Around nine o'clock in the evening, it started to rain.

A few people playing cards in the hall remembered that there were still vegetable leaves hanging in the yard, and rushed out to rescue them. By the time all of them were taken back and settled, it was close to ten o'clock.

Duan Whale took the first step to urge his son to sleep, Du Yunfei tidied up the billiard table, turned off the lights and doors in the basement, and went back to the second floor to prepare for rest.

There was a light on, but the hallway was still dim. Du Yunfei's room was on the right side of the stairs, but he found that the door of the second room on the left was open.

It was Suhe's room. There was no sound or movement in it, as if there was nothing.

Du Yunfei thought about it, but walked over.

The door was wide open, and the bed was empty. Looking more closely, Su He moved a chair and squatted on the windowsill, his slender arms resting on his knees and stretching forward, holding a cigarette between his fingers.

He was watching the rain.

This picture seems ordinary, but it is not ordinary.

Du Yunfei observed for a moment, and suddenly realized that it was the first time he had seen such a quiet Su He. Neither speaks nor moves, like a flawless white marble statue. Although it is a little less vivid, it also has a little more indescribable freshness.

Quickly deciding between advance and retreat, Du Yunfei reached out and knocked on the door.

The cigarette ash fell from Su He's fingers, and he turned his head and looked at Du Yunfei through the mosquito net.

"It smells of smoke." Du Yunfei casually made an excuse and walked in in two steps.

Su He lowered his feet from the chair, but did not get up.

He leaned against the windowsill and looked at Du Yunfei lazily: "Aren't you the most afraid of the tide?" If you close the window, you won't be able to smell it. ”

"It's my freedom to close the window or not."

Du Yunfei walked to Su He's side, and he saw an almost complete piece of cylindrical soot falling on the floor.

"Just a few cigarettes, you are willing to waste them."

"It's also my freedom not to waste waves."

As he spoke, Su He picked up his cigarette and took a puff, deliberately squinting his eyes and slowly exhaling the smoke. The gray-white smoke blends into the rainy night outside the window, like a hairspring, and like some kind of mirage.

Du Yunfei followed the smoke and saw the stockings on the windowsill, swaying in the night breeze.

"What's in the sock?"

"See for yourself."

Su He pressed the cigarette butt on the windowsill, stood up and took off one, and let Du Yunfei reach out and touch it.

The contents of the stockings are small, light, hard, and brittle.

"Seeds?"

Su He nodded: "The seeds I dried myself, these were originally going to be distributed to the students." But now I don't know what happened to those little monkeys. ”

The answer to the question is not difficult to guess, but no one has said it.

Du Yunfei looked at the socks flying in the wind: "Close the window, the humidity is too much." Seeds are susceptible to mold, and people can get arthritis. ”

After speaking, regardless of whether Su He agreed or not, he reached out and closed the window for him.

The room was suddenly much quieter. Su He raised his head and looked at Du Yunfei, and there was a faint smile in his slender eyes.

"I hate rainy days and can't sleep." He said, "Are you sleepy, how about talking to me for a while." ”

Du Yunfei lowered his eyes: "But I'm very sleepy, and I shoveled the fertilizer all afternoon." ”

"You're so sleepy, you won't come over. Let's talk about the dreamcatcher. Last time, I couldn't hold back my sleep when you said half of your words, but now I must listen to it well, and I will write an 800-word review after listening. ”

After saying peace, Su He gave up the chair to Du Yunfei, and walked to the side of the bed, lifted the mosquito net and sat down.

In the first ten seconds, Du Yunfei did not speak. He tilted his head slightly, looking at the glass roof above the room. A vintage chandelier hangs from the center of the roof, reflecting on the glass like a thousand candles.

"It was the summer of three years ago—"

He finally spoke, his voice low.

It was Du Yunfei's third year of joining MSF to practice medicine in Africa. He was sent to work at a rural health post in Libya.

In the beginning, there were often sporadic armed struggles in the vicinity. Gunfire rang out day and night, and nameless bodies were often found within the confines of the medical station. Interruptions in the supply of electricity, water and communications due to armed conflict are also commonplace.

The environment is harsh and dangerous, but for Du Yunfei, who has been working in Africa for two years, this can only be regarded as the norm. It wasn't until July of that year that a larger war officially broke out.

On the surface, it is a fight between the two armed factions for the right to control oil, but behind it is a military game between the two superpowers. The gunfire of the past was supplemented by fighter jets, bombs, and piercing air raid sirens; Several explosions were close at hand, and even caused the ward to collapse, crushing several patients and nurses to death.

In such a harsh environment, in order to avoid accidental injury, MSF has always provided its coordinates to both sides of the war, but a great misfortune that borders on absurdity has occurred.

In the middle of the night on 13 July, the already dilapidated medical post was bombed. Du Yunfei, who was presiding over the operation at the time, was buried under the rubble and unconscious, along with other people in the operating room. And by the time he came to his senses, it was already two days later.

The medical post was originally home to six MSF doctors, including Du Yunfei, and dozens of Libyan medical assistants. As a result of the bombing, 20 people were killed on the side of the medical station, including six doctors, and four were killed and two were injured.

Mr. Du did not describe his injuries too much, saying only that he was sent back to the United States after his condition stabilized, where he underwent a series of rehabilitation treatments.

Today, the vast majority of the wounds have healed, but the most obvious one is the scar on the back that may never fade.

Speaking of which, the dreamcatcher as the beginning of the topic has not yet been mentioned, but Su He already doesn't want Du Yunfei to continue to recall.

"When you say that, I also remember, I did see the news about that three years ago......"

He struggled to recall: "The news said that a Chinese doctor was seriously injured in an air raid and was saved after being rescued. I didn't expect ...... It turned out to be you. ”

"I'm not Chinese." Du Yunfei corrected, "It's still Chinese." ”

Su He laughed softly: "At that time, I thought to myself, this group of doctors don't want to be a doctor without a high salary and high status, and if they go to a place where birds don't poop to be a doctor without borders, they will be ruined for the rest of their lives." But looking at you now, it doesn't seem difficult to understand. Then again, you're really in a big disaster, isn't that still good. ”

"No, it did change me."

As he spoke, Du Yunfei pointed to his brain: "The airstrike caused me brain trauma, and then produced PTE, which is a symptom of traumatic epilepsy. ”

"Epilepsy?! But you've been fighting zombies for so long, and I haven't seen you foaming at the mouth. ”

"The kind you're talking about is a grand mal seizure. Because of the prompt treatment, my symptoms were limited to paroxysmal convulsions in the local limbs, and after all these years of recovery and medication, I have not had an attack for a long time. ”

Speaking of this, Du Yunfei paused, lowered his head and looked at his slender ten fingers: "It's just that for the sake of the patient's safety, I can no longer preside over the surgery." ”

As soon as this sentence came out, Su He's heart "chuckled".

In the past few days, he has praised Du Yunfei's good hands, but he didn't expect that Du Yunfei would no longer be able to engage in the work he loved. This is just like a musician not being able to play and a painter not being able to put pen to work, perhaps a tragedy that can destroy people's minds.

He froze and said softly: "So, that Indian dreamcatcher was stored to purify this past?" ”

"A prop for psychological suggestion." Du Yunfei said, "It's been too long, and I can't help but have some feelings." ”

"I see." Su He leaned on the railing at the end of the bed and nodded thoughtfully: "So that day at the bar, Brother Cheng said that you were going to open a general practice clinic." It looks like you've found a new niche for yourself. ”

"It's just a matter of retreating."

The hardest part has been told, Du Yunfei crossed his fingers, propped his elbows on the armrests of the chair, and put on a relaxed posture.

"After I recovered, a lot of people said that my temper had become a bit weird and that I was harsh at times. If you think I'm unreasonable, it's somehow related to this condition. ”

"Yo, are you apologizing to me in disguise?"

Su He deliberately made an exaggerated expression of surprise, and squinted his eyes at Du Yunfei again.

"I don't think you're sick, you're just duplicitous. I obviously like what I like and don't want it, but I just don't want to say it. Isn't it fun to hold back? Aren't you afraid of holding back kidney disease? ”

Du Yunfei was also accustomed to his nonsense personality, and asked calmly: "What about you?" ”

"Me?"

Su He pointed to his nose, and immediately burst into an ambiguous and seductive smile: "You will know if you come here to try it." ”

“……”

Du Yunfei's gaze fell from Su He's eyes to his lips, and then from his lips to his neck.

In that white and slender place, the traces left by myself have faded a little, but they are still clearly visible.

Du Yunfei suddenly had an urge to deepen this trace again, and leave more and more striking traces around it.

He knew that Su He was also ready. They were less than a meter apart, so close that they could even smell the scent of the shower on each other's bodies.

The air was clearly filled with moisture, but it seemed to be so dry that it could burn with a light rub.

But in this tense atmosphere, Du Yunfei stood up and walked towards the door.

When he walked to the door, he glanced back at Su He on the bed.

"I advise you to think again. After all, I'm such a person who can have a problem at any time. I don't want to be changed by any hasty decisions, and I hope you do too. ”

With that, he reached out and closed the door, and the sound disappeared at the end of the hallway.

Su He, who was left alone in the room, seemed to be in a trance for a while before coming back to his senses.

"Looks like there's something wrong with my head...... is so good, but he actually began to teach people a lesson again. ”

He turned around on the bed, and in an instant the old god was there again.

"It's for you to think about it, then let's see the two of us, who can survive whom."