Night, here it is again.

The lights are flickering and the lights are bright.

There are often the sounds of walking in the corridors, doctors, nurses, patients, family members, different identities, different roles, stepping on different soles, making very different sounds on the floor.

Cheerful, hurried, hurried, messy, heavy...

Over and over again, stepping on Wang Jun's heart.

He sat on the ground, leaning against the wall, staring down at the dark hallway.

The list of his daughter's surgical fees, medical expenses, and nursing expenses snowballed, one after another, overwhelming him.

However, he could not fall, the three-day-old child was still waiting for him to save his life...

Wang Jun took out his mobile phone, the time showed that it was nine o'clock in the evening, and there were still three hours to reach the second half of the night, I don't know if he would wait for the call as he wished. He thought he might be crazy, and he was expecting a strange little girl to help.

Maybe this was a lifesaver, but he still clung to it.

In the past two days, he has lost count of how many people he has found. Relatives, friends, classmates, colleagues... So much so that I was numb.

Not as a last resort, he won't open his mouth to borrow money.

Wang Jun was a little silent and shy, and he didn't like to do things that caused trouble to others, but he still went to add them. And, in a very embarrassing way.

"Son, my mother knows that you are very uncomfortable, and my mother also knows that you are a good father. But do you really understand what the doctor meant? The probability of this child surviving is very small, even if we go bankrupt, we may not be able to keep her, you... Why are you suffering? ”

"Wang Jun, it's not that these relatives don't help you, your mother called one by one and said that whoever borrowed your money would die in whose house. Don't blame your mother for this, it's not easy for her widowed mother to survive and can't watch you jump into the fire pit. You're still young, don't think about it, there's still a long way to go, don't block it yourself. ”

"Lao Wang, you also know the situation of the brothers, not to mention the elderly and children at home, and they still owe mortgages and car loans. Seriously, there aren't a lot of things that can help, but try to help you solve your emergency, and you still need to find a way to do the rest. ”

"Yes, if it really doesn't work, let's see if we can crowdfund?"

"Yes, yes... It's also a road. ”

“......”

The phone rang, and Wang Jun came back to his senses suddenly, subconsciously thinking of the girl.

Is it her?

When I looked down, it was my mother.

He let out a heavy breath and hung up the phone in disappointment.

Mother had changed, she had become a stranger, and he didn't know how to talk to such a stranger.

The daughter is the last gift his wife leaves for himself, how can he say that he will give up?

Wang Jun thought of his wife, closed his eyes, and her shadow would still appear in his mind. The gentle, demure, and ingenious woman, the woman who met him, fell in love, got married, had children, and walked hand in hand for four years, as if she had always been by her side and never left.

He cowered in the corner and closed his eyes tiredly. The footsteps in the hallway grew quieter and quieter until nothing could be heard clearly.

Why is there no sound anymore?

What about people?

Where did they go?

The corridors of the hospital shouldn't be so quiet, there must be something going on.

Wang Jun wanted to go and see the situation, but he couldn't move, and he couldn't open his eyes.

Suddenly, he heard the sound of an instrument, familiar and pleasant, as if he had heard it somewhere.

He slowly opened his eyes, this was in a Western restaurant, where Wang Jun and his wife had their first date. He jerked towards the window, and a familiar figure immediately grabbed his heart!

It's a wife!

As before, she was wearing a plain white dress, holding her chin in her hand, and looking at the scenery outside.

The thin sunlight penetrated the carved glass and sprinkled on her, forming a golden circle of light. Under the light and shadow, a delicate little face is reflected.

Wang Jun seemed to have returned to the past, looking around in a daze, he knew that this was a dream, but everything was very real.

"Cuckoo..."

He called cautiously, for fear that the loud voice would scare away the people in his dreams.

She's back.

The wife turned her face blankly and stared blankly at Wang Jun. It was as if I didn't know him anymore.

Wang Jun slowly approached her, looked at the familiar face, and choked up, "I miss you so much..."

His wife looked at him blankly, her eyes very empty. Wang Jun stood beside her, choked up and speechless. After a while, his wife's eyes cleared, and she opened her mouth as if to say something. Suddenly, a tear of blood rolled from her eyes, cutting through the delicate makeup, leaving a piercing trail of blood on her face.

Wang Jun stretched out his hand to wipe the blood on her face, and said softly, "Don't cry, it's not beautiful." ”

Blood poured from her eyes, and bright red flower bones bloomed from her nose, mouth, and ears, and she struggled, but she couldn't say a word.

"Don't do this," Wang Jun wiped with tears in his eyes, "Don't do this... I don't want to see you like this..."

The blood flowed like an infusion, dripping onto the white dress, dyed into a shocking crimson...

"Don't..."

Wang Jun trembled with fright and opened his eyes suddenly. It was pitch black in his eyes, and the surroundings were quiet, he gasped for breath, and hurriedly turned on his mobile phone, it was already 11:58,

He leaned against the corner, remembering the appearance of his wife in his dream, and couldn't help but shed tears.

Two minutes to go, that little girl, will she really come?

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Wang Jun didn't know that in the place where he couldn't see, someone was squatting not far from him, covering his eyes, looking very painful.

If he could see it, he would have recognized it at a glance, and it was none other than his wife, Cuckoo.

And across from them, dozens of yin spirits were neatly surrounded, some standing on the ground, some floating in the air. There are men, women, and children, and if you look at your appearance, you are no different from a living person.

However, they are not alive, they are dead, they are ghosts who remain in the yang world.

The ghosts looked at each other, each in amazement.

Because dozens of Yin Spirits united to support the dream, the result was unexpectedly failed.

A woman in a tracksuit left the group, she landed next to the cuckoo and asked softly, "Are you feeling better now?" ”

Cuckoo nodded, she was very weak now, and her soul had faded into a phantom, "I saw him, but I couldn't speak." ”

The woman pursed her lips and looked at the old man in Tang costume in the team, "Uncle Li, is there any other way?" ”

Uncle Li shook his head, sighed heavily, and said, "Our Taoism is shallow, and we can't suppress the yang energy on his body. I'm so poor at donkey skills that I can't think of anything else.

Cuckoo is now very weak and can no longer stay here, and needs to hurry back to the cemetery to rest, the cemetery is heavy and suitable for her to recover. ”

"No, I can't go, if I leave, the child will not be saved." The cuckoo buried her head in her lap and cried, "I can't watch her die!" ”