"I want to ask, do you know a woman named Shen Mengjun?"

Zhao Lixin's expression came from behind, Tianxian had tears in his eyes, his hands were clenched tightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched unconsciously, wanting to turn back.

But he didn't say a word.

Zhao Lixin's face was full of panic, his hair was very messy, his beard was long, he was gasping for breath, he had just returned from official business, his son was injured and hospitalized, and the back of the woman pacing to the critical room seemed familiar, he trembled and said an inexplicable word.

"I don't know. ”

The voice was as light as ice, but it sounded like a shiver welling up in the soul.

"I know her, I know her. Zhao Lixin muttered, "How could you not know ......?"

"She was very beautiful when she was young, she was the eldest lady of the Shen family, she liked to coil her hair and take care of it in an orderly manner, and she couldn't even see a single hair...... She likes to wear cheongsam, always has a faint smile on her face, smiles kindly and distantly, likes to be alone, and thinks ...... I'm sorry, I mean, you're too much like her. ”

Zhao Lixin didn't know who he was expounding for, at this time, his mother Shen Mengjun had been away for a few days, there was no news, it seemed that the world had evaporated, and thousands of unlucky things were gathered together, he felt that he was going to collapse, he just wanted to find someone to say it, he was tired of saying it, and the whole person slowly squatted on the ground, his teeth chattered.

Shen Mengjun stood straight, high up, and never looked back.

"My dad left early, and she pulled me alone...... She, she's done a lot of hard work," Zhao Lixin choked up, tears flowed down involuntarily, and he pulled his hand twice from the round glasses.

"I'm her greatest pride and I've never said anything serious about me...... When I was a child, I was hungry and faint, I couldn't eat enough, I cried and screamed, there was only white porridge in the house, a layer of melon from the scabbed rice paste skin, and the rest was all mine, but I still couldn't eat enough, I went to the rice bowl to find rice, I couldn't reach it, I lay on the top and looked inside, and the rice bowl overturned and broken, only to find that there was no drop of rice left in it, she didn't blame me, she cried quietly while holding me, the tiles pierced her hand, and even the blood couldn't flow out......"

"When I was in college, in the whole school, I was the only child who patched, they all laughed at me, they all laughed at me, I bought a pair of five-dollar sneakers with the school's grant, and I didn't say anything from her, and then I went home, only to see that she had lost her face, and the school sent a letter of explanation to the family to receive the subsidy, but ......" Zhao Lixin took off his glasses, and his voice was so small that only he could hear it, vaguely mixed with a strange whimpering sound, like a sick young bird, tucked into its wings, crooked," But that's it, she didn't blame me, she didn't say a word. ”

"In the winter, I disliked her and sent her to a nursing home, but the person disappeared, and it was more than ten days, and there was no news, I ......"

"Hmm. ”

Tianxian turned his head, already in tears, and sighed lightly while wiping his tears: "But I don't know her, don't say it, I don't know her." ”

After speaking, he nodded heavily, as if confirming himself, and wanted to help Zhao Lixin.

"Hah-"

Zhao Lixin opened his mouth wide in surprise, looking at the woman with the same memory, the two figures overlapped, almost fell to the ground, he couldn't speak for a long time, saliva flowed out, and he pointed at the woman in front of him emptyly.

"You, you...... You are ......"

"I'm a friend of Xiang Qianjin (Lao Hu), I heard that he had a car accident and wanted to come and have a look. ”

The Celestial Immortal breathed a sigh of relief, listened to a long story, and returned from the world.

Zhao Lixin suddenly realized, and suddenly remembered his child, "Yes, yes, he had a car accident and urgently needed blood...... "I was at a loss, and pointed to myself: "I'm sorry, I ......"

In the operating room, the young man's face was pale, the doctor was looking for a matching blood source all over the world, the patient's blood type was Rh negative because of the plot needs, and only Shen Mengjun had this blood type nearby.

"Go ahead, busy with you, and I'll watch. ”

The woman smiled, the reflection in the pupil was Zhao Lixin standing up with the doorknob, and the camera was closer and zoomed in, but it was an ignorant child.

"I have lost my own mother, and I don't want to lose my own children again. These words gave the man some strength, and he gradually perked up, "Thank you." ”

Zhao Lixin, who stood up again, covered his forehead, blinked vigorously, cleaned himself up a little cleaner, and slowly walked towards the operating room, his child was on the other corner of the corridor, and this side happened to be two extremes, and when he got there, he couldn't see this side.

The steps are becoming more and more brisk. The air played mournful and beautiful saxophone music, the melody written by the handsome man himself tightened people's hearts, the drums stepped on the footsteps of men, the door of every ward he passed by was open, and he looked carefully, or wept sadly, or calmly and pleasantly.

The branches and leaves outside the hospital are green, the sunlight is dappled obliquely through the gaps, and the music director Lin Pingzhi is crowded in the elevator, he heard that Shen Mengjun has arrived at this hospital, nervously taking care of his tie, the crowd is crowded, and the door of the elevator is closed.

Lin Pingzhi tilted his head, holding a red square box in his hand, which was a diamond ring that determined the relationship, he groped several times, but he couldn't help but open it carefully, and when he saw Jingliang, the corners of his mouth rose.

"By the way, you can—" Zhao Lixin suddenly turned around.

The music stops suddenly.

There was no one in sight.

The woman had disappeared, and Zhao Lixin looked blankly at the door that had been opened and led to the operating room.

The camera flashed, Shen Mengjun was lying on the hospital bed, trickling blood from her arm to another person's body, the nurses and doctors were busy checking the condition of the young man, she had difficulty breathing, closed her eyes, smiled hard, two eyes stared at the blood gushing out of her body, winding along the catheter, her arm suddenly cracked, the camera advanced from her arm, a trace of tail lines suddenly appeared in the corner of her eye, her mouth wrinkled as if she had put a layer of plastic wrap, and then the whole screen fell into darkness.

Up to five seconds of darkness, no light, no sound.

"Bang!"

The door of the intensive care unit was opened, revealing the corner of the bed with drips, and at the same time, the elevator door was opened, and Lin Pingzhi's worried face was in the picture, dazed but happy, holding the box tightly.

“Cut！”

Lin Pingzhi stood up excitedly, rushed over and hugged the Heavenly Immortal and threw it around, "Perfect, this performance is perfect enough!"

Tianxian couldn't cry or laugh, snuggled up to Dashuaibi's chest, teary eyes, and hadn't woken up from the movie yet.

Lao Hu's did not appear with Lin Pingzhi's immortals, just like the elevator footage that Lin Pingzhi had filmed in advance, forming a complete plot with symbolic significance through editing. Shen Mengjun doesn't have to say the thunderous lines of "I'm your mother, you're my son", and Zhao Lixin doesn't have to cry and admit his mistakes within two minutes, change right and wrong, no need to say much, the audience can understand it. Self-talk, forcible sensationalism, the most deadly.

Everything was expected by him.

"Lin Pingzhi, thank you. Tianxian heard Lin Pingzhi's heartbeat and said softly.

"How are you going to thank me?" the big marshal said.