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Some matters feel to me like a slap; every time I think of them, I receive a stinging blow to the face

- Fang Weiyang

I opened my mouth and stared for a long time, only to suddenly come to my senses. While pulling out my phone to dial 120, I staggered towards her.

What do you want to do? I asked in surprise, "You have just come out of the operating room!"

The fact that he has not returned in the past eight years feels like a slap; each time I think of it, I receive a stinging blow.

This is the last time I come here. I warn myself of this deep down.

The nurse glanced at us with a hint of impatience, instructed me to find her at the nurse's station later, and then went on to attend to other matters

I did not expect that the girl on the hospital bed asked me to wait for a moment in order to escape from the hospital

Fang Weiyang

"Help me escape," he said, and without waiting for my consent, he pulled me out.

In July, she sat down again, smiled at me awkwardly, and took a sip of her milk tea. Under the dim light, the color in her eyes was elusive and hard to grasp

"Wait a moment." Her voice was weak and lacking in energy

This is a path I loved to walk when I was young, because at the end of the road, in the white house, lives my father—Fang Chongyan

And you?

July is not the first person to mispronounce my name, I did not correct her, perhaps I have corrected too many people and have long grown weary of explaining

The sea breeze made my eyes feel somewhat uncomfortable, and there is nothing worth lingering over here. I glanced at the window on the upper floor, then turned around and began to walk back along the path.

I discreetly covered my bag, feeling the sweat trickling down my back

I got up and looked at his bleeding forehead, glaring at him with resentment. At that moment, I heard a weak groan of pain, and when I turned my head, I was met with a scene that left me utterly astonished

I shook my head and looked down at the crumbs of the cookie in my palm, preparing to take a tissue out of my bag to wipe it. Suddenly, with a loud "bang," my body was jolted by someone, nearly causing me to fall. I frowned and looked at the disheveled person in front of me, who had a face full of panic.

Because the doctor on the ambulance directly took her to the operating room, at this moment, I am also unclear about the exact reason she collapsed on the street

Under the soft incandescent light, her lips were dry, her pale cheeks showed no trace of color, and her starkly contrasting large eyes revealed a hint of pleading

The corridor of the hospital is empty and desolate, the sound of the pendulum on the wall piercing my eardrums. It is the first time I realize that I too can meddle in others' affairs, and the consequence of meddling is to attract a heap of trouble

I want to go back; I will invite you to dinner when I have time. After a long while, July finally spoke, then took my hand and wrote a series of numbers in my palm

I coldly stared at him, already categorizing him as a "madman" in my heart

Half an hour later, the girl was pushed out by the nurse and sent to the ward. I followed along, feeling somewhat at a loss.

Even if this stranger has come many times before, they still choose not to believe

Ah ... ... Oh dear ... ... Eek ... ... '' He extended his hand, gesturing towards me with a series of unintelligible sounds.

He hunched his back, his entire body was filthy beyond belief, and the tattered brownish-yellow coat he wore was greasy, making him look quite ridiculous. His face, dark and covered in grime, revealed no indication of age, except for a pair of eyes that moved rapidly, and upon catching sight of me, he seemed somewhat agitated.

Seeing my reaction, he suddenly grabbed my wrist and pulled me away. I let out a scream, and after realizing what had happened, I found that I had already been dragged several meters away by him

Perhaps I should not blame him, after all, my mother remarried after he left, and life has been relatively stable. My stepfather, Shen Huai, is a man worthy of her lifelong commitment, and he treats me as his own. They are considerate of my feelings and have even chosen not to have children.

"Family members, please? Follow me to complete the hospitalization procedures." A short nurse glanced at me, signaling me to follow her.

After tying her shoelaces, she stood up and walked to the door to check the situation outside. Seeing me in a daze, she gave me a weak smile and said, "Light beauty, thank you for today!"

The "madman" lay on the ground, raised his head to look at me, then extended his finger pointing ahead, babbling, his eyes filled with anxiety

I hesitated for a moment, lifted my foot, but the corner of my clothing was caught by the girl on the hospital bed

Is it not the end of August? We truly have a connection, don't we?" She laughed heartily

I had just wanted to speak when she raised her index finger and made a "shh" gesture towards me, until the nurse in the corridor walked by

Ten www.hetushucom .com five minutes later, she and I each held a cup of milk tea, sitting on a park bench, watching the pedestrians in the night, each with their own thoughts.

The scenery on both sides was rapidly receding, yet no matter how hard I struggled, I could not break free from the strong grip of the person in front of me. He pulled me into an old alley and ran forward frantically. Gritting my teeth, I forcefully charged into him with my body. His foot was tripped, and with a loud "thud," he fell heavily to the ground. Due to the force of inertia, I was thrown against the wall beside me

I have just lost a child

Help ... ... " she struggled to utter the two words with her dry voice

She slightly tilted her head, the shattered light of the streetlamp reflected in her eyes, her voice light and airy, yet remarkably clear

But why does he know to pull me to save others yet refuses to go save them himself? Or does he know that he is more likely to be seen as the bad guy, thus not wanting to get into trouble?

Thinking of the stranger who dragged me into the alley, a wave of guilt surged within me, and I seemed to owe him an apology

I do not know whether her reckless act of running out has any consequences, as it seems we still owe a sum for medical expenses. She did not turn to look at me, her unfocused gaze fixed on a point, appearing to be deep in thought. I sat quietly with her for a while, and then she suddenly spoke to me

Just call me July

I smiled bitterly, feeling that at this moment, I was no different from the group of stray cats I had just seen, both of us possessing the same delicate and sensitive thoughts

After finishing her milk tea, she did not speak, and silence flowed between us. I am indeed not good at conversing with strangers, and it is difficult for me to voice even the doubts I have in my heart.

Then, without even glancing at me, she stood up and left with a cold indifference. The chilly wind lifted her thin sweater, making her appear like a lonely fallen leaf in late autumn

When I arrived at the block, it was getting dark, and the vegetable vendors had already packed up. A few stray cats were gathered on the ground, sniffing for food. I crouched down and waved a few pieces of biscuits from my pocket in front of them. They looked at me timidly, so I had to place the biscuits on the ground and step back to a safe distance. Only then did they rush forward.

I locked eyes with her for a few seconds, then I turned my head and softly said to the nurse: "Excuse me, I will come over later"

She glanced at me, then lowered her head, as if she could not find the time to respond. She bent down to tie her shoelaces, her body wrinkling in pain from the movement. Large beads of sweat continuously rolled down from the side of her face beneath her short hair. Clearly, her body did not permit it, yet she still insisted on pushing herself.

On the left side, a path of pink wildflowers has bloomed, while on the right side, outside the railing, the wind blows from the azure sea towards the face, soft and gentle

After the age of ten, I never saw Fang Chongyan again, nor the beautiful little boy he had adopted

What exactly happened? Looking at her silhouette, I couldn't help but ask loudly out of curiosity

The wrought iron gate outside the yard is locked, and from my standing position, I can only catch a glimpse of a corner of the swimming pool, seeing the murky water and the pile of apricot-yellow fallen leaves, which indicates that this place has not been tended to for a long time

After walking a short distance, she stopped upon hearing my words. She stood in the faint moonlight, with the soft chirping of crickets in her ears

The tone is filled with sincerity

What are you doing! I heard the roar erupting from my chest due to anger

Light beauty, what is your name

As soon as the nurse left, she, who had just been lying on the hospital bed receiving an IV drip a minute earlier, immediately pulled out the needle, weakly got out of bed, and found her coat and shoes to put on

It has been proven how foolish my question was

Fang Chongyan's marriage to my mother came to an end when I was six years old. After their divorce, I was awarded to my mother, but I would spend a week here every year

In a dark corner of the alley, a frail girl was curled up on the ground, clutching her stomach in pain. Her face was deathly pale, and beneath her, a pool of glaring fresh blood was flowing.

My heart seems to have slipped through a wave of anguish

Laughter ceased as a little girl holding a balloon ran past in front of me, and July suddenly went rigid all over. I looked at her in confusion. At that moment, the little girl's balloon flew away, and she began to cry out "Mommy." July instinctively put down her milk tea and intended to get up when a woman in a beige dress rushed over, picked up the little girl, and hurriedly comforted her.

I have always believed that it was he who abandoned me and my mother

The lights in the operating room are still on, and I am staring at the red letters above, a wave of inexplicable emotions surging within me. Everything that just happened feels like a dream, and even now, I cannot distinguish whether I am in a dream or in reality.