"Bad fate?" The white-haired old man laughed, "That's a good word, I like it." Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

But he had only laughed twice before he suddenly began to cough violently. It seems that it should be the burst of laughter just now, which caused him to choke on the food in his mouth.

In this regard, I can only silently send him two words, "You deserve it!" ”

The communication between me and the white-haired old man has been in a state of for tat since the first meeting.

As soon as the two meet, they will count a few words to each other and lose a few words to each other, which has become the standard way to unfold the plot.

As the time we spent getting to know each other increased, this kind of mutually targeted communication did not decrease, but intensified.

It may seem to outsiders that I am incompatible with the white-haired old man, and we are completely in a state of inability to communicate.

But only we know that this seemingly unharmonious way of getting along is precisely the best way for me to communicate with this old man.

In this way, in the small noodle restaurant in the middle of the night, I ate noodles with the white-haired old man while arguing, the atmosphere seemed awkward, but it had a unique flavor.

When there was about half of the noodles left, the white-haired old man picked up the soup spoon at hand, scooped up a mouthful of noodle soup and drank it, and then sighed: "On this cold night, it is really pleasant to be able to eat a bowl of such hot noodle soup." ”

"Yes, it would be even more comfortable without you."

The white-haired old man naturally wouldn't be angry at the sentence I followed, after all, he had long been accustomed to my poor mouth.

He continued to eat the noodles leisurely, one bite, two bites, and then raised his head to look at me, "My body is cold, I can rely on this hot noodle soup to keep warm, so what if my heart is cold?" ”

From the very beginning, I knew that this old man was definitely not here to eat noodles, and he couldn't let me finish the noodles with peace of mind.

Every time he showed up, I was presented with questions that seemed philosophical but difficult to answer in words, and this time was no different.

I didn't answer him, I just opened the hot sauce bottle that was set aside, scooped up a spoonful full of hot sauce, and before he could react, I poked the spoon directly into his noodle soup.

"What are you doing?" The white-haired old man looked at me with wide eyes.

Still ignoring him, I grabbed the handle of the spoon in one hand and stirred it quickly, so that the hot sauce completely melted into the soup.

After stirring the hot sauce, I tossed the spoon aside, and then said to the white-haired old man, "Eat it, it will definitely warm you from the inside out." ”

The white-haired old man looked down at the noodle soup that had been completely dyed red by the hot sauce, his eyebrows were tightly locked, and he said very resentfully: "You are not heartwarming, but heartburn." ”

"Is there a difference?"

"Of course there is a difference, one is to heat and the other is to set fires!"

"It's all the same! As long as it burns, it will heat up, and it will be warm. ”

"Alas, you young man!"

The white-haired old man picked up his chopsticks helplessly, intending to continue eating noodles. But when he picked up the noodles covered with chili seeds with his chopsticks, his eyebrows tightened even tighter than before. After a moment's hesitation, he finally put down his chopsticks.

"Old man, why don't you eat it?"

"I don't dare to eat it, I'm afraid that the fire will be too strong."

"Didn't you say you were cold-hearted? It's warm when the fire is a little hot. ”

The white-haired old man sighed lightly and stood up from his seat, "If the fire is too strong, it may burn your heart to ashes, isn't it?" ”

"It's so philosophical." I pretended to nod my head, "Is this your parting message this time?" ”

At this time, the white-haired old man's originally tightly knit eyebrows slowly relaxed, and he smiled meaningfully at me, and then turned around and left the noodle shop.

I don't know what the old man meant by what he said before leaving. But I didn't bother to think about it, after all, this wasn't the first time he had played me a dumb riddle.

If I had to understand every word he said, then the 100 days of rebirth time he gave would not be enough at all.

After eating the noodles, I didn't stay on the street for long, after all, it was too cold, and although I took in some temperature from the hot noodle soup, it was still not enough to fight the cold wind at night.

I walked briskly back to the hospital, about an hour after I came out.

At this time, the hospital was even quieter than before, as quiet as a scene from a horror movie, completely silent.

Walking up the stairs of the hospital and through the empty corridors, there were only two nurses on duty, and no other figures were seen.

It may be that the overall atmosphere is too quiet, so that I unconsciously lower the sound of my walking, for fear of my footsteps, afraid of the existing tranquility, thus affecting the rest of other patients.

I walked gently back to the door of the ward where Summer was.

Stretch out your hand, grab the handle of the door, turn it gently, and then slowly push the door open, the whole process, without a sound.

I did this because I didn't want to make any unnecessary noises so as not to wake up Summer, who was resting in the hospital room.

Walk slowly into the room and gently close the door.

At this time, there were no lights in the ward, and the only light in the room came from the faint moonlight shining through the window.

Although the light is not bright, it is enough for me to see the general situation in the ward.

After closing the door, I was about to continue walking inside, but I found that Summer was sitting on the bed at the moment, with her head turned in the direction of the window, looking out of the window, and sitting quietly like this.

Why did this girl wake up? When did she wake up? Could it be that when I opened and closed the door just now, I alarmed her? No, I just opened the door and closed it softly.

I was about to open my mouth to greet her, but when I saw the picture in front of me, I was directly stunned, and the words that had just come to my mouth were also swallowed back by me.

The picture that appeared in front of my eyes at this time was very beautiful.

In the silence of the night, the faint moonlight poured into the hospital ward, and the pure and somewhat haggard girl sat alone on the hospital bed, quietly staring out the window.

This picture is very beautiful, beautiful with a hint of sadness. Let me fall into it without resistance.

It was as if everything around me had come to a standstill, and although I had something to say to her, I was reluctant to speak. Because at this time, I didn't want to make any noise at all, and I didn't want to break the static picture in front of me because of my words.

At the same time, Summer didn't seem to notice my presence, she still stared out the window with her head tilted sideways, through the moonlight.

That's fine, I can just enjoy it a little longer.