When I woke up, I found myself in a hospital bed.

There was a tingling pain in his jaw, and Meng Congxia reached out and carefully touched his chin, frowning painfully. Tossed and got out of bed.

The room was full of bouquets and baskets, the so-called "treatment of a daughter", the superior single room was clean and tidy, and there was no smell of disinfectant wafting in the air, but there was still an uncomfortable feeling. There was no one around, it was eerily quiet, and the hallway outside the door was empty. It's like death in a horror movie, and this moment is the last second before despair.

Even if Meng Congxia didn't have many friends in the past, he wasn't so afraid of being alone, probably because after going through a lot of things, people have become sensitive.

And loneliness is always stronger and more reliable than happiness.

There was a bouquet of pure white lilies on the bedside table, and "Lily" she thought of her, feeling a little angry and sad, and her stomach was churning and nauseous. The lilies are surrounded by stars in the sky, which serves as a decorative foil. Small, like snow.

Meng Congxia remembered that the first time he sent flowers, it was not roses, it was nothing else, it was a sky full of stars. With his clean white shirt and beautiful face, he looks like a knight. The kind of flower that plays a supporting role in the flower shop can't be considered too beautiful, but it makes people feel very comfortable.

She held the flower and followed him on the bicycle, walking in the quiet summer sunshine. The forehead felt the heat of the wind, the skirt caressed the steps on the side of the road, the chain rubbed against the wheel to make a "rustling" sound, and the cicadas resounded throughout the summer.

Hello, Summer-

Meng Cong'an, Meng Congxia, a man and a woman, the same surname and similar name.

At the beginning of the high school year, when the roll call was called, it was even more coincidental that they were called one after the other. The head teacher shouted: "Meng Cong'an, Meng Congxia, are you brothers?" ”

Someone was coaxing: "It's brother and sister, teacher." ”

"Oh." The head teacher lifted his glasses, as if he was sure.

Meng Congxia was so stunned that he couldn't speak, Meng Cong'an didn't react in the back row, and caught a glimpse of a figure who wanted to get up with his spare eyes, slightly curious.

After that, they began to get acquainted.

However, with such a name, probably everyone will mistake them for brother and sister.

Later, they went to and from school together every day, went to the cafeteria together, and walked together in pairs under the teacher's nose, and they were not suspected of having a tendency to early love. Because of Meng Cong'an's excellent grades, almost all the teachers in the school recognized him.

Once the director of teaching saw them together, he wanted to talk about how strict the school rules and discipline were, but found that he was a well-known top student in the grade, and he also heard that he had a younger sister, so he said next to him, brother and sister go home together, be careful on the road...... Finally, I would like to add a sentence: study hard. Just left.

Cong Xia is always secretly happy, and then said to Cong'an, you see how clever and clever we are, just because of the name. Cong'an made a helpless statement: "Parents are prescient. ”

Meng Cong'an wanted to change his name and mother's surname during the summer vacation, but later forgot about it because of a delay. There was an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth: it was indeed a coincidence

The best and worst thing about being his "sister" is that there are often girls who come to ask about Cong'an's situation, stuff food, and hand love letters. When she threw it to Meng Cong'an, she complained: "Why didn't anyone write me a love letter?" I want it too! ”

Although Meng Cong'an was expressionless on his face, he was a little happy in his heart, and it was not that there were no boys who secretly asked him how to chase Xia Xia, but he was threatened with his fists: "Dare to move Meng Congxia to try." ”

The mind came back to the present. He patted her head like a puppy: "You are too tossed." ”

Sometimes Meng Congxia would think in frustration: he is so good, if it is a star, it must be the sun, and the golden light is so dazzling. And he is like a sky full of stars, so ordinary, how can he like himself?

Sure enough, it was not a person from the world, and finally returned to his original track-

From Xia, I saw a brown card in the bouquet, surrounded by a circle of delicate lace, and Juanxiu's handwriting read: "Come on, you must come to life!" From the handwriting and tone, no matter how you look at it, it seems to be from the hand of my friend Liang Cheng.

She smiled palely, and broke her jaw in the bathroom, but she had a few stitches, and she wasn't going to die.

It's just that he's getting married, and the bride isn't her.

It's not like I'm going to die.

In the afternoon, she was in a hurry to be discharged from the hospital, but the doctor couldn't resist her, so she had to be told to remove the stitches on time and not to touch the water.

A huge city, with a population of tens of thousands, everyone is going around in circles.

From Xia sat in a taxi, through the window of the car saw an old couple crossing the street. The old man held the old lady's hand tightly, shuttling between the traffic, and the smile was reflected on his face and imprinted in her heart. is so affectionate that it touches irrelevant people.

I can't help but recall that in the past, I had to cross the road with Meng Cong'an.

She asked him: "Cong'an, if I am hit by a car and die, will you be very afraid?" ”

Who knew that he had his hands in his pockets, and his clear eyes were calm: "No." ”

She snorted in her heart and turned her head unconvinced. Before she could jump at the red light, she stepped into the zebra crossing, and the passing cars sped away, and she walked straight past.

Meng Cong'an reacted, so he hurriedly ran over and dragged her back, "Do you want to die?" So many cars are still in the past! He turned back to her head with some exasperation but whispered, "Don't joke with your own life. ”

Cong Xia felt a little sorry, and was about to apologize to him, looking at the hand he was holding, his mind suddenly went blank. His face was flushed, his breathing became lighter, and only his heartbeat could be heard.

His voice with his back to him came from his ears: "Are you really stupid or have a funny brain, you have to be dragged away after crossing the street so dishonestly." She didn't notice that when she walked in front of him, she couldn't see him, who was a little flustered, and the roots of his ears were flushed with red tides like a fever.

In the past, Meng Congxia, did you have any potential?

It's really unproductive, otherwise he wouldn't be married, and he fantasizes about being able to reunite with him.

She took out her phone from her bag, flipped through the address book, and the phone was connected after a few beeps.

A nice male voice came from the other end of the phone: "Hey." Xia Xia. ”

"Gu Ming, help me book a ticket to France, I want to go and see my mother." She thought for a moment and said, "One-way." ”