My mother was moved to hug me and cry for a long time, and I also felt a little sour on the tip of my nose, and when my mother finally stopped crying, the food was already a lot colder. I used to be very picky, and I always felt that looking at a cold meal was like looking at leftovers in the trash, and when I thought about this, my hands moved a lot slower.

It was unappetizing to think of this analogy during the meal, and I glanced at my mother with some hesitation, the tear stains on her face, the tears on her cheek, and the large areas of reddened skin caused by the rapid blood flow. I don't know if she noticed that I didn't play chopsticks much or noticed me looking at her, she raised her head, looked at me eagerly and said, "Baby eat more, eat more to recover faster." ”

I can't answer that.

Blame me for being an upright person, and spilling water when I consciously say it. If I say anything at this point, I can't say it in a subtle way, I can't eat anymore. I had to let the air just feel so embarrassed.

But then Mom lowered her head and began to eat again.

In a scene where there are only two people, your embarrassment is doubled when the other person doesn't feel embarrassed.

The specific manifestations are heart-scratching and lung-scratching:

- Ahh

- She is so embarrassed that she is so embarrassing

- God, embarrass me·······

I was embarrassed for a while, and when my mother finished eating, she raised her head and looked at me intently, looking like she was going to watch me finish eating. I was so frightened by my mother's eager gaze that I took a few bites, and it was really uncomfortable. I hesitated for a moment and said, "Mom, I can't eat anymore······"

This can't eat is very doorway, I think about it carefully and it seems that it can be logical and self-consistent, you see, a patient, I don't know how long I am in bed, anyway, I am in bed, I don't do anything, basically only basal metabolism, it is easy to feel full; And then it's still in the hospital, and the smell of disinfectant water in the hospital or something······ I didn't smell it, but it's like this in common sense, isn't it very unappetizing······ I just don't know which one is more unappetizing than the leftovers in the trash······

But I can't say these reasons, I should think of them by my mother herself, these reasons are very common and easy to think of, even if I don't understand my mother's personality and way of thinking now, I can estimate that it will not be far from ten. I stared at my mother for a while, she should have been stunned for a while, and then I was familiar with the tearful expression, "Why is the baby sick like this······"

I was afraid that she would cry again, so I quickly said, "It will be good to wait for us to go home and raise it for a while." “

Mom noticed, "Go home," and turned to me and said, "Baby, you're going to be in the hospital for a while." “

I was a little puzzled: "But······· No, I haven't even had a test in the past two days, so I should be discharged, right? ”

The mother said, "Baby, the doctor told you to stay here for a few more days, mainly to rest, and we will be discharged when you are well." “

I wanted to say something, but my mother left without looking back, and I thought about catching up, but finally I shivered inexplicably and lay back obediently.

In the next few days, my mother came three times a day, all to deliver food, I thought it was very good, if she had been with me, it would make me feel very unnecessary, after all, I hurt my brain, and the basic common sense is still there, I can walk around the ground, I can go to the toilet and peel apples for myself, and my mother's mode of getting along basically continues the ubiquitous embarrassment of the first meeting. The doctor also started to clock in my ward, so that I was very malicious for a while and speculated about why the doctor began to be very diligent after my mother came diligently, but I thought about it carefully and I seemed to be awake for two or three days, except for the first day of delirium, my mother came once on the second day, the doctor came once, the doctor came once a day on the third day, my mother came three times a day, at least my perspective should not exist before the so-called diligent comes, there is no comparison is not to say that the doctor began to be diligent after what, So there is no doctor because my mom started to be diligent.

I was sitting on the edge of my hospital bed eating an apple that I had peeled myself, and after thinking about it, I felt that I was really bored, working as a philosophical writer here, but this little life was quite nourishing. I presumed that I was supposed to be in high school, probably either a sophomore or a junior in high school. Tsk, if it's the third year of high school, it's terrifying, which makes me suddenly feel a little nervous, and I want to ask my mother after she comes, but my mother didn't come for a long time. Of course, since there is not even a clock in the room, I don't think my own concept of time is very strong. Maybe only for a moment, and then I just got cranky again. I still don't know anything about my past, and I should get to know myself well when I go home after I am discharged from the hospital, otherwise what will happen if someone else finds out.

I burst out laughing, and immediately denied myself, and was found when I was discovered, I continued endlessly, I am Chu Ying, I am me, and other people's descriptions and information are of course me and I am only a part of me, just like building a self-consistent system that requires 100 million data to deal with all situations, and the observer can only get my reaction in the corresponding situation when they observe, and there is also an observer filter, and finally build a database of seventy or eighty with fault tolerance, Why should I give up 100 million data to accept 70 or 80 data?

And even if those seventy or eighty were really my past, and completely different from what I am now, so what? Those seventy or eighty are just Chu Ying in the past, and now I am Chu Ying, only I am qualified to decide what kind of person Chu Ying is, if the rule-maker listens to the prayers of the game participants, it is nothing more than bad interest or senseless pity.

Thinking about it like this, I suddenly felt a lot happy, and I had a little bit of heroism to guide the country. I'm awesome! Hahahahahaha······

Then I thought about falling asleep unconsciously, and when I woke up, my mother had already come, with a familiar three-layer small lunch box and a kraft paper bag, which is generally used for documents. Sure enough, my mother opened the brown paper bag and pulled out a thick stack of papers.

I don't need my mother to say anything, I feel like it should be my information, the first title of the document is the student information file, I wondered if it shouldn't be the national citizen file, and then I think that I may not be able to go to the file before I am eighteen years old, I continue to read.

Chu Ying

woman

Date of birth: 22 June XX02

Student status: Sakura College Kindergarten, Sakura College Elementary School, Sakura College Middle School, Sakura College High School

The legendary one-stop service, but I don't know if it's a gift to buy a house.

Home address: No. 331, Emerald Mansion

Okay, it looks like I don't live in the Sakura Building······

Family relationship: father Chu Shiyan, contact number xxxxxxxxxxxx,

Mother Lin Rujin, contact number xxxxxxxxxxxx

Class: Senior 2 (9) (Top Science Class)

Class Teacher: Ma Chengkang (Mathematics Teacher·········

I looked at the homeroom teacher and turned the page, too lazy to see what the teachers of each subject were called, anyway, when the time came to go to class, it would be clear when I asked.

Then there is a record of various experiences and honors from kindergarten onwards.

I focused on the specialty, and then I wrote a violin grade 12.

, I twitched the corner of my mouth, I don't have anything related to the violin in my mind now, muscle memory, lying for ten days and half a month is estimated to be gone······

Even more alarming was followed by a symphony orchestra concertmaster······

Now I just don't know if I can return it, I'm angry.

Flip it over again is the report sheet, which seems to be very strong, what age ranking, joint entrance examination ranking······

Now, I want to wail when I think about my blank brain, which seems to have been reset:

-Ahh

Well, not stupid. Rigorous science students began to correct themselves.

-Maybe the IQ is still there, and it can be made up quickly.

Holding .jpg in distress

My mother watched me for a long time, and the dishes were ready, so she came over and took away the information in my hand, stuffed the chopsticks and small bowl into it and said, "Okay, eat first, and look at it later, don't worry"

I grumbled a few times, and felt that my mother had a point:

Not in a hurry is really not in a hurry, because I don't know how many things to be anxious about.