On the balcony at the end of the corridor were two figures, one large and one small, and Wen Ru could hear their conversation.

"Big brother, what are you doing?" the child asked curiously, looking up.

"I'm looking at the moon. "The boy's voice is gentle.

"Shame face, big brother, you lied, my mother said you couldn't see it. The child's voice retorted angrily, his eyes were shining, Tong Yan Wuji had no malice, and he didn't know the pain of revealing people's shortcomings.

"Well, I can't see it," the boy's voice was still gentle, "but I know there's a bright moon there." ”

"Can you do my brother a favor?" the boy bent down, his voice becoming softer.

"Okay, big brother, you say. The child nodded, excited that he could help.

"What does the moon look like?" the boy asked him.

"It's big, it's bright, it's like a banana, big brother, it's sweet. The boy said before turning off the subject, "Bananas are delicious, and I like apples, grapes, and strawberries." ”

"Ah, I forgot the moon," the little boy took the boy's hand, lowered his head and was a little sorry, maybe he didn't understand what apologies were now, and after a while, he saw that the big brother was still gentle and soft, and continued to talk, "The teacher said that the moon is still like a sickle, but I haven't seen a sickle, big brother, do you know what a sickle is? But I'm sick and I can't hold it. ”

He frustrated.

Children always have a lot of thoughts, and their joys, sorrows, and sorrows are also impermanent.

"It's okay, I'll be able to see it when I'm cured. The boy comforted him, and his voice was gentle.

The little boy was comforted and laughed again, "When I get better, I will take Xuexue to show my big brother, Xuexue is the name I gave to the little rabbit." ”

"Okay. ”

Wen Ru didn't hear the words clearly, she had already walked outside, just thinking about what a tolerant and gentle person he would be, he had light.

Thinking of the brokenness in her eyebrows again, Wen Ru felt that if such a person was by her side, perhaps, she might not be able to come out.

At that time, how could Wen Ru know that he was silent.

"Sister Wen Ru. Wen Ru looked up.

Xuan Xuan held two sunflowers and pushed the wheelchair over, "This is just here, it's very fresh, it's time to change the flowers on Sister Wen Ru's desk." ”

Wen Ru took it.

I heard Xuan Xuan ask again, "What was Sister Wen Ru thinking just now?" I saw you standing there for a while, I thought I was waiting for a hand hair, but I didn't see it. ”

"I was thinking about the first time I saw you. Wen Ru smiled shyly after seeing her stunned for a moment, bent her eyes slightly, smiled and asked, "What about Shu Lang?"

"Look for the pots inside, these pots are growing too fast, I want to replace them. Xuan pointed to a few pots of flowers next to her, which were particularly lush and crowded.

"I found it, can you look at these two?" said Shu Lang, and then walked out, holding two flower pots and asking her.

"Yes, yes. Xuan Xuan looked at it and nodded.

"Sister Wen Ru. Shu Lang greeted Wen Ru (Shu Lang's eyes were later regained through surgery).

Wen Ru answered, and saw him bend down and bow his head, and help him wipe the dust off his face. smiled and raised the flower in his hand, "Thank you for the flower, I'll go first." ”

He pretended to sigh in a low voice, "The dog food is too strong to eat the small cake." ”

The two young men blushed.

The wind swept up the fragrance of flowers in the room, and the sunflowers in his hand also swayed with the wind.

Wen Ru walked slowly, remembering the dream she told when she took the initiative to come to the consultation room:

Yu Yu walked alone in the dark, staggering, thinking that she could no longer walk, but saw the bright moon in the sky, like water gently sprinkled on her body, where there was always light, shining on the fireworks in the world.

He was in a dream, and he knew he was in a dream.

There was a large fog in front of him, and as he walked forward, the fog moved forward, not so much as he was dominating, but rather the fog pushing him forward.

He couldn't see the scene on either side, or even the road under his feet, but he didn't have the slightest fear, because he knew that his heart told him he wanted to go there.

A yard.

Song Jun suddenly arrived in this courtyard, without passing through any door, and the surrounding fog did not disperse.

And when he took a step forward, his eyes opened up.

There is something still in the mist.

He took a step forward, and the mist lifted to reveal a stone table and four stone benches.

He got closer, and saw that the stone table was carved with different shades of lines, with some kind of pattern.

Chess? No.

Go? No, it's not.

It's flying chess.

It was very special, which made him bend his lips and have a slight smile in his eyes.

He couldn't help but stretch out his hand, and strangely enough, he could touch the chessboard, which he couldn't touch before.

Wen Ru was observing Song Jun's expression and frowned slightly when she saw him.

"What's wrong?"

Wen Ru's voice floated from afar, and Song Jun was stunned for a moment before replying, "I can touch something." ”

Wen Ru: "This is your realm of consciousness, and you can touch everything you can think of. ”

Song Jun was stunned for a moment, and then saw that he had an extra flying chess in his hand.

That's what he had in mind.

But he frowned, and let the flying chess dissipate again.

Only then did he stretch his eyebrows.

"Can you describe the space you're in?"

"It's a courtyard with a stone table carved with flying chess. ”

"It's special. Wen Ru's voice was dyed with a smile.

"Hmm. Song Jun nodded, and then looked behind the stone table.

It was a swing.

Song Jun walked up, "There's also a swing here." ”

"But it was quiet and there was no one. Song Jun spoke.

Wen Ru nodded, "You try to imagine the person you want to meet." ”

Wen Ru nodded, sketched the swing frame on the paper, and said, "I'm sorry I can't help you, then, do you want to wake up?"

"I want to stay a little longer. Song Jun pushed the swing, watched it shake, and spoke.

"Okay," Wen Ru looked at her watch, "Mr. Song, you still have a minute." ”

"Okay. Song Jun nodded, sat on the swing, did not shake, his eyes swept over the stone table in front of him, and looked farther away, the fog was thin, it was a room, and the door was tightly closed.

"Mr. Song, Mr. Song. ”

Wen Ru's voice came again.

It's time.

The scene in front of me is slowly fading, first the swing under him, then the stone bench and the stone table.

Song Jun vaguely saw a hand gently push open the door, revealing the corner of the red dress.

"Mr. Song. Wen Ru lowered her voice and called again.

He was conscious, and his body was still lying flat on the bed.

Then, with a slight flutter of eyelashes, he opened his eyes.

The gray-blue eyes amazed Wen Ru.

Wen Ru then spoke, "I'm sorry. ”

Song Jun shook his head, sat up from the bed, and then came down, "No, I saw her." ”

Wen Ru was stunned for a moment.

Song Jun didn't explain, and lowered his head to put on his shoes.

It coincided with the sound of the pendulum striking three times.

Song Jun stood up and took the blazer from the hanger, "It's time, Miss Wen, goodbye." ”

Wen Ru was stunned for a moment before smiling and saying, "Well, goodbye Mr. Song." ”

Song Jun's back was straight, and his suit was meticulous, just like when he came.