The smell of disinfectant spreads.

The bottle was ticking, and the people walking through the corridor were like wandering ghosts, blurred in the eyes.

In the huge ward, there were voices deliberately lowering their voices.

When the door was opened, Su Mingan raised his head and saw a stack of paper with illegible handwriting in his blurred vision.

Although he couldn't see clearly the words on it and everything was hazy, he knew it was a critical illness notice.

In my ears, the accompanying community members whispered:

"...Why did it happen like this? What should I do if I leave a child behind..."

Su Mingan raised his hand to take the piece of paper, but the hand of the community worker next to him intercepted his hand, and the pen tip signed with a "swish, swish" sound.

Su Mingan put down his hand. The moment his vision touched his palm, the moment he saw that small hand, he suddenly realized - it was the hand of a child.

He realized that this was probably another dream - due to his daily practice, he could often wake up from dreams and rarely find it difficult to recognize dreams. While silently staring at the white wall of the hospital in front of him, he was thinking

There was some hesitation in the idea of ​​waking up.

"Can I see my father?" He turned to the community members and said, using the word "father" instead of the "dad" that ordinary children use.

"Son, your dad's condition is very good now. He just needs to stay in the hospital for a while." The faceless community worker gently patted his shoulder with his big hand, and his tone was very gentle, as if he was coaxing a child: "Now

He needs to rest. When he wakes up and has had enough time in the hospital, can you go and see him again?"

"You're lying to me." Su Mingan said, "You clearly know that it will be difficult for him to wake up again."

Shock appeared on the faces of community members.

But in Su Mingan's eyes, they were circles of twisted black holes, accompanied by abnormal expressions, circle after circle, gradually shattering the peaceful scene in front of him.

"I obviously know that." He said, "This is the last time."

The scene in front of me is shattering and collapsing.

He looked at the gradually distorted picture in front of him, like watching a silent black and white silent film, like the picture on the TV being stained with snowflakes bit by bit, and then gradually returning to nothingness.

He stepped forward, stabilized the image that was about to collapse, and lifted his steps. He passed through the gradually transparent community members, passed through the snow-white walls, passed by the silent crowd like ghosts, and dived into the sea of ​​​​people like a fish.

, he passed by the faceless people in white coats, as if they were racing against time. When he passed through the door of the intensive care unit, he was relieved, and then saw a white bed.

Here, everything was pure white. He saw the white quilt spread like snow on the man's body. Each of the white bandages was dazzling. The lines of the electrocardiogram were erratic in his eyes. Everything seemed to have dark corners.

Not very clear.

He saw the man's face, a familiar face. The man's eyelids were closed and his chest rose and fell weakly.

The man seemed to be completely wrapped in white.

Su Mingan put his hand on his, and he stood outside the hospital bed, as if standing in the human world. He looked at the angel wrapped in pure white, watching his life go away little by little.

Next to his ears, the water in the bottle was ticking. It was obviously a very slight sound, but in such a quiet environment, it seemed to be amplified countless times. Su Mingan closed his eyes and felt the temperature in his hands, which was getting colder little by little.

Thin it down.

Finally, he seemed to feel something and opened his eyes.

What met him was a pair of eyes that were very similar to his.

"Ming'an." The man looked at him, with wrinkles trembling in the corners of his eyes: "...you're here."

"Um."

"I lay in the ICU for a long time and thought about it for a long time..." The man said slowly: "When I rushed toward the street that day, I didn't actually think too much, and I even felt honored. But when I became like now

In this way, after being paralyzed and losing consciousness several times, I thought of you."

"Ming'an, dad doesn't regret his actions of saving people." He held Su Ming'an's hand and slowly rolled his hand into his palm: "But, I'm sorry, dad couldn't grow up with you."

"It doesn't matter." Su Mingan did not withdraw his hand, but moved closer to the man. His tone was gentler than ever before: "I have grown up. In a month... no, more than two months ago, I just

Step into the university gate."

"I'm very happy." The man's voice was weak but steady. He seemed to want to raise his other hand and touch Su Ming'an's face, but in the end he lacked the strength.

Su Ming'an stretched out his hand and held the man's hand with both hands, his attitude was like a pilgrim.

He put the gauze-wrapped hand to his cheek and let him caress it.

"I'm very happy..." The man's hand moved slightly, and his fingers moved away from Su Ming'an's face without touching the entire palm, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

Su Mingan remained motionless, feeling that the dreamland was collapsing.

Lucid dreams are originally constructed by people themselves. Once a dream is created for oneself, it is often difficult to maintain the dream state once there are great emotional ups and downs.

He just wanted to stay here for a while before he could forcefully stabilize his dream state.

"...Ming'an, you have grown into a very good person." The man said with a smile.

"I have not become like my mother." Su Mingan said: "I am very lucky. Although I have lived an extremely ordinary life all the way here, I am more suitable for this world than my mother."

"Your mother is just a little too anxious. In fact, I have tried to persuade her many times, but she can't listen. She just loves her art too much - I don't ask you to forgive her, Ming'an, but

I hope her actions did not leave too many shadows on you." The man slowly put down his hand and said in a voice as light as a feather:

"For us, we don't need you to be very good. As long as our children live a healthy and happy life, we will be very satisfied - you see, Ming'an, just like your name, we were originally

I hope you will have a smooth and bright road in your life.

Peace and peace. High school entrance examination, college entrance examination, enter a university you are satisfied with, study a major you are satisfied with, find a job you are satisfied with, marry... someone you like. We do not ask you what your grades are or how much you have earned in your life.

Money, as long as you live happily, that's fine."

"I'm fine." Su Mingan said.

He seemed to hear the ticking sound of the bottle getting faster and faster, like the second hand turning little by little.

He covered the man's hand again and felt that the hand was getting colder.

"Ming'an, how are you doing now? Are you satisfied with your college life? How good is your relationship with your roommates? What club activities have you participated in... I remember that you have been particularly fond of reading detective novels since you were a child, and those...

It's a big book, I should have a lot of time to read it now...

…” The man babbled: “By the way, if you have a girl you like, you must be brave enough to pursue her. College is your happiest time, and you must have a love that will not make you regretful… I remember our family

The girl next to you seems to like you too..."

"Very good." Su Mingan looked at him: "Everything about me is fine."

"……good."

The man looked at him and laughed:

"Ming'an, this world is a beautiful place. Don't change your mind because of your mother. You have to believe... everything will get better."

The sunlight outside the window slowly fell down, casting a golden strip of light.

For a moment, the man turned his head slightly, and the skylight fell into his eyes, as if mixed with the strong emotions in his eyes.

Su Mingan seemed to see a faint smile on the man's face in his gradually blurred vision.

It's obviously a very close distance, but it's like climbing over mountains and ridges.

He was looking at the man whose whole body was bathed in light, gradually dimming.

There is a clear dividing line between heaven and earth.

Before the dream finally collapsed, he heard a man's almost silent murmur.

"...Ming'an, you have to be good."

Su Mingan looked at the pure whiteness on the hospital bed and gradually moved away from him.

He stood there, touching the back of his hand.

"Don't worry, father." He said distantly, speaking toward the light that was dimming little by little. His tone was very calm, as if he was stating something that was absolutely certain.

...him and this world.

It will all be fine.

…

Su Mingan opened his eyes.

He felt like he was lying on the table, and his right palm was hot.

His hand seemed to be held by someone, and the other person's fingers squeezed his palm tightly, and warm energy was transmitted bit by bit.

He slowly raised his head, his vision became clearer and clearer, and he saw Lolita closing her eyes and concentrating.

She seemed to have been sitting here for a long time, and her hair was stained by some light spots pouring in from the window. She closed her eyes, and her curled eyelashes looked quiet.

When she noticed the movement here, her beautiful wine-red pupils opened little by little, and warm light fell into her eyes, making them sparkling.

"You're awake." Hui Shuhang said, but did not take his hand away: "I'm sorry, because your condition didn't look good, I restored you without your permission. I can't get up and salute now.

,terribly sorry."

"...It's okay." Su Ming'an looked out the window.

There is still the big square outside the window, with many people in white shirts busy. Today's square has a more festive atmosphere than yesterday. Bright yellow flags are flying on the upper floors of the building, like stars in the sky.
To be continued...