Ning Feng sat on the empty hospital bed next to him and quietly watched Yang Yue take out the cooked porridge from the lunch box.Tentatively......
Let's call it porridge.Wang Zhengde took the porridge that was obviously mushy and had a strange black color, and silently raised his head to look at Yang Yue."
Uh......
Well, I'm not very good at it. ”Yang Yue scratched his cheeks a little weakly, revealing an embarrassed smile: "But I've tasted it myself, and I can still drink it." ”Wang Zhengde nodded and silently drank the bowl of hot porridge.Seeing that Wang Zhengde's face did not change, the corners of Ning Feng's mouth twitched.This is a ......
Is there no sense of taste, or is it because it is Yang Yue who cooks the porridge?"
In this world, the price of rice is very expensive."
Wang Zhengde looked up at Yang Yue, his eyes were indescribably complicated: "Thank you." ”Yang Yue sat next to him with a smile: "Don't worry, I've saved a little money over the years, I can cook some home-cooked food or something, and it's still okay for Mr.
Wang to replenish your body." ”"At the newspaper, I also told the boss.""
He said, let me take good care of you first, and he will reimburse the expenses."
As she spoke, Yang Yue took out some flowers from her bag and put them in a bottle in the ward.Ning Feng looked closely, these flowers were white, but the stamens were faintly red.The flower branches have some thorns, which are somewhat plausible compared to roses."
Mr.
Wang, this is a new variety that I have cultivated in my spare time, and I call it Thorn Flower."
Yang Yue turned around with a smile: "The fragrance of this flower is very strong, just to clear the smell of disinfectant water in this ward." ”"However, don't touch it lightly, its branches have a lot of spikes and will prick your hands."
Wang Zhengde was stunned for a moment, and then nodded.At this time, the clock on the wall began to rotate rapidly, and the day and night outside the window were also rapidly alternating, and Yang Yue kept appearing and leaving in the ward.Ning Feng was still sitting on the hospital bed, watching the turn of time, looking at Wang Zhengde on the hospital bed, his eyes that were like a pool of stagnant water finally had a little more vitality.Wang Zhengde......
It's changed.Ning Feng also vaguely understood that Wang Zhengde knew that Yang Yue died in the Wang family, and the age of death should not be long.However, because Wang Zhengde was beaten out of the Wang family, there was no way to go back, so he wrote down the story of Fujiyama Village.Perhaps, Wang Zhengde wanted more people to know the ugliness of Fujiyama Village, so he wrote this story.For this matter, he has the motivation to live.But......
It's just about living.He doesn't care about the health of his body, nor does he care about his living environment, and by torturing his body, it seems that he can atone for his sins.But now, with the appearance of Yang Yue, no matter whether Wang Zhengde regards him as a stranger who looks similar, or firmly believes that the other party is Yang Yue, Wang Zhengde seems to finally have a little more hope to live.So, in the turn of time, Wang Zhengde was gradually able to go to the ground.He began to stand at the window early day after day, just staring down.Whenever he saw that familiar figure, Wang Zhengde would subconsciously show a smile.The thorn flowers brought by Yang Yue were also well taken care of by Wang Zhengde.Although it is simply placed in a vase, it does not wither for a long time, which is completely different from those flowers that will wither after a short time of cutting.Until the day of discharge, the petals of the thorn flower did not have a trace of brown."
Mr.
Wang, congratulations on being discharged from the hospital!"
Yang Yue came to the ward with his bag on his back: "The boss said, let me help you change places to live."
You're the most popular writer in the newspaper right now, and the boss doesn't want you to get sick. ”"Oh, what about you?"
Wang Zhengde took advantage of the situation and made a joke.Yang Yue showed a hint of embarrassment: "Of course I hope Mr.
Wang gets better, but it's not because of business, I like Mr.
Wang's works very much." ”Although it was just an ordinary compliment, Wang Zhengde's eyes had a smile in his eyes.This kind of change, compared to the previous one, is simply a world of difference.Ning Feng looked at the calendar on the wall, and although he knew that it was just a memory, he was still relieved.Half a month.Wang Zhengde saw hope in the past half a month, and he was finally willing to live well.Yang Yue, who was helping to pack up his clothes, suddenly said, "And......
I don't know why, in this story, I always feel that everyone else is real, but only the 'happily married' Satsuki is a bit ......
It's kind of weird. ”Wang Zhengde's eyebrows moved, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Oh?
What do you think is strange?
”Yang Yue blinked: "How can I say it, in that environment, with such a gentle character, can she really live this life so smoothly?"
”"And when I look at that character, I feel inexplicably ......
There is a sense of familiarity. ”Wang Zhengde was silent for a moment, and there was a hint of shock in his eyes, and in an instant, he became choked again."
Ah, I'm sorry, maybe I took it for granted."
Yang Yue hurriedly apologized, thinking that Wang Zhengde didn't like his evaluation.Wang Zhengde shook his head: "No, you're right, a story is a story."
It's just that......
No matter how you decorate it, it can't hide the mottled incompleteness in history. ”Yang Yue blinked, as if he could see that Wang Zhengde was sad, and just as he wanted to speak, he heard a rush of footsteps.A young man in a suit and leather shoes hurriedly walked in and couldn't help asking, "Yang Yue, didn't you say it was soon?"
The cars downstairs are rushing. ”Ning Feng looked back, and the young man who came in looked like he was about thirty, and he was polite.It's just this look......
How does it feel familiar?
Wang Zhengde looked at the young man and showed a hint of doubt: "Are you also from the newspaper?"
Haven't seen you?
”The young man smiled: "Hello, Mr.
Wang, like Yang Yue, I have just joined the newspaper not long ago, just call me Xiaoliu." ”Ning Feng, who was listening, frowned.Koyanagi?
This surname......
The child of the concubine Liu?
Thinking of Xu Ting and Liu Qiang's previous words, Ning Feng frowned, this young man surnamed Liu could not be the son of Wang Zhengde's brother and the Liu family, the one who held his mother's ashes, watched Yang Yue breathe, and finally made a big fuss about the Wang family and left.On the other hand, Wang Zhengde didn't seem to think much about it, just nodded politely.Soon, the three left the ward.…… The picture changes again at this point.In this dynamic picture, Wang Zhengde moved into the attic in the center of the street, and the living environment was much better than before.And most importantly, he also happened to be neighbors with Yang Yue.After coming and going, Wang Zhengde, Yang Yue, and Xiaoliu became very good friends.Wang Zhengde's complexion also improved at a speed visible to the naked eye.So, on the day when the picture was frozen, the full moon in the night sky was ushered in, and the Mid-Autumn Festival when the three of them got together.In the backyard of the attic, Wang Zhengde looked at Yang Yue and Xiaoliu who were busy working, and couldn't help but helplessly: "It's a big holiday, if you don't go back to your own home, what are you doing here." ”Koyanagi shrugged: "My mother has passed away, and the rest of the family is also dead and scattered, and now it's just one person, it's the same everywhere." ”Wang Zhengde was slightly stunned.Yang Yue showed an expression that was not surprised: "Oh, Mr.
Wang, don't you live alone." ”"Who hasn't had some hardships these days.""
In short, the three of us can barely be regarded as a 'family reunion'."
Wang Zhengde smiled dumbly: "Also, the three of us have known each other for more than a year, indeed, ......"
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After a while, the three of them sat down one after another, not only prepared some meat and vegetables, but also prepared a little rice wine.Between the three of them pushing the cups and changing the lamps, they soon felt a little drunk.Watching them laugh and laugh, Ning Feng leaned against the wall slightly, looking up at the bright moon and starry sky in Wang Zhengde's memory."
Well, it's pretty."
Ning Feng muttered to himself, and couldn't help but fall into the memory.For as long as he can remember, the world has been in turmoil.Many festivals have long been ignored due to the impact of war, radiation, and infectious diseases.The strange advent has become the last straw that crushes everyone.All the folk festivals that have been circulated in China have also been forgotten after the arrival of the strange.When the warmth of childhood came into view again, Ning Feng couldn't help but be a little obsessed.He thought of his parents, and an indescribable sense of sadness welled up in his heart.Suddenly, there was a strange movement, pulling Ning Feng's thoughts back.When I looked closely, Yang Yue and Xiaoliu were already too drunk and fell to the side.Wang Zhengde seems to be still awake.He looked at Yang Yue, who was exactly the same as the person he loved, and his eyes gradually changed from nostalgia to fiery and charming.Xu was drunk, Wang Zhengde subconsciously stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Yang Yue's face.But at the moment when his fingers were about to touch his skin, Wang Zhengde was excited, and his expression became self-reproachful and annoyed.In the end, he took a robe from the room and gently covered it for Yang Yue.