"Yeah?" The nurse was stunned and nodded hesitantly: "It seems reasonable. But are you sure that Master Mu won't blame me?"
I nodded and smiled: "I will take care of all the problems."
The nurse breathed a sigh of relief and finally pushed a wheelchair from outside.
A green shimmer filled the sky, and the morning mist was like thousands of white gauze hanging in the air, swinging slowly... and decorated with countless tiny gold pieces, I was pushed by the nurse to the hospital park in a wheelchair.
The forest is lush and the environment is quiet. The garden is planted with cedar, ginkgo, camphor, crape myrtle, metasequoia, peach tree, sweet-scented osmanthus, magnolia and other trees. Looking around, there is the smell of green grass in the air. There are old people and children around, wearing hospital clothes.
Take a walk on the tree-lined avenue.
There were bursts of crisp singing in the distance, and I listened intently with a smile on my lips.
Let us swing the oars and the boat pushes away the waves
The sea reflects the beautiful white tower surrounded by green trees and red walls
The boat floated gently in the water, and the cool wind blew in front of it.
The red scarf welcomes the sun and shines on the sea
The fish in the water look at us and quietly listen to our happy singing
The boat floated lightly in the water, and the cool wind blew in front of us.
…
The children's voice was clear and loud. I looked up and found countless children playing in the river in front of me.
A slight smile spread across his face, but it stopped for an instant, and the guilt and pain in his chest surged again.
Never before did Xiaoye show such a pure smile.
Once upon a time, like those children, he had never experienced gloom and bleakness, but was as bright as the rising sun.
Xiaoye's distant smile was recalled in his mind, and his pleading voice echoed in his ears.
It was like a thorn took root in my heart. Without a mother like me, Xiaoye would be very happy.
After a long period of joys and sorrows, through the seasons when flowers bloom or fall, my heart is filled with sorrow. My thoughts settle in the bottom of my heart and are engraved on the rings of time like letters.
When will I be able to walk on the road like them, be happy for a scenery, and shed tears for a clear spring. Live indifferently and easily, instead of being as desperate and... sad as I am now...
"What a cute child. Miss Ye, don't you think so?" The nurse looked at the group of children playing together and said to me with a smile. "Look at the child in the middle. He is Mr. Mu's son. Look at him.
What a happy smile.”
However, her smile disappeared at the end of the sentence. She felt my trembling and reluctantly laughed. She also felt that my position was very embarrassing. Mistress, what a disgusting word.
"Yeah, it's really cute." I nodded, smiled defensively, and told her to leave.
Maybe the person who hates my own identity is none other than me.
It was me who stubbornly tore at the wound that was about to heal.
The stubborn one lets it hurt. The stubborn one remembers what kind of injuries he has suffered and what kind of pain he has experienced.
The wound is just like me, a stubborn child who refuses to heal, because the heart is a warm and moist place suitable for anything to grow.
There is no right or wrong in love. Whoever loves deeply is doomed to lose. I don’t want to use dice to decide our victory or defeat. I voluntarily throw down my armor.
Because romance that does not belong to you is like a kite tied to a string.
No matter how high you fly, you will always fall. Because feelings that are not yours are like sand in your hands.
No matter how tight you hold, there is always a risk of it slipping away.
Because the heartbeat that does not belong to you is like a clock that is wound up.
No matter how long you go, there will eventually come a day when you stop.