gentlemen!Please don't call me Douding

Tomorrow we will know whether the corneal transplantation is successful, but it is only a preliminary stitch removal, and there is still a year of recovery time in the follow-up. Although there may be a possibility that the corneal transplantation may not be visible this time and requires multiple recovery, the professor explained , When you can feel the light and shadow for the first time, it is the best time to guarantee a complete recovery.

So everyone became nervous again, eagerly watching Ding Dou twice a day.

"It's getting dark, let's go back, Brother Xiaoding, I wish you good luck tomorrow!" said a little patient, waving at him vigorously.

These people know what this gentleman will face tomorrow, and after hearing about it, they spontaneously come to talk to him, play with him, make him laugh, and let him know that even if he can't see, they will always be by his side Make him nervous and scared.

Even if something goes wrong tomorrow, he can still tell who they are when he closes his eyes, isn't this his talent.

After everyone in the ward said goodbye one by one, Ding Dou smiled and turned his head slightly, "Big Hua'er, come here."

Shao Yao sat next to him with pursed lips, Ding Dou felt Shao Yao's gentle and domineering breath surrounding him, he slowly stretched out his hand, caressed Shao Yao's cheek, leaned over to kiss him.

From the center of the eyebrows to the tip of the nose to the thin lips, touching his forehead, he said apologetically, "I've made you worry these days, it must be tiring to take care of me."

Shao Yao hugged him completely in his arms, his chest collided, his heart was pounding, pounding, beating vigorously, calm and full of vitality.

Shao Yao avoided his eyes and kissed him sideways, "I love you."

Ding Dou laughed, touched his eyes, and said with a smile, "I love you too, you are my eyes."

You are my eyes, you can show me the most beautiful scenery in the world, you can describe to me the blue sea, the brilliance of the sunset, the elegant and classical Linanmen, and our home.

"Yeah." Shao Yao let him lean into his arms, sat on the bed with him against the bed rails, and whispered, "It's December, and it's early winter at home, and it's going to snow soon."

The town where they live has no distinct seasons, and the climate is mild all year round. It is not too hot in summer and not too cold in winter. It is very comfortable and makes people forget that winter has come.

"Ah, it's going to snow." Ding Dou was still wearing cotton thin long-sleeved sleeves, and it was enough to add a coat when he went out.

Shao Yao put cushions on the backs of the two of them, and before he could speak, there was a nostalgic look in his eyes, and a low-pitched gentle wind and drizzle came out from the corners of his eyes.

He raised his hand and rubbed the back of Shao Yao's hand, "We've known each other for almost a year."

It has been a year since they met when heavy snow fell and covered Luo'an City with silver.This year has been long and profound.

From this year onwards, someone broke into the other party's world, and never left again, with flesh and blood inseparable.

His smile, voice, the temperature of his palm, and his hug all made the other party obsessed and made him reluctant to let go.

Ding Dou smiled, raised his body, took Shao Yao's hand and put it on his heart, and said seriously, "I'm lucky if I get it. If I lose it, it's my life."

He also wanted to say that if he traded his eyes for the acquaintance with Shao Yao, even if he did it all over again, he would never regret it.

Shao Yao hugged Ding Dou, pulled him into his arms, put his palm on his thin back, and sighed deeply, full of distress, "My baby"

All night long.

Early the next morning, the old man Zhang Ma, Shao Zi, Qu Wei Ding, and grandma all came to watch Ding Dou being sent to the operating room.

The waiting time before each operation is extremely long.

It wasn't until lying here that Ding Dou suddenly calmed down, thinking about the scene after the gauze was lifted, thinking about the boundless darkness, thinking about Shao Yao.

The cold medical equipment was slightly cold against the skin, and Ding Dou felt himself trembling.

When the thin gauze is uncovered layer by layer, when the eyes are slightly painful, when the light shines on the trembling eyelids.

When he closed his eyes and felt the bright spots appearing in the darkness, when he gritted his teeth and dared not let his emotions change drastically.

Ding Dou slowly opened his eyes according to the doctor's instructions.

At this moment, it seemed that everything was silent, he was not alive, but dead, because in his imagination, only after he died, might he be able to see colors other than darkness.

In front of him was a large area of ​​extremely blurred scenes, but that gleam of white light fell on Ding Dou's heart, making him almost tremble, unbelievable, unimaginable.

What was that, unlike black, made him almost cry, almost unable to control his emotions.

He opened his eyes in a daze, looking at the extremely vague but not familiar dark color that fell on his pupils.

White—opposite to darkness, it produces countless mottled lights.

The doctor illuminated his eyes with light beams and dripped medicine into his eyes. Ding Dou followed his instructions and repeated them over and over again, gently turning his eyeballs, blinking slightly, and breathing lightly.

His body trembled, the eyes dripped with several different medicines closed and opened again, and the crystals that slid down the corners of his eyes, whether it was tears or medicines, slipped from his temples and disappeared on the light green surgical drape.

After an unknown amount of time, he slowly opened his eyes and heard the doctor say in broken Chinese, "Can you see my fingers? Can you see them clearly?"

The fog in front of him seemed to be slowly dissipating, and he blinked slowly until it gradually became extremely clear and thorough.

He slowly pursed his lips and nodded.

The doctor happily took a mirror and put it in front of him, "well, it's great, look at it."

Ding Dou quietly looked at the person in the mirror who would curl up his lips when he smiled, and blink with him, he slowly raised his hand to touch his face, is this really him.

He has not seen it for many years.

Haven't seen my own face, these colors, the lights, the smiling faces around me.

The nurse helped him out of the bed and walked him out of the operating room. The door was quiet and empty, and the dust bathed in the light beam made him feel extremely cherished.

A little boy ran over with a small flower basket, held a bright red rose high and handed it to him, smiled and said in awkward Chinese, "They are waiting for you in the garden, from here , Go to the end."

Ding Dou couldn't help laughing, caught the rose, looked at the delicate and bright red petals, and pressed the corners of his lips lightly.

He walked slowly, looking sideways at the appearance of the smooth porcelain wall that his fingers slid across, and at the transparent glass door that was getting closer and closer in front of him, as if he heard the noise of children playing in his ears.

On this day, the sun was not very strong, and it was gentle and gentle coming out from the clouds. His eyes could not be exposed to too strong light. He could not see all the strange and familiar pictures in front of him for a long time. The doctor asked him to limit the use of his eyes every day. time.

So he cherishes this moment very much.

When he stood at the end of the corridor, through the transparent glass window, he stood in a small green garden, and there were three or four children running around laughing on the lawn.

Someone was sitting under a tree holding a few books, and someone in hospital clothes like him was walking slowly.

A middle-aged couple was talking about a large light-blond and gentle dog lying beside their feet.

There are old people sitting on a bench smiling and chatting, and there are couples sitting side by side on the grass and whispering, holding a pink balloon in their hands.

Not many people, very quiet, as beautiful and dreamy as a dream.

When he came out, the man leaning against the tree not far away looked up at him, then lowered his head and continued to look at his phone. He was not the one he was waiting for.

Everyone didn't seem to notice him, just like an ordinary young man.

Holding a rose in his hand, Ding Dou walked along the small winding path on the lawn, passing the man leaning against the tree, passing the couple holding pink balloons, and coming to the old man sitting on the bench.

The old man's silver hair shone with the tenderness of the years in the sunlight. He slowly squatted down and looked up at her still kind face wrinkled by time, with a trembling voice——

grandmother.

Grandma Ding immediately burst into tears. She wiped away the tears, but the tears became more violent.

Ding Dou raised his hand to wipe grandma's tears, "Grandma, I...I saw it."

Grandma Ding wiped away her tears and reached out to touch Ding Dou's head, "Okay, that's really great, Grandma is so happy."

She waved her hand, turned her face sideways, her voice trembling, "Go, go."

Ding stood up, walked to the chair on the opposite side of the path, and called in a low voice, "Dad—"

Mr. Shao sighed, sat side by side with Zhang Ma, and smiled, "I knew it, Dad knew you could recognize Dad."

The big light-gold dog at the old man's feet wagged its tail happily, and a small head appeared from behind him, meowing in a clear way.

"Go, go." The old man smiled and said with Zhang Ma.

Ding Dou nodded, turned around and walked to a young couple sitting side by side on the lawn. The boy was cheerful and handsome, and the girl was bright and charming.

He smiled shyly, became ashamed, and whispered, "Wei Wei, can you give me your balloon?"

Qu Wei suddenly stood up and hugged Ding Dou. The girl who was always carefree cried, and while crying, she pulled him and said to Shao Zi with a smile, "Look, Xiao Ding can see it, he recognized us, he really I can see..."

Shao Zi saluted Ding Dou and said loudly, "Hi sister-in-law! I am Shao Zi, brother of my brother."

This was the first time he knew what Ding Dou and Shaoyao said when they were together, and it must be the same, with a smile brighter than the sun on his handsome face.

Qu Wei gently pushed his arm, his voice was hoarse, "Go Xiao Ding, go quickly."

"……it is good."

Ding turned around, slowly and firmly, step by step towards the man who was leaning against the tree and looking down at the phone. The man had broad shoulders, a tall figure, and a flawless profile like a sculpture. His slightly thin lips were slightly pursed, indifferent and sharp. .

Ding Dou walked up to him, handed over the roses he had been pinching for a long time, smiled slightly, his eyes showed longing, gentle and pure, and said softly, "Mr. Shao, are you willing to accept my flowers?"

The mobile phone in Shao Yao's hand slipped from his fingers.

He looked at him, his eyes were watery, and his pulse was like complaints.

He stared at him, his Adam's apple rolled, and his eyes hurt.

When a ray of breeze passes through slowly, bringing the tranquility and peace of the small garden, it seems that time has stopped at this moment.

Shao Yao stretched out his hand, Ding Dou walked into his arms with a smile, he hugged him tightly, overwhelmed tenderly, unable to say a word for a while.

He thought, he thought he didn't know him, thought he couldn't recognize him, thought...

When Ding Dou walked by him and staggered away from him at that moment, what Shao Yao was thinking and what was hurting was not important now.

He came to his side, smiling, familiar, as always, affectionate.