This afternoon, the people who were training at the figure skating center were frightened by the sudden sound, which was like a super high decibel of heavy metal, sharp and tearing: "You guys get me out immediately-"

Following that voice, everyone saw Song Yuze, the romantic knight Ah Song, who was admired by many girls in the figure skating center, standing at the exit, because the distance was a little far, everyone could not see the expression on his face. Net (◎ ww ◎ w.l ◎ w ◎ x ◎ s ◎ .o ◎ r ◎ g ◎) Baidu search URL remember to remove ◎ oh pro

In a daze, Song Yuze said the second sentence again, this time in a calm voice: "Please leave here, I need this place to be quiet alone." ”

When the training ground was empty, Song Yuze walked along the middle aisle, and finally stopped somewhere, where he once stood and watched her perform for him.

At this moment, the training ground is empty, and the person who is as light as a ray of moonlight is gone, and there will definitely be no more in the future.

Slowly, Song Yuze squatted down, rubbing his face with his palms, some thoughts were indescribable, and a voice came to his ears.

"Song Yuze, I'm afraid I won't be able to slip again next year, so I want you to take a look, because that's something that Zhao Xiangnong will love all his life."

The voice was so clear, so clear that his whole heart was about to jump out of his chest, and he pressed his hand on his heart, and couldn't help but look back.

Empty! Still empty! As in many recent moments, he saw nothing, heard nothing.

How could he have heard the voice of Zhao Xiangnong, who is now a patient with aphasia.

Psychiatric aphasia, one of the aphasias, is an acquired nature in which most patients lose their ability to transmit language due to damage to the left hemisphere caused by strong stimuli.

That day, she said so many words that day, did she use great strength to say every word.

At this moment, there was a deathly silence around him, and a thought was formed in Song Yuze's mind, so clear: from now on, she would never come outside his room and knock on the door of his room.

The thought made him turn around and go, and let him run wildly along the chaotic streets, and finally, with his sweaty clothes sticking to his body, lying on the wilderness with his face facing the sky to find the faith that belonged to his heart, silently saying in his heart: no big deal, no big deal!

Close your eyes and say a thousand times in your heart: it's not a big deal.

After reading it, I opened my eyes again, and the sky was far away.

Zhao Xiangnon lost her voice because he lost it, so he gave her back the voice, and then, they didn't owe each other.

Song Yuze dialed the phone to a person's mobile phone, and when the phone was connected, he called "Auntie." ”

"Auntie, I want you to help me with something."

Soon, the other party agreed to his request, and in the end, it was not surprising that those clichés were still those clichés: "Ozawa, listen to my aunt's words and go back, go and see grandpa, you know grandpa's stubbornness, so Ozawa will let you take the first step, Ozawa, you have to believe your aunt's words, grandpa didn't blame you a long time ago I think he also knew that he had gone too far, Aunt Ozawa guessed that grandpa must be waiting for you to go back, Ozawa ......"

"Auntie, how many times have you said this, I'm tired of hearing it." After finishing speaking, Song Yuze hung up the phone.

This afternoon, like many times since she was admitted to the hospital, she liked to do the same thing, Zhao Xiangnong stood in front of the window, in a daze, they all said that she had lost her language function, she had already made it clear to them, she was just too lazy to speak, really, she was just too lazy to speak.

I didn't bother to talk because she felt ashamed, what did she make herself look like for such a person, those people didn't seem to realize what she meant, they came to torture her every day, and after the torture, they always told her, don't be nervous, you have to relax, and it's good to relax for a while.

In the end, Zhao Xiangnon didn't bother to pay attention to those people, she had been living here for almost ten days, her favorite thing to do in these ten days was to stand in front of the window and look outside in a daze, Zhao Xiangnong was afraid of being disturbed, fortunately Zhao Yanting blocked the news of her hospitalization, but even so the friends who had a good relationship with her still appeared in front of her, their expressions were full of pity, Zhao Yanting pushed away all the entertainment and ran to her as soon as she got off work, maybe she really shocked everyone that day, Even Li Rou, who has always hated seeing her face, has been running to the hospital for the past few days, and even once Zhao Xiangnong saw her with red eyes.

The most frequent appearance here is Kashiwahara embroidery, every time she comes as if nothing happened, she says interesting things in an extremely relaxed tone, and coaxes her in the same tone as before, Zhao Xiangnong doesn't dare to lose her temper in front of her friends, she doesn't dare to lose her temper in front of Zhao Yanting and Li Rou, but she dares to lose her temper in front of Kashiwahara embroidery, she throws all the flowers he brought into the trash, she opens the door of the room and spits out at Kashiwahara embroidery with her mouth: Get out!

He left, and the next day he still appeared as usual, and Zhao Xiangnong wrote on the paper: Bai Yuan embroidery, don't show your voice in front of a mute.

The words she wrote made his face turn pale, from this day on, Kashiwahara embroidery never spoke in front of her again, he wrote everything he said on the paper, he painted her flowers on the paper and painted a portrait of the person, that day when Zhao Xiangnong saw Kashiwahara embroidery on the drawing paper to draw a girl riding a horse under the blue sky and white clouds, tears flowed quietly in her eyes, that day Zhao Xiangnong knew that he would still cry.

Kashiwahara wiped her tears for her, and he told her that he would definitely find a way to get her to reopen her mouth and call out the "Hara." ”

Bai Yuan's words made Zhao Xiangnong feel hesitant, could she really do it?

When no one was around, Zhao Xiangnong secretly practiced pronunciation, but she really couldn't say a word, once she tried to open her tongue, her tongue was clumsy like lead, and big sweat kept falling on her forehead, but she couldn't say a word.

Zhao Xiangnong hears this sentence every day when he wakes up: "My dear, your condition is getting better day by day." These words were either said by the doctor, or by her friend, or by Kashiwahara Xiu, but Zhao Xiangnong knew that she was not getting better, and her brain was like a volcano that was gradually falling asleep.

On the eleventh day of admission to the hospital, Zhao Xiangnon saw such a group of people, Zhao Yanting was overjoyed by the arrival of this group of people, those people Zhao Xiangnong knew that they were from Germany, the authority of mental amnesia, Zhao Yanting had approached them before, and they all refused to come to Chicago on the grounds that they were full of work.

But today these people came to her on their own initiative, and they consulted her, and in the end they let a Danish woman stay without saying a word.

The Danish woman stayed in Zhao Xiangnon's room, from this day on, Zhao Xiangnong did not see Zhao Yanting and Li Rou again, her friends did not come to see her again, even Bai Yuan embroidery did not appear in front of her again, it was the Danish woman who was with Zhao Xiangnon every day, and what the Danish woman did every day was to walk with her, she gave her a massage, let her watch movies and listen to music.

April came, the first weekend of April, as usual, Zhao Xiangnon took a bath after receiving a massage from a Danish woman, the sky was already dark after taking a bath, the Danish woman asked Zhao Xiangnon to watch TV on the side and wait for her, she had something to say to her, Zhao Xiangnon sat on the sofa obediently, the TV was playing an old movie, the movie was extremely dull, there was a particularly good aroma in the room, the aroma made people relax, Zhao Xiangnon fell asleep when he looked at it.

In a daze, someone came to her side, and the man sat down beside her, and the man called her, "Nong." ”

It's Aunt Qing, Zhao Xiangnon likes Aunt Qing, at that time, she first came to Chicago, every time she went out to hear those languages she didn't understand, which made her feel annoyed and panicked, so she began to desperately miss another language, the more she missed it, the more she resisted the new language, so she always learned English very slowly, and Zhao Yanting stipulated that everyone in the Zhao Mansion must speak English in order to let her integrate into the new environment faster, which made Zhao Xiangnong feel that life was more boring, at that time, fortunately, there was Aunt Qing, Aunt Qing will sneak into her room every time to tell her stories, of course, Aunt Qing tells stories in Chinese, Aunt Qing is a Beijinger, Chinese speaks well, the words are round Chinese and the original pure Chinese stories always make her listen to it with taste every time, nourishing her young time.

As soon as she heard the sound of tiptoeing footsteps, Zhao Xiangnong knew that Aunt Qing had sneaked into the room to tell her a story again.

Really.

"Xiao Nong, do you want to hear Aunt Qing tell you a story?"

Naturally, Zhao Xiangnong nodded, and in her vague impression she seemed to have not heard the story told by Aunt Qing for a long time.

Aunt Qing pretended to raise a look of old pedantry.

"This story happened in ancient times, no one said clearly that it was the year of that dynasty, that state, that county, people only remember that time God has not rained for a long, long time, and it has not rained for a long time, so that the pond on the earth has lost its water source, the hero of the story is a kind young man, one day the young man picked up a snail in his field, he put the snail in the water tank at home, a few days later, the young man came home from working in the field and found that he did not know which kind-hearted person arranged a table of meals for him, The hungry young man did not bother to trace the source of the food, and devoured all the food on the table, and then, the young man encountered the exact same situation for several days in a row, and the young man decided to find out with great curiosity, and on this day he went home earlier than usual, and when he was about to arrive at his house, the young man slowed down, and he leaned his ear on the door panel of his house to listen to the movement inside, and when he heard that there was a late night coming from inside, the young man pushed the door open. ”

"Xiao Nong, guess what the young man saw when he pushed the door open?"

Aunt Qing, every time she tells a story, she likes to sell Guanzi and make her anxious, and finally in her anxiety, she proudly tells the essence of the story.

It's just that Aunt Qing was wrong this time, and the storyteller forgot that she had told this story before.

Secretly snickering in her heart, Zhao Xiangnong learned Aunt Qing's tone.

"The young man pushed open the door, and he saw a beautiful girl cooking for him, and the beautiful girl told the young man that she was the snail he had picked up, and when the young man picked it up, it was already dying, and later, the young man and the beautiful snail girl got married, and the story is that every good heart will be rewarded."

It's quiet, it's quiet.

"Aunt Qing, am I right?" Zhao Xiangnong heard his own voice, so clearly.

The long years have changed her voice from the "Mifa" entrenched on the stave to the "Dolai", and the pronunciation has changed from crisp and vivid to today's clear and slightly muffled.

No sooner had her voice fallen than another voice rang out, growing old, full of joy.

"Yes, Nong couldn't be more right."

Still afraid that it was a dream, Zhao Xiangnong opened her eyes vigorously, she saw Aunt Qing, touched her face with her hand, and called tentatively, "Aunt Qing?" ”

The voice of "Aunt Qing" is so clear.

Her voice is back, back! It's not that she's too lazy to make a sound, she's just because she's in too much pain.

hugged Aunt Qing tightly, and used a howl to dispel the pain, this was the last time she cried for him, and it was the last time Zhao Xiangnong cried for Song Yuze.

The sound squeezed out of the pain became a string of broken sounds.

"Aunt Qing, I'm so miserable, I'm really too miserable, he put me in front of 120 million people, which makes me worse than dead."

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