Dream Guide

Bishenghua carried Aoki out of the studio and came to the outer corridor. At this time, the sun happened to shine through the window, shining on the row of old but clean chairs.

Bi Shenghua put Aoki down and carefully laid him down on the chair. He placed a cushion under his head and under his feet. He also touched his lower back to make sure it was flat and comfortable. Then he stood up and put his left hand on his back. Rubbing his right shoulder and beating his waist with his right hand, he smiled apologetically at Zhao Pengcheng who was following him and said:

"Get some sunshine. People always need to get some sunshine. Maybe I'll wake up one day!"

Zhao Pengcheng didn't know what to say, so he responded: "Yes, I might wake up one day."

He was inexplicably jealous of Aoki. It was obvious that it was impossible to wake up again, and it was obvious that he was no different from a dead person. Why was there still someone taking care of you so meticulously, and why was there still someone looking forward to your waking up?

He put himself in his shoes and thought, if they exchanged situations, would someone take care of him for ten years, and would someone look forward to him waking up?

The answer is: no.

Zhao Pengcheng suddenly felt lonely - another new human emotion infected him.

The sun shines on Aoki's face, reflecting the luster like beautiful jade. His black hair is still as messy as before, but if you look closely, you can see that there is no dandruff or dirt. I don't know how this woman managed to keep it clean and maintain this strange hairstyle for such a long time.

"Are you a doctor?" Bishenghua suddenly asked.

"how do you know?"

"Guess."

Zhao Pengcheng thought that ten years in prison had almost corrected all the problems he had left when he was a doctor, but he did not expect that a strange woman would find out about his profession as soon as he was released from prison.

He raised his hand and looked at his palm, which was covered with calluses and scars from working in prison. He laughed self-deprecatingly: "I almost forgot that I was once a doctor."

Bi Shenghua smiled and seemed to have completely relaxed her vigilance towards Zhao Pengcheng. She moved the joints of her body easily and naturally. It could be seen that taking care of such a complete vegetative person every day made her very tired, but her face showed satisfaction. smile. The sun shines on her face, and you can clearly see the deep crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, and a few white strands in her short hair.

This is a typical middle-aged woman who is good at running housework and taking care of men.

But from her slightly raised eyebrows, straight and slender nose bridge, slightly tough cheek contours and neutral dress, Zhao Pengcheng can still imagine that she must have been a heroic and delicate girl ten years ago.

"This used to be a bar?" he asked.

"Yes, I used to run a bar. They all called me Ruhua, but actually that was the name of the bar." Bishenghua seemed to have recalled something, and a look of happiness appeared on her face.

"Why... it's not open?"

“Look at the way this street looks, can it still be opened?”

Bi Shenghua looked at the window with blurred eyes.

The outside of the glass was covered with dust, and the view was not clear. You could vaguely see the trees on the street and the outline of the house opposite. There was no human figure outside the window, and no dog barked.

"Shortly after he fell into coma, the bar closed. In fact, the street was still very lively at that time."

Zhao Pengcheng felt a little sad when he heard it, and said, "Do you want to know why he became like this?"

"No, I just want to know if he can wake up." Bishenghua looked at Zhao Pengcheng seriously, as if trying to find the answer on his face.

Zhao Pengcheng couldn't bear it. After being silent for a long time, he finally shook his head.

Life Flower smiled. Although he deliberately concealed it, Zhao Pengcheng still saw a fleeting look of disappointment on her face.

"Can you help me take care of it? I'm going to cook." Bi Shenghua glanced at Aoki who was lying on the chair tenderly, "Actually, there is nothing to take care of. He won't move, but there is someone watching. You can always feel more at ease.”

Zhao Pengcheng did not refuse, nodded and said: "Okay."

Before going downstairs, Bishenghua turned back and shouted: "Oh, just stay for dinner."

Zhao Pengcheng saw that there was an empty chair next to Qingmu, so he sat down. He didn't know why he agreed to this woman's request and sat in this narrow aisle by the window, like a child looking after strangers.

Aoki was lying peacefully next to him. The sunlight moved from his face to his chest, then left his body bit by bit and moved to the ground, until it moved to the opposite wall.

Probably to prevent dust from falling off the wall, a lot of newspapers were plastered on the wall. When the sunlight moved over, it illuminated a bright square, like a slide show. Zhao Pengcheng saw an obituary——

Mr. Xia Wenyuan, a well-known entrepreneur and philanthropist in this city, passed away yesterday due to illness.

The obituary occupies an entire page, and one glance shows that Mr. Xia is a big shot. Zhao Pengcheng took a look at the date of the newspaper, which was eight years ago.

Next to this newspaper, the eye-catching title of another newspaper was revealed - Internal strife in the Wolfe family, North American Wolf King died unexpectedly - but it is not clear which year or month this happened.

The sunlight moves slowly, like a screen of changing pictures. Although they are all old newspapers and there is no latest news, compared to the prison where the information is stagnant, the content is rich enough that Zhao Pengcheng, who has just been released from prison, can read it with gusto——

Cat killing order reappears, feline crisis returns

Earthquake hits South Pacific, tsunami engulfs outer islands of Tubuai Islands, leaving thousands homeless

An explosion occurs in a Swedish laboratory and the famous physicist Frederik dies

Gunfights broke out in many places, suspected to be intelligence organizations fighting each other

The massive reduction of cats has led to the proliferation of rats around the world, and new plague crises have reappeared in many places.

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Zhao Pengcheng stood up unknowingly and followed Yang Yang's footsteps all the way to the stairs. An old yellow cat came out of nowhere and meowed, startling him.

He leaned down and wanted to stroke the cat's head to express his apology and comfort to this race that had suffered great pain in the past ten years. However, as soon as the old cat withdrew, he suddenly arched his back and stared at Zhao Pengcheng with hostility.

Zhao Pengcheng stretched out his hand and was wondering whether to advance or retreat. Lifespan Flower came up and said with a smile: "This cat doesn't like strangers." He shouted to the cat again, "Sounding, the meal is ready."

The cat twisted its slightly old and fat body and went downstairs.

Bishenghua walked to the bench, helped Qingmu up, and waved to Zhao Pengcheng: "Please help me again, the sun can't shine anymore, it's time to go in."

Zhao Pengcheng helped her carry Qingmu back to the clean room.

"Let's go and eat. It's been a long time since anyone came to my place to eat."

When Life Flower came out, he took down the stuffed crow. Zhao Pengcheng felt strange, but didn't ask any more questions.

Eating is in a large room downstairs, and the decoration and furnishings are still the same as the original bar. The food is placed on one of the tables, and you can smell the aroma from a distance.

In addition to the table where they ate, there were two bowls and a plate on another table, with a complete sauced elbow on the plate. The old yellow cat was lying lazily beside the table.