Epigenetic

Zhu MSI had a craniotomy, the operation was minor, the doctor still advised him to stay in bed for a month.Maybe it was because of loneliness, Zhu Weixing always sat up while lying down, leaning there unsteadily and looking out the window.

When the nurse saw him, she talked a lot and wanted him to lie down obediently, but her words were stuck in the boy's deep eyes.

There is no fear, no anxiety, no sadness or joy in Zhu Weixing's eyes, lacking the lively emotions that should be, but it is not a pool of stagnant water. There is confusion, curiosity, and search in it.Dazed in this ignorant world, curious about everything that comes and goes, looking for the truth and meaning of my existence.

Without any memory, he is observing and exploring, just like a newborn child, with a weak and cautious heart.

This should have been considered a positive behavior, but everyone felt pity and sadness when they saw him.

No money, no health, no relatives, no friends, no memory, not even... no self.

Not only the medical staff felt compassion for him, but the patients in the same ward, their family members, and the patients in the next room, almost the entire floor knew that there was a boy in ward 606 who was lonely and deserted, as if he had been abandoned by the world .

On this day, MSI fell ill again.

The weather in U City in August is changeable, the sun is shining brightly in the morning, and it is raining heavily in the afternoon.

The phoenix orchid downstairs was hit by the stone-like torrential raindrops, making its branches and leaves tremble frequently, and each flower bud trembled in the wind like a live fish, like dancing, more like struggling.

MSI is also trembling. He has been in the hospital for almost three weeks, but his sequelae of concussion have not shown signs of dissipating. He has constant nightmares at night, severe tinnitus and headaches during the day, and vomits many times a day. He is always restless.

He vomited up the bowl of white porridge that he had swallowed with great difficulty at noon, and lay in bed twitching non-stop.There were layers of white light and black mist in front of him, soaking him like sea water, and stripping his soul from his flesh like a boning knife.His consciousness came out of vain, hanging in mid-air, looking at his pitiful appearance.

A bystander beside the bed sighed: "... At least I'll prescribe some more medicine, the illness won't get better if this continues, everyone will be tossed to death..."

"All the medicines that can be prescribed have been prescribed, and the doctor can't do anything... In his situation, how will the good medicine be settled..."

"What happened to his accident? I saw the police investigating in the corridor before, did he fall from the hotel upstairs?"

"Well, I heard it. It seems from the surveillance that the child was drunk and fell from the balcony on the fifth floor. He couldn't rely on others, otherwise Qinglang Hotel would have paid for it..."

"Oh, he's so young... But even if he's not sensible, the family can't let him go like this..."

"Maybe there is no family at all..."

"I seem to have come to the school once, looked at it and left, saying that I will find a way to find someone to donate, but it is estimated that the school will start."

"Oh, look at his appearance, what a pity..."

Accompanied by long and short sighs from far and near, I don't know who turned on the air conditioner in the house.

They probably thought that MSI was hot, after all his head was covered with sweat, but he was actually chilling in bursts, and his teeth chattered from the cold wind blowing from the corner if nothing seemed to blow.But no one noticed the real situation of MSI, those people are still exchanging their sympathy enthusiastically.

Shaking and trembling, it seemed that Wei Xing's soul floating in mid-air had been shaken back into his body. He fell asleep, but he didn't seem to be there. All he knew was that the surroundings gradually became quiet, only the heavy rain pouring down.

After an unknown amount of time, a thunderbolt exploded, waking Zhu Weixing awake from his half-dream.Panting anxiously, he opened his eyes, his eyes were in darkness, only a little light in the room was faintly illuminated by the sensor lights in the corridor of the hospital.

Trying to calm down her breathing, Zhu Weixing slowly turned her head and felt the sound of light footsteps coming from the corridor.

After a while, two figures appeared at the gate.The backlight made Zhu Weixing unable to see clearly until someone turned on the light in the room.

It was the aunt in the next bed. Her husband, Old Wei, had just finished the operation in the past two days and needed to stay in bed at night, so she stayed there.

Looking at the person coming, the aunt asked curiously, "Who are you looking for?"

Zhu Weixing sat up with difficulty out of some intuition.

Sure enough, when the two people who came saw him, they hurried over.

"MSI?!"

One is a middle-aged woman who is about the same age as the aunt, and the other is an old lady with gray hair, both dressed plainly.

It was the middle-aged woman who spoke, walked to the bed, and cried out worriedly.

"MSI?"

While speaking, she looked at Zhu Weixing's head and face, the middle-aged woman was surprised and sad, "Why did you fall so hard?"

Zhu Weixing didn't answer, looked at her, and then turned her gaze to the old lady behind her.

Different from the anxious face of the middle-aged woman, the old lady has no expression on her face. She looks a little serious, with the corners of her eyes drooping and her mouth drooping. MSI doesn't know if she has a harsh meaning, but her eyes don't fluctuate, almost indifferent. Instead, he remained motionless, sticking directly to MSI's body.

Seeing no response from MSI, the middle-aged woman suddenly realized: "Ah, what... the doctor said is true!? You really don't know us? I am your Aunt Jiao, this, this is your grandma." Saying this, she Get the old lady in front of you.

Wei Xing and the old lady looked at each other, and saw each other's frown more clearly.

MSI turned her eyes away and lowered her head silently.

His eyes fell on a large pool of water on the ground.

The old man was holding a large umbrella with rusty ribs. The rain outside the house made the umbrella cover which had already reached the seventh floor still dripping, forming a small ocean on the floor.

Next to the umbrella is the old lady's feet. She is wearing the most old-fashioned and simple black buckle cloth shoes with a few small puddings. The uppers have absorbed the rain, and they have a wet luster under the white light. Every step on them is a tide mark.The old man's trousers were also wet, and the traces spread all the way to her knees. Under the coarse cloth, she could see her two skinny legs, which were still stained with mud.

MSI slowly raised his eyes.

The old man's brows were still frowning, but this time Weixing noticed that the gray hair scattered around her cheeks didn't seem to have a neat face, it looked a little messy and anxious, as if it was dripping water, making the gully on her face even deeper up.

MSI's mouth moved, but nothing came out.

Seeing that his face was pale, Aunt Jiao hurriedly said, "Is there something uncomfortable? Take a good rest."

She supported Weixing to lie down, and wanted to pour water for him, but when she picked up the kettle on the bedside table, she found it was empty.

A trace of apology flashed across Aunt Jiao's face: "I'm going to fetch water right now."

Before I left, I saw the old lady Zhu was still standing, so I wanted to find a seat for her, but the only two chairs in the ward were taken by the aunt next door, and she didn't stand up modestly, she just took her eyes coldly. Staring at it from a distance.Aunt Jiao had to ask Mrs. Zhu to sit in the corridor for a while.

The old lady was reluctant at first, until Aunt Jiao whispered to her: "You have bad legs and feet, you have been running around for so many days, and you encounter such heavy rain, if you go back and get sick again on your knees, I will still have Gu Weixing, I am afraid I can't care about you anymore."

Zhu Weixing heard the old lady's silence for a few seconds, and said the first sentence: "This at home is already going to trouble you, how can I have the nerve to make you worry about it, I know, you go."

After talking, he went out and sat down, the umbrella was still in his hand, his hands were folded in front of him like a crutch, his back was straight, his hair was disheveled, his clothes were half wet, he was seven or eighty years old, but his sitting posture was quite different. Extraordinarily correct, extraordinarily strong.

She didn't look at Zhu Weixing, but only looked at his bedside medical records, but Zhu Weixing looked at her through the half-covered quilt, and after a while Aunt Jiao came back, he looked at Aunt Jiao again.

Aunt Jiao was quick to do things, filled the MSI with water, took the daily necessities from the plastic bags and arranged them for him, while whispering how to use the MSI.For a while, pots and pots were all piled up around the bed, and there was nowhere to stand.

When she was tidying Zhu Weixing's slippers, something fell from her pocket, but Aunt Jiao didn't see it, but Weixing stared at it for a while, then reached under the bed with trembling hands and picked it up.

It was a passbook, some years old, and the corners were wrinkled, and it happened to be opened on the latest page when it fell.

Zhu Weixing glanced at the bank records densely covered with them, all of which were received in the past ten days. Yes, together with the original old savings, a total of 35 yuan was made up, and it was withdrawn all at once this afternoon.

Aunt Jiao turned around and realized that he was looking at this, and quickly reached out to take it.

"This... this belongs to your grandma. She came to pay your hospitalization fee. It's just that we came a little late, and the one who pays the fee is off work today, but MSI, don't worry, I will come back tomorrow to finish the payment, and it must be done .”

Aunt Jiao looked at Zhu Weixing's face and explained, her tone was a little eager, as if she was afraid that he would get angry.

MSI pursed her lips, and Aunt Jiao shook her head with difficulty.

Aunt Jiao breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked Weixing if he wanted to eat, and he could go to the cafeteria to cook for him, or peel an apple for him.

MSI has no appetite, but still refuses.

Except for patients who are critically ill and those who have just finished surgery, the visiting hours at the hospital are until [-] pm. Although MSI has serious sequelae, the overall condition has already stabilized. Aunt Jiao and Mrs. Zhu came as his family members in a hurry, but they couldn't stay for long.

Before leaving, Aunt Jiao worriedly told MSI to pay attention to the wound and not to get up, saying that she would definitely come to see him tomorrow, and then turned off the air conditioner that had been blowing cool air on MSI's bed.

The old lady Zhu still stood there with a cold face. After the long stare at the beginning, she never looked at MSI again.

MSI kept paying attention to her until the two left.

Appearing in a hurry, then disappearing in a hurry, without beginning or end, like a torrential rain on a summer night.

When people turned out of the long corridor, the aunt on the third bed muttered unhappily: "...I didn't even know it appeared, why did I go so early."

Wei Xing listened, and slowly closed her eyes, and a moment later, there was another thunder in the sky.

He couldn't help but swayed and sat up again, snuggled up to the window and looked out.

In the dark rain curtain, two thin and staggering figures were half-covered by an old umbrella, and they walked out of the hospital door with difficulty across a pond that was not too deep or shallow, supporting each other.

Wei Xing kept looking at them until he could no longer see the other party's back before looking away.

Then he saw that the patch of phoenix orchids downstairs that had been watered by the rain had been erected a small canopy by maintenance workers at some point.Even though it is hasty and even simple, it still supports a sheltered world for the new plants, sheltering them from wind and rain.

Wei Xing looked at it, and lay back slowly.

It was a rare and peaceful sleep, without any nightmares.