After the white moonlight cuts the black

The rehabilitation garden does not repair the lake, but has planted willows, and the half-dead and half-new willows sweep the dew in the early spring morning.

The willow tree, which has lost the water to rely on, stands out in a graceful posture, like a girl with her neck held high, jumping on tiptoe with her hands and feet into a waterless swan lake.

"Who are you to Mr. Yan Hui?"

The female nurse took Yan Ran's arm and gently placed her on the Chaoyang bench, as if treating fragile porcelain.

After Yan Ran sat down, she refused to let go of the nurse's hand.

This rehabilitation center still uses closed wards, but the number of family visits is determined based on the comprehensive judgment of the patient's recovery status. From the fact that they have been encouraging Yan Hui to visit Yan Ran, it can be known that Yan Ran is actually getting better.

From another perspective, since the patient's admission and discharge must be signed by the guardian who is sent to the hospital.

In order to prevent patients from being abandoned by their families in the end, the rehabilitation center has also increased the frequency of contact with the families of patients in recent years.

For Yan Ran, they were quite at ease.

Except for the repeated season changes, she is usually in good condition.

As a result, the female nurse became a little more worried for no reason. Although it was not her job, Yan Ran really cared about the patients she cared for.

If a mental patient is defined by the standard of assessing babies, Yan Ran is a secure type of attachment, which is also a feeling that nursing workers rarely feel after many years of practice.

If the place where they met was not a rehabilitation center, and the relationship between patients and nurses was not the same, Yan Ran would probably be a good friend to make.

She didn't want Yanran to be abandoned by her family. This is not uncommon in a mental hospital. Even if a patient has social ability and meets the discharge standard, there are often family members who refuse to take him back.

Especially the guardian who was sent to the hospital, his will largely determines whether the patient will stay or not.

She has seen many elderly patients or children with other physical disabilities, and she does not want Yanran to fall into that situation, so her tone of urging phone calls this time is very severe.

"Mr. Yan didn't come today."

The nurse spoke softly to Meng Huaiming, and Yan Ran's gaze spread all over Meng Huaiming. It was obvious that Yang Liu not far away aroused her interest more than him.

Even though she was already "recovering well" according to the doctors, the heavy dose of medication forced her to change.

The lively Yanran in Meng Huaiming's memory was gone.

Meng Huaiming squatted down, even half a head shorter than Yanran, and said to Yanran like communicating with a child: "Hello, Yanran."

Yan Ran's eyes slowly moved to Meng Huaiming's direction. Yan Ran and Yan Hui's siblings actually had many similarities in facial features, and when Yan Ran looked down at him, he became more and more like Yan Hui.

Meng Huaiming felt that his stomach was being pulled hard, and the fine pain rose all the way from the abdominal cavity to the chest cavity.

Yan Ran carefully identified him for a while, then smiled slowly, and nodded: "I know him, where is Huihui?"

Huihui is the title Yanran only had when his younger brother was young.

Meng Huaiming deliberately slowed down his speech, biting down the words clearly, "Hui Hui fell asleep at home."

Yan Ran shook her body lightly, as if slowly swinging on a swing, "Cover him with a quilt, it won't be good when it gets cold."

He also solemnly said to Meng Huaiming: "The joints need to be warmed well, as they will suffer when they get old. You are his boyfriend, so be sure to keep warm."

Meng Huaiming's nasal cavity was sore.

But he was gone.

He wanted to tell Yanran that now he is missing and I am no longer his boyfriend, so I can't find him.

I also failed to find out the history behind those photos full of bloody violence that interpret the cruelest side of sex.

He won't suffer any more. In the past, he probably couldn't even taste bitterness for a long time.

It turns out that the siblings have had the same experience.

The sinisterness from the abyss of human nature, the abuse inflicted at that moment is the superposition of body and mind, and involuntary is not enough to describe its despair and severe pain.

Meng Huaiming wanted to ask Yanran to tell him what happened during that time, but the cause is not so important anymore.

It’s like watching a tragedy from the end. Abandoning the drama halfway is a high probability thing. It has already happened. Going back to the starting point is useless except to make yourself more painful.

"Is Huihui still writing? Help him hide the notebook better, it won't be good if his parents find out."

Yan Ran seemed to be getting happier, and there was a slight crack in her dull expression.

It's just that happiness is too simple, so simple that one can see it at a glance and know that it is not a manifestation of rich thinking.

"Hiding under the bed."

Yan Ran paused, not knowing where to go, "You tell him for me, I'm sorry, my sister didn't mean that, if my sister doesn't want to, don't forget to tell him for me."

"you……"

"Mr. Meng." The nurse felt that something would go wrong if they continued their conversation, and interrupted them forcefully, "It's cloudy, I'll take her back."

Meng Huaiming stood where he was, Yan Hui's words echoed in his ears.

Hide under the bed.

Say sorry to him for me.

"She's recovering well."

Meng Huaiming turned around, but saw a strange face.

At first glance, one would think that this person is a ghost who came out to wander around on a cloudy day, his lips were bloodless, and he looked like he was going to die every minute.

"Excuse me?"

The visitor put his hands in his pockets, "My surname is Qin." After a second pause, "My surname is also Xu."

Dr. Xu, who was said to be completely cold, appeared out of thin air.

If he hadn't heard his irregular breathing, Meng Huaiming would have felt that he had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

Dr. Xu himself only explained that he walked all the way from the psychiatric hospital and the rehabilitation center. God knows why someone would walk in this way.

But this is Yan Hui's first doctor, and his life is more meaningful than his death.

And the doctor, who was trembling even out of breath, didn't talk nonsense, and directly told him to go to the place where Yan Hui lived last.

As soon as he entered the door, he didn't treat himself as an outsider, he went to the bedroom, and raised his hand to tear down the bed.

The person surnamed Xu shook out a loose-leaf book from his bed partner, raised his hand and threw it to Meng Huaiming, clapped his hands to shake off the non-existent dust, his face was even uglier than before, and he was almost worried that he would faint in the next moment.

"Where are the butterflies?"

"what?"

Doctor Xu could tell Meng Huaiming was confused as soon as he heard it, he was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and was about to leave as soon as he took a step, as if someone was urging him to die.

Meng Huaiming stopped him, Dr. Xu took a few steps back, with a dead face, "I still have something to do."

Meng Huaiming insisted not to let go, Dr. Xu clicked on the book in his hand, "The answer is in it."

I didn't want to say a word more, and walked out with my legs up, feeling like a life copy NPC sent by God.

The book in my hand is not light, because it is loose-leaf, the transparent clip is almost full, and the outside is stretched with its own rubber band, like a tightly sealed Pandora's box.

The first page of the loose-leaf is a handwritten line written by Yan Hui: "If I see you again, after many years, how will I greet you?"

Meng Huaiming turned back and found that it was actually Yan Hui's diary.

That sentence on the title page was his own question.

The opening date was actually a year ago, when he first moved to Lilac Street.

"No. 12. The lilac outside the window is blooming. The scent is very weak, but it smells good."

This really doesn't look like Yan Hui's style, but because it's a diary written for himself, there is no need for so much embellishment and logic. Under the short sentence is a leaf-veined bookmark, probably from a lilac leaf in the yard.

"Today's fish soup is so fresh. It is the most successful one in the past few years. We both tasted it and were amazed. Although we knew a long time ago that the white soup should be fried first, but the heat of frying was always poorly controlled before. Hot pot with cold oil, hot pot with cold oil, hot pot with cold oil, important things are said three times.”

"I met Chu Qi. According to Huai Ming's description, Chu Qi is a cool girl. I was a little nervous when I thought of meeting her. But when I saw her today, she is a very cute little girl. She just looks a little lonely... I have to talk to Huai Ming when I have time, children are not raised like this."

"Happy to have finished writing another novel! The outline of the next book is 50.00% in progress! The adapted TV series is so ugly, I want to blow the head of that screenwriter! But thinking about my own job, forget it, bear with it."

The first few pages of the diary are all trifles, although the length is short, but the lightness and relaxation permeate between the lines.

It is impossible for Yan Hui, who has left his hometown, to be free from fear and hesitation, but in his eyes, it seems that most of life is these trivial things, and there are so many small complaints and complaints, but they are happy and ordinary.

This is clearly a journal-style narrative method, but Meng Huaiming seems to be feeling the true power of Yanhui writing for the first time.

He turned a page, and his fingers pinching the paper froze for a moment.

"I seem to have discovered something, or it may be superstitious, knock your head, don't think wildly."

"I'm so sleepy. I stayed up all night and finished writing the outline of the honey pot. Let's take the novel first. My eyes hurt so bad, I almost couldn't take out my contact lenses, and I lost half of them again. I'm so happy."

"Today's fish soup failed, and Huai Ming didn't come home. I'm a little lucky... well, I'm not that lucky. The night view is so beautiful. I promised to bask in the moon together before, so I will send it to the next time."

"After the Honey Pot is finished, this new way of creation is very fresh, and it's okay. Calling him Mr. Meng makes me blush hahaha."

"All the big truths have been deleted. Talk less about truth and more about stories, and there are still many areas to be improved. This time I have benefited a lot. But this time the truth is here."

"If after getting along for a long time, it is inevitable that the shortcomings of both parties will be exposed, and except for the unforgivable vices, those defects from their respective backgrounds and experiences will always be offset one day, then what makes each other able to continue to maintain this relationship? Tolerance, tolerance 、Understanding is a part of the factor, but it is not complete. If love is destined to become a family relationship, it is not that the edges and corners have been polished off by patience, but slowly accepting and blending in the long stream of water."

"Hammered."

"Su Ye, I've seen his drama. The real person is pretty good-looking and has a good brain. If he really likes it, I'll take my head off and kick him like a ball! But..."

A drop of ink smudges, and the nib stays for a long time.

"But he doesn't really like it. Someone is real."

"What can I exchange for the 360 ​​days and nights that were built for five days? I know the truth and the methods. I have multiple choice questions, and it's finally my turn."

"Eyes. I don't believe it. Next time he comes to me I'm going to beat him up."

……

"I want to raise a cat. Ah Ci said that he has found a milk cat and has no time to raise it. He is very free now, but freedom is too relative. I can finally confirm Huai Ming's relationship. It's ridiculous, the drama of red and white roses? It's a pity that the white rose is like the moonlight like water, but later people are not worthy of the hot and bright red."

"Dear man at the window."

"Absurd to the extreme, deep in it."

"Decided."

……

Yan Hui's writing became more and more abstract. Just after he "decided", there was a long time lag. When he was inserting paper into this loose-leaf book again, it was already after they broke up, and Yan Hui began to record units. on trivia.

It is worth noting that only two sentences are worth noting.

"A strange man."

"A terrible actor."

Then it was blank for a long time, but the loose leaf did not stop. Instead, there were a lot of work plans, each of which was marked with remuneration. It can be seen that he was very short of money at that time.

Meng Huaiming speeded up his browsing, and the sudden change that quickly filled his line of sight turned into another font.

Flying dragons and flying phoenixes, written by Dr. Xu.

Meng Huaiming flipped back abruptly, and the last time Yan Hui said before the replacement was: "I can't find my sister's letter...it can't be that she brought someone here, it's impossible. What a crazy two days and one night, eight or ten Who? I met a cat, but I can no longer keep it. Please treat it as a suicide note to anyone who sees this paper. This person will not be taken away, and you can leave it anywhere. Thank you."

Meng Huaiming trembled all over. When Yan Hui's handwriting reappeared, he didn't continue anything, but repeated the famous poem mentioned by Byron on the title page.

"If I see you again, how will I greet you after many years?"