butterfly light sleep deep blue sea

Chapter 25 Now (1)
Song Zihe wanted to rush in, and wanted to ask her why she said she didn't know herself, it couldn't be that she had forgotten, he hadn't forgotten, how could she forget?

But he stopped, just standing at the door, looking at her sideways face on the bed looking at the scenery outside the window, her face is still so small, her eyes are still exaggeratedly big, it seems that there is no change, but indeed, she is no longer It was the little girl Wen Xin'ai from many years ago. She has grown up and has the warm temperament of an adult woman, even though she looks haggard.

Suddenly I became timid, and the urge to rush in just now dissipated. There was only one door between him and her at this time, but in fact, nearly ten years passed, that sweet smiling girl, that girl who would suddenly hug her behind the bicycle The girl at his waist, and the girl who rushed up to kiss her suddenly, now her face was pale, and her eyes were coldly looking out of the window. He couldn't frown and ask her indifferently like ten years ago: Wen Xinai ,what's wrong with you?

What will happen in ten years?What will change?How much strangeness and estrangement will it bring?And what was there between him and her that he must never forget?No, it's just a plain past, just throwing a stone in his heart lake when leaving, and then disappearing, of course she can forget it, just like when she met Yan Xiaoqing on the street a few days ago, she greeted her with a smile, and he, already Can't recognize her anymore.

He was terrified of it, but obviously she didn't know him anymore.

After looking at her like this for a long time, finally, she realized that she turned her head to look at her, but she only glanced at her before turning away, just like passing by inadvertently.

"Wen Xin'ai," he calmed himself down, "I'm Song Zihe, you really don't remember?" He walked in and asked her again without giving up.

She didn't look at him at all, just shook her head, waited, and said, "When can I be discharged from the hospital?"

Really like a stranger, he couldn't help feeling angry, but suppressed it: "We have to wait a few more days, even if you are discharged from the hospital, you still need someone to take care of you. Is there someone to take care of you?"

She lowered her head and said nothing.

The two of them froze there, he looked at her face, her eyes were sparkling, her face was covered with light hair, exuding an extremely gentle breath, and the butterfly on her neck, his eyes moved On it, it seems that the beating of the pulse can be seen, which is the living Wen Xinai, living.

He suddenly felt an indescribable emotion welling up in his chest and choked him in his throat, which caught him off guard. His lips moved, trying to say something, but a nurse ran up behind him.

"Director Song, Police Officer Wang from the police station is here to confirm the identity of the injured in this accident and investigate the person responsible for the accident. I would like to ask you whether the injuries of the current batch of wounded are suitable for recording?"

Song Zihe was still looking at Wen Xin'ai, but unexpectedly saw a trace of panic in her eyes, startled, and said to the nurse, "I'll go over."

There was a bad premonition in my heart, after seeing Wen Xin'ai's panic, she didn't say anything, and turned to leave.

"I don't want to see the police." Wen Xin'ai said suddenly behind her.

He was startled, turned his head, Wen Xin'ai stared at him, pursed his mouth tightly, looking very nervous, the bad premonition grew stronger and finally turned into uneasiness.

Why is she afraid of the police?
He looked at her, Wen Xin'ai's eyes flickered, and finally lowered his head, not looking at him.

"Understood." He said, without asking any questions, and went out.

As the door closed, Wen Xinai covered her mouth with her hand, took a deep breath, and her eyes were wet.

After the police took notes on the minor injuries and left, Song Zihe watched the police car leave, turned around and went to Wen Xinai's ward, why should he be afraid of the police?He wanted to ask clearly.

However, Wen Xinai's ward was empty, the quilts were piled aside, and there was no one on the bed. He panicked suddenly, turned his head to look in the corridor, and saw the passing nurse grabbed him and said, "Where's the patient in the second bed?"

The nurse had never seen Song Zihe look so flustered, and said in a daze, "Nurse Chen took her to the bathroom, what's wrong, Director Song?"

Hearing that it was just going to the toilet, Song Zihe felt relieved again. He waved to the nurse to show that it was all right, and turned back to lean on the door frame of the bed room, staring at the empty bed in a daze.

He was really afraid that Wen Xin'ai would suddenly disappear like that summer many years ago.

That year, he searched all possible places, spent the whole summer but couldn't find her, and he didn't know why he was looking for her so crazy. If he was only worried about a friend, then he could find her in a few days. You can give up, but Wen Xin'ai is different. It seems that if you can't find her, you can't sleep at night. It seems that her disappearance has wiped out all his memories of high school, because those memories are full of her. What's left?
"Director Song, you are here." Someone called his name, he came back to his senses, raised his head, saw Nurse Chen pushing Wen Xinai in the wheelchair, and greeted him with a smile.

Wen Xin'ai had no expression on her face, she looked down at her hands.

"Let me come, just in time to help her do another checkup, you go on your own." He walked up and took the wheelchair with his hand.

"But that's Dr. Shen's patient." Nurse Chen was a little puzzled. Seeing Song Zihe push Wen Xinai to the side of the hospital bed, and then reached out to hug Wen Xinai and gently put her on the hospital bed, she couldn't help opening her mouth. What's the situation?

Wen Xinai tried to struggle, but the wound was affected, so she had to give up.

Song Zihe closed the door to prevent the nurse from looking here curiously. He found a stool and sat down beside the bed. He saw that Wen Xin'ai's hand was swollen and faintly purple with the drip on.

"The police have left," he said.

Wen Xinai on the bed didn't make a sound, but she was obviously relieved.

"You just said you wanted to go to the bathroom, but you actually wanted to hide? Why are you afraid of seeing the police?" He immediately asked again.

Wen Xin'ai remained silent.

"Wen Xin'ai?" He couldn't stand the silence, so he called out in a low voice. The former Wen Xin'ai was shy and cute, smiling at him like a little flower, softly calling Song Zi And, but now, it's as cold as ice, if it weren't for that face, the tattoo on the neck, she said she didn't know him, he would really believe that it was a stranger.

"I want to rest for a while." Wen Xin'ai ignored his anger, closed her eyes and said, rejecting people thousands of miles away with just one sentence.

He has never been so low-keyed to want someone to remember him, and even to attract her attention. At this moment, he was completely rejected, his self-esteem took the lead, and his plan to make a good talk was completely dispelled. The deep unwillingness is really more indifferent than strangers, but there is nothing to do about it.

He finally left the ward in despair, but did not leave immediately. Instead, he leaned against the door and stared at the corridor in a daze. It was not until the phone in his coat pocket vibrated that he came back to his senses, took it out, and glanced at it. Mother is calling.

"Zihe, are you working? Is it convenient for you to talk?" Mother asked from the other side.

"It's okay, Mom, just tell me."

"Auntie Huang next door told you about a nice girl who works in finance in a foreign company. She is a year younger than you. I heard that she has a good family background. Would you like to meet her?"

It's a blind date again. In recent years, there have been more calls like this.

"Maybe I don't have time, so I'm gone, Mom, thank you, Aunt Huang, for helping me." He refused without thinking.

"No, Zihe, don't try to persuade me that you don't have time, how busy the doctor is, you are almost thirty, and you don't have a girlfriend now, don't worry, your father and I will be in a hurry , anyway, you need to meet." Mother obviously refused to compromise.

Song Zihe frowned, turned around, and subconsciously looked at Wen Xin'ai in the bed room through the small glass window on the door. In recent times, his mother did not let him go so easily, and he was forced to meet several times. This girl, it seems, can't escape this time.

"Then make an appointment to contact me again." He hesitated for a while, he didn't want to spend more time with his mother on meeting or not seeing, anyway, he could refuse in the end because it was inappropriate.

His mother finally hung up the phone, and he stuffed the phone back into his pocket a little discouraged. In fact, his mother was right. No matter whether he got married or not, at his age, he should have a girlfriend. Shen Yingwen's daughter is already one year old. Even in private, some people even said that he likes men.

Thinking of this, he looked at Wen Xinai from the glass of the door again, his eyes were fixed on her face, and he did not leave for a long time.

I had a meal with the girl introduced by Aunt Huang. During the meal, he hardly spoke much. The girl seemed to realize that he was a quiet person and kept looking for topics to chat with him. He was just indifferent. Answer, yes or no, and occasionally say a few longer words, the girl gradually loses the topic, and the two of them are silent.

It was clearly a busy hotel lobby with people coming and going, but the room between the two was extremely deserted.

"It's almost time, let's sell the bill." Seeing that it was almost time, Song Zihe finally said.

When he turned his head to call the waiter, he saw three people coming out of the elevator. A tall man in a leather jacket walked in front, and the other two followed. He didn't care at first, but when he saw the face of the man in the lead He only felt familiar, and frowned slightly, thinking subconsciously.

"Do you know them?" The girl also saw those three people. The presence of the three people was too strong, especially the leader, who was over 1.8 meters tall, dressed in a black slim-fitting suit, and his hair was cut very short, making his face look uncomfortable. The silhouette is strong and handsome, and the eyes are black and shiny, but like cold stars, there is a coldness that makes people dare not touch them, and the aura of the whole body makes people feel shuddering.

Song Zihe shook his head, "I don't know."

He lowered his head, took out the card and put it on the table, thinking of the vicious young man many years ago, shouldn't it be him?

"I'm sorry, our box has to be booked in advance, and it's full now, sir, that table has already been paid for, just see if that table is okay, and the seat by the window is also very quiet."

"Full? When they are full, they will be kicked out. Our boss doesn't like that broken position."

"This, I'm afraid...inappropriate."

"What's inappropriate, call your boss for me."

Because there is no private room, a fat man among the three is fighting with the waiter.

"Why are those people so vicious, like an underworld." The girl looked at those people and said.

Song Zihe didn't answer, but looked there.

"Fatty, don't be so shy," the leading man finally said, his slender eyes swept over the fat man, who immediately shrank back, "Just take that seat." He said to the waiter again.

The waiter was relieved, wiped his sweat and ran to Song Zihe's table: "It's 190 in total. Sir, you saw it too. Those three people are not easy to mess with. I'll give you a [-]% discount. Come with me to the front desk to pay the bill." , this table needs to be vacated immediately.” Usually, the service staff takes the money to the front desk, and the customer waits at the seat until they get the invoice and change before leaving, but obviously they can’t even wait for this time.

Song Zihe didn't want to embarrass him, so he nodded and stood up.

Being led by the waiter to the front desk, Song Zihe subconsciously glanced at the man when he passed by those three people. Consciously feeling chills in his heart, Song Zihe frowned slightly and hurried past.

"Song Zihe," he was suddenly stopped, he stopped reflexively, turned around, it was the man with his hands in his pockets, and said to Song Zihe, "Long time no see."

After seeing off his blind date partner, Song Zihe went home alone. After work, he moved out alone, not far from the hospital.

Sure enough, it was that young man, who was still replaying his half-smiling face just now in his mind. If his ferocity more than ten years ago was just a superficial bluff, then the ferocity now comes from the bottom of his bones. And he, He actually called out his own name accurately.

For some reason, he thought of Wen Xin'ai, who also suddenly disappeared, but at the same time Wen Xin'ai appeared, he also appeared?Are the two still in touch?
He was faintly uneasy, and subconsciously didn't want any connection between the two of them, because the young man back then had become scary at this time, if Wen Xin'ai really had a connection with him, then...

He thought of Wen Xin'ai's frightened eyes when the police came to the hospital to take notes that day.

At the same time, the steering wheel turned sharply, left the road home, and went directly to the hospital.

Wearing a thin hospital gown, Wen Xin's family struggled to reach out to grab the water glass on the bedside table. She was thirsty, but she didn't want to bother the nurse on duty because she wanted to take a sip of water.

The water glass couldn't hold it steady, it shook a few times, and when it was about to fall, someone grabbed it, picked it up, and handed it to her.

"You can call a nurse." Song Zihe looked at her in surprise, and felt that the water in the glass was cold. "I'll help you pour hot water." He said, picked up the hot water bottle beside the bed, put the glass Poured out the cold water in the cup, poured another cup of hot water, and handed it to Wen Xin'ai.

Wen Xinai took it silently, brought it to her mouth and found that the water was actually very hot, so she put it down again.

"The police will come again tomorrow to continue the investigation from last time." Song Zihe looked at her and said, seeing Wen Xin'ai's panicked eyes.

"I don't want to see the police." She hesitated, but said.

"Is there a reason?"

Wen Xin'ai's eyes flickered, she grabbed the cup and bit her lip, but didn't answer.

"Is it related to this collapse, or did you do something to make you afraid of the police?" he asked.

Wen Xinai didn't speak, she seemed to have forgotten that the water in the glass was very hot, and she took a sip of the still hot water, and suddenly, because of being scalded, a burst of water came into her eyes: "See you then," she seemed to gag. After making up his mind, he said, "It doesn't matter if you see it."

Song Zihe closed his eyes, so Wen Xin'ai is so stubborn?He took a deep breath, grabbed Wen Xin'ai's second sip of water and said, "I lied to you, the police won't come."

Wen Xinai's lips were blushed from the heat, and the layer of water stains on it gave off a seductive luster. She looked at Song Zihe with watery eyes, as if something lit up the moment she looked at him, but quickly dimmed.

"I'm going to sleep." She said, and slowly lay down on the bed, then turned her head to the other side.

The surroundings seemed to be dimmed because of her refusal, and Song Zihe suddenly felt a little ridiculous.

Why on earth did he come here, just because he met that person, and then connected him with Wen Xinai in a wild way, maybe it didn't matter at all, even if it was related, so what?The person on the bed blindly doesn't know himself, blindly indifferent, what is he obsessed with?

"Go to sleep. In a few days, I'll ask someone to pay you back the 1 yuan you left me that year." His tone became cold and he left the ward.

He didn't go to see her anymore, there was nothing to be persistent about, since she said she no longer knew herself.

He was a little angry, but he didn't know what he was angry about.

He asked the nurse to send over the card with 1 yuan in it, and the nurse brought it back to him, so he didn't ask anyone to send it. Occasionally, he would stand on the opposite floor and look at the ward, but he couldn't see it. She was cute, but he stared blankly like this for a long time, until the nurse called him, he thought, maybe that's it, one day she recovered from the injury, and they separated, maybe they would never see each other again.

In fact, this is normal, like meeting a friend you don't know very well, saying hello coldly, and leaving coldly, and what is he struggling with?

After work, I went to drink with a few colleagues. In fact, doctors, especially surgeons who operate frequently, are more taboo to drink alcohol, because too much alcohol will make their hands tremble unconsciously, but it is not impossible to drink alcohol. It is also common to order a few bottles of beer and chat with a few people.

It was still the same bar I often went to, where a few people casually chatted about the recent successful surgeries and some new surgeries in the academic world. Song Zihe was always the one who talked the least, and usually just listened.

After the chat, it was all their own troubles, so someone asked Song Zihe why he didn't have a girlfriend, why didn't he get married?It seems to imply to him: You are not all smooth sailing, you also have troubles.

Song Zihe looked at the foam rising from the bottle, and he still replied: "If you don't want to hand it over, you won't hand it over."

(End of this chapter)