For the whole day, Lan Shaoqi was pacing around anxiously, and that feeling of irritability lingered.

Just yesterday, he witnessed the girl being taken into the ambulance, and he had nightmares all night, closing his eyes with her tears.

I have never been so worried about the life and death of a stranger.

This feeling, like waiting outside the operating room for news from my sister at that time, was so tormenting.

Shang Peng came in, saw his restless appearance, and knew what he was worried about.

To be honest, Lan Shaoqi looks like this very rarely, I have never seen him anxious to this extent for a woman.

"Yesterday, fortunately, we didn't get out of the car, that person has been diagnosed, it's really TMD!"

Shang Peng pretended to be careless, pretending to be relaxed.

"Enough!" Lan Shaoqi interrupted him suddenly: "Don't say it!"

Shang Peng frowned: "Otherwise, I'll go and inquire, I heard that the girl is also isolated......"

"Is it over, I'll let you stop talking!" Lan Shaoqi suddenly erupted.

Shang Peng was a little embarrassed to see his angry appearance, so he had to shut up and light a cigarette depressedly.

His unusual appearance made it difficult to get used to it for a while, as if the girl was a scar on him that couldn't be mentioned at all.

Lan Shaoqi knew that he looked very out of shape, so he also lit a cigarette to calm down.

He looked at Shang Peng, who was sitting on the side looking up at the ceiling, and whispered, "Will there be anything wrong with her?"

Shang Peng shook his head.

"She knows that she is going to die, and Weishenme still wants to chase it out?"

Shang Peng continued to shake his head.

"If it were you, would you?" Lan Shaoqi still asked as if he were talking to himself.

Shang Peng had no choice but to smile bitterly: "Since you are so worried, why don't you inquire yourself?"

Lan Shaoqi shook his head vigorously.

Sometimes, the news that you don't know may be the most haode news.

That strange girl in this city, I don't know if it's still safe.

It's better to think like that than to know bad news......

****

"You're back?"

Seeing Xiang Xiaoyuan in the dormitory with his head down and tidying up, he shouted happily.

Xiao Yuan nodded, but his smile was bitter.

"When did you come back?" asked Leyi anxiously, hearing her voice, and the small bedroom was instantly filled with people.

Xiaoyuan didn't have time to speak, but tears welled up first, she could only cover her mouth and endure it, afraid that she would cry out when she opened her mouth.

Zhong Yuan rushed over and hugged her: "Okay, okay, we all know it." Don't cry. ”

Hearing Zhong Yuan say this, Xiao Yuan was stunned for a moment, and then choked up: "It's all ...... Got it, everybody knows?"

Everyone could only nod with tears in their eyes.

"Do you really know everything?" Xiao Yuan cried loudly, holding back, enduring it, and always wanting to carry everything by himself, but it was known so easily.

Before she could finish speaking, all the girls hugged their heads and cried, and the whole dormitory burst into tears.

After a long time, he wiped his tears first and yelled at everyone:

"Don't cry! Why are you crying? Lingling is just isolated, not dead! What is this!"

Then he pushed the person holding the small garden away.

Xiao Qing cried the most, and it took a lot of effort to pull her away.

After the emotions are released, then the crowd can calm down and speak.

"We're still talking about picking you up, why did you come back first?" asked Leyi anxiously.

Xiang Xiaoyuan smiled dryly: "The notice was quite sudden, I didn't expect it." Then he turned to Zhong Yuan and asked, "When did you know?"

"Yesterday. "Happy to rush to say.

Pan Pan rubbed his eyes and flattened his mouth: "You didn't call the day before yesterday, so we didn't think it was right." You still want to hide it from us, how can you hide it!"

The little garden chief sighed, yes, how can this kind of thing be hidden......

The atmosphere became very dull and depressing, and no one expected that this would be the result.

Day by day, I am looking forward to the end of the epidemic and hoping that they can come back safely.

Now SARS is finally showing signs of improvement, but Zhao Jianling's life and death are uncertain.

Everyone was silent, not knowing what to say or what to say.

After everyone left, Zhong Yuan gently led the door, leaving only Leyi and Tian Panpan.

"I have something to tell you. She paused for a moment and bit her lip: "Her family knows about the sword spirit being isolated, and her mother may arrive this afternoon." ”

Xiao Yuan felt that his head had exploded, and his brain was blank, and he didn't know how to face Zhao Jianling's mother.

Although this matter has nothing to do with herself, she feels shameless when she thinks of Jian Ling's mother.

Two people went, but she was the only one who came back......

***

In the anxious waiting, Xiang Xiaoyuan spent a torturous afternoon, Jian Ling's mother did not come, I heard that she went to Beijing City, and inquired about the news first.

Because Xiang Xiaoyuan didn't have to go to work for the time being, she called home to report her safety when she was alone in the dormitory.

Hearing the anxious inquiries of his family, Xiaoyuan cried softly sadly.

It's not that I'm crying myself, but when I hear my mother's voice, I think of Zhao Jianling's mother.

What kind of despair and suffering should it be.

It is said that mother and son are connected, and her pain should be thousands of times better than her own......

***

At night, the city of Beijing is brightly lit. It's not because of SARS, but there is a hint of loneliness in this splendor.

Lan Shaoqi sat alone in the office, holding a blank piece of paper in his hand, but his heart was not calm.

The shadow of Weishenme has been immersed in his mind, lingering like a nightmare.

For so many days, he still kept pestering him, making him feel like he was in turmoil.

He picked up a pencil and lightly traced it on the paper.

One by one, thin and dense, it was the long hair like a cloud.

I still remember the dazzling flaxen color, the moment the white protective suit came out, it shone down like sunlight.

Twinkle and shine, it was the pearl-like teardrops, which rolled down from the eyes as clear as the lake, with endless sorrow and despair, as if it was a zuihou autumn leaf, falling on the cold lake surface and rippling in circles.

Weishenme remembers it so clearly, it's unbelievably clear.

If it's just that clear and beautiful face, it shouldn't be like that at all.

The clothes are fragrant and the sideburns are like clouds, and the beauties are like clouds, and they have experienced too much.

In his opinion, clarity and tranquility are just a gust of fresh breeze after the flowers have been read, but weishenme just can't forget?

Lan Shaoqi clumped the paper with the portrait in a ball, and then slowly opened it again, staring blankly at the face of the person in the painting.

That kind of desperate courage, that kind of belief in sacrificing life and forgetting death, that kind of unity of weakness and tenacity, has always shocked him.

On this shijie, there is such a person.

The first time I wanted to ask her name, the first time I said to myself, I don't deserve ......