Gu Xijue felt as if something was stuck in her throat. She looked out of the window past Xi Haitang's face. The weather was gloomy again, and thick clouds covered the endless sky. The sky seemed to be lowered a bit by something, and the colors appeared.
The radioactive ladder shape was pure white, light gray, and dark gray, until it turned into pitch black when it reached the far end of the boundless heaven, and a vortex suddenly appeared, but the center of the vortex was bright, which can be called a miracle.
He converged his gaze and stared at her quietly, "The existence of this child is an accident and a miracle...call her Xiaoyi or Xiaoqi."
"Call me Xiaoyi. Xiaoyi sounds nice. It's better for a girl to have a gentle name."
"Okay, let's call it Xiaoyi.
"Yes." Xi Haitang nodded, his eyes filled with something indescribable.
After leaving Dr. Hauge's clinic, they parted ways with Mr. Smith. Gu Xijue looked at Xi Haitang's face. Her tired look made his heart ache, "Are you going back to the hospital directly?"
"No, I'll go to Cambridge first and pick up some daily necessities from Su Xin's dormitory. I've already made an appointment with her roommate."
"Then let's go together."
Xi Haitang didn't refuse, she knew it was useless to refuse, at least now she couldn't drive him away, at least until Xiaoyi was safe and sound, they had to work together and depend on each other.
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Cambridge is a fascinating traditional university city that has nurtured scientific masters such as Newton and Darwin who ushered in a new era of science. More than 60 Nobel Prize winners have left their footprints in Cambridge, including philosopher Bacon, economist Keynes, and history.
The scholar Trevelyan and the writer Thackeray all studied in Cambridge and eventually became great figures. Milton, Byron, Tennyson and others are the crown princes and proud sons of the poetic country. Cambridge has also nurtured seven prime ministers.
.Indian Prime Minister Nehru and British Crown Prince Charles also studied here. The glory of the world is gathered here.
As soon as she stepped into Cambridge, Xi Haitang's heart surged. It was great for Su Xin to be able to make it here. She was proud to have such outstanding sisters!
Because she had made an agreement with Su Xin's roommate in advance, Xi Haitang found Su Xin's accommodation smoothly. The Dutch girl had already packed some things in advance and put them in cardboard boxes.
"These are books that Su Xin often reads. It would be good to read them to her when you have free time. Maybe they can stimulate her to wake up quickly."
"Thank you." Xi Haitang nodded in thanks.
"You're welcome, this is what I should do." Su Xin's roommate looked at the time, as if he was about to go to class or something, "Sorry, I have to go to the library first, you guys can pack up here, I'll probably
Be back in half an hour."
"OK."
Xi Haitang began to look at the room silently. Suxin's bed was next to the window, and patches of white mist formed on the glass window.
I remember when they were children in the orphanage, they always liked to draw interesting patterns or write a few words on the foggy glass. When the pictures dissipated with the white fog, they would breathe heavily on the glass. Just now
The pattern on the painting will appear again.
She couldn't help but stretch out her hand, imagining drawing two smiling faces on the glass like before, but when she reached the second one, there was no room to draw. Her fingers paused on the edge of the white mist, and her former pure state of mind seemed to disappear.
Already lost in the world.
There is an old-fashioned record player at the bedside. The disc has been scratched by the stylus. Although the music does not play, Xi Haitang can feel the sharp friction sound tearing their years apart, their incomplete lives, and their fragmented lives.
dream.
My hand accidentally reached into the seam of the bed and came across a hard book. After taking it out, I found that it was a diary with Su Xinjuan's beautiful handwriting inside -
When I woke up early in the morning, I don’t know when the rain outside stopped last night or early this morning. It was replaced by heavy fog. I don’t know when the fog will dissipate. It rained heavily and lightly in the past few days.
Then came the white fog that blurred the vision. The weather in London is always so unpredictable and unpredictable.
Suddenly I thought of him again, as if our past had always been like this, covered with such an inexplicable layer of protection.
Last week I went to audit a class in the philosophy department, and the teacher said a very beautiful but also very sad sentence——
"You hid love in the sugar jar. When I reached out greedily to grab a handful, my hand was stuck by the mouth of the jar. When I was able to give up and take my hand out of the sugar jar, you were gone.
I don’t know which corner of the world you have disappeared into. I can’t find you in any corner. Where are you, where am I? Memories become cocoons, and they will eventually turn into butterflies. They dance gracefully, but they are not in my garden.”
What a beautiful sentence, what a sad reality.
I was talking to Xiaochen on the phone yesterday and listening to her soft voice made my heart feel sweet and sour at the same time. I once again thought of the child I lost two years ago. It only existed in my body for two months.
I don’t even know if it’s a boy or a girl. I have dreamed about that child many nights. It seems to be a girl, but I can’t tell clearly. Maybe subconsciously I hope it’s a girl, just like Xiaochen, who can be with me.
Be a companion by my side.
Seeing this, Xi Haitang's eyes were already blurry. She controlled and controlled, but she still couldn't control the suppressed emotions in her heart. She put down the diary, went to the window, and cried in the wind.
Opposite is the Bridge of Sighs at St. John's College, which was modeled after the Bridge of Sighs in Venice, Italy. On the bridge, a girl stood alone, looking around frequently, as if waiting for someone. After a while, a girl holding a black umbrella
The boy ran over, and the girl was put into his arms and left hand in hand.
The golden boy.
They must be very much in love.
Even though the girl's face was a little red from the cold, she still smiled like a flower.
Once upon a time, she and Su Xin also imagined such beautiful pictures. Once upon a time, life took a turn inadvertently, and one nightmare after another occupied the entire reality.
Before her tears dried, Xi Haitang turned to look at Gu Xijue and asked lightly, "Do you think Gu Xichao is dead or alive?"