NABC Chapter 39 2 more
Chapter 39 2 more
This was Song Xici's first active communication since he was hospitalized for so long. He wrote on the sketch paper brought by Huo Chengying and asked Song Yanting what was wrong and why he went home in a wheelchair.
Cheng Xiuhe didn't want to hide it from him, so he also wrote to tell him that Song Yanting had received the news when he had an accident, and rushed to look for him at the Observation Terrace. He was in a car accident by speeding in a rainstorm, but the injury was not serious, otherwise it wouldn't have happened. Get out of the hospital so soon.
He was a little dazed after reading it. He is not very active now, and Cheng Xiuhe couldn't tell what emotion he was in. He just looked at the big trees outside the window of the ward. Those big trees had lush branches and leaves. The night's wind and rain broke up, and it fluttered to the ground. A few rays of sunlight fell on his face through the glass window, as white as a transparent glass vessel.
"Xiuhe, please help me sell the house and transfer me to the general ward." Song Xici said, "It will cost a lot of money for me to be hospitalized. I can't owe you too much."
He hadn't spoken for too long, his voice was hoarse like a broken radio.
Cheng Xiuhe probably didn't want to sell it for him, and didn't want him to go to other wards. He danced and said a lot, but gradually, he lowered his hands and closed his mouth. He forgot, and Song Xici couldn't hear at all.
Seeing that he hadn't moved, Song Xici smiled at him, "Thank you."
Cheng Xiuhe's lips twitched, but he didn't say anything. He went out and transferred Song Xici to the ward.
Huo Chengying moved from the corner to Song Xici's bedside, and wrote in the sketchbook: Brother, you need to get well soon, we will leave here when you get better, they are all bad people, we will not associate with them anymore.
Song Xici raised his hand and patted Huo Chengying's head, "Okay."
Cheng Xiuhe quickly finished the treatment for Song Xici, and the nurse came over and pushed the hospital bed directly and put him in another ward. It happened that it was time for his infusion, so he gave him an injection by the way.
The doctor came in to make rounds. Besides him, there were two other patients living in this room. The beds could be separated by curtains. Song Xici couldn't hear and didn't move much. The other two families seemed to be aware of his condition. Well, never cross the curtain, Song Xici could hardly perceive the other two families.
However, when the doctor came to make rounds, he would see the doctor staying in front of the two beds. The doctor had a smile on his face, probably because the patient was recovering well.
The doctor came to check on Song Xici's situation, and asked many questions that Cheng Xiuhe answered. After talking for a while, the doctor took Huo Chengying's sketchbook and wrote to him: he is recovering well, and I will come here later Check the ear, after all, it is not a directly injured ear, it is still very hopeful.
Song Xici only nodded after reading it. He felt that he didn't care much about whether he could recover, but he couldn't recover. What should Huo Chengying do? Huo Chengfeng lives in Song's house, and Tong Xiaoshan would not accept her .
In the afternoon, the ENT doctor came to check Song Xici's ears, and dripped a drop of ice-cold liquid medicine in his ears. At that moment, the noise of the world returned to his ears, but soon he returned to his ears. He couldn't hear anything, but at that moment, he heard his doctor in charge advise Cheng Xiuhe: "Let him go to a psychiatrist..."
The ENT doctor wrote to ask him if he heard the sound just now. Song Xici nodded silently. He only lost his hearing, but now he seldom speaks, or even unwilling to speak.
The doctor checked some other things, and it took a while before he left the ward. Huo Chengying happily wrote to him: Brother, the doctor said that your ears will recover as your body improves, and you will recover your hearing in the future.
Song Xici wrote back: Thank you Yingying for always taking care of me.
After he finished writing this sentence, he wrote to Cheng Xiuhe: Go home, your parents will be worried if you stay in the hospital, and the house matters are bothering you.
Cheng Xiuhe frowned and looked at the sketchbook he held up. The writing on it was crooked, even worse than Huo Chengying, a primary school student, and Song Xici's fingers couldn't use much force. Didn't he think about walking by himself? What is he going to do?
Seeing that Cheng Xiuhe didn't move, he wrote again: Don't worry about me, I know my own body well.
Cheng Xiuhe quickly grabbed the sketchbook from his hand and squeezed it tightly, with an angry expression on his face, but after pinching for a while, he had no choice but to let go of his strength and returned the sketchbook to the Huo Chengying.
Cheng Xiuhe left.
Huo Chengying chased after a few steps, but quickly returned with the sketchbook in her arms, with a stubborn face: I will take care of my brother from now on, don't let me go too!
She drew a big exclamation point at the end to show her determination.
Song Xici took the sketchbook and replied to her: No.
Half a month later, Song Xici's hearing recovered a bit, and Huo Chengying could talk to him without a sketchbook, and he could get out of bed and walk around by himself, but he still couldn't use his strength.
In the morning, Huo Chengying went to fetch water for him to wash his face. He lay on the bed and closed his eyes to rest his mind. After a while, the hot and humid towel brushed her cheek.
Opening his eyes, he found that the person in front of him was not Huo Chengying, but Huo Chengfeng, whom he hadn't seen for a long time.
Song Xici thought that Huo Chengfeng would never see him again, but he looked at him with distress and guilt, "I'm sorry Xiaoci, I haven't seen you for so long, I was inconvenient before, and my mother was in a bad mood , I really don’t have the time.”
He shook his head and said it was okay. To be honest, the moment he saw Huo Chengfeng, he was extremely happy in his heart, feeling like he had lost it and found it again.
Huo Chengfeng helped him shake the bed up and sit up, wiped his face carefully, and asked Huo Chengying to pour out the iron that she brought to cool down, "Xiaoci, I didn't have time to discuss it with you before, but we have already talked about it." Well, the school matter, I am afraid that you will miss filling out the application, I have already registered for the school for you, you can take care of it with peace of mind, and when the school starts, I will pick you up, and I will find a good school for Yingying, we How about we live together then?"
Song Xici's eyes were hot, and he replied in an extremely hoarse voice: "Okay—how is brother?"
"Brother has basically recovered, there is a mother watching him, don't worry." Huo Chengfeng took care of him after washing up, and then brought him the soup.
What Huo Chengfeng brought was pure white crucian carp soup. After filtering out the residue, some small wontons were added to it. It was light and delicious.
Song Xici ate several mouthfuls in silence before asking the next sentence, "Brother, brother, does he blame me?"
"I don't blame you." After Huo Chengfeng finished speaking, he continued hesitantly: "Xiao Ci, there is something I don't want to hide from you... Big brother, he can't remember you. The doctor said it was because of the car accident. Stimulated to the head, selective amnesia."
"Really?" Song Xici didn't realize it, but the tears had rushed out of his eyes, slid across his cheeks, and dripped into his collar. Is Song Yanting unwilling to remember him? Selective amnesia, wanting to Choose to forget about yourself.
"Brother, don't cry." Huo Chengying climbed to the side of the bed and wiped his tears.
"I'm fine." After Song Xici finished speaking, he opened his mouth slightly to let Huo Chengfeng feed the little wonton into his own mouth. Huo Chengying wiped the tears on his face many times but failed to dry them, so he had to give up in the end.
After Song Xici fell off the cliff, he lost his mobile phone, and he hasn’t bought it for so long. In addition to bringing him meals, Huo Chengfeng also bought him a new mobile phone. The number was returned to his old one, and he even synchronized the communication for him. record.
He said that he couldn't stay in the hospital for too long. Song Yanting and Tong Xiaoshan were both in the company. He came here quietly while he was out on errands. Huo Chengfeng sighed deeply, "Mom doesn't want his brother to remember you, I changed your room into my study, but Xiao Ci, in my heart, that is your room. If you have anything to do, please contact me, I have to go back to the company first. "
Song Xici played with his new mobile phone and nodded.
As long as you know that Huo Chengfeng still cares about yourself, it doesn't really matter if you come to see him or not.
Not long after Huo Chengfeng left, Song Xici received a call from Cheng Xiuhe. He probably knew from Huo Chengfeng that he had a mobile phone. He scolded: "You still know that communication needs to be restored, I thought you were planning to enter the ancient times, and fly pigeons to pass on books."
"No." Song Xici refuted him, never buying a mobile phone, but because he didn't think he had anyone he wanted to contact.
"You are really good. I left in a fit of anger. You didn't plan to contact me. If I hadn't contacted Yingying, I wouldn't have known that your hearing had recovered." Cheng Xiuhe continued to complain, but in the end, he complained again. He said awkwardly: "I'll come to see you in the afternoon and tell you about your house."
That's actually not my house, but Song Yanting's, it's just my name written on it.
Song Xici actually didn't want to sell it. He felt that he was really despicable and pitiful like this. He was no longer the Song family, but he still lived by them, but what was the use of his bones? Huo Chengying couldn't support his bones .
Cheng Xiuhe didn't come over until the evening, just when Song Xici thought he had something to do and couldn't come today, Cheng Yuhan and his wife Su Ying came.
Song Xici seldom saw Su Ying, because Su Ying was in poor health and seldom went out, but he didn't expect that she would appear here, probably because he didn't break up with Cheng Xiuhe.
Huo Chengying was tightly next to Song Xici's hospital bed, staring angrily at the visitor like a hen guarding her cubs.
Su Ying coughed a few times weakly, took out a handkerchief to cover her lips and said, "Because you are still sick, we didn't want to come, but Song Xici, we didn't do any of the things you promised. arrive."
"What did I promise?" Song Xici asked curiously.
"Don't be stupid, you said you would break off contact with Xiuhe, you said you wanted Xu You to leave Xiuhe, but you didn't do anything, and now you let him do things for you, you treat Xiuhe as our family Your slave?" Su Ying became more and more excited as she spoke, and finally coughed violently, "You, look, all the scandals you have done have been exposed on the Internet, and you are compromising our peace, your reputation It's already smelly, why don't you bring us to make peace!"
The author says:
Moving today, can be said to be an epic disaster, exhausted