Zhang Shaonan was puzzled, and he didn't know what the hell he was told to be by the unreliable Yue Lao.

All he knew was that he had slept for a long time, and he couldn't open his eyes or move his body.

It seemed to be imprisoned by something, until a few intermittent voices came to my ears....

"You're mine~You're mine~It's me~forever~"

"This voice seems familiar to me, really familiar. ”

Zhang Shaonan, who had his eyes closed, listened carefully, and his fingers, which were originally unable to move, danced little by little with this voice.

"Director, director, there is movement of the patient in bed No. 5~" A crisp and pleasant voice came from the ear, and then a chaotic footstep came from far and near.

"Well, it seems that the recent treatment has been effective, by the way, Qing'er, don't play any more songs in the ward, the patient needs to recuperate. After some examination, the director said to a nurse named Qing'er next to him.

"Got it, director, it's not like he's been in a coma for a week, and all the medical equipment in the institute hasn't checked out anything wrong with him. I've always been like taking care of a vegetative person, and I'm so bored with no one to accompany me, so I'll play a song and relax for a while, and you'll forgive me, director. ”

The nurse named Qing'er stuck out her tongue, playfully pulled the director's arm and shook it for a while, and said coquettishly.

The director smiled bitterly: "Okay, you girl is definitely spoiled by your grandfather, pay attention in the future, don't affect the patient's rest, remember to inform his family." ”

"If you know, you know that the director is the best for me. I'll go up and inform you immediately, "After speaking, I rushed out without waiting for the director to say anything.

"This girl, I don't know who will live on the ground in the future, and she can't be idle every day. The director looked at Qing'er, who was in a hurry and ran out, and shook his head helplessly and said.

Glancing back at the boy on the bed, he walked out of the ward.

"You are my rose~ You are my flower~ You are my lover~ You are my concern~ You are my rose~ You are my flower~ You are my lover~ It is the rose that I will love forever in my life~ No matter how big the wind and rain is~ I only love you, this rose....."

On the table next to the hospital bed, the MP3 is still playing a song.

The young man on the hospital bed, his originally tightly knit brows slowly unfolded with the melody of the song, and his sickly face looked better.

His long eyelashes twitched slightly, as if he wanted to open his eyes.

After trying hard for a long time without success, the boy gave up and lay quietly, listening to the song in the MP3, his fingers beating to the rhythm one by one.

I don't know how long this song has been played, but when the song was about to end, the nurse named Qing'er ran to the side of the hospital bed and picked up the MP3, about to turn it off, but found that the arm of the young man on the hospital bed in front of him was raised.

Then a sound came out of his mouth: "No~Don't~"

"What are you talking about" Qing'er leaned closer to him, pricking up her ears and listening carefully.

This time, I finally heard it clearly: "Don't turn off the music. ”

"Okay, I'm not going to turn it off, you don't move, you're very weak. The boy retracted his raised arm and listened quietly.

Qing'er also looked at the strange boy with closed eyes for some reason, and sat on the stool next to him and listened quietly to the music of this song.

One was sitting and the other was lying, but the difference was that one looked at the person lying in front of him with his eyes, and the other closed his eyes as if he were intoxicated.

After a while, another hurried walking sound sounded in the corridor again, and the door in the ward was slammed open, and both of them were startled.

"Son, my son" A voice instantly reached the young man's ears, and his brain instantly rumbled.

"Mom?" the boy shuddered and sat up suddenly, his hands exploring back and forth.

"Mom, where are you, my son misses you so much, I miss you so much, I didn't mean to make you so sad. Mom, where are you?" the young man's hand finally touched a person's body, and before he could react, he was already tightly held in his arms by the hands of this body.

"My son, do you know that you have frightened me and your father when you lie down? What would we do without you? You stupid boy, why did you suddenly fall unconscious? If you don't wake up again, Mom really doesn't want to live. ”

The man who was holding the boy kept talking to himself, his hands clenching tighter and tighter, as if letting go of him was like he was about to lose it.

The boy let the man hold him, enjoying the warmth of these arms, feeling the tears rolling back and forth in his eyes, and finally he slowly opened his eyes, which had been closed for a long time, and tears gushed out like a faucet with a valve open.

Slowly pushing away the figure that had been holding him, Zhang Shaonan said, "Mom, I miss you so much, I really miss you." ”

"Silly child, mom misses you too" Zhang Shaonan's middle-aged woman in her 30s burst into tears in front of her, and her eyes looked at Zhang Shaonan intently.

After a while, Zhang Shaonan comforted his mother in front of him, and then he had time to look at the ward in front of him.

Qing'er, who was dressed as a nurse next to the bed, looked at him with a smile, he smiled back, looked around for a week, looked at his mother and asked, "Mom, where is my dad." ”

"You stupid boy, your dad is still working in the field, it wasn't that you had this incident and he would have come back earlier. In order to treat you, he stayed there to earn money to treat you. If it weren't for the medical expenses paid by the girl in front of you, you wouldn't know if you would be dead or alive now. ”

After listening to what his mother said, Zhang Shaonan raised his head again and looked at the small and delicate nurse in front of him, who was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with big eyes and pink lips, and said: "Thank you, little girl, when I have money, I will definitely pay it back to you, thank you for helping me so much." ”

Qing'er originally listened to Zhang Shaonan's words of thanking her, and she was very happy.

Hearing Zhang Shaonan call her a little girl, Qing'er's little princess's temper suddenly came up.

"Cut, little brat, can you not talk without pretending to be an adult. When you are old, you ask me to call me a little girl, look at your appearance, I am almost the same as your sister. You haven't woken up yet, or I'll give you a pick-me-up. Hearing Qing'er's threatening words, Zhang Shaonan was stunned and took a look at the mirror at the bedside.

In the mirror was a young man of about fifteen or sixteen years old, with a pale face, disheveled hair, a little sickly round eyes, and a hospital gown.

Zhang Shaonan was angry when he saw his face: "Old Yue, you are playing with me." This TM hair has not grown, how to play".

Zhang Shaonan's mother and Qing'er on the side of the hospital bed looked at Zhang Shaonan, who was stunned in the mirror in front of them, thinking that he was coming again, so they shook his shoulders vigorously.

"Son, what's wrong with you. Zhang Shaonan's mother asked with concern.

He hurriedly retracted the thoughts that had already drifted back to the Moon Realm and scolded Yue Lao thousands of times, and asked, "Mom, what year is this year?" ”

"Son, are you sick and confused, you just celebrated your 16th birthday, and this year is the year 2008 of the Haicheng Era, silly boy. The mother looked at Zhang Shaonan and smiled bitterly.

"It seems that you really need my sister and I will give you a pick-me-up, and you dare to yell at me, a little kid with a bad brain. Qing'er said amusedly.

"It seems that I really need a needle, this Nima pit daddy Yue Lao, can you be reliable. What dreams and tricks, what reincarnation, are all lies, and in the end I'm still me!!

It's so difficult to be yourself, I won't do this question of Yue Lao, it's too difficult, it's too difficult~"

And the old moon who was slandered in Zhang Shaonan's heart is holding his mobile phone in the moon world to greet new and old customers, thanksgiving and giving back, so that there will be no air to care about your little shrimp.

"At least I'm still me~"