Aoba Office

There were people coming and going in the corridor, it was very lively. Compared to shopping malls and shopping streets, this place is no less impressive.

In most areas of the hospital, you can see people with sad faces. Only in the delivery room, where newborns gather, can you see so many smiling faces.

Among all the smiling faces, one with a look of compassion and regret stood out.

The man had typical Western facial features. He has deep eye sockets and a high bridge of nose. His face is somewhat long, with a tuft of beard on his chin. When he met my eyes again, there was a blue light shining in those eyes. But I vaguely saw a hint of scarlet in those eyes.

My heartbeat accelerated by two points, and I instinctively felt that he was the person I was looking for.

But why should I find someone?

I didn't understand.

With a doubtful emotion, I was called out. I turned around, said yes, and then looked back. The strange foreigner had disappeared.

He should be a very conspicuous foreigner, but when I saw him just now, the first thing that struck me was the expression on his face.

I was called into the ward.

The ward was crowded with people. Newborn babies are held in the arms of their mothers. The women all look different, with the same love and joy on their faces. Just like the entire corridor, almost all the people had this expression.

I stared at the kid.

The woman holding the child indicated that I could hold the child.

I was in a hurry and a little at a loss. Hold that child carefully as if you were holding a fragile treasure.

The child is very light. Not quite what I imagined.

I don’t know why, but I always feel that such a child should be heavy.

It should be difficult for me to hold him, and someone should be hugging me from behind, dragging my hand, and holding the child.

This is not what children should look like.

She has a wrinkled, red face and sparse fetal hair on her head, but her facial features should be more beautiful.

She must be a beautiful little girl.

"...I'm going to be an uncle. Set a good example for your nephew."

Someone said next to me.

My heart felt soft, but I subconsciously felt that it shouldn't be like this.

Not a nephew, but a sister. I should have a lovely sister. Instead of being a role model for her, I should protect her.

My consciousness fell into a trance.

It didn't take long for me to realize that the child in my arms had grown up a lot.

His eyes were open, staring at people with his dark eyes, grinning and giggling. I laugh when I see it.

I can't help but laugh and tease him.

But sometimes, when I sleep in a daze, I dream about the foreigner again.

In my confusion, I seemed to see the foreigner standing in the dark night. He stood on the edge of the bed, looking down at the little baby lying on the bed.

As soon as I looked up, his red eyes were staring at me.

"He will not live to be ten years old. Before he is ten years old, he will encounter an accident."

I woke up with a start.

This nightmare started to haunt me.

When I wake up in the morning, the young man in the mirror no longer looks cheerful.

I noticed that those at home were also looking sad.

There is an extra Bodhisattva in the house. The Bodhisattva has kind eyebrows and kind eyes, and his narrowed eyes seem to contain compassion.

But that dream has been haunting me.

That person appeared in the dream every night, staring at the child, and seemed to bend a little more every time he appeared, getting a little closer to the baby.

"Mom, this can't work...what the hell is that thing? Why are you targeting Xiaobao..."

I heard a woman cry. Through the wall, the sighs and cries of the two women could be clearly heard.

"What on earth are you going to do!" I shouted in my dream.

The man bent over, turned his head to look at me, raised the corners of his lips, and actually showed a smile.

The child's cry suddenly woke me up.

I walked out of the room and looked gloomily at the situation in the next room.

The woman who must be my mother was holding the child and spinning around in the room.

"I woke you up. You should go to bed early. It will be fine after a while. You should also be considerate of your brother and sister-in-law. After your sister-in-law gives birth... your brother still has to take care of her." The woman hesitated and sighed. .

I looked at the child who was crying hoarsely, and his soft heart seemed to be tightly grasped.

"I'll do it. Mom, you can sleep for a while." I took the child over, wrapped him in a quilt, let him lie on my shoulder, patted his back, and hummed softly. song.

I walked around the house, and the child's crying gradually became quieter.

I walked to the balcony, glanced casually, and saw the light in the stairwell opposite.

There was a man standing there, staring at me through the window.

He smiled at me and bowed slightly.

My heart almost stopped.

The child has stopped crying.

I put the child back next to the woman, watched them fall asleep, and closed the door.

I turned to look at the window. It's far away, but I can still see the figure in the window opposite.

I grabbed a coat, took the keys, opened the door softly, and rushed out.

It's that person! That thing!

As soon as I ran downstairs, my footsteps stopped.

That person is at the door of the building. The dim light of the street lamp shone on him. There was no one on the ground.

"Hello, Mr. Zhao." He put a hand on his chest, politely, "Do you believe what I said to you?"

"What are you going to do?" I gritted my teeth and felt a little afraid.

"It's just a small deal. I am a businessman, a middleman. I can save your nephew. That is your brother's blood, the blood of your family. You should know that you are just an adopted child... ..." The man had a smile on his face, speaking standard Mandarin in front of a foreigner, and talked eloquently.

My hands and feet felt cold.

Again I felt something was wrong.

adoption?

How could I be adopted?

But I knew in my heart that I was indeed adopted. My biological father and my adoptive father were comrades-in-arms. After my biological father died, my mother remarried and I was left alone. It was my adoptive father who adopted me, took care of me, and treated me like his biological son. My adoptive mother and brother also treated me very well and never regarded me as an adopted child.

My adoptive father died of illness five or six years ago. He didn't even get to see his brother marry and have children. This also became his regret.

"As long as you are willing, I only need your soul to transfer your life span to your nephew. Your nephew can grow up healthy and marry and have children. As for you, you should have lived to ninety. One year old is a long life. If you give it equally to your nephew, he can live to be fifty years old. What do you think?" The man said again, "It's just your soul after death."

His tone sounded like the "just 998" cry from a bad TV commercial.

Despite the tone, I still felt like something wasn't quite right.

Live to be fifty...

Didn't live to be fifty...

Who has not lived to be fifty?

"What the hell are you?" I heard myself ask.

"It doesn't matter who I am. Tomorrow at noon, you will have an accident. Don't worry, you will be fine. You can live to be ninety-one. Someone else died. What a pity, that one You don’t want to make a deal with me." He said, touching his chest with his hand again, lowering his head and taking two steps back.

He exited the aperture of the street lamp, but the surroundings were not completely dark, but his figure suddenly disappeared.

I opened my eyes wide, and it wasn't until the night wind made me feel the slightest chill that I suddenly understood what had just happened.

At noon the next day, while I was absentmindedly eating lunch, the chandelier in the cafeteria crashed down.

My heart was beating fast, but I found that the falling chandelier did not hurt anyone.

There were horrified shouts in the cafeteria.

I stared at the chef being carried out of the kitchen. The chef was covered in blood, and his left hand was completely severed, with only a thin layer of skin attached.

I heard the people around me talking about it, and then I realized that the chef was chopping a big bone just now. The big noise of the chandelier falling down made the chef shake his hand and actually cut it on his wrist.

Blood sprayed all over the kitchen.

Before getting off work, everyone in the work unit heard about the chef's death.

The whole thing was so bizarre.

If the chandelier killed someone, it might have been a man-made accident, but the chef's death was obviously not.

I felt chills running down my back, and my teeth began to tremble involuntarily.