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Vince fell into a strange coma.

At first I thought it was the impact on the back of the head, but later I found out that it was not. There was no blood clot and no trauma. No matter how hard I checked, I couldn’t find the root cause. Although my breathing and heartbeat were normal, I just couldn’t wake up.

Some doctors said that it was a pseudo-death caused by the sudden suppression of the cerebral cortex, or it could be understood as a vegetative state.

This diagnosis made Wen Li almost collapse.

From that day on, he stayed by Vince's bedside and never closed his eyes again.

No matter how others persuaded him, he seemed to be unable to hear him, and his back was like iron, stubbornly and firmly guarding that person.

Only when Wen Limin asked him, Wen Li would reply, "It's my fault."

This hale and hearty middle-aged father also suffered a great blow, as if he had aged overnight. He didn't know what happened to the two children. If he asked again, Wen Li wouldn't say much.

Wen Li couldn't confess those reasons to his father, he could only hold Vince's weak hand, pressing it deeply between his brows, feeling that there was still a pulse in his wrist, he was still alive, this was probably all the motivation that could support him.

If this is the so-called punishment, Wen Li thought, it was undoubtedly his fault, but even if he kept repeating it in his heart, no matter how deeply he blamed himself, it would not help.

He has always believed in himself, and everything he does is planned and done with confidence, and he has never regretted anything so much.

But this time he regretted it, why did he have to pursue the truth of the matter? If he hadn't forced Wen Stein to confess, wouldn't this be the case?

Wen Limin also saw the ring on Vince's finger.

In fact, when he received the call and rushed to the hospital, he already understood that Wen Li knew that "Wen Wen" was his sister.

In Wen Limin's eyes, his own child has a sensitive mind. Is it because he doesn't want to face it, so he closes his perception of the outside world?

The trouble should end it.

The consultation with a doctor invited from another place today took an hour. Wen Limin endured his grief and comforted Wen Li, "Don't worry, he will wake up." He patted his son on the shoulder, "Let's go, go downstairs."

He hadn't left the ward for three days. When he first saw the dazzling sunlight, Wen Li was in a daze, as if he saw someone's shadow in the sunlight.

Startled, the phantom disappeared.

The weather in early autumn was fine, and there were people in hospital gowns walking in the yard behind the inpatient building from time to time, and some family members came and went pushing wheelchairs.

Wen Limin looked at the scene in front of him, "Before your sister was two years old, the hospital was also his second home."

"..." Wen Li looked at his father.

"His mother was in poor health. After giving birth to him, her condition went from bad to worse. In the last year, she lived in the hospital almost every day. At that time, Sisi was just over two years old, but she was already very smart and precocious."

Wen Limin said, "His mother has always preferred girls, and she felt somewhat regretful about giving birth to Sisi, and felt that the child was young, so in the first two years, she often wore skirts for Sisi, the kind of mother-daughter outfit."

Wen Limin still clearly remembers the appearance of his wife, she is a gentle and virtuous woman who understands life, and is the only love in his life.

"His mother likes to wear skirts very much. Even in the hospital, she must be beautiful, because she started to want girls, and the family has prepared skirts for girls of all ages from birth to adulthood. There are so many rooms..."

Recalling that period of the past, Wen Limin's eyes were full of nostalgia, and then he was disappointed, "Then his mother passed away, and I was just like you now, immersed in grief. For a whole year and a half, I didn't care about thinking about it. Si, I almost forgot that I still have such a child..."

He smiled wryly, "You must think that my father is very irresponsible, right?"

Wen Li couldn't say anything, but from the elder sister's point of view, losing his mother suddenly was equivalent to losing his father, not to mention that he was only two years old at the time, and it was the time when he needed love the most, so one can imagine what it must be like.

However, he also can't be critical of his father, because he can now understand how he felt then.

"Later, it wasn't until Sisi went to kindergarten at the age of four, and the teacher contacted me, that I didn't know that the child's perception of gender had gone wrong."

Wen Limin said, "Because he missed his mother so much, he had to wear the same dress as her every day. The nanny felt that the child was still young and had just lost his mother, so she followed his request. Later in the kindergarten, the teacher found out that Si Si actually firmly believed that he was a girl, and was ridiculed by children of the same age, and ran home crying, telling me that he was a girl, not a boy."

Wen Limin's lips trembled, "I couldn't accept it at the time. I took Sisi to see many doctors, but nothing worked. Once he was stimulated and almost took a knife..."

He couldn't continue talking, the thrill at that time was vivid in his mind.

Wen Li also understood that he didn't expect such an intense thing to happen. He only remembered that it was strange when he was a child. His sister had a good relationship with his mother, and he had a good relationship with his father, but the relationship between the crosses was indifferent.

The father and son sat down on the chairs by the corridor, and Wen Limin looked towards the flower bed in the distance, "Since that incident, I never dared to force Sisi to face his gender, I could only follow him as much as possible." , protect him, and let everyone around him recognize him as a girl, I found, so that he can gain a sense of security."

Wen Limin recalled those pasts. In fact, although he spared no effort to cover Wen Si and treated him carefully in those years, he did not really give up the idea of ​​"recovering" his son.

It was not until later that I learned about the "Clover Public Welfare Association", an organization spontaneously organized by transgender parents, to gain a deeper understanding of the transgender group.

The teacher there told him that Wensi’s transgender awareness was not necessarily due to external changes. He might have been born a girl, and he and his mother were destined mother and daughter. Unfortunately, some accidents happened when they came to the world. Let him have a boy's body, but in fact he should be a girl.

"Although this can't be an excuse for me to shirk my responsibility, I gradually became relieved. I no longer want to reverse his consciousness, but it's a pity that I still understand too late. When Sisi was young, he owed him too much, especially for forcing him. Go see a psychiatrist for treatment... I think he hates my father so much."

Wen Li remembers that when she was a child, she always heard from her father that her sister was going to the hospital, and she went to the hospital every now and then.

"...Dad, sister doesn't hate you, he cares about your feelings."

"I know, I know..." Wen Limin wiped away his tears, "A few days ago, I was very happy to learn that Sisi was willing to be a boy again, not for the joy of carrying on the family line, but because he was willing to truly accept himself. He has had a hard life, now I only hope that he can truly relax and do what he wants to do without any burden, how can I expect..."

Wen Limin sighed shortly and tremblingly, his old back slightly bent, and he covered his face with his hands.

"Sisi will definitely wake up. He still has a better life to live in the future, so why can't he wake up? He will definitely wake up..." Wen Limin seemed to be speaking to Wen Li, but also to himself explain.

In the corridor of the hospital garden, a middle-aged man in his 50s suddenly covered his face and cried bitterly. In such a place, life and death are happening every day, and no one notices.

"He will wake up, and he will miss you."

After these days of heartache, Wen Li was almost numb, but now looking at the blue sky, he could feel the pain again.

But it can only be said that the real sister has gone to another world he expected, and the past pain in this world has become an established fact and cannot be changed.

His healing is in the future, in the new life, and his father's pain was healed by "Vince"'s sister.

You heal him, and he heals another person. Even if they cannot become each other’s salvation, they will eventually become a circle, perhaps in another sense of perfection.

What about himself?

Wen Li thought, where is his consummation?If Vince never woke up, he really didn't know what he would become.

Outside the ward, the figure in the thin gray windbreaker was reflected on the dazzlingly white floor of the hospital, stretched very long.

The doctors came out of the ward while talking, and he bowed slightly to get out of the way.

"The physical signs are all normal. Excluding the possibility of epilepsy and intracranial space-occupying lesions, it is still necessary to consider psychological factors that cause abnormal brain wave discharge..."

"At present, it is recommended to be hospitalized for observation and conservative treatment, and the family members will be informed of the situation later."

"..."

Ji Mingjing gently opened the door and walked in.

Vince was lying on the bed, his face was whitened by the pure white sheets and bedding, and the monitoring equipment next to him was beeping, beeping, beeping regularly.

Looking down the drip tube, he saw the slender wrist and the knuckle fingers. The ring on the ring finger of his left hand seemed a bit too big, but when he curled his fingers slightly, the ring could fit on it securely .

Ji Mingjing just stood beside Vince's bed, stayed quietly for 2 minutes, and then left.

But although he came quietly, he couldn't go quietly when he left.

As soon as he walked through the ward next to him, he saw a man coming up from the corner of the stairs across the corridor, and the other party saw him too.

Lu Geng only came here once yesterday, so it is normal for Ji Mingjing to appear today.

Wen Li was silent, and so was Ji Mingjing, but when they walked past each other, they turned their heads to glance at the same time, and they both saw Xiao Suo in each other's eyes, no one was more than the other.

"...Take care." Ji Mingjing said lightly, and walked down the stairs.

Wen Li returned to the ward, and Vince was still lying quietly. He sat down in front of him, touched the back of his hand lightly, and stroked his slender fingers carefully.

The entire hand was already swollen obviously due to the infusion, and the place where the needle was buried was still a little black and blue. Wen Li looked up at the remaining amount of the drip, thinking that after today's infusion was over, he had to apply Vince's hand again.

Wen Li lifted the quilt. The liquid was too cold, and Vince's hands and feet were prone to coldness. He rolled up the trouser legs of his hospital gown, held his calf with his hands, and massaged gently and slowly.

The few scars on the legs were already very shallow, Wen Li looked at them, and suddenly felt the bones in his palm tremble slightly.

Wen Li was taken aback. He thought he felt wrong, so he quickly held his breath and looked again carefully.

But there is no more movement...

It was the first time in three days that hope was approaching, and it was so suddenly lost. Wen Li's whole body felt as if the blood had been drained suddenly after being nervous, and he felt completely cold.

He forced himself to calm down, got up and went to the doctor's office.

Vince thought he was dead, but when he opened his eyes again, he found a very familiar place.

In the small open room, there are beds, tables and chairs, sofa, TV, and even green radishes and spider plants that are still shiny and lush on the window sill. The TV has not been dusty, and the golden retriever dog on the balcony is lying quietly, as if the owner has never left.

It was his home in the original world.

The alarm clock rings at 06:30 in the morning.

When Paipai heard the sound, he got up and ran to the bed wagging his tail.

Vince picked up his phone and looked at the calendar. It was September 2013, 9. He was 28 years old and still in college.

So not only did he come back, but the time went back eight years. Vince seemed to be dreaming, but when he wanted to recall, he found that there was only the word "eight years" in his memory, and nothing else.

What happened in eight years, and what happened eight years later?Can't even remember.

He walked around the house in a daze, looking at every tiny decoration in the house, trying to find something, but unfortunately he couldn't find anything, he didn't even know what he was looking for.

It was getting late, he had to wash up and make breakfast.

The ingredients in the refrigerator were also just bought yesterday, fresh vegetables and eggs, he ordered a bowl of noodles, and after eating, put an appropriate amount of dog food for Pat, then cleaned himself up, and took it downstairs after Pat finished eating Went around for 10 minutes.

I met old people in the community, some were doing Tai Chi, some were chatting with baskets, and when they saw Vince, they greeted him kindly.

The people living in the old community are all employees from the same factory, and they are very familiar with each other. There are also children running past with their schoolbags on their backs, and their parents chase after them to slow down.

Paipai likes to go out, 10 minutes in the morning and 10 minutes in the evening, it is the most exciting time of the day.

After sending it home again, Vince patted its head, packed up and went to school.

"There are three more weekends left, I can stay with you longer then, good boy."

"Wow!" Pat wagged his tail, as if he understood.

Because he didn't want to leave home, Vince went to a university that was very close to the same city, and he didn't live in the school. Half an hour by bicycle was enough to go back and forth.

The morning breeze in late summer and early autumn was very comfortable on people's faces. Vince pedaled his bicycle fast, feeling comfortable, and seemed to want the wind to blow away the inexplicable chaos in his mind.

On the campus, there were just twos and threes of students at the entrance of the first cafeteria. Vince had already parked his bicycle, and started his morning reading at the back of the teaching building where he was about to attend classes, beside the worn long chair.

Vince’s schedule is very full. He goes to school the earliest every day. When others are in the dormitory at noon and evening, he will work in the school’s coffee shop. After returning home, he will teach homework for the junior high school students downstairs to earn tuition and living expenses. , although a little tired, but very fulfilling.

During this period, he also has friends who treat each other sincerely, but he has not yet entered that circle.

that circle...

what is itVince was lying on the bed, staring at the green radish on the window sill, which was covered with a layer of silver light under the moonlight. He sat up and suddenly felt that the surroundings seemed a little illusory, but when he touched them, they were all real.

Strange, obviously the same as before?

But the peaceful days passed day after day, and Vince still felt as if something was different.

Occasionally, he would feel that someone around him was looking at him, but when he looked back, there were only teachers and students passing by on campus, or pedestrians strolling on the street.

The pace of this city is not fast, stop, there is a frame of scenery everywhere.

Vince thought in a daze that there should be a person in such a landscape.

who can that be?

On Saturday, Vince took Pat to the outdoor park on the mountain, where there is a large piece of wild lawn, which he likes to run freely on.

But this time suddenly there was a moment when Pat stopped, jumped left and right into the air, and wagged his tail happily.

It was as if someone he knew was standing opposite him.

Vince became more and more aware that there was a wonderful sixth sense about who was around him. In fact, he should be a little scared, but Vince didn't know it at all.

He felt that that person was very warm, and that he was beside him, like the morning sun and the evening moonlight, as comfortable as breathing.

Vince would stop sometimes and smile into the air.

"who are you?"

No one responded.

Vince felt silly, but was so happy, it was as if he had broken into another dimension and found a special partner.

No one else knows the existence of "him", only he knows.

Vince thought that life would go on like this. He would finish college smoothly in this city and find a stable job.

But vaguely, I feel that this should not be the case.

"Tell me, what exactly do I want to do?"

With the pen between his fingers, Vince looked out the window of the library with his chin resting. It was sunny outside, and the maple trees half-dyed by autumn began to shed their first leaves.

Vince suddenly turned his head subconsciously, but at the quiet door of the reading room, there were only students passing by with books between them.

Even though there was no wind, the paper at hand turned up inexplicably and slowly fell to the ground. Vince recovered and bent down to pick it up.

But he was stunned——

The staggered sunlight and tree shadows under the tables and chairs slowly traced lines on the paper.

Very gentle handwriting, so gentle that when Vince saw it, he seemed to be able to imagine in his mind what the person who wrote this word should look like.

What surprised him even more was that those handwritings ended up in a few sentences.