Chapter 206

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the curtain was opened by a pair of women's hands, and the dazzling sunlight rushed into the room. Little by little, it became bright, and the tiny dust was slowly floating in the air.

There was a young man about 20 years old sleeping on the hospital bed. His face was pale, and his pale lips were like dried blood.

The fingers dangling from the side moved.

He opened his eyes slowly.

Around the vast white, a pungent and unpleasant smell strongly stimulate the senses. The young man turned his head a little, the transparent bottle on the cupboard was full of pink stars, and the bottle was covered with colorful post it notes.

"Feige, we're going to watch the aurora. If you go to sleep, you won't be able to catch up."

"Stinky boy, get better soon, you still want to be a sleeping beauty?"

"Hey, it's almost the end of the term. You don't wake up and bribe Xueba. Be careful that I don't draw the key points for you!"

He was staring.

The memory of a period of dust and seclusion gradually revived.

"Well, it's great that you finally wake up."

The girl's voice came from the side, and he looked up subconsciously.

The woman is dressed in pink nurse's uniform, the figure is plump and sexy, there is no temptation when bending down. Behind her is a square black screen with blue and black tubes attached to the interface.

He was stunned.

When the nurse saw his silly appearance, she couldn't help laughing. She was really a child. When she saw her beautiful little sister, she would be in love? However, the child is very handsome, so it is very nervous to stare at people without blinking.

I heard that he was a college student or a rich second generation. He had an accident when he was exploring with his friends. He suddenly fainted and was sent to the hospital. Strangely, his body function was normal, but he didn't wake up. He was in a coma for nearly two months.

The nurse swayed her waist and approached the bed. She was half joking and half teasing in front of a handsome rich boy. "You can finally wake up and lie down. My future boyfriend will have an opinion."

The black haired youth did not intend to listen to her at all. He pulled out the needle from his arm, and the blood spattered. He was expressionless and walked out barefoot.

"Well, what do you do, you..."

The nurse chased out, but soon lost the target.

He started with walking, then ran up, as if gifted, clever use of blind spots to get rid of the doctors and nurses behind him.

He escaped from the hospital and walked into the crowd.

Others looked sideways and thought they were making a movie.

Some of the girls quietly picked up their phones to shoot him.

Blue and white striped clothes hung loosely on the boy's body, and his black hair was scattered over his eyebrows and eyes. His face was horribly pale, and his lips were even brighter.

His height of 1.9 meters made him the focus of attention.

The sole of his foot touched a sharp object, bleeding. He walked on, but his pace was getting slower and slower.

He's back.

Back to his original world.

There was the sun and air he was familiar with, and familiar things.

However, he found himself more like a lonely intruder than a return.

Everything here doesn't fit in with him.

He stumbled in the strange world.

Tall buildings, traffic, crowds.

Time is setting the clock in confusion.

He seems to have had a dream for a long time, a dream separated by countless centuries.

Sandalwood in the dream has become thin.

The street is playing the touching and explicit love songs, and the stalls selling clothes and barbecue kebabs are full of all kinds of yelling. Under the blazing sun, the girls in short skirts and bare thighs came towards them. One of the bold ones winked at him, and deliberately squeezed the rough capital.

He walked by indifferently, with a jeering hiss in his hair.

At the door of the hardware store, a small toy car, controlled by children, is trying to climb up the sand.

The crab, who had just escaped from the seafood market, swayed past his feet with a pair of tongs.

"Woof, woof, woof!"

"Meow -"

on the blue stone steps, a chubby orange cat scratched the big dog's black nose with its paws. Winding up the stone steps, it is a temple of marriage, with a shallow layer of new paint on the eaves.

He stood in the shade of the trees, his brows and eyes stained with mottled, almost blurred light.

There was a concert poster on the opposite stop.

Summer solstice, 2017.

"Hello

Someone patted the shoulder from behind.

He turned his head mechanically.

"I'll go. What kind of expression do you have? It's terrible. I'm going to scare dad to death!"

The visitor was startled and stroked his chest."You What is it called? "

He hesitated, his face a little familiar, but the name could not be remembered.

"Situ Fei, don't scare me. You're just comatose, not amnesia." The old fellow shook his shoulders vigorously, and was terrified. "Brother, I am your old iron, Shen Chunjiang, a spring water flows eastward, have you forgotten?"

"Well, forget it." Situ Fei nodded, "after all, we haven't seen each other for hundreds of years."

Shen Chunjiang:

No, this guy must have lost his head when he fainted!

He quickly pulled the man back and had to be examined by the doctor.

When stufei's parents heard that their son was awake, they immediately went to the hospital, but they could hardly recognize him.

Mingming was still the same person. Except for being slightly emaciated, they did not change their appearance. However, they felt a great alienation and strangeness from situ Fei, as if they had changed their soul from beginning to end.

This discovery made the two old men uneasy, and repeatedly told Shen Chunjiang to pay close attention to situ Fei.

Shen Chunjiang and situ Fei played together since childhood. Naturally, he also noticed that situ Fei was different.

"By the way, brother, you said to have another dream. What dream is it?" Shen Chunjiang sits on the chair with his legs up and drinks the iced coke he bought.

"Well, a dream." Situ Fei leaned against the window and looked down at his hand.

Twenty years old, so young.

He thought for a moment and said, "Jiangzi, I'm married."

"Poo --"

all the soft drinks that Shen Chunjiang had not yet swallowed came out.

"Are you kidding me? Are you married? You are a elder brother of ten thousand years old. You have never touched a hair of a girl Shen Chunjiang was shocked.

When did his homestead brother go with women on his back?

Shen Chunjiang's inner fire is blazing, and his eight trigrams little heavenly king is going to be attached to him.

"Well, where is the other party?"

He inquired carefully.

"Well, it should be Qingqiu." Situ Fei thought seriously.

Qingqiu?

Shen Chunjiang is a bit obscure. Is there a province in China?

Is it because he graduated from high school for a long time and returned all his geography knowledge to his teacher?

But maybe situ Fei was talking about place names?

He ignored and continued to ask, "how old is that sister-in-law?"

"If you don't make a mistake, you should be 1100 years old."

Shen Chunjiang:

Don't think I read less, you can cheat me so willfully!

"Well, a thousand hundred years old." Shen Chunjiang wiped the sweat on his forehead and chuckled dryly, "so you like brother-in-law love."

"To be more precise, it's the love between grandfathers and grandsons." His eyebrows were raised.

“……”

Shen Chunjiang has no face to love.

His homestead brother is absolutely broken, sleep too long, the brain is confused.

In order not to stimulate people, Shen Chunjiang also has to make a "brother, I understand you, love is crazy" identity, "that sister-in-law must be very kind-hearted body, can let the elder brother ignore all the external pressure, fall in love with her."

"Ah..."

Situfei chuckled and his slender fingers tapped his lips. The whole man was tender and affectionate.

"No, not at all."

That woman has nothing to do with kindness and consideration.

The sunlight outside the window reflected the swaying shadow of the trees, and the cicadas chirped incessantly. His tall body is leaning against the white wall, the curtain is blown by the wind, and his side face is beautiful. At this time, he purses the corners of his mouth, bows his head and smiles slightly, which amazes the years.

Shen Chunjiang opened his mouth and was silly.

Lying trough, this smile is too special, foul!

Fortunately, he is an old straight man who would rather not bend. Otherwise, he would have to be bent by this evil spirit countless times?

"I'm in love with a beautiful snake and scorpion." Situ Fei blocked his hand in front of his forehead and blocked the light outside. "It's like drug addiction. How can I stop it?"

She was too cunning to withdraw from his world with the most perfect, most appropriate and most hurtful gesture.

Then he began to miss with his long life.

"Well Where is the sister-in-law now? " Shen Chunjiang asked.

The movement of the young man with black hair stopped.

"In the past."

"Ha?" Shen Chunjiang was confused and scratched his head. He felt that he could not keep up with the other party's thinking. Did he not read books for a long time recently and became stupid? Why didn't he understand a word he said?

"She was in the past."

A thousand years ago.

In time that he could never touch.

Situ Fei stretched out his hand out of the window, as if touching something, stunned.

Shen Chunjiang just wanted to say something. Seeing this scene, he swallowed his words into his throat. I don't know why, he always feels that there is a kind of diffuse pain and sadness on the other side, tearing in the air."Jiangzi, I miss her so much."

Situ Fei murmured, "I want to stay in the past, stay in the nearest place from her."

Shen Chunjiang is still pondering the meaning of his words, but he looks out of his body, calm and self-confident, but that's how he feels afraid!

He immediately ran up and held situ Fei's waist.

"Brother, don't do anything stupid. Although I don't know what happened to you and your sister-in-law, can't you just say something? If you miss her, just call! If she doesn't answer, you can buy a ticket and fly directly to her side

Situ Fei laughed.

"Jiangzi, you don't understand."

Some thoughts cannot be conveyed.

Shen Chunjiang didn't understand. He felt that situ Fei was strange since he woke up. His mental state seemed unstable. He comforted people, but kept it from him. He quickly invited a famous psychologist in the industry.

"I'm not sick."

Situfei sat on the chair with his fingers crossed in front of his abdomen. He saw through the psychologist disguised as a general physician.

Accompanied by Shen Chunjiang coughed a few times, "I know, but brother, you may be a little stressed. Talk to Dr. Xu, maybe you can relax."

Situ Fei did not refuse his good intention, nodded, "then you start."

His breath is steady and long, and his eyes are clear and clean. He really doesn't look like a mental patient. The only exception is that situ Fei is too calm and indifferent. He is different from the lively and funny youth in Shen Chunjiang's memory. He seems to see through the prosperity of the world, mature and wise.

Can sleep change so much?

Moreover, in situ Fei's memory, there is a "thousand year old girlfriend" inexplicably.

Shen Chunjiang's heart is fluffy, this brother should not be ghost upper body?

Doctor Xu lifted his glasses and said with a smile, "master situ, I heard you had a dream. I don't know what kind of dream it is?" Before taking over, he had got a lot of information from Shen Chunjiang.

After glancing at Shen Chunjiang, situ Fei explained faintly under the other party's shaking shoulder.

Dr. Xu found the patient very difficult. He tried to hypnotize him for many times, but failed. On the contrary, he was told a lot by situ Fei. He even knew how many cats he had in his family.

Out of pity for talents, he couldn't help asking, "does Master situ want to be a psychologist in the future?"

"I'll probably think about it." Situ Fei took his business card and said, "if you have time, please contact me."

Shen Chunjiang stupidly looks at the two brothers' handshake.

No, he remembers that he invited someone to treat him. How could it be like a meeting of exchange between friends?

"Jiangzi, in this case, I hope there won't be another one." Situ Fei opened the door and looked back at Shen Chunjiang, smiling rather than laughing, "am I sick? Don't you know?"

"I know, I know." Shen Chunjiang felt the chill in his back neck, and he immediately shrunk his head.

A week later, after various examinations, situ Fei could be discharged from hospital.

Shen Chunjiang, who came early, yawns and looks at situ Fei's signature on the discharge letter. His gesture of holding the pen is like writing calligraphy, the handwriting is very delicate and neat.

Shen Chunjiang rubbed his eyes and thought he was wrong.

Before Ming Dynasty, Si Tu Fei wrote like a dog. He was the main object of ridicule for his brothers.

but Shen Chunjiang soon threw the matter behind him. A group of old fellow men heard that he was out of hospital and rushed to come to give him a small party to celebrate his "escape from death".

In the late middle of the night, the party's highlight came on.

Situ Fei couldn't cry or laugh at the woman on the bed. She was tied up with pink ribbons, and she had a pair of big eyes of water mist. No wonder the crowd winked at him as soon as he entered the room.

He took a pair of scissors out of the drawer and untied each other.

"I'm sorry, they played too much. You can go now."

The ribbon was thrown into the dustbin by him.

The woman hugged him and said vaguely, "it doesn't matter. We can have a little fun..."

He loosened the button on his neck and turned his head.

"Oh, easy? I said You don't understand people? "

The dark pupils are cold and cold.

"I don't want to kill people today." His lips were reddish. "So, get out of here."

The woman's scalp was numb and almost ran away before he could finish.

Situ Fei stroked the broken hair in front of his forehead and whispered with a smile, "compared with you, the Tao is still too shallow."

He turned on the TV and switched to a regular program.

Perhaps it was the sequel of the journey. His preference changed dramatically. He was not interested in entertainment. Instead, he preferred some unpopular channels recording historical sites and cultural relics.

He sat askew on the bed, staring at the scissors he had just taken out, imagining the scene of blood gushing out after piercing his wrist.He's actually tired of life.

I'm tired of it. It's a long and terrible wait.

After a week in hospital, he wrote the suicide note. After his death, his body was incinerated and spilled into the sea.

Si Tu Fei side over the body, tail fingers hook up the scissors handle.

The tip of the knife points to the pale cyan blood vessels on the wrist.

He stabbed in with ease.

The blood trickled down slowly.

No hurry. He's coming.

"New progress has been made in the archaeological work of Luoyang Ancient Tombs. A painting scroll was found in a pair of main coffins. It is speculated that the woman in red on the painting should be the wife of the owner of the tomb..."

Situ Fei looked up and the picture on the screen was unfolding slowly.

She enjoyed the plum blossom in the snow and folded the flower branches lightly with her bare hands.

Looking back and smiling, I can't be more elegant.

Situ Fei clenched the blood stained scissors and stared at the screen.

"In addition to the drawing scroll, there is a bell in the coffin. It's incredible that this small bell is actually engraved with characters..."

He was in a daze.

The bell is engraved with words?

Wait for me, husband.

The moment he saw it clearly, his eyes burst into tears.

OK, I'll wait for you.

No matter when, will wait for you to come.

A month later, the scroll and bell of the tomb disappeared, which triggered a heated discussion among experts on the issue of gods and ghosts.

And the culprit slapped his ass and went to Tibet.

It was a sunny day, and the Potala Palace stood quietly under the blue dome, and pilgrims came in an endless stream.

The five color Wind Horse flag flutters in the Tibetan girl's song, and becomes a touching color in the vast snow scene.

Situfei walked in the crowd, carelessly shaking the scripture wheel.

The voice of prayer goes from far to near.

There was a pat on the shoulder from behind.

The handsome young man with dark hair turned his head impatiently.

The next moment, he froze.

"Pa --"

the golden warp cone rolled off the hand and fell into a wood carving stand.

What should he say about the first meeting in the future?

Introduce yourself?

"Well, I I'm situ Fei. The Secretary of situ, the disciple of situ... "

His eyes were red.

"I miss it very much."

Well, you're a long time late.

As a punishment -

this year, let's watch the snow in Tibet, OK?