When I got home, the door was unlocked and the light was not on.
yiyaoMom? Are you at home?
Yi Yao couldn't see clearly in the dark, so she had to walk into the house a little more before she felt the light switch.
The suddenly brightened space reflected the white walls, which instantly made people shake.
Still no sound came from the house.
In order to take better care of Yi Yao, Lin Fenghua does not have night shifts, even if it is easier to make money that way.
Realizing that something was wrong, Yi Yao rushed into the bedroom. When he saw the man lying on the ground, his whole body seemed to be strangled by the throat.
Lin Fenghua was facing up, and there was a small stool next to him, as if he stepped on it to get something on the top of the cabinet.
When he fell, the back of his head hit the ground.
Yi Yao trembled and picked up Lin Fenghua, got through 120, and finally, she slapped herself.
Human body feeling is always long after the arrival of spiritual feeling, it will be long overdue.
It's like the relationship between light and sound. He must have seen the sudden flash of light from the horizon early, and then after a few seconds of silence, the loud thunder suddenly exploded in his ears.
The same is true. Physical sensations are never as quick and intense as mental sensations.
It must have hurt my heart deeply, and then tears poured out and choked my mouth.
When the ambulance came, the doctor lifted the person into the flat car from Yi Yao's stiff posture.
Yi Yao's mind was blank, like a kite with a broken string.
I don't know how many falls, Yi Yao finally climbed into the ambulance, because she is Lin Fenghua's only relative.
The only one.
The next day, Gu Senxi had been waiting at the station, and the shuttles passed by one after another. He never saw Yi Yao's figure, not even a text message.
Just as she appeared quietly that day, she quietly disappeared again.
Even if he missed the class time, he still stubbornly waited.
After sending countless text messages and bombarding the phone, he finally received a text message from Yi Yao.
'Gu Senxi, I'm afraid. '
So what are you waiting for, I can't even take care of the text messages, so I stopped a taxi and went directly to the city hospital.
When he arrived, he inquired a lot before rushing to the inpatient department of brain surgery.
The smell of disinfectant has been irritating the mucous membranes in the nasal cavity.
A clean to cruel feeling fell gently on the skin.
An inescapable sense of emptiness.
Or it could be the void.
Such a long corridor, doors that open or close irregularly on both sides. Above the head are pale ceiling lights. The entire corridor is shrouded in an indifferent atmosphere.
Like a passage connecting to the void of another world. Occasionally, a doctor slowly passed silently from the corridor with a white enamel disc, and then inadvertently turned into a certain ward.
The sound of the radio coming from a certain ward, the martial arts review book playing on the radio, although the storyteller expresses his emotions with a cadence of excited voices, in such an environment, it becomes weird. After a while, it turned into a slow piano song.
At the end of the corridor, an old man in a wheelchair is slowly sliding over.
