Ji Shanhai can't grow old with Lin day and night, but he can accompany her until she is old.

The end of Lin Daynight's life is death, while the end of Ji Shanhai's life is Lin Daynight.

There are many people in the hospital, and the nurses who come and go wear white uniforms and flesh-pink knitwear sweaters, chirp and chew the base of their tongues, weaving into a unique information network within the hospital.

"The man who accompanies the bed in the VIP ward is so handsome!"

"I know, I know, it's the gentleman surnamed Ji, right?"

"Is the old lady he has been taking care of his mother, when I went in to change the drip bottle, I saw that he took care of him so much. ”

"No, I heard that they don't seem to be immediate relatives, they are not related by blood. ”

"Is it an adopted son?"

"No, no, I heard that it's a husband and wife. ”

"Husband and wife, seriously, that woman is enough to be a. ”

"It shouldn't be a sugar daddy, rich woman, I don't want to work hard or something......"

“......”

Jishan Customs came to the door and isolated all the gossip from the ward.

He sat down again beside Lin Tianye's bedside, picked up an apple from the fruit basket at the bedside, and lowered his head to peel it carefully.

Those small and fragmented gossip actually Lin Tian and Night also heard it, she didn't listen to it less over the years, but she didn't say it, just pursed her lips into a line.

Ji Shanhai peeled the apple, scraped it into a soft puree with a spoon, and fed it to her little by little.

Lin Tianye lowered his head slightly and held the spoon, and swallowed the apple puree twice.

The room was eerily quiet, the ticking sound of the liquid falling from the drip bottle and the subtle sound of the second hand of the clock were intertwined, and Lin Tianye swallowed a mouthful of saliva and broke the silence: "Put on a song." ”

The wall of the VIP ward was plastered with a sound-absorbing sponge to completely isolate the sound from inside and outside, but she still added a sentence: "Just use your mobile phone, don't make noise to others." ”

Ji Shanhai took out his mobile phone: "What song do you want to listen to?"

She tilted her head and thought for a moment: "Heart-wrenching jokes and long daydreams", from the Universal Youth Hostel. ”

The soothing sound of the guitar poured out, and the gentle folk song wrapped the poem-like lyrics in the melody, and Lin Tian and Night slowly narrowed his eyes.

"Who comes from the mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, but is confined to day and night, kitchen and love"

The world is so big, but there are three things that make people willingly cocoon themselves and confined to it.

Day and night, kitchen, and love.

Day and night are time, day and night, and the torrent of years that rolls forward and never stops.

The kitchen is mundane, the smell of oil smoke on the apron, and the ordinary firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea.

And love ......

It doesn't need to be described in too many words.

Lin fell asleep day and night, and Ji Shanhai closed the door of the ward from the outside lightly.

"Sir, your phone is ringing. ”

The nurse in the pink mask pointed to his phone and reminded him.

Only then did Ji Shanhai realize that the interface of the mobile phone had not been paused, and the soft and gentle folk song was still playing.

"I'm sorry. ”

He looked down and clicked on the screen a few times, and then he heard the young female nurse ask him curiously, "Is that your mother the one inside?"

Ji Shanhai didn't answer anything, just clutched his phone tightly and left without saying a word.

......

Lin Tianye didn't survive her sixty-five years old in the end.

"Please pay your respects. ”

Ji Shanhai thought that he had lived in this world for so many years, and he had long been indifferent to things like life and death.

Although he had expected this to happen, when he really heard the phrase "we did our best" from the doctor in the white coat, his mind was still blank, and it exploded with a "buzz".

Lin Dayye's body was sent to the funeral home, and it won't be long before it was cremated, but Ji Shanhai's eyes were like a montage, repeatedly echoing the picture of Lin Daynight before his death.

The scene was like a movie, invisibly changing the picture, the small, lying in swaddling clothes and crying, Lin Tianye squatting in the small corner at the entrance of the kindergarten and burying his head deeply, Lin Tianye wearing a penguin hat in the aquarium, and Lin Tianye with a picture clip on his back and shining eyes......

He was reluctant to blink for a second, for fear that if he blinked, she would disappear.

And she's actually gone.

Time is really a vague concept for him, and when Lin is day and night, his calendar revolves around her piles and piles, and when she leaves, the passage of time and the turn of years seem to have lost their meaning.

He went from being an immortal man to a walking corpse wandering the world.

Ji Shanhai held Lin Dayye's urn, and often thought of her appearance when he was stunned. Strange to say, what he remembered was never what she was like later, not the sixty-year-old who passed a thousand sails, not the gloomy and depressed at the age of fifty, not the age difference between them at the age of forty, nor the dominance in the workplace at the age of thirty.

What came to his mind was always the same thing as they had been standing side by side in an empty, rough apartment forty years ago.

They were all dressed in white and were carrying buckets of paint and scribbling on the walls.

Colorful colors splashed on their heads, faces, and bodies, and colorful paint was everywhere.

Lin dipped a paint brush in white day and night, and dyed their hair the same white, so childish.

The paint bucket fell to the ground with a "thud", they hugged each other tightly, and Lin Tian and night leaned into his ear and spoke softly.

- so that we will be white-headed together.

......

Ji Shanhai stayed in the city for three years, and after more than a thousand days and nights, he stepped on a plane to the United States.

After a 12-hour long flight, the plane landed at San Francisco International Airport.

The sun is shining and warm in California, Ji Shanhai beckoned to take a taxi and politely said to the driver: "Bay Area Confinement Center, thank you." ”

The taxi driver glanced back at him, dressed decently and with a Chinese face, he straightened the rearview mirror, and already had a simple guess about Ji Shanhai's identity in his heart.

The Bay Area Confinement Center (fictional) is famous in the local area, which is crowded with Chinese mothers who have gone to the United States to give birth, dozens of women live in the same building with big bellies, and a significant number of them are illegitimate children of wealthy people.

The gentleman in the back seat took a taxi as soon as he got off the plane, and it was for this purpose that the driver put one hand on the steering wheel and guessed.

"Sir, it's already here. ”

Ji Shanhai took out a banknote from his wallet and handed it to him: "No need to look for it." ”

He pushed the door open and got out of the car, striding into the sky