[Comprehensive] Bewitching life

Unit Seven: Strangers

After a long time, He Xin still thinks of Sima Nianzu.

They are just strangers to each other.

He was a memorable stranger.

Together it's like an unreal dream.

Thrilling, exciting, short.

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He Xin stared blankly at the scenery outside the window with a pen and pathology.

She is in a nursing home, a Hong Kong nursing home.

And a few months ago, she was still in the mainland, in a house she was familiar with.The earth-shaking changes have taken place in the blink of an eye, and I always feel that this is a completely incredible thing.

So, until now, she still has a sense of unreality.

She had just broken up with her that day, to be exact, she had just broken up with her boyfriend on her own initiative.It's hard to say what the reason is, but strictly speaking, it should be regarded as a personality mismatch.He Xin is a very strange girl, very similar to the kind of good girl in the traditional sense, but with a little rebellious personality inside.

There was nothing wrong with the ex-boyfriend who should be called. He was considered a standout among his peers. He didn't look handsome, but his smile gave off a very sunny feeling.

The sun is shining, people have no addictions, and he behaves so beautifully in front of her that he doesn't look like a real person.

When saying this, my best friend always said that she was picky, and sometimes she even thought she was too much, but when it came time to face each other, she couldn't help but pick the thorns.

Who can stand a girlfriend who always looks down on you?

So, we broke up peacefully.

Strangely, the day after the breakup, she went to another world, became another person, and had another life.

To this day, she still has no idea why this happened.In technical terms it is…

This unscientific.

"Ayan, call!" From a distance, Nancy, a new colleague who just met, called her by her current English name. Nancy is not the same as her. You can see the dimples, and the personality is very familiar, and it's quite pleasant to get along with.

Seeing this, He Xin sighed slightly.Still, life goes on.

He Xin didn't know the person who called, but it was related to someone she knew...

Sima Xiang, the old man who introduced her to work in the nursing home, passed away.

On the day of the funeral, He Xin's medical training course just ended.

The funeral was held indoors, with white flowers everywhere, and a choir. He Xin, who was wearing a black dress, looked at the huge black and white photo in front of her, feeling sad involuntarily.

On the day she died, did the funeral have such a grand ceremony?Will the ex-boyfriend go?Will the parents be sad?

Uncle Xiang is a stockbroker. The first time He Xin saw him was in prison. It is said that he was arrested for insider trading.He Xin actually doesn't know what insider trading is, and he still doesn't understand it until now, and he hasn't thought about trying to figure it out.

All she knew was an elder who would lend a helping hand to strangers. It was enough to understand this. Who didn't make mistakes?He is in prison, which means that he has paid for his mistakes.

Unexpectedly, she saw Uncle Xiang outside the prison in such a scene.

Inside is the place where the coffin was placed, and Uncle Xiang lay there peacefully.

Uncle Xiang's wife sat next to Uncle Xiang, perhaps to accompany him through the last journey.

"Excuse me?"

It was Uncle Xiang's son who was asking the question, standing behind his mother, like a guardian, guarding his family.

He Xin was stunned for a moment, although when he saw Uncle Xiang for the first time, he felt that he looked like an actor who used to have a familiar face but could not be named in Hong Kong dramas, but he did not expect that his son also looked like so much like an actor...

"My name is He Xin." Her expression was a little unnatural, her eyes fell on Sima Xiang, and her tone became much more pure: "I used to be a volunteer in charge of Uncle Xiang. Uncle Xiang...he is a good person." The last sentence, Can not help but bring some emotion.

Sima Nianzu was not stupid, on the contrary, he was actually very smart, so he sensed He Xin's intention to save face for his father.The volunteer is the volunteer I met in the prison. The intersection of his father and the volunteer should be there.

Nodding to the quiet girl in front of him, Sima Nianzu thanked him sincerely: "I'm interested."

Thinking of the old man's help, He Xin shook her head in shame: "He helped me a lot, but I can only do this."

Granny Sima, who had been silent all this time, suddenly turned to He Xin: "Are you Yan?"

Facing He Xin's puzzled expression, Mrs. Sima continued to say expressionlessly: "He told me about you."

She turned to her son: "During your absence, it was this Miss He who accompanied your father."

When Sima Xiang was in prison, Sima Nianzu was a soldier in Singapore, and Mrs. Sima could not visit the prison many times. Therefore, most of Sima Xiang saw He Xin, who was a volunteer. Xin Zheng was in a state of confusion and talked a lot with this old man.Be it life or the future, in Sima Xiang's mind, He Xin is like his daughter.

Sima Nianzu was a little moved, just about to say something, suddenly there was something different outside, it seemed that there were a lot more people who came to worship, and then a few people came in, the mood of Mrs Sima seemed to change Very emotional.

He Xin, who was standing aside, watched helplessly as several villains who looked like TVB villains approached, and watched as Mrs. Sima picked up the candlesticks on the stool and threw them at them, watching helplessly. The bodyguard behind the visitor fought with Sima Nianzu, and watched the injured Sima Nianzu walk out of the room.

She covered her mouth, which is what she does when she is frightened.

As an outsider, she just watched a play; as an insider, her current life is a play.

When Mrs. Sima saw He Xin trembling, the little girl was obviously frightened. She patted He Xin on the shoulder, and said comfortingly, "Go back first, thank you for coming to Ah Xiang's funeral. Arriving is enough."

He Xin raised her head and looked at Mrs. Sima in bewilderment. Her teeth were chattering, causing her lips to tremble too. She could even hear the slight sound of the upper and lower teeth colliding.In the end, she closed her mouth tightly and said nothing.

Gently nodding her head, He Xin clutched the backpack firmly in both hands, and left the auditorium slowly and with difficulty.

Unexpectedly, she saw Sima Nianzu outside the auditorium.

Sima Nianzu turned his back to He Xin. Looking from behind, he could only see his tall figure, broad shoulders, the suit on his body that fit tightly on his body, and the wisp of white smoke rising slowly, making him There was a hint of loneliness in his back.

For some reason, the flustered He Xin looked at the man in front of her, and gradually felt a sense of peace of mind.

People who have been soldiers, especially those who have undergone rigorous training, actually have a strong sixth sense. When He Xin came, Sima Nianzu already knew it. He didn't look back, he just wanted to be alone.It wasn't until He Xin stood still behind him that he turned around and silently looked at the girl who was a head shorter than him in front of him.

She lowered her head, took out the medicine and medical cotton from her backpack, walked up to help him apply the medicine without his consent, and said while applying the medicine: "It's better to tidy up, maybe there are other things later." guest."

She was right, it was my father's funeral, and he was his only son.

Sima Nianzu stopped still, and even lowered his head to cooperate with her.

Her eyes fell on her involuntarily. She was applying medicine to the wound on the corner of his mouth. Her fingers were slender and slender. Unlike ordinary girls, her nails were neatly cut without any extra embellishments. , looks clean and nice.

He Xin dipped a cotton swab into the liquid medicine, and applied it little by little to the corners of Sima Nianzu's mouth. When his lips twitched slightly, he would blow air carefully, as if this could help him relieve the pain.Under her clean and clear eyes, the originally ambiguous movements only had a pure and sacred meaning. She really only healed his wounds to help him heal them.The movements are very gentle, and the expression is very gentle to heal the wound.

Sima Nianzu instantly remembered when he was a child, he was very naughty since he was a child, and he often got injuries all over his body, but he didn't know where he got it. At that time, his father would severely reprimand him, and his mother would sit beside him, too. So unhurriedly rubbing the lotion on him, while nagging him, while persuading his father.Thinking about it now, that was the happiest time for him.

"All right."

After He Xin applied the potion, he completed the last step, took out a band-aid, and stuck it on the wound.

Sima Nianzu didn't respond, He Xin looked at him strangely.

Those few glances brought him back to reality, as if something was stuck in his throat and he couldn't say anything.He thought he somewhat understood his father's feelings, He Xin was a good girl, but it was a pity that she was not suitable to have anything to do with their family.

It was inappropriate for anyone to have anything to do with the family after his father died.

"Thank you," said two words indifferently, Sima Nianzu walked around He Xin towards the direction of the auditorium, looking forward, after a few steps, he stopped, turned his head to one side, I don't know if it was for He Xin, He still said to himself: "My father only has one son, and the others are just passers-by to us." The soft voice had a very cold tone.

A passerby, just a passerby.

Although I don't quite understand why Uncle Xiang's son's attitude changed so suddenly, He Xin has always been a person who respects other people's decisions, not to mention that this person is the son of a senior who once took care of her.Since he doesn't want to be disturbed by others, she won't force it. Strangers are strangers, and it's no different to her, although... She thinks it's a pity, a pity that she doesn't know why.

"it is good."

Nodding politely, He Xin left with her bag on her back.

He Xin didn't turn her head. If she turned her head, she would see the person who said to leave first, standing there and looking at her silently.Sima Nianzu didn't turn back to the funeral until her back disappeared into the corner of the street.

[Five years later, in 2010, Chang'an Sanatorium]

The balcony on the second floor of the nursing home is He Xin's favorite place to stay.Looking over from here, the eyes are full of lush plants.It looks similar on the surface, but when you look closely, it is actually not the same.

The scenery is not exactly the same every year, every month, every day, or even every minute.

The world is always changing, and so are people—like herself.

How long have you been here?Come to this strange yet familiar world.He Xin didn't know, and didn't really want to know.

There are flowers of different colors blooming in the yard, a gust of wind blows gently, and a faint fragrance floats in front of you.

It was under such circumstances that He Xin saw Sima Nianzu again, the man who looked a lot like Wu Yanzu.He was wearing plain khaki slacks, a white T-shirt, and a black cardigan with his hair pulled up.Standing beside Mrs. Sima, he felt as sensitive as before. He Xin just looked down, and he had already raised his head and saw where she was.

When the four eyes met, it was difficult to tell exactly what was thinking, what the other party was thinking, maybe it was just a simple glance, and there were no other factors in it.At least for He Xin, she only saw Sima Nianzu's deep eyes.

It's just a matter of a few seconds, and the result of the line of sight intersecting is a stagger, just like two intersecting straight lines, which can only go farther and farther in the end.He Xin didn't even see the first half of the route when Sima Nianzu came. His figure disappeared into the lush forest and entered the auditorium at the main entrance of the nursing home.

Thumping, thumping, I suddenly found that my heartbeat became faster, and it seemed that I became a little excited, a little jumpy, and a little nervous.Although, even she herself didn't know why this little thing in her chest was so excited and nervous.

"Ayan!"

It was still Nancy who called her, but five years was enough to turn a young girl in love into a sweet married woman.Yes, Nancy, this little girl who is a few years younger than her is married.Although it was said that she was married with a son, He Xin had met her husband. He was a gentle-looking man, a bit like a big brother next door, and he actually matched the little girl very well.Every time her husband is mentioned, the little girl always has a sweet and happy expression on her face.

"The dean said that there are new elderly people who want to live in, and let you go over."

new old man?For some reason, He Xin's mind flashed the cold faces of Mrs. Sima and Sima Nianzu who had just appeared downstairs.Is it for this reason?She couldn't believe it.

Unconsciously, He Xin's pace quickened a lot.Walk through the marble-decorated corridor and walk on the special wooden floor in the nursing home with light steps.

"Dean." Facing his immediate superior, he could see the figures of three people near the front desk from a distance.It seemed that they were going through hospital procedures, and He Xin walked a little faster.

"Yeah." The dean nodded.

This dean is the dean of Chang'an Sanatorium.Chang'an Nursing Home is a charity established to care for patients with dementia.The dean is already very old. He has a dense beard, some silver threads in his hair, a pair of glasses, and a serious-looking suit.On the surface, he looks sanctimonious, but he is actually a very easy-going person, at least He Xin thinks so.

"This is Mr. Sima, and that is Mrs. Sima's mother, Mrs. Sima. Today I brought Mrs. Sima to go through the hospitalization procedures," the dean introduced to several people: "This is Miss He from the nursing home. What's the matter?" You can ask her for help if you need it.”

Seeing the dean leave, He Xin didn't know whether to breathe a sigh of relief or to be unable to bring it up, he was flustered.It's no wonder that when I first met the dean, I felt very familiar. Now that I think about it, I finally know what's going on.

Traveling through this kind of thing is really not something everyone can bear.

The author has something to say: I originally wanted to write a prank, but the TV series was too long, and there were two more, so I didn't finish watching it.

I'll write the next one.

I flipped through the saved manuscripts I wanted to write before, and found this article. If I continue to write like this, I hope to fill in all the previous pits.

The fellow of "Eavesdropping 2", the movie is good, the male lead is still Azu who is so handsome that he has no friends, ying ying ying.

Also, this article won't be too long, and the male lead won't live long, so the ending will probably die...I have to think about whether or not to let him die.

Good night, okay!