Here Angels Come [Comprehensive]

Bo Yeling was holding flowers on the way to the hospital.

Things are a little sudden.She works night shift this week, so she has some free time to come out during the day. Su Yeling originally wanted to use this time to get familiar with the city of Shizuoka, but unexpectedly met the policeman who was on duty, from the policeman The husband heard the news that the dog house was hospitalized.

The policeman didn't mention the details of the case, but simply told Bo Yeling that there was a robbery and wounding case a few days ago, and the dog house was injured in order to protect the hostage.

The dog house is the person that Bo Yeling has been taking care of her since she came to this world. The worried Bo Yeling asked for the address of the hospital, and Dang even planned to turn to the dog house first.

After buying flowers, it was just after noon when Bo Yeling arrived at the hospital. She encountered a lot of accosts along the way, and was given a lot of business cards.After tidying up at the entrance of the hospital hastily, Bo Yeling walked into the gate.

But this municipal hospital is too big, there are two buildings in the inpatient department alone.

Bo Yeling went to the nurse's station to ask, and the cat-eared little nurse on duty seemed to be a newcomer to the intern. She looked up on the computer for a long time in a panic before giving Bo Yeling a ward number of 315, and Bo Yeling followed the ward number. Go all the way to the floor of the single patient room area.

The single ward area of ​​this hospital is also known as the special care area, which is isolated from the general ward and looks much quieter.

Bo Yeling carried the flower all the way to the door of the ward, knocked three times politely, and then pushed it away, "Excuse me..."

The room is a little cold, which is probably the first thing everyone will notice when they step into this ward.

Even though the bright sunlight came in from the window, illuminating the entire white ward, there was still a lingering chill in the room, as if it was isolated from the outside world.

Before Bo Yeling's senses could get rid of this coldness, he saw the person sitting by the bed heard her voice and turned to look at her.

The people in the room are not dog houses.

It was a young woman with tired eyes and silver hair, and she looked at Bo Yeling with some surprise in her eyes.

But soon, her expression calmed down, her eyes gently looked at the silver-haired girl holding the flower, and she asked softly, "Did you go to the wrong room?"

Her voice echoed in the quiet ward, appearing gentle and lonely.

When Bo Yeling heard the woman's question, she came back to her senses. When she looked back, she accidentally glanced at the window sill, but saw iron fences wrapped round and round outside the sunny window, like a beautifully woven birdcage.

Bo Yeling went back to the door of the room to check the room number again. The ward number at the door was indeed 315, but the name written under the number was not the dog house, but Hong Leng.

"I'm sorry, I should have gone by the wrong way." In this case, it was obvious that the nurse made a mistake, so Bo Yeling had to bow down and apologize first.

The woman sitting by the bed smiled a little alienatedly, and spoke softly: "It's okay."

The girl standing at the door was holding flowers in her arms, and she knew at a glance that she was visiting someone in the hospital.

He stared at the girl who broke in by mistake with a cold smile.The girl didn't know which family she was from, but she looked like she was favored by the gods. The moment she entered the door with silver hair and blue eyes and a bouquet of flowers, it was like a closed world suddenly casting a ray of skylight, fresh and bright.

After a few hasty conversations, the girl seemed to be about to leave, and reached out to grab the door she had pushed open.

But when she was about to back away, she suddenly hesitated again. The girl's sky-like eyes looked at Hong Leng, and hesitantly asked some inexplicable words, "Aren't you cold?"

Hong Leng was a little puzzled, and then he thought that the other party might be worried about her because of the low temperature in the room.

So Hong Leng shook his head lightly, his attitude was always kind and gentle, "It's okay, this is my personality."

The girl holding the flower frowned slightly, still incomprehensible, "In this way, won't it be cold?"

The girl asked very lightly and slowly, her blue eyes reflected the snow-white ward and her imprisoned there like a mirror.

Hong Leng finally realized that the girl was not asking her about temperature or not. She was at a loss for a moment and couldn't answer this question.

Bo Yeling was still standing at the door, probably to see that Hong Leng didn't show any offended expression, she held the doorknob for a while and then continued to ask: "Well... can I chat with you?"

Bo Yeling actually knew how presumptuous she was, but maybe it was because of this cage-like room, maybe it was because the silver-haired woman in the room was very gentle when she smiled, maybe it was because even though she smiled so softly, those eyes were still the same. Feeling lonely, Bo Yeling suddenly closed the door and left without seeing anything.

After all, the elf's perception is too keen, even though no one else asks her for help, she still wants to lend a helping hand.

Hong Leng, who was sitting by the window, stared at Bo Yeling for a while, then smiled again, and nodded towards Bo Yeling.

Bo Yeling closed the door, put the flowers on the locker next to the door, and then walked into Hong Leng beside the bed.

Under the gaze of the other party, she found a chair and sat down. She also smiled and introduced herself: "My name is Ling, where is my sister?"

Bang Leng was provoked by the voice of sister, different from the gentle smile before, her eyebrows and eyes were finally a little more vivid, "Ah Ling can't call me sister, after all, my children are now They should be older than you."

"Huh?!" Bo Yeling looked in disbelief.

Although Bo Yeling didn't expect to have a good chat with Hong Leng, but he didn't expect that the atmosphere would be harmonious at the beginning.

She sat on the chair and talked to Hong Leng, mostly talking about her own things. After all, she just came to this world not long ago, and she doesn't understand many things, so some ironic things will always happen.

Hong Leng will listen to her carefully, listen to her talk about her recent daily life, tell short jokes she saw in magazines, and talk about the little troubles she encountered.

As she listened, she couldn't help laughing at these trivial and lovely daily routines.

In the middle of speaking, Hong Leng got up and poured a glass of water for Bo Yeling.When she came back with water, she saw Bo Yeling stretching out her hand to smooth her own long hair. Reflecting the sunlight outside the window, the silver hair with a slight halo was falling down her thin and straight back, with a beautiful arc.

She watched, and couldn't help but reached out and touched the top of the girl's hair, "A Ling's hair just happens to be the color I like."

Hong Leng's fingers were a little cold, and at the moment of touching, Bo Yeling passively started backtracking.

Those are continuous flashbacks, like the old film in the old era, every picture full of light and shadow texture has been rubbed, and the edges are blurred and faded.

Bo Yeling saw the girl in the full-length mirror. She was wearing an unfamiliar uniform, clasped her hands obediently in front of her, and was smiling innocently at the mirror.

Undoubtedly, her student days were carefree. She was surrounded by vague friends, favored by respected teachers, and sought after by boys in the school.

The girl in the mirror seems to have the brightest and most beautiful future, just like the most beautiful and kind princess in fairy tales, who will always wait until the prince or knight comes to kiss her fingertips and skirt corners. Care and love.

But she did not wait for a prince, nor a knight.

Those flashback clips are no longer smooth, like the machine playing the old film is stuck, or the story has reached an unspeakable turning point.

Everything becomes clearer, those tender old photo-like textures are gone, everything is realistic to cruel, the owner of these memories seems to have thought of these pictures countless times, so they wiped these memories clearly and clearly, There was a touch of shame and embarrassment.

The father and mother in the memory are sitting upright, the father is talking, and the mother is looking at her silently and worriedly.

Turning around again, she stood in front of the mirror again, dressed in Bai Wugou, her eyes were dazed and at a loss what to do.

She is a girl who was brought up to be gentle and docile. Even though she was forced to marry by a man she didn't like, after she was sure that the family's wishes could not be reversed, she suppressed everything and obeyed the will of the elders.

She thought that the other party was at least a great hero, and she thought that she would try to be an excellent wife, and she thought that maybe everything against her wishes wasn't too bad, maybe everything would be better.

Then she became pregnant.Shiyue conceived and gave birth, and the hardships were hard to describe, but after she carried her over, her husband just came to see her.

That look, that look at a crying child, seemed to be making some kind of judgment.

She was very panicked at the time, and she didn't understand why she was panicking. What else could make her husband dissatisfied?Is it a child?or her?

Later, she learned that she was just a reproductive tool, used to produce her husband's ideal offspring.

So all previous expectations for a happy family came to an abrupt end.

The picture behind began to be smudged continuously, and everything in front of me seemed to be covered with a layer of water curtain, so everything I saw was distorted by the water light, making it bizarre.

Bo Yeling thought for a few seconds before realizing that the water curtain was tears, and that was the world she saw when she cried.

Perhaps that grotesque world is the real one, and she was forced to perform the duties of her tool in that real world.

She gave birth to the first child, she gave birth to the second child, and she gave birth to the third child. If the fourth child was not born in line with her husband's ideal, she didn't know if she would continue to have children and gave birth to the third child. Five, sixth, seventh, until this body can no longer reproduce, until she is completely broken.

But even that world is not without redemption.

Her children, her children who were neglected or valued, she watched them grow up from the little lump, taught them to call mother, smiled and hugged and kissed them and poured all her love on them.

She thought maybe everything wasn't so bad, she could raise her children and watch them grow into good people one by one.

She thinks that she will never force her children to do anything, she will listen carefully to what the children think and respect them, and she thinks that she can use all of herself to become a real mother.

Suddenly, it went dark, and before Bo Yeling had time to recover from the thought-filled images, he saw a man's face frowning tightly in front of him.

She held the young son in her arms with some fear, and endured the harshness of the other party. She smiled reluctantly, wanting to protect the child in her arms.

She wanted to touch the child's head, but suddenly found that the other half of the child was very much like his father. She let go of her hand just now, as if being scalded by the fiery red half.

Then everything was out of control, she became more and more nervous, more and more frightened, her eyes shrank and her nerves were tense.

Finally one night, in extreme fear, she accidentally threw the scalding kettle into her child's face.

She finally broke down.

Then... nothing later, and for many years since then, she stayed in the hospital, blank.

Bo Yeling woke up from the recalled memory, a few seconds had not passed, Hong Leng was still smiling and looking at her hair, and was handing her the water glass.Bo Yeling took the water glass and wanted to say thank you, but her throat felt stagnant.

After drinking the water with the cup in his hand, Bo Yeling wanted to continue talking to Hong Leng, but the closed door was knocked suddenly, and then pushed open.

The one who pushed the door was a nurse with a file bag. She was supposed to be on a daily rounds. She was obviously taken aback when she saw that there were more people in the room, and frowned slightly.

The hospital's regulations are very clear, people who are not immediate family members and have not been approved by relatives are not allowed to visit patients here casually.

Hong Leng explained to Bo Yeling that he went to the wrong ward, and also said that he wanted to chat with the little girl so he stayed.

She has lived in this hospital for many years, and most of the doctors and nurses know her well. Seeing her insistence, the nurses are no longer stubborn. They only say that the visiting time is limited every day. Today it is better to ask the visiting people to leave first.

Bo Yeling didn't want to embarrass others, so he had no choice but to leave.

She said goodbye to Hong Leng, walked to the door, and held the doorknob under the watchful eyes of the nurse.

Obviously they were talking and laughing before, and when they laughed, they seemed to be able to dispel all the silence and coldness in the room, but now that she walked to the door, the room seemed to return to the way it was before she came.

The cold room filled with sunlight was squeezed into a line by the gradually closing door, and at the same time as the door buckle snapped, Bo Yeling suddenly felt an indescribable depression.

Impulsively, she suddenly pushed the door open again, and looked at her in surprise, and asked: "Can I still come to see you again?"

The woman in the room smiled. She seemed to understand Bo Yeling's thoughts for a moment, so she smiled gently and said, "Please come."

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