There is a period in the dream

Zhong Chengming first took the medical records at the end of the bed, checked the diagnostic words one by one, and then walked lightly, approaching Meng Heyu's bedside.

Once again, I had such close contact with Meng Heyu.

Meng Heyu's lips were pale, his entire face lost its rosy radiance, and he lay motionless, like a black and white silent picture from the last century.

There was no one in the ward, except for Meng Heyu, who were only two middle-aged people, who were sleeping soundly at the moment, and snoring could be heard from time to time.

Zhong Chengming sat beside Meng Heyu's bed for three hours, many things intertwined in his mind.Twice he wanted to touch Meng Heyu, but in the end he withdrew his hand.

The nurse on duty in the early morning came to make rounds and was surprised to see Zhong Chengming.Zhong Chengming showed her his employee ID, then pointed to Meng Heyu, saying that this was his cousin.

The nurse nodded helplessly, thinking that since he was from the hospital, she didn't let Zhong Chengming go out to register.

She approached with lowered eyes, and patted Meng Heyu's shoulder: "Wake up, the drip is over."

Meng Heyu slept deeply, and after losing his dream, he always slept deeply.

The nurse yelled twice before he woke up.

Zhong Chengming had already retreated outside the curtain, waiting for the nurse girl to deal with everything inside, came out and nodded with him, and left the ward.

Zhong Chengming stood outside the curtain of the hospital bed and spent 3 minutes deciding whether to go in and see Meng Heyu.

Meng Heyu is awake now, he can hear his movement, the sound of the cloth rubbing against the bedding, and the "hissing" sound of gasping for air from time to time, it should be the pain that was accidentally involved in the action .

Zhong Chengming finally took a deep breath, and called softly outside the curtain: "Xiao Meng."

Through the light blue curtain, Zhong Chengming didn't hear Meng Heyu holding his breath for a moment.

Meng Heyu never knew that the side effect of hanging two intravenous drips was auditory hallucinations.

Until Zhong Chengming called again in a low voice: "Xiao Meng, it's me."

Meng Heyu's already pale complexion suddenly became paler: "How do you know I'm here?"

"This is our teaching hospital and I sometimes come here to work."

Zhong Chengming's excuse was very reasonable, Meng Heyu believed it, and didn't say anything more.

Zhong Chengming called Xiao Meng twice, but Meng Heyu remained silent.Finally, Zhong Chengming gently lifted the curtain and saw that Meng Heyu had pulled a quilt over his head and buried himself completely.

Zhong Chengming walked to his bed, sat down, patted Meng Heyu's quilt one by one, and called out softly, "Xiao Meng, come out for a breather."

Meng Heyu really didn't want to talk to Zhong Chengming.

But Zhong Chengming patted like this, as if he was comforting a young child. Meng Heyu was very familiar with this movement.

Meng Heyu had just experienced a serious illness, which left him physically weak and mentally tortured.The mental interrogation began when a wrenching pain in his stomach folded his limbs and forced him to curl up on the ground.

He took a taxi by himself and went to the emergency room alone. The doctor asked if he was accompanied by anyone. He said no: "I came alone."

At that moment, he felt as if he was the only one left in the whole world, alone, wandering around like a wandering soul.

This boundless loneliness has lasted until now, only to gradually ebb under Zhong Chengming's steady pat.

Meng Heyu really didn't want to talk to Zhong Chengming, but for some reason, he still said, "I don't want to see you."

I don't want to see you, I actually want to see you.

Every word and every sentence is ironic, which is awkward in reason.Meng Heyu couldn't accept it more than anyone else. He still liked Zhong Chengming in the first place.

"But I want to see you, let me see you, okay?" Zhong Chengming still coaxed me gently.

Meng Heyu was tearing at himself: "No, I hate you."

Zhong Chengming's hand was covered with thorns from Meng Heyu's body, but he kept patting Meng Heyu.

At least he didn't hate it anymore, Zhong Chengming comforted himself.

Hate is an emotional feeling that comes and goes and always subsides.Hatred is the final kill, an inextricable knot.

"I understand, you should hate me, you can vent your anger on me," Zhong Chengming quietly held the corner of the quilt with the other hand, "but don't torture your body, okay?"

After a long time, Meng Heyu's muffled voice came out: "Do you think I want to?"

Zhong Chengming was relieved and distressed at the same time, and slowly pulled down the quilt, revealing Meng Heyu section by section.

Meng Heyu didn't resist, partly because it was really hot under the quilt, his pale face was bloodshot, and partly because he couldn't resist Zhong Chengming.

He wanted to see Zhong Chengming, especially when his whole body was weak and his limbs were weak.

Zhong Chengming has also lost a lot of weight, his thin outline is more mature, and his chin is full of green stubble.

Meng Heyu felt sore and bitter in his heart, Zhong Chengming was originally a man of many appearances.

And Zhong Chengming stared at Meng Heyu's bright red face, and finally couldn't help sighing: "Silly boy."

Meng Heyu looked away, his eyes were red, and tears just fell down.

There was a period of silence between the two, and there was no sound, even the breathing seemed to have stopped.

After an unknown amount of time, Zhong Chengming spoke first: "Actually, I was here before you woke up. Sitting here, I thought a lot."

"Xiao Meng, you should remember that the original reason why I was ostracized by my family was because when the puppet cat died, I said that it would be better to die."

Meng Heyu didn't understand why Zhong Chengming mentioned this.

Then he heard Zhong Chengming confess: "Actually, I made up that memory myself. I didn't say that it would be better to die. I just killed the cat."

Meng Heyu was startled, and turned around quickly: "What did you say?!"

Zhong Chengming was very calm: "The second day after I saw it hit its head against the wall, I gave it sleeping pills. I calculated the dose and it could go away peacefully. My father found out about it later, and I have been here ever since. The family became a freak."

"But I don't care."

"I realized before my father that I understand the world differently than other people. I don't care about the difference, but I need to fit in because freaks don't survive. So I accepted it for a long time. counseling, to hide their past from themselves.”

"The counselor told me I have apathy and I accepted it, but deep down I was in denial. It's not that I can't feel emotions, I'm just... different. My family grieves for the cat, but I feel it It is the bliss of liberation."

When Zhong Chengming said this, he paused for a while, and then slowly stretched out his hand, holding Meng Heyu's five fingers.

Meng Heyu gradually came back to his senses, without struggling, just staring at Zhong Chengming steadfastly.

Zhong Chengming did not wear glasses tonight, and Meng Heyu could look straight into the depths of his eyes, which was his own reflection.

"Xiao Meng, you may ask why I told you this," Zhong Chengming smiled lightly, but there was bottomless pain in his heart, "Because I just sat here and watched you fall asleep. Your breathing is very shallow, there is almost no sound, and your whole face is pale, like..."

Zhong Chengming didn't say that word out of his mouth, but Meng Heyu understood that he wanted to say that he was so tired that he seemed to be dead.

Zhong Chengming suddenly squeezed Meng Heyu's hand: "Then I suddenly understood why my family had to hang the puppet cat for their lives, and why people were afraid of parting."

"Meng Heyu, you are like heaven, because in you, I have a new life and returned to this world."

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