of the wheelchair, brushed away the long hair on her shoulder, and took a closer look. .

Fortunately, no scars.

Just as he was about to turn around, a woman's voice suddenly sounded in his ear, weak and hoarse: "Who are you?"

It's been more than a month, and she hasn't opened her mouth, when she suddenly heard her voice, the man reflexively turned his head away to look at her, at this moment their faces were very close, each other's breaths were entangled, and he could smell the faint breath of her body. The smell of orange blossom - that is the calming essential oil that Drew ordered for her every day before starting the treatment. After a long time, the fragrance of the flower also stained her body.

After the astonishment passed, the man stretched out his wrinkles, his brows and eyes were so gentle, and a smile melted on his lips.

"My name is Li Nanyan," he took her hand and wrote his name on her palm with his fingertips, "'Nan' from Nanfeng, 'Yan' next to them, Li Nanyan."

Three or five naughty children rushed to the square suddenly, startling the white pigeons all over the ground to spread their wings and take off behind him.

Nanfeng's gaze was fixed on him and he couldn't take it away.

(End of this chapter)