The atmosphere became very depressing. Everyone held their breath, wisely not to disturb son, and quietly waited for his diagnosis result.
Son examined Hong Ye for a long time. He was a little surprised. Judging from the current physical characteristics, there was nothing abnormal about Hong Ye. So, he took out other instruments to conduct a more detailed examination on Hong Ye again.
At this time, Hong Ye was lying quietly on the bed. No one knew that he was really pulled into that terrible dream again. This time, what he saw was not the evil and terrifying blood pupils, but a figure squatting in the dark.
The boy in the place was very dark, so dark that he couldn't see his fingers. The strange thing was that Hongye could clearly feel his appearance. He looked exactly like him, and he looked to be only about 7.8 years old.
Hong Ye walked forward, and the boy raised his head and looked at him sadly.
Hongye asked: "Who are you?"
"I am you..." the boy replied
"Me?" Hong Ye was a little strange.
"I am your memory, the forgotten memory..." As he said this, the boy rubbed his eyes and started crying. He cried very sadly.
Hong Ye stretched out her hand to him with gentle eyes...
But the boy opened his hand harshly: "Go away! I hate you! How can you forget our sister! Yue, she is sleeping alone on the cold ice bed now, I heard her
She is crying. She wants to come back, but you don't let her come back. You are not a good brother. I hate you! I hate you..." The boy cried loudly, stood up and ran away.
Hongye slowly opened his eyes, he woke up...
Everyone saw Hong Ye wake up and her tense face finally relaxed.
He sat up and found that the mask had been taken off. He placed it next to him. He picked it up and considered it carefully in his hands, recalling the words of the boy in the dream.
Yue, she is sleeping alone on a cold bed of ice. What does it mean? Is it really a dream? Or is his soul being sucked into the dream? That dream is too real...
He raised his head and glanced at the nervous Ziyue beside him, and asked with some confusion: "Yue, have you ever slept on an ice bed?"
"What? Brother, what is the ice bed you are talking about?" Ziyue looked at her brother strangely, then turned to look at everyone, worriedly grabbed her son's lapel and asked: "son, what happened to my brother?"
As he spoke, he began to cry softly, "Do you think my brother may have lost consciousness? Woo hoo..."
Son comforted him: "Ziyue, don't worry first, I'll give him a good check-up." He stretched out his hand to open Hong Ye's eyelids and took a flashlight to take a look. There was nothing unusual.
"Open your mouth!" Son said to Hong Ye
Hongye opened his mouth in cooperation, he pulled out his tongue and examined it carefully, frowning
"How is my brother?" Ziyue asked anxiously from the side.
"Shh! Don't make any noise!" All son's attention was focused on Hong Ye's tongue. While observing carefully, he said to the people around him: "Go and get me various condiments."
"Seasoning?" Everyone was a little surprised.
"Yes, I don't know the answer yet. I won't know until I check it out later!" Son said.
Everyone was very puzzled, but they were all worried about Hong Ye's health. They all wanted to stay by his side, and no one was willing to take a step away.
Luo Xi said to Luo Yufan: "Go to the kitchen and get it!"
"Me?" Luo Yufan pointed to his nose and muttered with a look of reluctance: "Why don't you go?" Luo Xi's silver eyes glared, and Luo Yufan suddenly felt like a deflated ball.
I honestly went to get the condiments, and when I walked out the door, I was still talking about it.
Luo Yufan was very fast. As soon as he went out, he came back with various spice boxes.
Hong Ye had never entered the kitchen and had no idea about seasonings. So he scooped a little salt and sprinkled it on his tongue and asked: "What does it taste like?"
Hong Ye thought it was a snack and didn't pay much attention to it. She replied: "Not bad."
"Not bad?" Son sprinkled another half spoonful of salt and asked again: "What does it taste like?"
"I told you, it tastes good!" Hong Ye replied impatiently.
Everyone looked serious
Son sprinkled MSG again: "What does it smell like?"
"tasty!"
Sprinkle with pepper: “What does it taste like?”
"tasty!"
Sprinkle with cayenne pepper: “What does it taste like?”
Hong Ye finally couldn't help but get angry: "Are you done yet?" These things are delicious!" After saying that, she poured the entire bottle of chili powder into her mouth and swallowed it whole under everyone's stunned eyes!
"Hongye can't eat it!" Luo Yufan shouted, but Luo Xi grabbed his arm and winked at him, "Third brother, Hongye likes to eat, so don't fight with him."
Seeing this group of incomprehensible people, Hong Ye was very annoyed. She got out of bed, pushed open the window, jumped up on the window sill, and rushed to the cherry blossom tree opposite to bask in the sun.
As soon as Hongye left, the room suddenly became noisy like a pot boiling.
Luo Chuan: "Son, what happened to Hongye? Why can't he distinguish the smell?"
Ziyue: "What happened to my brother? I'm so scared!" Her eyes turned red and she started crying with tears in her eyes.
Luo Yufan: "What's going on with Hong Ye? Why can't he distinguish the taste of salt and pepper?" Zhang Er couldn't figure it out.
Ichigo: "Dr. Son, is the boy sick?" A look of worry on his face
Only Luo Xi narrowed his eyes and stared at son silently.
Son looked at Luo Xi and asked strangely: "Luo Xi, don't you have anything to ask me?"
Luo Xi took a deep breath and said sadly: "It seems that Hong Ye has lost his sense of taste!"
"What?" everyone said in unison
Son sighed sharply, "What's worse is that he even lost his sense of smell!"
"What?" This time, not only everyone was shocked, but even Luo Xi was stunned.
Son explained helplessly: "How would normal people react when they eat pepper and chili powder?"
"It's going to be so spicy that I can't stand it!" Luo Yufan said
"You're only half right," Son said, "If his sense of smell was normal, he would still be choked by the raised chili powder and couldn't stand it!"
"Oh! I understand, because my nose is very sensitive to this smell," Ichigo replied innocently, "So the boy has lost his three senses!"
"Three senses?" Son asked in confusion.
"Yes! The boy's ears have become deaf!" Ichigo said sadly.
His words undoubtedly added insult to injury and made everyone's heavy mood become even more gloomy.
Outside the window, on the cherry blossom tree
Hong Ye was lying on a branch, looking up at the sky, but his thoughts were floating in the warm summer wind. What did that dream mean? Why did Ziyue say that he was crying? After thinking for a long time, he still couldn't figure it out. Everything was ups and downs.
in the mist
The whole day was spent slowly in the tree, the scorching sun slowly climbed up to the center of the blue sky, and then slowly slid down, until night fell.
There are more and more small flying insects on the trees. The insects lingering around the silent observer in the red night. Their lives are so short, but they live a colorful life.
Luo Xi walked out of the villa and came to the tree to urge Hongye back to the house: "Hongye, it's getting late, go back to your room and have a rest! I don't think you should go to work today!"
"No! I want to go!" Hongye jumped down from the tree, stood in front of Luo Xi and said firmly again: "I must go to Yancheng!"