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Xiao Jin's eyes were cold: "Who are you?"

Wooden Pillow Creek dragged the chair beside the bed in his direction, sat down, and sneered: "Who do you say I am?"

Xiao Jin hesitantly called out, "This sister?"

Mu Zhenxi glanced at her, clicked her tongue, and squinted, "...You took advantage of me?" She was obviously younger than her.

The two looked at each other, and in the flash of lightning, Xiao Jin recognized the other from the familiar expression and tone of voice, opened his eyes wide, and blurted out, "Classmate Mu?"

Muzhenxi shook his head, followed by silence, and a heavy self-mockery flashed in his eyes.

She has been out of touch with the title "classmate" for ten years.

The smell of disinfectant water filled his nose, Xiao Jin was about to turn his head, but was sternly stopped by Muzhenxi: "Don't move."

Xiao Jin remained still, his eyes rolled up and down, looking at the snow-white arrangement around him, he was full of doubts, this is... a hospital? Why is she here?

And the "Wooden Pillow Stream" in front of you, what's going on? How did it grow like this?

Physiologically and psychologically, the stitched head began to ache.

"Classmate Mu." Xiao Jin chose to ask her closest person in a low voice, "Aren't we going to watch a movie?"

Wooden Pillow Brook responded to her indifferently: "When did I promise you to watch a movie?"

Xiao Jin glanced at her and felt strange in her heart, but she still replied based on her existing memory: "Yesterday, today is the first day of winter vacation, we have an appointment to watch a movie."

The look of Muzhenxi changed slightly. They had watched many movies together, but the one they agreed to watch on the first day of the winter vacation was the most memorable one, because it was the first time they had real meaning since they were together. on a date.

Muzhenxi took two steps to look at her, Xiao Jin's skin was fair, but her eyes were deep, and there was a kind of quiet and deep feeling in her eyes. Staring at Muzhenxi's face, it was her midnight dream a few years ago. The eyes that I hoped to see again.

When did you start to be disappointed? It probably started when so many letters were sent to nothing, and there was no response; or maybe it started when she gritted her teeth and endured the painful days alone, and only heard the news of her going abroad from someone else a long time later; or It's slowly, as time goes by, I get used to it and no longer have hope.

Muzhenxi only feels sad and ironic. What's the point of giving it to her now that she doesn't want it?

- She was mainly injured on the head, which was more serious and out of danger. There may be sequelae, but what it is will not be known until she wakes up.

The doctor's words suddenly sounded beside Mu Zhenxi's ear, she recovered, restrained her emotions, nodded at Xiao Jin, and said indifferently: "You lie down and don't move, I'll call the doctor over."

As soon as he got to the door, the doctor pushed the door and came in.

"Doctor Wang."

"Miss Mu."

The two nodded and greeted each other.

Dr. Wang first gave her a preliminary examination and asked her if she felt dizzy and nauseous. Xiao Jin said yes. From time to time, she looked at the expressionless wooden pillow stream next to her, with fear and vulnerability deep in her eyes.

Doctor Wang: "...is there?"

Xiao Jin: "What?"

Dr. Wang asked again, but Xiao Jin didn't answer, and stared straight at Wooden Pillow Stream.

Doctor Wang: "???"

Mu Zhenxi sighed, sat over, spread out his palm, Xiao Jin raised his right hand in her palm with peace of mind, the corners of his lips raised silently.

Muzhenxi looked helpless and looked at Dr. Wang: "Go ahead and ask."

Xiao Jin, who was born as a young lady and is spoiled, is a complete "forcer", afraid of cold, heat, pain, tickling, insects, and large animals.

There was a physical education class in the second year of high school, Xiao Jin rubbed the skin on her knee, and Muzhenxi carried her to the infirmary. The doctor in the infirmary gave her medicine. She refused to live or die, and Muzhenxi was so anxious that she and the doctor took turns to persuade her. does not work.

Xiao Jin leaned over, hooked Muxianxi's fingers, and looked up at her with tenderness in his eyes.

Mu Zhenxi was slightly startled, bit her lower lip lightly, took her hand behind her, covered her back with her back, clasped her fingers together, her heart beat gradually too fast, she stammered and said to the doctor, "Give her some medicine. ."

Xiao Jin obeyed, but was still afraid of the pain, so he buried his face in the belly of Muzhenxi. Muzhenxi gently patted her back with one hand and coaxed her softly: "It doesn't hurt, it'll be fine soon."

When the doctor gave the medicine, she looked nervous, and her brows were even tighter than Xiao Jin: "You, you can be gentler."

The doctor looked at the two people who were hugging each other, his face full of teasing, and jokingly said: "The two sisters are really good friends, why don't you come?"

The faint crimson smeared from Muzhenxi's thin white skin, she lowered her eyes and dared not look directly at each other, Xiao Jin turned her face, deliberately hooked her palm with warm fingertips, and the corner of her mouth smiled, indicating something. : "Yes, we have a very good relationship, and we will be together forever."

…

There was a hint of ambiguity in the scene in front of him. Dr. Wang didn't think much about it, and said with a smile, "The two of you have a really good relationship."

Mu Zhenxi's eyes flashed with disappointment, and it was fleeting, and Dr. Chong Wang smiled lightly.

Xiao Jin habitually scratched Muxianxi's palm again, itching slightly, but Muxianxi didn't look back.

Xiao Jin moved again, but Muzhenxi still didn't look back, her palms wrapped around her fingers.

"That..." Dr. Wang couldn't bear to watch it for some reason. He cleared his throat and asked Xiao Jin, "Do you remember what day it is today?"

Xiao Jin answered without hesitation, "January 21, 2007." The second day she was together, she would never forget it.

Dr. Wang recorded it and then asked, "What were you doing before you passed out?"

Xiao Jin replied eloquently: "I came out of the house, walked to the cinema, and when I met a red light, I stopped and waited for the red light..." She didn't know her memory later, but it was not difficult to speculate based on her current situation, "I In a car accident?"

After Dr. Wang finished writing, Fang stopped and raised his head: "There was indeed a car accident, but it was not 2007, but 2017. You lost your memory, and your memory stayed in 2007."

Xiao Jin stopped talking, frowning in thought.

Wooden Pillow Creek: "Can it still be recovered?"

Dr. Wang: "This is not certain, and further examination is necessary to see what caused it."

Wooden Pillow Creek: "Thank you doctor."

Dr. Wang asked Xiao Jin to rest more and went out first.

Xiao Jin turned his face and stared at Wooden Pillow Stream without blinking, and suddenly rolled his eyes: "So you will look like this ten years from now."

Muzhenxi is angry and funny: "You are also ten years later, do you want to see how it looks now?"

Xiao Jin's lips curved slightly: "Do you have a mirror?" She was still curious.

Muzhenxi looked at her respectful face, and gave her a vaccination beforehand: "Do you really want to see it?" She remembered that Xiao Jin used to be very beautiful, and she had to wear a school uniform at school. Dress beautifully for every date.

Xiao Jin hesitated: "Look?"

"Okay." Muzhenxi took out a small vanity mirror from the bag and handed it to her. Xiao Jin didn't reach out to take it. The mirror was handed to her.

Xiao Jin only glanced at it, the head of the person inside was wrapped like a mummy, and closed his eyes in horror: "Take it away."

Wooden pillow creek bends the corners of his lips unconsciously: "You see it yourself."

Xiao Jin said angrily, "You didn't tell me it was so ugly."

Wooden Pillow Creek: "Do you blame me?"

Xiao Jin: "Yes, I blame you."

"Okay." Some things seemed to have been engraved in the bones, Muzhenxi condoned her rhetoric, and smiled with a good temper, "It's all up to me, don't get angry, please—"

As soon as the words came out, she was stunned, stopped talking abruptly, pinched the pulp of her finger fiercely, and felt a strong pain, telling her that this was ten years later, not ten years ago.

They have broken up.

Wooden Pillow Creek's eyes suddenly turned cold and he left the edge of the bed.

"Wooden Pillow Stream?" Xiao Jin was puzzled by her sudden indifference. She didn't have time to ask clearly. The sudden tingling in her brain made her cry out in pain, and even her body curled up.

Mu Zhenxi panicked, got up and wanted to rush out to call the doctor, Xiao Jin grabbed her, gasping for air, struggling to squeeze two words out of clenched teeth: "Don't go."

Wooden Pillow Creek was startled.

Xiao Jin was tearful in pain: "I'm afraid."

Wooden pillow Brook pressed the pager on the head of the bed, Xiao Jin held her fingers and turned white due to the force, showing how much pain he had endured. She was already squeamish. The needle on her head had just been stitched for two days. She didn't know if she had touched the wound or not. Mu Zhenxi's eyes were red, and she felt so distressed that she couldn't bear it for her.

The doctors and nurses who rushed in separated the wooden sleeper stream to one side. After the emergency examination, they were pushed to the emergency room again, and they stayed in the observation room for a day before they came out.

Muzhenxi was frightened, and the attending doctor Wang said: "There is congestion in the brain, but not much, and it will be absorbed by itself slowly. These days, pay attention to a light diet..."

After saying some taboos, he added: "It's best not to cause her mood swings too much, keep a peaceful mind, and take a good rest."

"Thank you." Wooden pillow Brook wrote down one by one, and bowed 90 degrees gratefully, just like that day.

Dr. Wang said you're welcome, thought for a while, then raised his hand and gently pressed Muxianxi's shoulder, with a hint of comfort, and said warmly, "She's fine, don't worry too much."

He originally thought that the two were friends, but no matter how good a friend, would he take care of him in a disorganized manner and stay by the bedside day and night? Not like friends, but like couples. In the hospital, you are used to seeing life, old age, sickness, and death. Naturally, you don’t take this slightly rebellious relationship to heart. How long does a person’s life last? If you can’t do what you want, and love yourself, what’s the point?

Wooden Pillow Creek returned to the ward. She had hardly slept her eyes recently, and fell asleep in front of the hospital bed.

In my sleep, I returned to the summer when the cicadas were singing.

Lincheng No. 1 Middle School has a long history. The pine, cypress and green locust trees are planted in the back of the classroom, and the students in the classroom can drown out the cicadas outside. She was lying on the table to sleep, while the teacher at the same table, Xiao Jin, picked up a feather from somewhere and hid it in her schoolbag, just to wait for her to fall asleep, take it out, and shave lightly on her face, scratching her itch.

Wooden Pillow Creek raised his hand to push away the mischievous hand, and muttered with a smile, "Don't make trouble."

But the feather was unyielding, and after a short push back, it made a comeback. It had moved to her eyebrows, and it was even more itchy.

"Xiao Jin'er." She closed her eyes and smiled, spit out the culprit's name affectionately and helplessly, grabbed her hand to the side, and came to nothing.

Muzhenxi's heart sank suddenly, suddenly opened his eyes, sat up straight, and entered the snow-white ward, where there was a class with the sound of books.

Wooden Pillow Creek sat for a long time, rubbed his sore eyes, and sighed heavily.

Xiao Jin woke up again, thinking about the doctor's instructions, she didn't show a cold face, she sat quietly, poured water for her, peeled apples, and her fingers were slender and flexible.

Xiao Jin's dark eyes followed her around the ward, and finally fell back to the bed. Seeing her staring at him, Mu Zhenxi raised a questioning arc on his brows and asked in a soft tone, "What do you want?"

Xiao Jin hesitated.

Wooden pillow creek approached her: "Huh?"

Xiao Jin gave her a very embarrassed look, and his lips moved: "We..." The words after "we..." were too light, and seemed to be asking a question.

"You say it again." Wooden pillow Brook didn't hear clearly, leaned over and brought her ears close to her lips.

Xiao Jin mustered up his courage and breathed hot air into her ear. Mu Zhenxi resisted the urge to tilt his head to avoid it, and heard the other person whispering in her ear, "Have we done it?"

The author has something to say: Pomegranate [shakes his shoulders crazily]: Xiao Jiner, you only have the memory of being seventeen now! Mom won't allow you to think about these unhealthy things!

Xiao Jin'er: Mom, don't shake it, I just got stitches on my head

Twenty-eight-year-old sister Mu: This question I... (face flushing)