Ren Pingsheng parked the car at the intersection and walked along the trail.

The road was overgrown with vegetation, dark and quiet, and the mountain wind occasionally put cold hands into the clothes like a thief, and occasionally there were one or two strange chirps of insects, which set off the silence around them.

At the end of the road, deep in the shade of the trees, in a green grassy field, a group of people formed a circle, everyone dressed in black, with sackcloth wrapped around their arms, women covering their noses with handkerchiefs and secretly crying, and men smoking cigarettes, coughing and chatting.

The closer I got, the clearer I could see, but the faces of this group of people were very blurry, as if covered with a layer of mist, and they could only see a rough idea.

On the green grass, the freshly turned earth was damp, and in the middle was a black coffin, surrounded by white chrysanthemums, and some flower baskets and wreaths, which seemed to be a funeral.

Ren Pingsheng found the nearest woman and asked her:

"Who's lying here, and who's dead?"

The woman choked up and replied:

"It was my nephew who died, he left at a young age, leaving behind his wife and children, it was so pitiful. ”

Ren Pingsheng frowned, asked the man on the other end again, and asked him:

"Are you also here for the funeral, why not grieve it. ”

The man threw the cigarette butt on the ground, stepped on it with his heel, and said vaguely:

"The deceased person was my colleague, and the unit sent me to lay a wreath on behalf of me, and I had to go back to work after a while. ”

Ren Pingsheng shook his head, walked over to the old woman with the most sad expression, and asked her:

"Why are you crying so sadly?"

The old woman wiped her tears and said:

"He is my son, my only son, the sustenance of my life, I ...... I want to die for him...... My son......"

Ren Pingsheng suddenly felt the biting coldness on his body, the air around him seemed to be drained all at once, his limbs seemed to be soaked in formalin, and the chill from his mouth and nose was deep into the bone marrow.

But his head was as hot as a fire, and the liquid in his skull was about to spew out, and the whole world became red and gorgeous.

These two incompatible feelings of ice and fire collided and devoured each other, making Ren Pingsheng have a headache, but his limbs were weak.

He shook his head vigorously, and the world in front of him seemed to enlarge a lot, and the clouds that had cast a shadow over the faces of those people gradually dissipated.

The woman who was stalked turned out to be Ren Xueping, her face was not sick at all, her skin and complexion were much better, it seemed that Indian Teresa really worked, and her aunt was as beautiful as before.

"Auntie, aunt, I'm in my life. ”

Ren Pingsheng greeted excitedly, but Ren Xueping ignored the nephew in front of her as if she hadn't heard it, and still sobbed softly.

Auntie, what's wrong?

Ren Pingsheng turned his gaze to the old woman next to him with questions.

With a thin body, gray hair, and a sad expression, isn't this his mother Wang Xiujun?

Mother looked older than the last time I saw her, no, she was at least ten years older, and the last time she came home, her hair wasn't so white, her teeth weren't falling out, and her waist was still straight.

"My son...... My son...... My dear son......" Seeing his mother's long and short crying, Ren Pingsheng's liver and sausage were about to break, and he comforted his mother distressedly.

"Mom, I'm here, I'm fine, I'm fine!"

But no matter how much he danced and yelled, his mother couldn't see him, and she just cried.

Ren Pingsheng also saw some clues at this time, he had just said so many words and done so many actions, but the people around him were still doing what they should do as if he didn't exist.

"What's the matter, is it under a spell?"

Ren Pingsheng looked around, and all the faces were very familiar, his father, wife, son, colleagues in the unit, and the hair ...... of his fellow villagers There are even college classmates, whose faces are popping up one by one.

Some haven't seen each other for many years, with the vicissitudes of time on their faces, and some are the same as in their memories, just their eyes are dull, but Ren Pingsheng remembers them all his life.

The wife is wearing a black dress and a black dress, the original plump body has lost a lot of weight, she has no makeup today, her skin is dark yellow, and the bags under her eyes are heavy.

The son, who was standing next to him, seemed to be taller than the last time he saw him, his eyes were swollen like peaches, and he was still snotting while crying, and he sucked it from time to time, and the sound was so loud that his wife wrung him.

The son was in pain and cried louder, but his wife hardened her heart and ignored him.

Ren Pingsheng couldn't see his son crying, and his heart had softened when he saw his sad appearance, he wanted to reach out to hug his son, but he was surprised to find that all he stretched out was air.

Ren Pingsheng was shocked, he raised his hand in front of his eyes, and all he saw was the crowd in front of him, his hand seemed to be transparent, and it didn't exist at all.

What's wrong with me?

Ren Pingsheng anxiously looked at his legs, only the dirt and grass on the ground, he reached out to touch his body, but it was like touching the air, everything was empty.

Who am I and where have I gone?

Ren Pingsheng was terrified, he shouted, waved, and jumped loudly...... But no one responded to him, no one felt him, he was like an invisible man, no, more like air, without any dependence.

Ren Pingsheng suddenly had a terrible thought, he staggered through the crowd, like air through a person's body, walked to the coffin, and looked inside.

A bloodless Ren Pingsheng was lying inside.

......

"No, don't ......" Ren Pingsheng shouted wildly, his hands raised high like zombies, and then he put them down heavily, and then his whole body trembled like electricity, and his teeth kept bumping up and down, making terrible sounds.

A pair of thin but powerful hands grabbed Ren Pingsheng's arm and firmly anchored him to the hospital bed covered with white sheets.

"Doctor, doctor, come on, the patient has another seizure. A female voice shouted eagerly, her tone full of worry and concern.

The impatient doctor walked over, he looked at the patient, shook his head and said, "Don't worry, this is the medicine working, the high temperature is a normal phenomenon, the fever subsides, and the disease will be cured." ”

"Just be careful not to let him bite his tongue. ”

With that, the doctor continued to the other wards and continued his work.

Only a man and a woman in the ward were left, looking at Ren Pingsheng who was still twitching on the bed with a worried face.

At 10 o'clock in the evening, after the doctor checked the room, he changed Ren Pingsheng to another drug, according to his words, after the end of this infusion, the patient was basically out of danger.

The liquid in the hanging needle flowed into the vein bit by bit, and Ren Pingsheng's breathing on the hospital bed gradually calmed down, only occasionally opening his mouth, not knowing what to say in his mouth, saying something that others couldn't understand.

"Tachimatsu, you go back and rest first, I'll come and see tonight. An Qi walked in, put the plastic bag in his hand at the head of the bed, looked at the man on the hospital bed with concern, and said to Lin Lisong, who had already begun to yawn.

"Well, then I'll leave it to you tonight. Lin Lisong didn't shirk either, he was on a night shift last night, and he couldn't hold it anymore at this time.

These days, Lin Lisong and An Qi take turns to take care of Ren Pingsheng, watching him go from a high fever at the beginning, talking nonsense and convulsions all night, and now his condition has improved a lot.

Except for the one attack during the day, Ren Pingsheng has not had any abnormalities for 12 hours, and both of them are relieved.

"Thank you so much these days. Lin Lisong walked to the door, stopped, and said to An Qi.

He usually cherishes his words like gold, and he doesn't speak if he can, but today he really thanked An Qi from the bottom of his heart.

After receiving a call from the hospital, Lin Lisong immediately rushed to Yanjing, when Ren Pingsheng had been in a coma for three days.

According to the doctor's words, although Ren Pingsheng was not a serious illness, his physical resistance was extremely poor, as if his immune system had been severely damaged, and his own serious lack of will to survive led to the invasion of the virus and infection, and he could not afford to get sick.

Ren Pingsheng didn't have many real friends, Zhang Wenwu's work was temporarily inseparable, and Lin Lisong didn't dare to tell his family about his illness, only An Qi, after hearing the news, resolutely asked the school for annual leave and rushed to Yanjing to take care of him.

Without An Qi, Lin Lisong really couldn't take care of himself.

"You're working hard too, go get some sleep, I need you tomorrow." An Qi gave Lin Lisong a smile.

In fact, she is also very hard, Ren Pingsheng has been lying in bed all these days, except for turning over and convulsions, private things such as urinating, wiping her body, and changing clothes and pants are all handled by An Qi.

Although the relationship between the two of them has long been clear, and Lin Lisong is not an outsider, An Qi, who has always been quiet, does not care about his identity as a wife and does his best to take care of the patient.

Coupled with the fact that she has been worried about Ren Pingsheng's condition, An Qi has not slept much these days, and the dark circles under her eyes are getting deeper and deeper day by day.

After Lin Lisong left, An Qi wiped Ren Pingsheng's body again, and then moved a stool to sit on the edge of the bed, listening to the man on the hospital bed babbling continuously, looking at the high-spirited face in the past, An Qi was worried, and could only pray for him silently.