C6

Song Yi, I am Xiao Jindong.

I stayed in the ward for a week, and every day, in addition to the doctors, there was a woman who sat at my bedside in the evening and told me stories in a gentle voice.

Her name was Ran Shuang.

Even though I didn't think her story was wonderful, every time she looked at me with tender eyes, I felt comfortable, as if I were being loved and needed.

I once asked her who I was and why I was here.

Ran Shuang didn't answer, but kept on telling me the same story. I know this story by heart, but every time I woke up, I couldn't remember the details, as if I had been dreaming for a long time.

On the afternoon of the seventh day, when Ran Shuang came in, I did not let her speak, but asked her straightforwardly, "Where is Xiao Jindong? I want to see him! "

Ran Shuang was startled, a look that I could not understand flashed past his eyes, as though something that he had been studying had been verified at that moment.

It was a pleasant surprise, but also a helpless one.

"I don't want to hear the story today, I want to see Xiao Jindong!" I spoke decisively. When the other party took out the old pocket watch, I swung the pillow in my hand towards him at lightning speed.

The pocket watch broke free and fell against the wall, breaking into pieces.

I heard the sound of glass exploding, so clear, so clear, like a winter ice that had been blown apart by something heavy, and the sudden burst of water that gushed out of the cracks, like a beast eager to breathe, with its bloody maw, engulfing the misty clouds of reality, and for a moment, all was clear.

Stunned, I stare at my broken pocket watch on the floor and suddenly burst into laughter.

I said, "Ran Shuang, I remember you!"

Ran Shuang laughed with some difficulty, "Of course, Song Yi. Seven days ago, I introduced myself!"

"No, not seven days ago. Five years ago!" I looked up, my long hair falling over my clenched fists.

I think my smile must be very scary because Ran Shuang's face instantly paled.

"Song Yi, you ?"

"What's wrong?" Gu Qing suddenly appeared at the door, frowning as he looked at Ran Shuang and me. Ran Shuang was startled, but quickly recovered and replied indifferently, "It's alright, my hands slipped, I'll go change it!"

Ran Shuang did not pay any more attention to me, and turned to leave. I stared at her back, at her trembling legs, the poison in her eyes.

Gu Qing walked over and stared at me for a while. Then, he suddenly took two steps back and stood outside the door once again.

Gu Qing ordered coldly, just like five years ago. At that time, he was still a young boy, but he didn't know what kind of past he had experienced, or how cold he had become.

Xiao Jindong stood behind Gu Qing. In his memories, his pupils had diluted, and the bloody scar on his face that I scratched out was actually so clear.

I stood stiffly, watching the door slowly close before me, my whole body trembling and unable to support itself as I collapsed to the floor, beads of sweat the size of beans pouring out like crazy, and I wondered if I would just melt like that.

I was too weak to climb onto the bed and just lay there, clutching the chain of my pocket watch. I was sweating so much that the tears were gone, and my eyes were dry and itchy.

"Xiao Jindong, I missed you!" I muttered to myself, and smiled, as if it was the first time I saw Xiao Jindong.

I was ten years old and he was thirteen. I wear rags and he wears rags

He was naked to the waist, and the droplets of water on his hair slid down his forehead and stopped at the corner of his mouth. Xiao Jindong's mouth had a very perfect shape, and was very suitable for kissing.

However, at that time, I didn't feel that it was suitable for kissing. I only felt that it was so beautiful, like a fairy riding on clouds and mist in the legends.

I salivated, but he chased me for three hours with the scissors in his hand.

How could a young master, who was raised in a tall building's courtyard, be a match for a rough girl like me?

I just wanted to see that beautiful young man chasing after me. I just felt that the image of my father, who was waving that wine bottle and chasing after me, was carved too deep in my mind. I thought that if that shadow changed into Xiao Jindong's appearance, I would definitely die from happiness.

Instead, I took the scissors and stabbed him in the thigh, bleeding profusely.

I knew that dreams were never suitable for a lowly person like me.

I stood there in the garden for three whole days with the scissors in my bloodstained hands, and I was so hungry that I fell to the ground and was saved.

Actually, I came here to celebrate, not to suffer. I've always known it, and I'm happy. Therefore, even though I was very hungry and tired, I never thought of running away. Because I knew that the person who bought me was not going to let me die.

It was only later that I found out that the person who bought me was Xiao Jindong's father, someone even more serious than my father. However, seeing the white rice and chicken leg that he gave me, I agreed, smiling like a fool.

Just as I was laughing, Xiao Jindong kicked my face, broke two of my teeth, and then, with a cold expression, he said to everyone in the room, "Do I have her or not, I don't get along with her!"

I think this person is really funny. What do you mean "eight words don't match"? I spit out my teeth, wiped the blood from my mouth, and continued eating.

A skinny man wearing a long gown standing next to Old Master Xiao pointed at me and muttered to Old Man Xiao for a long time. In the end, I was still left behind, but I didn't marry Old Master Xiao.

Towards this result, I was exceptionally satisfied, even more so than when I ate the white rice and chicken leg.

Xiao Jindong, such a good-looking person, if I look at him every single day, I will definitely be able to cover up all my bad memories.

I really think that even if I were to die, I would laugh like a ghost.

Xiao Jindong overturned all of my bad memories, giving me a brand-new bottom line of pain. I finally understood that what you have experienced in this world isn't the hardest, and when you live, even more painful things will happen.

If that year, that pair of scissors didn't stab into Xiao Jindong's thigh, but stabbed into my chest, I would have definitely wept tears of gratitude with a smile on my face.

"Song Yi! Wake up! " I was pushed by someone. It was as if I was sleeping in a coffin in my nightmares. Just as I was about to be pushed over, there were people who didn't let me.

I loathed it so much that I hated it so much that I shouted with all my might, "Cover it! Cover it for me!"

I didn't want to wake up, but I was dragged awake. I opened my eyes and stared straight ahead, and if I had a knife, I would stick it in this man's heart and never let go.

"Look at me, Song Yi! I am Xiao Jindong!"

A brand-new pocket watch swung in the mist, and I saw a man behind it, bent over with fine eyebrows, frowning slightly, his eyes suffused with a familiar air.

I grinned, and a sweet smell filled my nose. "Shen Jianing, you're back!"