The palm of his hand subconsciously probed to the side, but felt a void, Sha Zhengyang did not open his eyes, and his palm continued to swim around, but still did not find the target.

Said good nephrite is warm and fragrant, and Yingying can be held?

There still seemed to be the aroma of the familiar Ponzi cold cream in his nose, Sha Zhengyang shook his head ignorantly, wanting to wake up, where did this Bai Ling go?

Perhaps it was the coolness from the hand that stretched out the futon that made Sha Zhengyang sober up a lot.

As if he suddenly remembered something, Sha Zhengyang opened his eyes, sat up, looked around, and then rubbed his eyes again, but all this was still the same in front of him.

The slightly archaic plywood walls, with a wooden column in the middle dividing the cream-white walls, and the heavy, old-fashioned windows take on a tan paint color that is rarely seen in the impression, and the half-open windows are greeted with greenery, and a few laurel and cinnamon trees are faintly visible.

Where is this?!Why is it all dawning?

I think I'm working overtime.

Tomorrow, the city's series of work arrangements for the implementation of the spirit of the 19th National Congress and the city's cadre conference will be held, and the entire municipal party committee office has been busy for several days, and tonight is the final review.

The main leaders of the city have a series of speeches and work arrangements, all of which need to be checked by themselves, the deputy secretary-general and director of the municipal party committee office, and they have stayed up all night for two consecutive nights, making their bodies a little unbearable, as if they were dizzy and palpitating, and they lost consciousness.

Did I get to the hospital? It was all a dream?

Where is this?

The Second Affiliated Hospital of Medical University, or the Second Provincial Hospital?

The vague memory seemed to slowly come back to his mind, and the thing of the fragrant tree in his eyes was rare now, at least the environment he remembered in the past few years was not common, but all this in front of him gave him a sense of déjà vu.

Cinnamon trees, old-fashioned small windows, and this plywood wall, subconsciously look at the floor under the bed,, wooden floor!

It's not the fashionable solid wood or laminate flooring, but the pure old-fashioned wood flooring, the elastic and empty wooden floor on which you step on!

The purple-black lacquer color has already been polished white in many places, revealing the wood grain, and the gap in the middle is particularly clear, this thing has not been seen in many years.

This is not a hospital, where is it?

Look at this bed again, damn, the plank bed, although it is not the kind of single plank bed in the student dormitory, but look at the old and faded lacquer on the side of the bed, I don't know who scribbled the pattern, and the bottom of the butt seems to be a hard palm pad instead of a mattress.

The futon is actually a brocade satin, a quilt sewn with cotton thread, and there is still this kind of quilt in these years?

An extremely familiar feeling came to my face, except for my mother, it seems that no one has ever sewn a quilt for me in my life, right?

Tilting his head slightly, there were even a few faintly visible red lacquer words printed on the side of a wooden table next to the bed.

Sha Zhengyang looked at it, and his heart was really like a thousand heads of grass and mud horses galloping by, "Yintai County Revolutionary Committee"? !

It was like a bolt of lightning slashing through my mind, suddenly sobering up my already somewhat chaotic mind.

The wooden table printed with "Yintai County Revolutionary Committee", look at this style, isn't it the most old-fashioned desk in the past?

I have the impression that when I first joined the work, I didn't use this kind of desk, two drawers, a wooden cabinet on the right side, a hinge buckle, and a padlock, you can lock two drawers, which is too familiar.

In addition to his own desk, it seems that the county office built one such desk and two rattan chairs for himself when he arranged his bedroom.

Thinking of the rattan chairs, Sha Zhengyang subconsciously turned his head to look at the side of the bed and the other end of the bed, the two rattan chairs were really resting there motionlessly, and Sha Zhengyang's body was suddenly frozen, and even the whole thought was frozen together, frozen there.

That's right, these are these two rattan chairs, one has broken the right front leg, and the loose rattan is scattered, revealing the bamboo pole core inside, and the other is a wicker chair with a hole in the side, and even the rattan head is sticking out.

His impression was clear.

I was too excited because I was assigned to the dormitory, so that when I was sharing this bedroom with Bai Ling, I was so excited that I raised this rattan chair and cheered, but I was very happy and sad, but I didn't expect that the rattan head who was branched out took Bai Ling's arm into a big hole, and the blood flowed like a stream.

Later, the wound healed after bandaging, but because Bai Ling had scarred skin, the scar never disappeared.

Even when Sha Zhengyang saw Bai Ling shaking hands again twenty years later, he still saw at a glance the imprint that was very faint but could already be found if he looked closely, as if it had been hidden in his heart.

Sha Zhengyang's body couldn't help but tremble, and he sat on the bed in disbelief, looking at the desk next to him.

There is no longer the cold cream bottle on the table, this is the skin care product that Bai Ling has been using, and there is only one of his light blue shirts hanging on the coat rack.

There is also a movie poster that looks amazing even now, the poster of the American movie "The Silence of the Lambs".

This is a classmate's relative brought in from Hong Kong, it is said that it was brought back from the United States or Australia, looking at Jodie Foster's cherry lips covered with skull moths, the terrifying feeling brought by it made Sha Zhengyang's mind suddenly sober up a little.

In the memory of "The Silence of the Lambs", it was only after Sha Zhengyang became the deputy secretary of the town party committee that he watched a pirated VCD disc by chance, which impressed him deeply.

And the reason why it is posted in the house at this time is probably a bit of petty bourgeois vanity, whether it is himself or Bai Ling, it seems to have a little bit of this meaning.

Now, does that mean you want to go back to the way things were?

Subconsciously raised his hands and looked at his muscular and powerful hands, how could this be the hands of an old man who was nearly fifty years old?

And how can this flat and masculine belly be connected with that fat belly with a waist circumference of more than three feet one?

And then there are these old calico boxers, which my mother made for herself, and are much more comfortable than the cheap briefs that you can find in stores.

But all this is not the most important thing, the most important thing is how did you become like this?

This must be a dream, nothing can become like this, even if countless novels and TV are deducing all kinds of possibilities, and people are fascinated by it, but if it happens to him, Sha Zhengyang is a little unacceptable.

Taking a deep breath, Sha Zhengyang stood up and walked to the window with some vain steps, he didn't even dare to look out, he was afraid that he would not be able to accept what he saw.

The breeze blowing in his face cleared his mind a lot, just like being blown by the wind after a hangover, Sha Zhengyang's thinking suddenly became smart.