Lin Zijiao opened his eyes with difficulty, and the first thing he saw was the bare beams, the room was not open, surrounded by blackened walls, and a large purple-red reclining cabinet was placed by the window, on which a table clock was placed.

The hands of the table clock clicked and walked, the pendulum swayed mechanically from side to side, and the glass of the outer cover was printed with the Nanjing Yangtze River Bridge, and in the middle was a quote: Serve the people.

Where is this?

She clearly remembered that she had been involved in an elevator accident and lost consciousness in the loud bang.

How did you end up in such a dilapidated house?

She racked her brains for a long time to reminisce, and finally remembered that it was the day before.

So is this also a dream now? Is there still a reclining cabinet and a grandfather clock in this style?

Lin Zijiao stared blankly at the table clock for a long time, and suddenly felt that it was very familiar.

Isn't this the old-fashioned grandfather clock of my aunt's house? When I went to my aunt's house for the Chinese New Year this year, she also wound this clock with her own hands.

It seems that I have suffered a brain injury, and some patients will have hallucinations of varying severity after brain injury, which may be the case themselves.

Otherwise, how could it be that the person who should have been rescued in the hospital after the elevator accident ended up at the aunt's house?

Lin Zijiao remembered very well that the clock printed with the words "serving the people" belonged to the aunt's family, and later gave it to his cousin. She went to her cousin's house during the Chinese New Year last year, and she saw this clock coming. At that time, everyone still sighed, saying that this antique clock of fifty years old could still walk, and it was quite accurate.

Lin Zijiao turned his head stiffly, and his eyes turned around to look around.

The house is not big, it is clean, the wooden-framed windows are not big, the blue paint has almost all fallen off, it looks mottled, near the edge of the kang is a red brick fire wall, the fire wall is burning very strong, exuding heat, and making people dizzy.

A brick wall of fire?

Lin Zijiao thought hard, she seemed to have only seen the brick fire wall in her aunt's house, and she was very rare at that time this thing that emitted heat, and every time she came to her aunt's house in winter, she had to put her little hands on it and bake it.

Thinking of this, Lin Zijiao must have hallucinated, and it was a very long-ago hallucination - the aunt's family had already moved the building, and this brick fire wall had been replaced by an iron earth heating system more than ten years before the building was moved.

Although he knew that this was an illusion, Lin Zijiao still couldn't help but despise himself: it seemed that he had chatted with Sister Zijin for a while just now, which really aroused his envy, and he dreamed of coming to his aunt's house, would he dream of Sister Zijin the next moment?

Just thinking of this, the door opened, and a middle-aged woman walked in, seeing Lin Zijiao's eyes open, she rushed over in a few steps and shouted in surprise: "Zijin, are you awake?"

Lin Zijiao naturally recognized this woman, this was Lin Zijin's mother Zheng Guihua, her name was Auntie.

It's just that this Zheng Guihua is a version that is dozens of years younger, and Lin Zijiao can see it clearly, even the aunt's double eyelids and long eyelashes can be seen clearly.

This hallucination is really real enough, and I actually met my aunt when I was young.

"Doctor Wang's medicine is really spiritual, it looks so scary, just pour a pair of medicine!" The aunt lifted her bangs with one hand, and probed Lin Zijiao's forehead with the back of the other hand: "The fever has subsided, Zijin, do you feel better?"

After being reminded by her, Lin Zijiao realized that he was in pain all over his body and his brain was dizzy. But she didn't care about this, and she felt that something was wrong.

What did the aunt shout at herself? Zijin? This hallucination is a bit too much, is this Zhang Guanli wearing it? Or is she so stimulated by Sister Zijin's happiness that she actually hallucinates that she has become her?

At this moment, the table clock rang loudly, and it rang four times before stopping. Lin Zijiao was startled, looked at the clock, and then looked out the window.

The clock is four o'clock in the afternoon, when the sun is faint outside the window and there is a bare tree in the yard.

This illusion is too real, the slightly cool fingers on the forehead, the happy and anxious eyes of the aunt, the purple lying cabinet, the table clock made by Dida, the portrait of the leader pasted on the wall, the bare beams on the roof, the red brick floor that is washed red and smooth, and the clothes that the aunt is wearing in front of her.

It was an old cotton jacket with a red stripe of suede, tied with five buttons, and the armpits were crumpled there—as is the case with cotton jackets cut out of one piece, because the sleeves were attached to the body, and were cut out of a whole piece of cloth, not sewn on separately, so the armpits were wrinkled.

Moreover, the cuffs of this padded jacket have been frayed, and there are two fuchsia patches symmetrically on the elbows.

It's so strange, when did this happen, why is the aunt still wearing patched clothes? Lin Zijiao began to feel that something is wrong, how can there be such fine details in the hallucination? She stared at the aunt hard, trying to see something flaw in her.

Lin Zijiao has been looking at her and the surroundings with this kind of doubtful and scrutinizing gaze, which makes Zheng Guihua feel a little scared, isn't this kid confused?

"Zijin, are you hungry?" Dr. Wang said that when you wake up, let me give you a bowl of porridge. Saying that, Zheng Guihua turned around and shouted: "Zishu, bring the porridge to your sister!"

This time, Lin Zijiao heard it clearly, and the aunt really called her Zijin.

What's going on?

The door opened again, and a young woman of about twenty walked in, holding a bowl of porridge in both hands, walked over and put it on the square stool at the head of the bed, and reached over to probe Lin Zijiao's forehead.

"It seems that the fever has really subsided," she helped Lin Zijiao up, put the pillow on her back, and wrapped her in the quilt: "Come, Zijin will drink this bowl of porridge first." ”

Lin Zishu held the bowl and fed Lin Zijiao spoonful by spoon with a small spoon, and from time to time picked up the towel next to the bed to wipe her sweat.

The porridge is a mixture of rice and millet, the entrance is warm and sweet, Lin Zijiao took out his arm from the quilt after two sips, and took the bowl and spoon by himself: "Sister, I drink it myself, you feed me hard." ”

Her sister screamed very naturally, very vigorously, the cousins of the Lin family called each other directly brother or sister, she had been calling for decades before, until the elevator accident, she still called her sister to talk to Lin Zijin.

"Then you eat, I'll pour you water. Lin Zishu turned around and walked out the door.

The bowl of porridge is a coarse porcelain bowl that is rare now, warm to the hand, for some reason, Lin Zijiao seemed to feel very hungry and greedy, she grabbed the spoon and drank it quickly, and was pressed down by Zheng Guihua with a little confusion.

"The doctor said, you still have to sweat after drinking porridge, you have to endure it, don't kick the quilt. Zheng Guihua helped Lin Zijiao tuck the quilt and looked at the clock: "I came back from sneaking back, and I have to go back to work, you two sisters should sleep first." ”

"Got it, auntie. ”

"The dead woman (pronounced zi, softly) What do you call me?" Zheng Guihua was a little puzzled and a little funny, and touched her forehead: "This is not burning? This dead woman is sick and confused, and her mother is called Aunt Cheng, I am your own mother!"