Case File Compendium

Xie Qingcheng lived in the nursing home in New York according to the arrangement of Wei's family.

Wei Dongheng seemed to be afraid that he would suddenly run away, instead of 24-hour surveillance, it was better to send someone to watch him all the time to ensure that he would live well.

In fact, Wei Dongheng didn't have to be so nervous. Since Xie Qingcheng promised that Xie Xue would cooperate with the treatment, he would not break his promise.Although this body is useless to him, as long as he needs a candle in the long dark night, he can continue to burn his remnant body until it turns into ashes.

The treatment continued day after day, and the medicine was swallowed.

However, the curative effect was not ideal, and Xie Qingcheng's spirit had collapsed.A person's body is like a container. When the container is broken and cannot be repaired, no matter how much soup is poured into it, it will not help.

The only thing that could make Xie Qingcheng regain some vitality was the matter of sorting out the materials for Qin Ciyan.

This seems to be his last spiritual support.

After a person is abroad, the domestic affairs are like the past and the sea. The difference between mountains and rivers is not only the distance, but also the time.Xie Qingcheng's life became extremely boring, tedious, and even depressed. He woke up at six o'clock every morning, carefully sorted out and repaired Qin Ciyan's notes, and then went for treatment. Table data...

The therapist told him not to use his eyes too much, so he set a lot of timers for himself and rested his eyes every half hour. During the rest, he would go to the window and look at the large green grassland and artificial lake outside.There is an unknown tree outside his window, which blooms pale pink delicate flowers. When the wind blows, the flowers fall and float on his desk. Apart from the books and pens, there is only the broken little tree on the desk. fire dragon.

"I didn't expect you to like such a cute thing." A nurse tried to chat with him, "Can I pick it up and have a look?"

Xie Qingcheng closed the book and looked at her quietly: "Sorry, please don't touch this."

He is so boring and taciturn, both blind and non-blind eyes are covered with the snow that keeps people thousands of miles away.

He has been in the United States for several months, and he has not smiled even once.

It is true that the news he has received during this period of time is not very good news.

The attack on Mandela Island by the military and police in Guangzhou City failed, with heavy casualties. Duan Wen has weapons beyond the normal level of technology, whether it is thermal weapons or chemical weapons, they are very advanced.

According to the surviving people, Mandela Island was transformed into a fortress full of traps. It was like a monster floating on the sea, with its stinky mouth open, ready to engulf any human being who dared approach it.

Not long after, news came from the Huzhou Detention Center that Wei Rong was mentally disturbed and wantonly revealed important information related to the organization during the interrogation, which triggered the security chip implanted in her body, and the chip was injected into her body instantly. After being exposed to the toxin, Wei Rong convulsed and foamed at the mouth, and lost consciousness in just over ten seconds, and died after rescue failed.

Although she died painfully and uglyly, she still got the advantage in the end. After all, she had not publicly apologized to the society and the people she killed, and she had already died.

News like this made Xie Qingcheng's coldness grow deeper and deeper.

He frowned almost all the time, and he didn't even stretch it when he was asleep.

Three months in the United States, walking dead, only the body is alive, the soul does not know where to go, moreover, worry and shock, blindness in the eyes... It is clearly in the world, but it is no different from hell.

As for He Yu, I don't know if he hated him too much, but after having other dreams under the ferris wheel at first, Xie Qingcheng never dreamed of him again.

At Christmas time, the nursing home finally agreed to let Xie Qingcheng go out for a walk.

Of course, there must be someone following in the dark, and they dare not let the Wei family's accountant have an accident.

Xie Qingcheng put on a black woolen coat, which seemed to be thicker than his own.He was walking in the downtown area, there was light snow in the sky, the Christmas tree was lit up, and there were crowds of people on the road—couples, couples, parents and children, families... They were busy shopping before the festival, carrying big Bao Xiaobao walked on the street, his face was filled with a bright smile that was very far away to Xie Qingcheng.

Only he was alone.

When he came to Brooklyn, it was even more lively - he finally arrived here, the place where Qin Ciyan studied when he was young.

Lao Qin once described a flower shop to him, saying that besides going to the aquarium, that flower shop was his favorite.When Lao Qin said these words to him, he was smiling, with some mischievousness of an old man. He said that when he was studying, he admired the girl in the flower shop the most. Cute little freckles, loves to wear a royal blue dress all year round, with a linen white apron embroidered with the logo of the flower shop, the girl is busy outside the shop painted peacock green, she always shouts loudly when she sees him passing by Call him to buy a bouquet of lilies.

This shop is a small shop guarded by the family and has been open for more than 60 years.

Xie Qingcheng found the shop easily, and the shop owner was very busy preparing the Christmas bouquets ordered by customers - she was among the thousands of flowers, like a fairy tale character who came out of a story told by Lao Qin, still with two thick Braids, navy blue dress, freckles, piercing eyes.

It's just getting old.

The little girl back then is now a mother-in-law with wrinkles on her face, only the light in her eyes has not faded, and is still full of vitality and fragrance.

Xie Qingcheng suddenly envied her at that moment.

"Sir, do you want to buy flowers?"

"Yes." Xie Qingcheng walked into the warmly decorated flower room, looked around, and finally said, "I want a bouquet of lilies."

The mother-in-law carefully wrapped the flowers in red-gold paper and handed them to Xie Qingcheng.He took the flowers and got into the taxi again, and reported an address on his mobile phone.

An hour later, he came to a small white house on the outskirts of the city, looked at the nameplate on the newspaper box, walked through the garden surrounded by a small hedge in front of the house, and knocked on the door.

The door opened, and there stood a beautiful little half-race girl, looking at him with big blue eyes.Then Qin Rongbei's husband came out of the house - he and his daughter came to the nursing home to see Xie Qingcheng, and they both recognized him clearly - he stepped forward to hug Xie Qingcheng, and took the bouquet of pale pink lilies .

"She hasn't been in too much pain these years." In the warm living room with a fireplace, Qin Rongpei's husband brought tea and snacks. He looked at Xie Qingcheng's thinner and thinner face and said, "But her The pain seems to be on your body. Xie Sheng, can you have some ginger biscuits? We baked them ourselves."

Xie Qing thanked him, and took a piece from the biscuit box with bear printed on it, and ate it slowly.

"When she was alive, she made more delicious biscuits than I did." When the man mentioned his wife, his expression was very gentle, "In fact, she is excellent in everything she does. Although many people hated her before She, she does scientific research, and some people joked about her saying that the laboratory is not a place for women to enter, and girls should marry early. She exposed the shady scene of a charitable foundation here, and some people said that she had ulterior motives and other plans She ran around giving speeches for women and children, and some people questioned her as a show—even she and I got married because of love, and came here, and some lunatics said that she had forgotten her ancestors, how did she learn to be successful, and married me, a foreigner. But I am her family, and I understand what she has done in her life. No matter what others say, she insisted on doing the right thing she wanted to do. So Xie Sheng—”

The man refilled his cup with hot tea.

"She was kidnapped back then, but she still chose to protect your secrets. I think she must have considered it carefully. If she can talk to you soberly later, she will definitely tell you that she has no regrets. She didn't do it for her. I regret any of my decisions."

"If I had known that you were doing such an experiment for her, those medicines were obtained by torturing your own body..." The man shook his head, "We wouldn't agree."

"Mom said that she is a scientist, she is not afraid of death, what she is afraid of is mistakes." Qin Rongpei's daughter, who was decorating the Christmas tree at the side, suddenly turned around and told Xie Qing like this.

The man smiled gently: "You heard me, we all think so."

"..."

"Xie Sheng, we didn't do anything to make ourselves regret, so you don't have to blame yourself. You have to treat the illness properly, and then, organize all the notes of his father-in-law during his lifetime."

Before Xie Qingcheng left, the father and daughter gave him a Christmas present.

He opened it, and it was a painting framed in an oak frame. It was the painting "My Family" that was drawn by Qin Rongbei during his lifetime and was included in the photo album.It's just that the face that was originally blank in the picture, which belonged to Xie Qingcheng, has been filled in now.

"I drew it." Qin Rongbei's daughter said, "Mom has never seen you when she was awake, she can't draw your face, but I can."

Xie Qingcheng carefully put away the gift, said goodbye to the two, and got into the taxi.

He looked at the sketches in the frame all the way until he returned to the street near the nursing home.

"Let's get down here." Xie Qingcheng said, "There is still a little way to go, I want to walk back by myself."

So check out and get off.

He went to a nearby jewelry store and bought some adhesive tape to fix the picture frame on the wall. When he returned to the hospital, he fixed the picture frame on the wall next to the bed.

"my family"

My family, by my side.

My family, after tonight, after every night, will always be with me.

We get together through life and death, but he is missing.

Because he didn't do anything wrong, but loved me.

Because I failed everyone, only him.

The shadow of the moon outside the window is bright and clear.

The snow melted, the flowers bloomed, and in a blink of an eye, the world has come to a gentle spring.

Xie Qingcheng's condition has been repeated over and over again, it can't be said that it has improved too much, but it has not deteriorated, and he has been living like this, and there has never been any disturbance in his eyebrows.

The days are repeated day by day.

Until one evening when it was raining lightly, Xie Qingcheng bought a bouquet of lilies from the flower shop in Brooklyn and was about to raise his hand to take a taxi when he suddenly received a call.

The call was from Wei Dongheng, and after the call was connected, Wei Dongheng's uncontrollable excited voice came from the loudspeaker: "Brother, it was a little earlier... I was not prepared at all... I was born this morning... "

Xie Qingcheng stopped suddenly.

Because Xie Xue went into labor suddenly, much earlier than the expected date, Xie Qingcheng did not expect that it would be now, on this seemingly ordinary night.

Someone in the garden restaurant in the distance happened to be having a birthday, and the sound of birthday songs floated from the hazy drizzle.

The lights on the side of the road reflected in his pupils, Xie Qingcheng's eyes finally had some light for the first time in these months.

There seemed to be a lot of people celebrating and cheering on the other end of the phone. Amidst the noise, the phone was handed to a person.Xie Xue's gentle and weak voice reached Xie Qingcheng's ears across the ocean and sea.

"Brother, it's a little girl...you are now an uncle."

……

A phone call ended somehow, and this was the best news he had heard in these days.He almost wanted to smile, but the corner of his mouth seemed to be rusted, and he couldn't move it.

The rain hit the surface of his umbrella, and the sound of tick-tock was tapping.

When the wind blew, suddenly, the gauze that covered his bouquet was blown away, and the gauze flew up into the air, and landed on the opposite side of the road, where it was picked up by a boy wearing rain boots and holding a small transparent umbrella.

The boy was about seven or eight years old, crossed the road looking left and right, and came to Xie Qingcheng's side with short legs.

He raised his head, held the piece of veil, and looked at him under the umbrella, and then he said to him like He Yu when he first met: "Sir, your things have been lost."

Just this moment.

Xie Qingcheng was holding the phone, amidst the birth of a new life and the reflection of the old one, his remnant body seemed to be suddenly and roughly filled with emotions that belonged to a living person that had not been seen for a long time.

The corners of his lips, his eyebrows, and his face, which hadn't expressed any expression in the past year, suddenly showed great grief-it was obviously something he should be happy about, but he looked at the bewildered man in front of him. Little guy, for some reason, couldn't bear it any longer, bent down in the drizzle of spring twilight, and finally wept bitterly...

"Sir, sir? What's wrong with you?" Seeing this, the boy stepped forward and took his hand, "You... Did something happen to you, can I help you?"

Since Xie Qingcheng could remember, he had never cried like this before.

And on the streets of New York, in this place where no one would know him, and after all, no one would remember him, after a full year of his distraught, he finally couldn't stand it anymore, and tears flowed down his face drip.The hot, fiery tears were like the blood flowing from his heart.

He looked at the child before him with the blind eye and the seeing eye.

The child's figure was blurred, and he seemed to see his little ghost standing in front of him again, saying to him: "Xie Qingcheng, look, a new life will come, but I have been gone for a year..."

A year has passed, Xie Qingcheng.

The dead are turned to ashes.

The new life finally came to the side.

It's time to let go...

It's time for anyone to let go.

But Xie Qingcheng knew he couldn't do it.

He raised his hand to cover his wet eyelashes, his heart ached like a choke in his throat.

Xie Qingcheng choked with sobs, he knew that he would never be able to let go of all this.He may rejoice in the new birth, but he is doomed to live forever among the dead.

He will not forget He Yu's past because of anything.

Just like at this moment, he took the drenched veil and said thank you—but he was still facing the kid in his memory who would never come back.

The boy who called him for the first time on the lawn more than ten years ago.