After the second uncle and others left, the big lights in the ward were turned off, leaving only two small lamps beside the bed.
Uncle Han and Aunt Qi went to see them off.
Han Ziqi and I were lying on one side of the middle bed, watching this young man.
"He looks a little rosy."
"Well, Uncle Huang said that his physical function has recovered better than mine, but I don't know why he hasn't woken up yet."
I suddenly remembered: "When the two of us returned to our bodies, my second uncle pressed us on the forehead. Is it because no one pressed him that he couldn't come back?"
"I don't know." Han Ziqi shook his head, "We'll find out when he comes."
The conversation between Uncle Han and Aunt Qi rang out in the corridor, and we quickly moved away, ran back to the bed and lay down pretending to sleep.
Uncle Han was laughing. As soon as he entered the ward and saw the two of us 'asleep', he motioned to Aunt Qi to keep her voice down: "This girl Nuanting is also very tired, let's go to sleep too."
"Okay, I'll take Nuan Ting to sleep on the bed by the window. You and Xiao Qi go together. Don't press his oxygen tube and keep an eye on him."
"knew."
Then there was the rustling sound of undressing.
My whole body felt tense. I haven't slept with another adult since my mother left.
But Aunt Qi's body was so soft and fragrant. She felt so at ease lying next to me, and I almost fell asleep.
Fortunately, a white shadow appeared at the door in time and I woke up.
I squinted my eyes and looked out the door, where a white shadow flashed past... This scene seemed familiar.
That’s right! On the day we had the celebration banquet, I saw a white shadow at the door! It turned out I was not mistaken!
I heard Han Ziqi's direction, Han Ziqi coughed slightly, and after a while he coughed again.
Only then did I realize that he might be giving me a hint, so I coughed too, and sure enough, Han Ziqi stopped coughing.
At this time, the white shadow slowly walked through the door panel, carefully looked around the ward, and then walked to the bed of the young man in the middle and looked at it quietly.
As Han Ziqi said, he was not a harmful ghost. He was lighter in color than the hanged ghost I saw for the first time.
I squinted my eyes and looked at him through the gaps in my eyelids. My eyes gradually moved to his face, and I was stunned for a moment.
He is truly the soul of a young man!
But why doesn't he return to his body?
Obviously Uncle Huang said he could wake up?
Just as I was thinking about it, Bai Yingying suddenly began to sob softly. The ghost cry was very small, but it penetrated my ears like an ethereal cat's meow, making my head dizzy.
He cried for a while, then turned around and floated away.
I got out of bed quietly, and when Han Ziqi saw it, he got down quietly too. Neither of us wore any shoes, so we quietly opened the door and walked out with our bare feet.
The white shadow was floating towards the stairs where Han Ziqi went before.
Han Ziqi and I held our little hands, pressed against the wall, and followed him furtively.
Bai Yingying took a remote route out of the hospital building and sat on the flower bed between the two buildings to bask in the stars.
We were hiding in the building, and Han Ziqi asked me in a low voice: "Did you see it? Is it him?"
I nodded: "It's him, but why doesn't he return to his body?"
"……have no idea."
"I'll ask him."
"I'll go with you to give you courage."
"Um!"
Han Ziqi and we walked behind Bai Yingying. The pebbles on the ground hurt our feet, and I couldn't help but scream.
But Bai Yingying didn't look back, and he probably didn't expect that I could see him.
I stood still and scratched my forehead: "Um...why don't you turn back?"
The white shadow's back froze, and he suddenly turned his head in surprise. His face was pale and pale, as if it were covered with white flour. The two big black circles looked like pandas, and his expression was also very stiff.
Hiss...it's still quite scary.
"Can you see me?"
"Yes." I nodded.
"Aren't you afraid of me?"
I glanced at him and turned away decisively: "You just look a little scary."
Bai Yingying was even more surprised. He pointed at Han Ziqi who was staring at his position: "He can too?"
"He can feel you."
His mouth was opened wide, and the inside of his mouth was dark, like a deep hole.
I got goosebumps.
Han Ziqi asked me: "Did he say that? Why didn't he return to his body? Is it because he couldn't return?"
Bai Yingying suddenly laughed: "It's not that I can't go back, it's that I don't want to go back."
Gee, this person is really weird. Not wanting to return to his body is no different from not wanting to live anymore.
I relayed his words to Han Ziqi.
Han Ziqi's bright black eyes widened: "How is that possible? He doesn't want to go back and look at his body every day."
Bai Yingying seemed to have been struck in the center, his head hanging low. I was really afraid that his head would suddenly fall off his neck.
"I don't have money to pay for the hospital bills."
"He said he had no money to pay for hospitalization." I really didn't expect this to be the reason, but I don't know what it feels like to have no money. I really can't understand it.
Han Ziqi was also confused.
I said: "My second uncle has already paid it for you."
"I know, but I don't have the money to pay back." Bai Ying hugged his knees and suddenly began to cry softly, red blood tears dripping down his pale face onto the pink petals next to him.
"I'm too stressed, woo woo woo, why are there people in this world, why are there money, why do you have to use money no matter what you do, why some people are born with a golden key in their mouths,
What about me? I was abandoned by my parents when I was born. They let me go to the orphanage when I was 18 years old. I was uneducated and malnourished. It was difficult to find a job. I couldn’t even eat. What am I still doing here?"
He started complaining just like pouring beans through a bamboo tube. It was obvious that we were not familiar with each other.
"What you said makes no sense." I couldn't help but refute him, "When I was still in the village, there was a grandma named Yuan. Her daughter and son didn't care about her, and she couldn't work by herself. She usually collected rags in exchange for money and could buy something.
If you can afford rice and noodles, how can you not afford rice?"
"Scavenging rags? Is there a way out for picking rags? Is it a stable job? How much money can I earn?"
He turned his head and roared at me, and the cold breath sprayed from his mouth onto my face, which made my head spin. I subconsciously blew it back, and then he was knocked away by the Yang Qi I blew.
"Ah!!!" Bai Yingying fell heavily against the wall of the clinic building opposite, and then fell to the ground.
He got up angrily and pointed at me with trembling blue-grey fingers: "You look down on me, don't you? How dare you, a little brat, look down on me?!"
I was a little confused, why would he think so? I just didn't agree with what he said, and I didn't mean to look down on him.
But he looked very angry, and the whiteness all over his body was thicker, like milk: "I know you all look down on me, and look down on me for having no father, no mother, no family property. Do you think I want that?"
"I did not mean that……"
Han Ziqi pulled me: "What are you talking about?"
I looked at Bai Yingying, who was jumping in anger, and whispered to Han Ziqi.
Han Ziqi's mouth twitched: "Why is he so sensitive?"
"What is sensitivity?"
"It's just... I'm just suspicious. Maybe I have too low self-esteem. It turns out that the apartment next door to my family is this kind of person."
I still couldn't understand. Han Ziqi had turned around and spoke to Bai Yingying: "Whatever you want to think and do is all your business, but you should return to your body quickly or don't show up. You have Yin Qi
, if it affects my parents, I will find a Taoist priest to break up your soul!"
Bai Yingying shivered hard, looked at Han Ziqi with eyes full of fear, and ran away like a gust of wind.
...What the hell, I was talking to him nicely, and he got angry and yelled at me for blowing off my yin energy. Han Ziqi scared him, but he actually got scared.