Walter Joyce knew that if no miracle happened, he was destined to lie on this bed for the rest of his life. He couldn't help feeling a little depressed. He had just gained freedom, but before he could enjoy it, he was already dead.
"Seal" on this little bed.
However, Walter Joyce, who was naturally kind-hearted, did not blame Einstein for this. After all, this was his own choice, and no one could have predicted what happened. I can only say that it was a complete tragedy.
But at this time, Walter Joyce did not know that the suffering he had experienced had already been recorded by the goddess of fate, and he would be paid back together when the time came.
Believe it or not, the reward will come soon. The goddess of destiny will not favor anyone, but she will be very happy for those children who are kind-hearted.
"I still have to say, I'm sorry. If it weren't for me, maybe you would be fine." Einstein did not notice Walter Joyce's unwillingness to compromise with the tragic fate behind his smile.
"It's okay, Senior Sister Einstein, I'm fine now, at least much better than when I was in Destiny." Walter Joyce clearly felt that the young mind of the girl sitting next to him was growing stronger.
Being tested, amidst self-blame and sorrow, like ants on a precision gear, crushing back and forth.
"Yeah." Einstein said dullly. In an instant, the ward returned to silence. The butterflies staying at the window were gently blown by the breeze and left the window.
"You don't have to call me Einstein." Einstein lowered his head, holding an apple in his left hand and a fruit knife in his right hand, peeling it for Walter Joyce.
"What should I call Sister Einstein?" Walter Joyce asked.
"Just like Tesla and the others, just call me Ein." Einstein peeled the apple, put it on the fruit plate and cut it into several parts before preparing to feed it.
Walter Joyce said awkwardly.
"Aince...Aince, the doctor told me that I can't eat for the time being."
"Sorry." Einstein hammered his head with his little hand, sighing in his mind that he was confused. How could a person who had just come out of the emergency room eat directly? At least twenty-four novels were not allowed to eat.
"Ai Yin, actually, there is no need to say sorry. I don't blame you. It was my own choice to stand in front of you."
"You gave me my name, Walter, a name that represents the world. I really like it." Walter Joyce looked at Einstein who was in a daze and said affectionately, hoping to make Einstein
I feel better inside.
One person has already borne the hurt. There is no need to pass the trauma in the heart to the next person. Since it is full of wounds, it is nothing more than an extra scar on the heart.
Silence, a long silence.
Einstein slowly put down the apple, like a schoolboy who had made a mistake, and sat next to Walter Joyce, but he couldn't help but shed tears on the white sheets.
Einstein was obviously ready before opening the door. Whether it was Walter Joyce, whether he scolded her or hit her, she could bear it, but she couldn't bear it. Walter Joyce looked like this.
, obviously he is the one who is most seriously injured, but now he still needs him to comfort his somewhat fragile heart.
For the first time, Einstein discovered that he was so fragile and could not withstand the wind and rain. Academically, she guided the country, but she was unable to cry in front of the wind and waves.
"Sister, don't cry. Did Joyce do something bad? If you can feel bad, you can even hit me or scold me."
When Walter Joyce saw Einstein crying, he looked flustered and seemed at a loss.
"Fool." Einstein wiped away his tears and looked at Walter Joyce.
"Obviously I am the one who was most seriously injured, and I am obviously the youngest one. Why do you have to pretend to be an adult and comfort me?"
"You are a fool, a complete fool." Einstein looked at Joyce and wanted to hug her, but he was afraid of touching Joyce's wounds and did not dare to hug her boldly.
"Hehe." Walter Joyce smiled awkwardly and didn't say much, as long as Einstein felt better.
"Einstein, look what I brought back to Joyce?" Tesla ran in in a panic, clasping his hands and said to Einstein.
"What?" Einstein asked, looking at Tesla's hands.
"Look." Tesla held up his hands, and in his palm was a butterfly with blue patterns. It looked very beautiful, but the only drawback was that one of the butterfly's wings had been broken.
"Joyce, from now on you will feed origami butterflies when you are bored." Tesla handed the butterfly to Joyce, but Joyce could not move at all now and could only put the butterfly in his hand.
Adding a touch of spiritual turmoil to the hand wrapped in white bandage, Einstein frowned on the side, are you sure this Tesla is not here to cause trouble?
Those who put worms on the hands of patients are the same worms that are dying and about to go see God.
"It's a pity that the wings of this butterfly were accidentally broken." Tesla looked at the pickle-like butterfly and said a little decadently.
Just as Einstein was about to drive the butterfly away from Joyce's hand, Joyce asked.
“Are butterfly wings scales?”
"Indeed, there are some photosensitive scales on the wings of the butterfly knife." Tesla nodded and said.
Then occupational diseases appeared, and Joyce Barabara learned a lot about the components of butterfly wings, which I won’t write about here (in fact, the author doesn’t know the components of butterfly wings either.)
"So that's how it is." Joyce nodded, looked at the serious Tesla and smiled. It turned out that this Tesla senior just looked a little more irritable, and like Ein, she was a
Good people.
Joyce remembered all the things that Tesla just taught about science. For some reason, Joyce felt that his memory ability was really terrible. He could almost remember the nouns that ordinary people could not remember in just one go.
The meaning that others couldn't understand for a long time.
Until Tesla's science popularization was completed, Einstein finally couldn't help but prepare to drive the butterfly away.
I did see Joyce really looking at the butterfly, seemingly lost in thought. Einstein didn't want to disturb him, so he could only look at Tesla angrily.
Just when everyone was silent, a miracle happened.
A dazzling light flashed in Joyce's hand, wrapping the butterfly.
But for a moment, Walter Joyce felt a little tired, and the light in his hand gradually dimmed. The broken wings of the dying butterfly recovered again!
Under the surprised eyes of Tesla and Einstein, the butterfly flew away slowly and gracefully, like a beautiful dancer.