I looked at him, turned around and walked into the ward frantically. However, when he pushed the door open and walked in, I was stunned.
There was an empty room in front of him. It was empty not because the place was so wide, but because there was nothing except the bed.
White hospital gowns, white sheets, white windows, and everything white are filled with the color of death.
A boy was sitting in front of the window, raising his head, as if looking at the sky above his head. The sun shone into the window, and the boy's face could not be seen, only the thin profile.
He was pale and weak, as if he hadn't seen the sun all year round, and his slender chin was frighteningly thin.
Her white hair was slightly raised, fluttering in the wind.
White hair! When did such a young child turn into a head full of white hair?
I felt my heart trembling, and I didn't know when tears started to fall from my eyes. "Xiaoye, is it you? Xiaoye?"
I yelled softly, but he just stood there motionless, as if he couldn't hear any of my words.
"Xiao Ye!" I walked forward quickly and turned his face. He turned mechanically, and what met me was an eye without any emotion.
I can't see the brilliance that once was, the black sparkle that once was. I can't even feel the slightest emotion from him, it's like a machine, numbly turning with my gestures.
Is this really Xiao Ye? That child who is so smart that it makes people feel distressed? That child who is so quiet and even indifferent?
Why? Why does he look so hollow? Why does that face look like it has lost all ability to express itself, as if it has lost all its facial features, so hopelessly scary.
"What's going on? Why is this happening? Xiaoye, wake up, wake up, I'm mom!"
I pushed him: "Why don't you speak? Xiaoye, what happened to you?"
What is this! I moved my eyes to Xiaoye’s arm and saw the condensed and slender scar. In an instant, I thought of the dean’s words.
This kid committed suicide, committed suicide, committed suicide!
By committing suicide at such a young age, how much pain have I caused you to endure?
I hugged Xiaoye and covered my face with tears streaming down my face, "I'm sorry, Xiaoye, I'm sorry."
"Ruoxi, don't be sad." Mu Shiqin came over and said softly: "Xiaoye will be fine soon, don't worry!"
"What happened to Xiao Ye? Why did it become like this?" I looked into Mu Shiqin's eyes and whispered: "Tell me, what happened to Xiao Ye? Tell me, tell me!"
He hugged me with tender care in his eyes: "The doctor said this child has depression. But there is still a treatment for this, so don't worry."
"How can I not be worried? How can I not be worried? That is Xiaoye, my child!" I looked at the child who was still looking out the window, pulled him over, and said loudly: "Xiaoye, wake up, I am my mother. !I’m mom, wake up!”
My sobs did not wake him up. I never thought that my departure would cause such great harm to this child. In the majestic sound of the bell, I saw me in tears from the child's pupils. However, He is always looking forward to the lonely time with a look of obsession. The whistle in the wind is lost by the shadow outside the door. He sticks to the bitter cold plum blossoms, and uses his lifelong faith to understand the beauty of snow in the pure and pure artistic conception!
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Legend has it that man was a complete circle in the beginning. Because he offended God, he was divided into two halves. So we spend our whole lives looking for the lost other half. But since they are both semicircles, how similar they must be. So
It's easy for you to find the wrong person. So don't be sad and sorry for the people in the past. It's just that you haven't met the right person. Although you once believed that the other person is the person you are looking for.