Xia Meng, who was in the intensive care unit, woke up in the early morning of the next day.

Xia Meng didn't know how long she had been asleep, she woke up and felt that the world was strange, and she could still think of her soul floating in the air when she was unconscious, and she clearly felt that she was out of the skin that had been entangled with her for many years, she felt relieved, liberated, a kind of comfort and happiness that she had never had for many years.

Xia Meng can still clearly remember that the three slaps that his father grabbed his shoulders and slapped him hard in the face, and the moment he woke up, it was like the most terrifying movie in the middle of the night, playing back in front of his eyes. The ugly and old man, and the disgusting smell of alcohol emanating from his body, like a nightmare, were everywhere at the moment.

Over the years, Xia Meng has been docile like a cat, she has gone from awe to fear to fear of her father, from pity to disappointment, and finally to despair, but in any case, the thought in her heart is still treating this drunkard who has long lost her humanity as the closest person in the world, she has no choice, after all, everyone still has their own last harbor in their hearts, Xia Meng has no other choice, only Xia Jiangang.

Those few slaps slapped on her face, at this moment Xia Meng felt an unprecedented sense of shame, from waking up to the present, I don't know if her consciousness has not really recovered, she resisted and even dared not admit in her heart, this person is her father! All she knew was that she had been slapped in the face by a drunken man, and that shame was like a mountain of bellflower encountering a trace of fire, brushed and lit.

Xia Meng moved his body, his body moved slightly, his back and shoulders to his head, it was pain, and he couldn't tell whether it was a needle prick or a knife and axe, in short, Xia Meng could only maintain his posture at the moment, and his body couldn't move at all.

Xia Meng's eyes looked straight at the ceiling, she wanted to call someone in, but she didn't have the strength to shout a little sound, she didn't dare to close her eyes, as long as she closed her eyes, in the flowers, the flower pots that flew one after another, the three slaps, and the rickety wine bottle, would appear in front of her eyes.

The footsteps outside the door began to be noisy at this moment, Xia Meng was a little panicked at the moment, she didn't want people to know that she was awake, so she closed her eyes in an instant, pretending that she hadn't woken up yet.

Hearing the rapid footsteps gradually approaching him, he gestured to Xia Meng's electrocardiogram for a long time, Xia Meng failed to understand the professional terms they said, only knew that what should be said was that his life characteristics were normal and something like that, and walked out not long after.

Xia Meng was sure that they had left the ward before he opened his eyes. She endured the pain, tilted her head and looked at the ECG machine next to her that was still functioning, feeling uneasy.

Why save yourself? Xia Meng asked in his heart. Her consciousness gradually recovered, as if she had not escaped the concentration camp-like family, knowing that she had come back from the dead, but without the slightest joy of life, after all, that demon-like father was still in this world, and no matter how much effort and disguise she had over the years, she could not fight this terrifying demon.

Xia Meng was in sorrow and despair, under the torment of the pain caused by the slightest movement of his whole body, and he didn't know how long, he fell asleep again.

I don't know if it's in a dream, or if I've woken up. She realized that there was a person next to her bed, crying to herself, crying very sadly, so sad that Xia Meng was a little embarrassed, and she hoped to sit up and comfort her.

"Damn, it's still not a person, my own daughter is like this!"

The words spoken by the person next to the bed made Xia Meng suddenly realize that this person was none other than Schumann, who he had been with day and night. Xia Meng looked at Schumann with slightly loosened eyes, if there is no one in this world who can accompany him, only Schumann is really good to himself. Xia Meng firmly believed.

"Don't ...... Don't swear...... ...... will pollute" Xia Meng let go of his mouth, accompanied by a godless smile on his face, and said weakly.

Schumann realized that Xia Meng had woken up, she looked at Xia Meng in a daze, and then burst into tears of surprise and laughter. Then he rushed to the door of the ward with hurried footsteps, shouting, "Doctor! Doctor! Xia Meng woke up! ”

Then Schumann returned to the ward, although the smile on Xia Meng's face was weak, but for Schumann, it was the warmest and most reassuring smile.

"You...... Are you stupid...... Isn't there a bell? ”

Schumann realized that there was a call bell in front of the hospital bed, and it seemed that Xia Meng was recovering well and could tease himself. He immediately stood up and rang the call bell.

Schumann said, "Next time, I will take you with me wherever I say, and I will take you wherever I go!" Schumann said, his voice choked up more and more, and then bean-sized tears were snatched from his eyes.

"Fuck off...... I...... I don't want to be a ...... Electricity...... Light bulb ......"

The doctors and nurses entered the room together, and Schumann left the room under the guidance of the nurses. Schumann looked back at Xia Meng lying on the hospital bed in three steps, worried in his heart.

And Xia Meng, still the same Xia Meng, endured the pain in his body and smiled at Schumann.