Everyone has a dream to study abroad. When it comes to going out, whether it is family or friends, there is always some inseparable emotions. She takes the train back home and rushes back to the hospital. After such a toss, her legs soften and she washes up casually.
I got into bed and woke up in the middle of the night only to find that I had a fever.
Yang Mo struggled to take the medicine, covered her pounding heart, slept until dawn, and went to work the next day with a pale face.
"What's wrong?" Ding Jiajia was the first to notice that she had a bad look on her face.
"My heart feels a little uncomfortable."
"Don't scare me."
"It's okay," Yang Mo waved her hand, "I haven't had a good rest. I just need a nap at noon."
As long as she was busy, Yang Mo seemed to forget her discomfort. There were so many patients in the morning, and their hands and feet were sweating non-stop. "Doctor Yang, your 703 patient is not doing well."
Yang Mo's heart skipped a beat and she turned around, "What's wrong?"
"I saw him throwing up in the toilet."
Yang Mo's eyes jumped up, remembering what Liu Cheng had asked her before, whether her condition had really relapsed. After finishing her work, Yang Mo went to the neurology department.
"I just took a X-ray. It's fine," Ding Jiajia said. "It may be caused by an upper respiratory tract infection. It has nothing to do with the neurology department. I asked them to go to the internal medicine department."
"Didn't you see the Liu family?"
Yang Mo shook his head, "No, maybe I missed it when I came here!"
"If you go back now, you might still meet them."
Having come this far, Yang Mo was still thinking about Liu Cheng's film, "Let's go," Yang Mo looked at Ding Jiajia, "Go and watch the film on your computer."
"I told you that you care about me, sir, but you still don't admit it. What are you doing in our department's office?"
Ding Jiajia sneered at Yang Mo. Yang Mo had no intention of replying and quickly typed in the password to bring up Liu Cheng's film. "It's okay." After watching it three times, Yang Mo said, "I'm recovering well. No bleeding or edema."
.”
"I said it's okay, but you still don't believe me."
As soon as Ding Jiajia finished speaking, she heard someone laughing: "Dr. Yang, I'm here to see your 703 again."
"Freeze said."
Yang Mo sighed. She thought she would see Liu Cheng in the Department of Internal Medicine, but she didn't expect that by the time she was watching the movie, the Liu family had already left. The patients had recovered and returned home. They would welcome new patients to the hospital. They were separated like this over and over again.
It's a common thing. If you meet someone by chance in the future, you'll say hello, that's all.
703's jokes will disappear, but Liu Cheng is really the strangest patient she has ever seen. He always seems to be more transparent than ordinary people.
Ding Jiajia called as soon as she got on the subway, "Have you done a dynamic electrocardiogram?"
"No," Yang Mo said, "Let's do it tomorrow. It doesn't matter. It's fine. My dad is like this all the time. I can't find anything if I check."
"Come back and I'll bring you a DCG. It's not like you've gotten sick once or twice."
Yang Mo smiled and said, "Tomorrow, I'll do it tomorrow."
The subway started running, and the lights in the carriage shook unsteadily. Yang Mo hung up the phone and looked at the billboard outside the carriage in a daze.
"Are you sitting here too?"
Someone suddenly asked in a serious manner. Yang Mo subconsciously raised her head and immediately saw Liu Cheng in sportswear.
Somehow her heart suddenly jumped up.
"Yeah, you take the subway too?" Yang Mo wanted to stand up and let Liu Cheng sit down, but Liu Cheng shook her hand.
People who did not dare to go out before now dare to take the subway.
Liu Cheng nodded, "I want to walk around."
He obviously had a map in his hand. She really admired him. She had never bought a map to look at in her more than ten years here, but he, a person with memory loss, knew how to do this. It was obvious that he had a very strong ability to adapt.
There were many people getting off at the station, and Liu Cheng sat in the seat next to her.
"Where are you going?"
“Went to the National Museum.”
He said it solemnly, as if he had just learned the name.
When it came to the National Museum, his face didn't look good, as if he was worried.
"How's it going? Are there many people?"
"not much."
"I heard that there will be a large-scale ancient cultural relics exhibition these days."
"In ancient times," he chewed these two words carefully, "then, what is this place called?"
Just as Yang Mo was about to say the name of the city, when he saw Liu Cheng's eyes, he felt that this was not what he wanted to hear, "You mean ancient times and modern times?"
"Ancient and Modern."
He repeated without any special expression on his face.
Yang Mo looked at Liu Cheng, "I heard that you are not feeling well today?"
"It's okay," Liu Cheng said, "I've already checked it."
"You still have to pay attention," Yang Mo kept reminding her, "It's not suitable for you to go out and walk around by yourself in this situation. You need to call someone in the future."
Liu Cheng did not respond.
I don't know how he remembered it, "You want to go abroad? Why?"
"Go and beat foreigners in exams, go and steal things, go and relax and look at the scenery outside, and come back and continue to be my doctor."
"Study Tour?"
He used a very good vocabulary, which was better than her speaking so many words.
Yang Mo nodded, "Yes, in my heart it is study tour."
"A girl studying on a study tour?"
Is it possible that there is still gender discrimination in his heart? Yang Mo couldn't help laughing, "Yes."
As soon as Yang Mo finished speaking, the fast-moving subway suddenly stopped. As the friction of the train on the track became smaller and smaller, there was silence all around.
The lights in the carriage flickered on and off, and Yang Mo raised her head to look at the flickering lights.
"Sorry passengers, we have stopped temporarily. To ensure your safety, please stay in your seats..."
The newly opened subway line has been stopped more than once recently.
Yang Mo wanted to explain to Liu Cheng next to her, but as soon as she turned her head, she felt a beating pain in her heart, making her shrink up, and the car suddenly became very depressing.
"What's wrong?"
Liu Cheng's greeting came from beside him.
"My heart feels a little uncomfortable..." Yang Mo barely dared to breathe and sat quietly. After a while, she cautiously spoke.
Liu Cheng stood up and asked, "Are you okay?"
Yang Mo shook her head. I wonder if it was because the car was parked in the tunnel. She seemed to feel that the things around her were densely pressing towards her, trying to squeeze the air out of her body.
Uncomfortable.
There is also an unspeakable fear.
The heart beats irregularly.
Jump after jump, it seems to be the final struggle.
What's going on here.
"Hurry up and make a call!" someone next to me reminded.
"Where is the car parked?"
I don’t know where the car is parked, surrounded by dark tunnels.
"Go and call the conductor!"
Yang Mo felt cold sweat dripping down her head, and it was cold and cold. Liu Cheng's expression was indescribably nervous, and he clumsily pressed the phone in his hand.
"120." Yang Mo said the words with difficulty.
After the call was connected, there was a series of questions. Liu Cheng looked up at the name of the subway station blankly.
"Sir, don't worry, our ambulance has been dispatched. Please tell me the specific address. Did you say that the subway stopped midway? We will try to contact the subway operation department. Please tell me the patient's current symptoms and I will tell you.
How should we deal with it?”
"Is the patient conscious now?"
Liu Cheng looked at Yang Mo blankly.
"She can't breathe..."
Yang Mo looked at Liu Cheng. This moment was indescribably long. The surroundings seemed to be stagnant. Liu Cheng's expression next to him was particularly clear. His eyebrows were tightly wrinkled and his eyes were too dark. Everything around him was too dark for him.
It was unfamiliar, which made him a little flustered, but it couldn't suppress the light flowing from his eyes.
When she looked at him, his thin lips tried hard to form a comforting smile, and then he hurriedly held her in his arms.
His movements were clumsy, but considerate and strong, and his embrace was stiff, but warm.
"It's okay." He was busy dealing with it with his mobile phone, but he still comforted her and patted her shoulder instinctively.
He obviously couldn't understand those first aid measures, but he helped her in his own way.
The train moved with a roar, like an iron block trying to move forward, making a harsh sound on the track, and the train started to move quickly.
The conductor quickly walked into the carriage.
"What's wrong? Did you call an ambulance?"
"We'll be there in two minutes."
"Doctor Yang," Liu Cheng lowered his head to look at Yang Mo. When he saw Yang Mo didn't respond, he immediately became anxious, "Doctor Yang, do you hear me? We are almost at the station."
She just felt that she had no strength, and the hand that was originally placed on Liu Cheng's waist dropped.
"Yang Mo, wake up." Liu Cheng suddenly shouted.
It turns out he knows her name.
The train stopped again, the door opened impatiently, Liu Cheng bent down and picked her up.
Yang Mo reluctantly opened her eyes. There were dazzling lights everywhere. She couldn't hear what was going on around her. She could only hear him shouting repeatedly, "Yang Mo, Yang Mo, do you hear that?"
The subway station is so noisy, but it's so quiet behind him.
The quietness made her want to fall asleep, and she closed her eyes amid the gentle bumps.
His steps were not big, and he even staggered a little, but he held her tightly.
Let her slowly let go of the fear in her heart.
That's it.
That's it.
Yang Mo's eyes turned dark, and she kept opening and closing her eyes.
As if preparing to have a sweet dream.
…
"Yang Mo, Yang Mo." It was really a dream, Yang Mo opened her eyes with difficulty.
See Ding Jiajia's face.
"Yang Mo," Ding Jiajia's eyes suddenly turned red as their eyes met, "Are you awake? Uncle, aunt will be here today too. You really scared me to death."
The unique smell in the hospital.
Yang Mo opened her mouth, "What's wrong with me?"
"You have coronary artery sclerosis, myocardial ischemia and acute infarction at a young age. Don't go abroad to study for a Ph.D., stay in the hospital, and move to my place after you are discharged."
Ding Jiajia's chattering voice came.
Yang Mo nodded.
Ding Jiajia looked at Yang Mo with suspicion, "I will do what I say, or I will move to your house."
When they heard that she was awake, colleagues from the hospital came over one after another to talk.
After lunch, Yang Mo had the opportunity to ask Ding Jiajia, "It was Liu Cheng who carried me out of the subway station."
"Yeah, this Liu Cheng is so awesome. He carried you across a street and refused to leave even when he met an ambulance. He followed the car to the hospital. I heard someone said that he fell a few times while carrying you, and someone took a picture of you and sent it to the public.
On the Internet.”
She only remembered holding Liu Cheng's neck tightly and listening to him keep calling her name.
Liu Cheng's illness has not completely recovered, and he doesn't know if carrying her like this will stretch the wound.
"Is he okay?"
"It's okay. I stayed here the day before and made a mess in the house. I said I was taking care of people, but I couldn't even pour water."
Yang Mo could imagine Liu Cheng being in a hurry.
"When I left, I told me that I wanted you to take good care of yourself."
Ding Jiajia stayed with her until night before leaving. Yang Mo fell asleep in a daze, then woke up and saw someone standing by the window.
"Who." Yang Mo's voice was hoarse.
"It's me." The person by the window turned around.
It's Liu Cheng.
"What time is it? Why did you come here?"
"I was afraid that you forgot to close the window, so I opened it a crack because it was windy outside."
Yang Mo stood up in surprise, "How did you get here?"
"Take a taxi."
It's rare that I even learned to take a taxi, or my memory has gradually recovered.
"When I get cold, I'll call the nurse for help."
"Do you know?"
Suddenly being questioned like this, I felt a strange feeling in the darkness.
She probably doesn't know how to do it. With her personality, she usually just makes do with it, but she won't let Liu Cheng see through it.
"Go to bed early, the car is still waiting below."
You actually let the taxi wait downstairs. What kind of habit is this?
"The place you took me to last time."
Liu Cheng is talking about the National Center for the Performing Arts.
"When you get better, we'll go to the theater."
He was just going out to watch a show, he said very seriously.
She explained that stage plays are avant-garde plays, but Liu Cheng directly said that he should listen to plays, which sounded weird.
"Is it still that one?"
"Yes," Liu Cheng didn't know if something was wrong. There was a suspicious look in Liu Cheng's eyes, "What's wrong?"
I blame her for not explaining clearly. There are large theaters and small theaters in the National Theater. After seeing the small theater, go to the big theater. How can you watch one all the time? Liu Cheng finally bought it. She couldn't bear to expose it at this time, "No,
fine."
"Then you rest."
Yang Mo watched Liu Cheng walk out.
After a while, the room became quiet again. Yang Mo listened carefully for the sound of cars downstairs. For a while, she thought it was funny why she didn't ask for Liu Cheng's mobile phone number.
Liu Cheng was sick, and she was also dumbfounded. How could she easily contact him like this?
Tomorrow, I must ask tomorrow.
Unexpectedly, Yang Mo has not seen Liu Cheng since then. When it was time to leave the hospital, Ding Jiajia hesitated, "Mr. Hao is sick again. Now he is finally better. I am relieved."
Her parents were worried about her health, so they took her home to recuperate. Within a month, she became white and fat. She basically did nothing at home except reading books and checking information online. Liu Cheng didn't
After coming to see her, she finally persuaded her parents to go to Liu's house to thank Liu Cheng.
Liu's mother and Liu Miao still welcomed their family into the house with such enthusiasm.
"Xiao Cheng is out and will be home soon."
What a coincidence, I didn't expect to find him not at home.
Yang Mo sat for a while, then heard footsteps coming from the door, and Mother Liu hurriedly went out to greet her.
Yang Mo's heartbeat couldn't help but speed up.
When he came back, he probably didn't forget to ask her to go to the theater. She bought two tickets to go to the theater.
"Who's coming?" A slightly casual voice sounded.
Yang Mo couldn't help but feel happy.
"Dr. Yang."
"Which Dr. Yang?"
"I just told you that Dr. Yang has been taking care of you. Why can't you remember your child? Dr. Yang was the one who saved you from illness."
Yang Mo was almost stunned. He forgot, could he? He forgot?
Yang Mo held her hands anxiously, raised her head and looked outside.
A tall, familiar figure walked over, with a gentle and worldly smile on his face, "This is Dr. Yang." The smile spread to his eyes, showing an indescribable kindness.
Yang Mo felt as if something was suddenly broken in her heart.
The person in front of her was familiar yet strange to her.
Liu Cheng said and stretched out his hand, "I've heard my mother talk about it a long time ago, and I wanted to thank Dr. Yang. Please sit down, please sit down. Are these uncles and aunts? They look so young."
Liu Cheng speaks fluently and has a clear voice. He reaches out to pour tea for his father with skillful movements and is very lovable.
Those eyes even lingered on her body, no longer unfamiliar, cautious and deep.
That Liu Cheng, Yang Mo stuffed the National Grand Theater ticket back into his trouser pocket, with a smile on his face, "I'm just here to thank you."
"You're welcome. Dr. Yang is too polite. The first hospital is not far from here. I'll treat Dr. Yang to dinner another day." Liu Cheng said and smiled meaningfully.
This Liu Cheng.
Only she felt that time had stood still, and only she felt strange.
The person in front of her was so different from the person she knew.
After coming out of Liu's house, Yang Mo called Ding Jiajia, "Have you seen Liu Cheng recently?"
"I've seen him. He's recovering well. He drove here by himself."
"What do you think is different about this Liu Cheng from before?"
"It's different? No, it's pretty good."
Even Ding Jiajia feels this way.
"Yang Mo, what's wrong with you?"
"No," it was raining somewhere, and there was a faint bitter smell in the wind, "No." Yang Mo hung up the phone.
No.
No one thinks Liu Cheng is different from before.
"This family is very good." My mother's voice came from beside me.
Yang Mo nodded.
"That Liu Cheng doesn't look like a patient. Is he really someone who woke up after being in a coma for more than a year?"
"yes."
"Liu Cheng's mother said that Liu Cheng is now recovering as well as before."
Everyone feels the same, Liu Cheng is still the Liu Cheng he was before he got sick.
But the Liu Cheng who invited her to the theater and acted so stiffly, the Liu Cheng who held a warm embrace, and the Liu Cheng who took a taxi to the hospital late at night to close the window for her.
The wind blew on her body, making her feel a little cold, and Yang Mo shivered.
Looking up, I saw a sky full of stars.
Liu Cheng has changed. Not only has he forgotten her, he is no longer the same person she met.
Just for a moment, there was no one around her.
Why didn't anyone notice it?
Without someone, why don't they panic, why can they still live as before, and why can they smile so naturally.
It's like nothing happened.
Obviously, obviously someone is missing.
But they are not sad.
She wanted to ask, but there were smiling faces in front of her.
Everyone was laughing at her.
Was she dreaming, or was everyone playing a joke on her.
Why did she feel sour in her heart, her steps were so heavy, and the road in front of her was so dark and bumpy.
Liu Cheng, where have you been, or...
Where are you.
No one knows you or remembers you, so why do you let her remember you?
Why, this may be a problem that will never be solved.
…
Yang Mo's eyes suddenly turned into dazzling white, and then into calm blackness.
The scene in front of her suddenly disappeared, and Yang Mo suddenly woke up. Where was she? Modern or ancient? There was a yellow curtain in front of her, and her hand was firmly holding Zhou Chengling.
There was still an indescribable tightness in her chest, as if she would faint again in the blink of an eye. How long had it been since this moment? She had already embraced the belief that she would die and wanted to go with Zhou Chengling, but she did not expect to dream about the modern age.
She finally understood why she felt Zhou Chengling looked familiar and why she suddenly appeared in ancient times. Maybe everything was not what she originally thought.
Maybe she didn't come here because of Yang Molan's unwillingness.
Liu Cheng, Zhou Chengling, why didn't she think of it earlier.
The cheek in front of her was a little thin, and he lay there quietly, silently.
Even without making the slightest sound, she knew that he was here, by her side.
She can't miss it again.
Here she can laugh for him freely, see his shadow in other people's eyes, shed tears freely, and feel sadness freely.
Zhou Chengling, you are here.
Just because you are here.
She believed that she came here just because she fell in love with the people here, she came here just because she wanted to laugh with them, she wanted to stay here, she wanted to die here, she would be buried here, and she wanted to be with her loved ones.
People sleep together.
No, it's not enough. After all, I can't bear to part with it.
Reluctant to part with it.
Yang Mo stretched out her hand to ring the bell beside the bed.
The person she loves the most is right in front of her, and she can't let him leave again.
After Zhou Chengling had gone through two lives, she knew what she wanted.
"I want you. So you can't leave," Yang Mo lowered her head in Zhou Chengling's ear, "This is what you owe me and what I owe you."