Chapter 15.

When I opened my eyes again, the white light in the room made my eyes hurt. I frowned and blinked, and then looked around again after getting used to the light: there were no star posters on the walls, and there was no trace of dirt. The goose yellow curtains were pulled up and hung beside the window. You could see the high sky through the bright window. The sofa in the corner, the chair beside the bed, the whole room was clean and tidy, but I couldn't find any popularity. I heard something in a trance. I turned my head and saw the infusion tube hanging in the air. The potions were "dripped" one by one, and after they gathered together, they flowed through the slender tube below, and finally entered my body through the needle on the back of my hand.

I lay on the bed for a while and felt like a rock was pressed on my chest. My heart had to work hard to afford every breath. I wanted to pull out the needle on my hand and shouted, crying and making a fuss, and even wanted to tear the wounds on my body to prove that I was just back in that nightmare. But I did nothing, I just lay there, looking at the ceiling, and crying expressionlessly. I was like an addict who was facing a drug addiction and was facing a collapse and regained the scenes in my dreams over and over again.

For those who smile at me, the love and happiness I feel, while the remaining warmth has not dissipated, I hold them tightly in my arms, trying to warm up my already frozen chest.

Someone opened the door and approached. It was the nurse who came to check the rounds. She looked at me with a surprised "ah" and ran out hurriedly. Not long after, some doctors and nurses came in outside the door to touch me and check this and that. I lay quietly and let them move. The nurse who found me awake stood in front of my bed and hesitated for a long time. Finally, she helped me up and changed into a new pillow. She walked out of the room with the pillow that was mostly wet. She looked at me. How to describe that look? Maybe it was the eyes of passers-by who saw a person with broken legs on the street bowing humbly and begging people for giving.

The room was quiet again, and I lay silently on the bed until the sun was about to set, and the sky outside the window was red, making the whole room seem to be about to burn. It was at this time that Yi Tian came, followed by two middle-aged women. After one of the women came in, he placed the food box held on the table beside the bed, took out a few small plates of cold dishes from it, and poured out some white porridge with a light heat from the thermos. After the other woman shook the bed, I could sit up, she picked up the bowl and walked in front of me, scooped some porridge with a spoon and looked at me, as if waiting for me to open my mouth.

"I'll do it myself." I whispered to her. As soon as I opened my mouth, I felt my throat was dry and uncomfortable. The voice was so hoarse that I couldn't even hear it clearly. The woman turned to look at Yi Tian and gave me the bowl after receiving his instructions. My hands were shaking violently. After a long time, I held the bowl firmly. My fingers couldn't use force. I almost couldn't hold the spoon several times. I lowered my head and drank the porridge in a sip. The warm white porridge made my throat and stomach feel much more comfortable.

Yi Tian sat next to him and handled the matter with the PDA in his hand until I finished eating the two women packed up and left him. "Yi Tian..." I thought I would thank him for the care I received in the hospital, but after I said that he must have thought I was acting hypocritical, so I simply asked him to help, "Well, can you please contact Aunt Li for me?" He didn't answer and didn't even raise his head. I was a little embarrassed and explained hesitantly: "I just wanted to ask her to help bury my mother." I don't know how long I'll lie on the bed, and I don't know how my mother's body is dealing with... If no one asks... there is a slight pain in my chest, I dare not think about it. Yi Tian finally took the PDA and looked up at me. He still had no emotions in his eyes, "It's already buried, in Songhe Cemetery."

Songhe Cemetery? I looked at him in question. This is a high-end cemetery in the suburbs of the city. How could it be there? Besides, Aunt Li, the one who can handle these things, could not have such conditions. I couldn't react for a moment, but Yi Tian saw my question and opened his mouth and said, "It's considered to apologize to you on behalf of Lin Han." He looked indifferent and casual, and his arrogant eyes seemed to me immediately knelt down on the ground and kowtowed to them to thank them. Perhaps in their eyes, I was a ridiculous clown. The pain I experienced was an interesting performance. After watching the show, they casually threw me a few coins, which was a reward for amusing them.

I really want to roar with pride: "I don't need your charity and sympathy for you!" But what is this? What can this ridiculous self-esteem and resentment be exchanged for? Can my mother sleep in a high-level cemetery? Can she, the fool who was disliked during her lifetime, lying in a place where most people can't stay after her death? Can I, a waste lying on the bed now, give her these? No. So I nodded to Yi Tian with the most sincere expression, "Thank you."

He stopped talking, and the atmosphere in the room was very depressing. I thought he would not come again after he left this time, and we would probably never meet again in our life, so we explained things to him clearly, "There is no photos, and at that time I was in a hurry to raise money to perform surgery on my mother, so I spoke without saying anything." Yi Tian looked at me silently without any reaction. I was afraid that he thought I wanted to make excuses for my mistakes, so he simply explained them clearly, "And... sorry. I did something too much before." I pulled the corners of my mouth and smiled helplessly, "I'm sorry to have such embarrassing memories of your life." I guessed his reaction in my heart, and he was ready to call me hypocrisy or question me what tricks he was going to do, but he didn't say anything and got up and left without even leaving a look for me.

I watched his back slowly away, until the door slammed and came to my senses. My eyes gradually became blurred, and I was surprised by the extreme reluctance and sadness that suddenly came up from my heart. I suddenly remembered that from the beginning to now, I had never stood in front of him and said "I love you" seriously and openly. Perhaps these three words are too heavy and too holy and beautiful. The deep-rooted inferiority and cowardice in my heart made me not even have the courage to speak. I really want to chase someone back and hold his hand and say it once, even if I have to face the most vicious insults and merciless punches and kicks.

This is probably my last chance in my life.

After Yi Tian left, I stayed alone in the ward. Without visits from relatives and friends, without beautiful flowers and thoughtful fruit baskets, the whole room seemed empty and cold, and was dead. It was too quiet, and I gradually felt a little sleepy, and my eyelids were fighting up and down, and my head was dizzy. I seemed to see my mother running out of the hospital in a panic look and looking around looking for something. A thin guy walked across the road. She chased her face happily, and a car rushed to the left and right. In the blink of an eye, the person was knocked out and twitched in a pool of blood...

I woke up with a trembling body and opened my eyes. The sick clothes were wet against my back. I shrank slightly, and I felt a little cold. When I reached out to pull the quilt higher, I heard a very small groan. The sound seemed to come out of my chest, like a person who had been suppressed for a long time, finally couldn't bear the grief in extreme pain. Various messy sounds appeared in my ears, those sharp and heart-wrenching crying, those humble words begging for humble hearts, and all the sounds instantly mixed together to catch me off guard.
Chapter completed!