Midsummer Night's Ashes

gray of night

09

Very strange.

I don't know if there are really people in this world whose self-healing ability is so strong that the wounds of the previous night disappear the next day.

In other words, the wound was just a dream of mine, and when the dream woke up at dawn, the wound would no longer exist.

Anyway, when Lou Wei came to see me another afternoon, I found that his right cheek was intact, as if nothing had happened.

My knife didn't cut his cheek.

He didn't shed that blood because of me.

Lou Wei said to me: "The doctor said that your mood is not stable recently, it may be because of some stimulation."

I stared at the right side of his face, trying to find some flaws.

He said: "I have already submitted an application to change the live broadcast to a recorded broadcast. In this way, I only need to record every day during the day, and I can accompany you at night."

I listened to his words, but my eyes were still looking at his right cheek.

There are no flaws.

Not at all.

I raised my hand to touch his face, he wouldn't hide, and he didn't feel any pain.

I said, "You look sexy with a bruise on your face."

He was stunned for a moment, held my hand, and then said with a smile: "You will be discharged from the hospital tomorrow, do you want to go back to work? Or take a few more days off to rest at home?"

I looked into his eyes, he was still the Lou Wei I was familiar with.

Familiar with, not even unfamiliar scars.

I looked at him, not sure what was going on, and didn't dare to ask him directly.

Recently, not only him, but also doctors, and other patients around me, they all think that I am neurotic.

But only I know, I can see clearly than anyone else.

I could see a pair of eyes staring at me.

Those eyes tried to eat me.

However, having said that, Lou Wei is indeed a good lover, he is even willing to change his life rhythm for me.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the scorching sun was scorching the city. He left the hospital and went to record a program on the TV.

He said that he would come to see me later, and then he would accompany me, asking me to wait for him obediently and call him if there was anything to do.

I'm fine.

As long as I can't catch the person who followed me, I dare not say that something is wrong with me.

I have been lying on the bed until dark, until Lou Wei came to find me.

I lay straight on the hospital bed, and even felt that I was a rotting corpse. I could see annoying flies swirling around me in a trance. They came for me, for my corpse.

At ten o'clock in the evening, Lou Wei came.

At 11:30, he drew the curtain beside the hospital bed, blocking the view of others.

He was lying beside me, hugging me tightly, caressing my body, and telling me his best fairy tales in my ear.

Rapunzel was strangled to death by her own hair, and it was Little Red Riding Hood who killed her grandmother.

With him and his story, I feel at ease.

I lay comfortably in his arms, fell asleep comfortably, and woke up comfortably at three in the morning to hear owls screeching outside the window.

owl.

I have heard that it is a symbol of doom and death. It can smell the breath of dying people. Once it finds out that someone is about to die, it will come here from afar, outside the window, in the dark night like a life-threatening screaming like a ghost.

gloomy.

Terrible.

It waits for death to come, and then smashes the soul just out of the body in one bite.

Is someone dying?

I listened to the hooting of the owl, and Lou Wei beside me was sleeping peacefully.

In a daze, I saw a bird landed by the window, it was an owl, and it was smiling at me.