execution boy

"Who are you?" Xiaodao looked up at me in a wheelchair, with confusion in his eyes.

"Hello, I'm your doctor, my name is Zhao Yi." I raised my hand to greet him.

"Oh, doctor, hello." Xiaodao smiled sweetly, and stretched out a hand to me, and I hurried forward to hold it.

This repeated greeting, just like meeting for the first time, has lasted for half a month.

My identity is different every day, from brother to nurse to friend to doctor.

Dr. Liu said that it is best to let him have a fresh sense of life, and don't remind him repeatedly that he is a person who has lost his memory, otherwise he will always think about how he lost his memory, which will make him very painful.

And the next day, he would greet the world again.Since he is destined to start over, why make him suffer?

"What's your name?" Knife asked.

"My name is Zhao Yi."

Xiaodao seemed to be thinking about the familiarity of this name, and I stood there in a daze. I waved my hand: "It's the first time we meet, what's your name?"

Xiaodao thought for a long time, and finally shook his head with a smile: "I forgot."

I squatted down: "It's okay, I always forget things, every time I go out, I leave things at home, I always remind myself but I always forget, not to mention you are sick, you will be fine after a while."

Xiaodao nodded lightly: "Zhao Yi, you are so kind."

I said: "Let's go to the park downstairs. It's late autumn now, and the golden leaves are very beautiful. They are scattered all over the ground. Let's pick up the leaves and play."

Xiaodao was a little excited, then frowned and looked at his legs: "But, my legs..."

I quickly said: "It's okay, I will take you there, which leaf you choose, I will pick it for you."

Knife nodded with a smile.

I took a blanket from the bedroom and put it over his lap and pushed him downstairs.

The park downstairs is very quiet. It is past one o'clock in the afternoon. Most people are at work or taking a nap, and they rarely come to the park for a walk.

I looked at Xiaodao's excited face, and the corners of my mouth couldn't stop rising.

I parked the wheelchair under two sumac trees, the fiery red leaves against the blue sky, Xiaodao took a deep breath: "It's so good, the air is so good, and the leaves are beautiful."

I ran in front of him and shook the tree vigorously, and all of a sudden the leaves fell down one after another, and the white hand of the knife stretched out one after another, which was very enjoyable.

I saw that he was shaking the tree even more vigorously, thinking that he must not let the administrator see him at this time, otherwise he would be fined 200 yuan.

But seeing the way Xiaodao raised his face to meet Ye Zi, I felt that let alone 200 yuan, I also accepted 2000 yuan.

Just as we were playing wildly like children, someone called me from behind: "Zhao Yi."

I turned around and saw Zhao Cheng and the old man next to Zhao Cheng.

My Father.

I haven't seen my dad for a long time. I know he has gradually recovered from the trauma and found a job over the years, but every time he sees me, he doesn't like to talk to me. I know he doesn't agree with my approach.

He's always been hostile to knives, just like I was, even though we both know it's not a kid's fault.

My dad glanced at me first, then turned around to look at the knife, and stood there in a daze.

Zhao Cheng hadn't seen Xiao Dao for a long time, Zhao Cheng walked slowly to Xiao Dao, knelt down and looked up at him.

"Xiaodao, do you remember big brother?"

Knife played with the leaves in his hand, looked up at Zhao Cheng, and shook his head apologetically.

"Do you remember that we set off fireworks together? Me, you and Zhao Yi, the three of us."

Xiaodao shook his head again, and continued to count his leaves.

Zhao Cheng looked at the leaves in his hand and said, "What are you playing with?"

Xiaodao said excitedly: "I'm looking for neat leaves, and I'll make bookmarks when I go back, so that I can endorse books faster."

I was taken aback.

Zhao Cheng asked: "What book do you memorize?"

Xiaodao said: "Auntie Hu said, "The Li Weng Conversation of Rhyme", if I can memorize all of them, I can be promoted to the fourth grade of elementary school."

Zhao Cheng paused, and his father, who was standing not far away, looked up at the knife in an instant.

"Do you remember Aunt Hu?" Zhao Cheng asked cautiously.

Xiaodao nodded: "Remember, she is an aunt who treats me very well."

Zhao Cheng asked: "Then how much can you recite?"

Xiaodao shook his head: "I can't remember a lot... I'm sick, so I'm sure I can't memorize it as well as others, but I have these bookmarks, and I will mark wherever I recite them in the future, and I will finish them."

Xiaodao happily counted the leaves he had carefully selected.

Father strode over and squatted in front of him: "Xiaodao, uncle will teach you, okay?"

I have been looking forward to such a picture for a long time, but now, I can't bear to turn my head.

Hearing his father's choked voice, he said: "Sky is against the earth, rain is against the wind. The continent is against the sky. Mountain flowers are against the trees in the sea, and the red sun is against the sky. Thunder is faint and foggy. The sun is against the sky. The wind The high autumn moon is white, the rainy sunset is red..."

Back home, Xiaodao was sorting the red leaves by the desk, and there was no movement after sorting for a while.

I walked over and saw that he was asleep.

I picked him up and walked into the bedroom.

I slept in a room with him these days, and I was always afraid that he would wake up every morning and be alone when he realized that he couldn't remember anything.

I carefully covered him with the quilt, and then stood by his side to see how he was sleeping peacefully, and fell into a deep sleep myself.

When I woke up, I found that there was no one beside the pillow, and there was not even a trace of warmth.

I immediately sat up and searched around, only to find him sitting curled up on the bedroom floor, staring at me blankly.

I quickly got up and squatted in front of him: "What's wrong with you? It's cold on the ground, I'll pick it up."

Xiaodao shook his head, still looking at me without blinking.

I knew that the things I had to repeat every day had started again, so I slowly said to him: "Don't be afraid, Xiaodao, you are sick, that's why you can't remember anything, and you will get better."

I thought about it, and a small thought popped up in my heart. I pursed my lips and said shamelessly: "I am your boyfriend, and my name is..."

Xiaodao didn't wait for me to finish, and called me: "Zhao Yi."

The voice is clear.

I was startled, and asked in a daze, "Small knife?"

With tears in Xiaodao's eyes, he repeated over and over again: "Zhao Yi, Zhao Yi..." His voice was small, as if these few words exhausted all his strength.

The current Xiaodao has been tortured by the pain at this moment, he has lost a few ounces of flesh, and the skin on a bone frame looks haggard, but I met his eyes, and I knew it with just one look, he remembered all.

Yes, he remembered it all, he was wide awake.

He leaned forward and leaned on my arms, weeping uncontrollably.

I patted him on the back: "I am, I am..."

It was only when I spoke that I realized I was choked up to a hoarse voice.

I was afraid that his situation would only exist for a moment, so I pulled his body hard and looked at him.

"Xiaodao, remember, I never blamed you, never, I have been waiting for you, always..."

He suddenly raised his withered hand, held my face tightly, and kissed my lips forcefully.

I was taken aback for a moment, then hugged him hard, and kissed him desperately.

As if wanting to crush him.

At this moment, the sky, the earth, and the sky of all things have become extremely small to me. In my eyes and in my heart, I can only accommodate him alone.

He sobbed and pressed his forehead against mine: "Zhao Yi, I seem to have had a very long dream."

"I know."

"My dreams are all about you."

"I know."

He smiled wryly, then closed his eyes and panted slightly. He was too hard just now and needed to rest.

After a while, I heard him say weakly: "Actually, I was quite happy in my dream, because you never left."

I held him in my arms: "I will not leave you, not now, nor in the future."

He rubbed against my neck with his velvet hair, and said in a low voice, "But Zhao Yi, I don't think I can last long."

I was taken aback.

Xiaodao said in my arms: "My body has no feeling. Just now I used all my strength to turn over and get out of bed. After using it for a long time, my body seems not to listen to my brain, except that my thinking is still clear. ...but I know what it is."

"Back to the light, isn't it?" Knife whispered in my arms.

I hugged his body tightly and kissed his hair.

Xiaodao raised his face vigorously: "Take me to my former home, okay?"

I nodded vigorously: "Okay, let's go home."

It was almost midnight when we arrived at the old house, and I pushed him into the house.

Xiaodao was very excited, pointing to the room inside: "This is my room, this is yours, this is big brother's..."

I laughed: "You never liked the decoration of your room when you were a child. You said that my mother arranged your room like a girl's boudoir, and she wanted to change it with me. I just didn't agree."

I thought for a while and said, "You are also stupid, how could I agree to such a girl's room?"

Xiaodao looked up at me: "I just think my room has sunlight, but yours doesn't, so I want to change it with you."

I was taken aback and rubbed his head: "Little guy."

He touched the dusty furniture and said, "You know what, you yelled at me that day, I went back to the United States, but I didn't have the heart to find my father."

I was taken aback.

Xiaodao said: "That day my knife was about to commit suicide, because I didn't want to live anymore."

I was suffocated.