"Although it's spring, this spring cold is more unbearable than the winter cold, don't keep opening the window, you can't catch a cold." The babysitter came and closed the window that had opened a crack in her.

Breathing was slightly sluggish.

In fact, the cold air, with the fragrance of unknown plants outside the window, will make people feel as clear as a wash, and she has smelled the warm turbidity in this room for too long......

"You beckoned her, don't let her open the window and catch a cold, I'll go out and buy some dinner." The nanny said to the caretaker.

She didn't open the window again, she was never a wayward person, but she still sat at the window and didn't leave Da.

The encounter between people is a wonderful thing. The so-called cycle of cause and effect, the sand of the Ganges, but it is just the opposite, the origin and extinction, everything seems to have its own certainty, just like the first time I saw it sixteen years ago, and at this moment, he in a black trench coat entered her sight without warning......

At that moment, everything was silent, the heartbeat stopped, and the image of the only one and only him magnified infinitely in front of his eyes......

Looking down from the upper floor, it was far away and she could not see it so really, but his eyebrows, his eyes, and everything about him had already been engraved into a painting in her heart, and every inch of his skin and every strand of hair could be depicted without any mistakes......

Of course, at the same time, the woman next to him also came into her sight, as if something was gently bumping into the position of her heart, really just, lightly, but her fluttering body was knocked into the sky, knocking far away......

I couldn't see the woman's face clearly, but I felt that the picture of the two walking together was a little familiar.

Her lake-blue coat, lined with his black trench coat, is like a shallow water reflecting the blue sky accompanied by pine trees, such a picture, quiet, and beautiful......

Watching the two of them walk along, in the staggered time, she seemed to see him many years ago, and herself......

People in the world love flowers, and have a special preference, such as the mother loves lotus, every year the flowers fail, the years of flowers bloom, only the year after the year of the flowers are similar, the love of the life does not change, however, the end of the year is not the same......

Not sad.

It's true.

I just felt that she was really standing in the clouds, looking at the mortal dust from afar, and she couldn't fall again......

The Buddha said, the flowers on the other side bloom for a thousand years, fall for a thousand years, and the flowers and leaves will never meet. That's it......

Now she is a soul that has entered reincarnation with her memory, where is she in the dust?

Suddenly, the universe was desolate, empty and empty, but it was also transcendent......

Today's vision is exceptionally clear, or is it because it was destined for her to see him......

Quietly retreating from the window, he sat in front of the bed in a daze, his eyes glazed.

The caretaker thought she was going to sleep, so he came to help her, "Come, I'll help you." ”

She glanced at the nurse, stood up obediently with the support of the nurse, and obediently got on the hospital bed, sleeping and not sleeping, in fact, there is no difference......

There was some paper at the head of the bed, and a pen for her to spare, and when she was not yet fluent, she used the pen to communicate with the nanny.

She picked up a sheet, and a sentence involuntarily floated in her heart, and she wrote it on the paper: The flowers move and fall, and the people change over the years. Today's dust is the sea......

After writing, I felt very weak, threw away the pen and paper, and lay down to sleep.

Soon the nanny hurried back, she was already asleep, and the paper with a few lines of poetry had been written before resting on the bedside table.

The nanny took it gently, didn't wake her up, and then quietly exited the room and called Jiang Yuwan, "Miss, it's not good!" ”

"Wait, I'm calling." Jiang Yuwan said busily.

The nanny knew that it was not very convenient to talk over there, and after a while, the phone called, and Jiang Yuwan's voice was also full of anxiety, "What's wrong?" Is Qinghe's illness bad again? ”

"It's not!" The nanny lowered her voice and said, "I saw Young Master Sun today." ”

"What?" Jiang Yuwan was shocked, "In the hospital? ”

"Yes, I went out to buy vegetables at noon and saw Young Master Sun and a woman coming to the hospital! However, Ye Qinghe should not have been found, but I don't know if Ye Qinghe saw Young Master Sun, because she was at the window when I came out. The nanny took the piece of paper with poems written on it in her hand and read it to Jiang Yuwan, "The flowers move and fall, and the people change over the years." Today's dust is the sea. This is what Ye Qinghe wrote just now, she has almost not written recently, and I can't understand this thing when she suddenly writes this, but the general meaning, does it mean that people are easy to change their minds or something? ”

Jiang Yuwan was a little confused, "Wait, wait, I want to think about it...... Yes, there is something wrong with this poem, and it must have been inspired by feelings...... Worst...... What are Iting doing in the hospital?