conspirator's love

In the dark night, there is not a single star.

The inpatient department of the hospital opened up a patio on the fifth floor and turned it into a small park in the ward.

Although the sparrows are small, the cobbled path is shaded by green trees, with a few scattered stone benches dotted among them, and the pomegranate tree in the corner is covered with red buds.

Because smoking is not allowed in the ward, since Mo Jiaxin discovered this treasure land, she often ran out to sit on the stone bench under the pomegranate tree and smoke. A disgusted look.

At this time, she could only pinch the cigarette and inhale the fading smell of smoke in the air to comfort herself.

Fortunately, it was late at night, and there was no one around. She lay on the stone bench, took a long breath, and looked at the moon hiding under the thick clouds. When the wind moved, the moon would occasionally reveal half of her face. Occasionally it only gives a bright edge to the gray clouds.

Come to think of it, she hasn't looked at the moon so leisurely for a long time.

Wang Zhe's surgery was finally finished today.She went home yesterday and packed some things, and she started to accompany the bed today.Although she is a woman, she is not as useful as a man, and everyone said that it would be good to let her hire a nurse, so she doesn't need to accompany her personally.

But before the operation, Wang Zhe held her hand in fear and asked, "Sister, will I be paralyzed? If I am paralyzed, will you care about me?"

Mo Jiaxin just clenched his hand tightly and said nothing.She didn't know what to say, or how to describe her heart-wrenching feeling.

She used to think that this brother was just a passing guest, and she just greeted him, helped him when he needed it, and it was enough to be worthy of her father in this respect.

But that day, when she saw Wang Zhe jumping off the bridge, her heart was pulled out of her throat, it hurt so badly, she felt that her heart was empty, and there was nothing but fear.

At that time, she remembered that when she was in college, she wished to break every minute into 8 minutes, especially during the time when she was rushing to graduate thesis, she didn't know whether she was thirsty or hungry every day.

One day, when the library was closed, she found out when she went out that it was raining heavily outside. She pulled up the hood of her coat and put it on her head, wanting to rush into the rain.

As soon as she ran down the stairs of the library, a big umbrella appeared above her head. Mo Jiaxin looked back, and under the streetlight, Wang Zhe looked at her with two big eyes flickering, grinning and showing a mouthful of white teeth. At the corner of his mouth is a soft stubble that just popped out, and his slightly immature face is full of an expression of asking for credit, "Sister, I'm here to pick you up."

And what I said at the time seemed to be blaming him for not doing his homework well, going out and running around at night, so that he would stop doing such boring things in the future.

She also remembered that every year around the anniversary of her mother's death, she would not be able to sleep all night, so she could only walk around the streets day and night, hoping to get a little sleep by exhausting herself.

In the beginning, she waited for Wang Zhe to fall asleep, and then went out secretly, walking aimlessly along the path of whirling trees, like a lonely ghost, and one day she really scared a couple who came back after drinking couple at home.

Mo Jiaxin woke up when she heard a woman's scream that day, and found that she was actually wearing a red skirt that reached to her ankles today. Perhaps the long skirt swaying in the wind would indeed create an illusion from a distance, thinking that she was A ghost that can drift with the wind without feet.

She smiled wryly and looked back at the pair of Ye Gui people who were still in shock, only to find that there was a shadow behind her, equally lonely, but her thin body followed her stubbornly.

She turned around and walked like that figure, who was stunned for a moment, then turned around and ran away.The two of them ran wildly on the deserted street in the early morning, and the crisp and chaotic footsteps echoed on the street.

After running for a long time, both of them were tired. One leaned on the tree to breathe, and the other rested with his hands on his hips.

Wang Zhe suddenly ran back backwards, panting and said, "Sister, don't... chase me anymore. I can't run anymore. I... just... just... just afraid that you will be in danger."

Mo Jiaxin remembered a lot, even after sitting in the ambulance and looking at Wang Zhe's closed eyes and purple mouth, she still couldn't stop recalling.

That was a person who would drink with him on the anniversary of his father's death.

At that time, they finished offering incense to their father together during the day, and when Wang Zhe closed the door to do his homework at night, Mo Jiaxin rarely did not fix photos or catch up with any homework, but sat cross-legged on the balcony, drinking All kinds of wine that I can find, while chatting with my imaginary father.

She drank from canned beer, rice wine in the kitchen, and the high-grade medicinal wine brought by the landlady with a gecko soaked in it.

Speaking of this gecko medicinal wine, there is another story. When Mo Jiaxin first moved in, the last resident still owed the electricity bill, so she paid it together. He ran downstairs with a thud, and went upstairs with a large bottle of medicinal wine, saying that this wine was precious, and how good it was for his health, so he used it to offset the electricity bill.

At this time, Mo Jiaxin was holding the glass and pouring wine from the transparent wine bottle. The little gecko stretched out a small paw and slid along the wall of the wine glass to the mouth of the wine bottle.

She put down the bottle and took a big sip, the liquor flowed down Mo Jiaxin's throat, a burning sensation came out of her throat, she smashed her tongue, and her head exploded with a buzzing sound .

Mo Jiaxin murmured for a while to complain about the man who left her alone to suffer from his conscience, for a while to blame him for messing around with extramarital affairs, for a while for why he didn’t have feelings for a divorce, and for a while to laugh out loud Said that he felt more and more like him now.

Finally, she watched the gecko lying on the wall of the glass bottle, scientifically named Shougong, vomit. She didn't know if she suddenly realized that this was a so-called tonic wine that she would never drink when she was sober, or if it was real. The drink is high.

Anyway, she vomited, holding Wang Zhe's new moss and vomited in a mess.At this time, a warm hand touched Mo Jiaxin's back, and gently helped her along, "It's okay, who said that she wouldn't drink this medicinal wine even if she was killed. Did you forget? Sister Tian Qi sent a bottle of wine last time, would you like to drink that?"

Of course I didn’t drink any more after that day.But every year on this day in the future, there will always be someone who will accompany her to drink red wine silently. Although he doesn't say anything, he will accompany her and refill the glass for her. I secretly moved the flower pots on the balcony away.

She had never been drunk in front of outsiders, but she still lied to herself that this was not her brother, not her family.What is she afraid of?

Mo Jiaxin turned sideways and hid in the shadow of a pomegranate branch. Maybe she was afraid of their blood relationship.She was afraid that her family would hurt her again, so she was so anxious to run away from her.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but turned around to look at the entrance of the patio. She only took one look, and her heart suddenly twisted into a ball, because she knew that the boy who always followed her would not appear now, and if If the rehabilitation is not good, he may never leave in his life.

She still doesn't know what Wang Zhe was thinking that day on the overpass that day, what was going through his little head to end his young life on the noisy city streets.

A long time ago, Mo Jiaxin was very angry. She didn't understand why she was born in a family that was colder than an icehouse.She has both parents, but it's better not to have them. They each find their own excuses not to go home, and when they get home, they each close their doors.Sometimes when she was sitting in the park in the middle of the street eating bread, she would get angry when she saw other people's family of three talking and laughing for a walk after eating.Why me, she couldn't figure it out.

Not so long ago, Mo Jiaxin was also very angry. She didn't understand why her father didn't love him, but loved the boy he had with another woman. She had seen them three times.The first time I saw it, Dad was buying goldfish for the boy.The second time was near where the woman lived, and I saw the two of them playing basketball together.There was another time when Mo Jiaxin told her parents that the school would hold a parent-teacher meeting, but the two pushed back and forth, saying that she was too busy with business. In the end, Mo Jiaxin had to go to the labor market to hire someone. I leisurely walked to the gate of Wang Zhe's school. After the parent meeting ended, my father came out of the school. Wang Zhe rode a bicycle around him, and he grabbed him into his arms and rubbed his head.Why me, she was so pissed off.

Not long ago, Mo Jiaxin was very angry. She didn't understand why she was the one who had to bear all this. She watched her relatives kill each other and died in front of her, and she was caught in the conscience and the law. Tortured in the gap between morality and morality.Why me, she couldn't figure it out.

But no matter which time it was above, she was so angry that she wanted to rush out and kill a lot of people, but she never thought of ending her life.Because she also has a dialect.

She can't let her go.

Mo Jiaxin turned over and sat up, walked out of the patio to the lobby of the ward, there was a vending machine in the aisle.She took out banknotes from her pocket and stuffed them in, tapped the button, and a can of coffee rolled out.

She bent down to pick up the can of coffee and drank it in big gulps.

The author has something to say:

The third update this week, I did it, wow.

I'm finally back, next week will be more frequent.

Everyone waited so hard, we touched our heads.