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However, at this moment, Zhang Xiaohong, who was sitting in front of Ye Wenyu, was a full eleven old women, with dense crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, thick bags under her eyes, her hair was combed in a ponytail casually, neither dyed nor hot, and she was wearing a black coat, looking from a distance, she looked like an old crow without any spirit, she had no makeup, no dress, no speech, and the look on her face was pain and fatigue.

The look in his eyes is chaotic and painful, and the chaotic light makes people look too much and feel scared, which doesn't seem to be the kind of eyes that a normal person would have.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, Ye Wenyu wouldn't have believed that Zhang Xiaohong would become the old woman she is today, as if she had nothing to love.

She thought to herself, no wonder Lin Tingfeng was worried about his mother's madness, Zhang Xiaohong's current state was indeed not normal.

The air in the carriage didn't seem to be enough, Ye Wenyu didn't dare to look at Zhang Xiaohong beside her, so she became more and more nervous, she was like a fish thrown ashore, and she couldn't breathe well.

Lin Tingfeng saw Ye Wenyu's shocked and surprised appearance and wanted to speak, Ye Wenyu shook his head and signaled him not to mention the old man's illness in front of his mother, which should be a great stimulus for mental patients.

Lin Tingfeng was amusefully silent, Xiaoyu's worry was right, if she mentioned madness in front of the old man, maybe she would have a seizure before she arrived at the hospital.

Although Zhang Xiaohong's body did not move, she saw the eyebrows of her son and the girl next to her, she glanced at Ye Wenyu, and still did not make a sound.

Half an hour later, Lin Tingfeng drove to the hospital, Ye Wenyu helped Zhang Xiaohong get out of the car, Zhang Xiaohong saw the name of the hospital, and immediately became emotional, she turned around and was about to walk to the car while saying loudly: "What are you doing with me in this kind of place, you think I'm crazy again, I'm not crazy!" She pushed hard, with so much force, that she pushed Ye Wenyu, who was holding her, to the ground, and a stone pierced Ye Wenyu's palm, and blood flowed down.

At this time, a strong wind was blowing, and the hospital was built on the mountainside, and the mountain wind was very strong, blowing Zhang Xiaohong's hair and the corners of her clothes, coupled with her exaggerated and fierce expression, made her look more like a nervous patient.

Lin Tingfeng just parked the car and got out of the car, seeing this situation, he immediately walked to Ye Wenyu's side, helped her stand up, saw her hand was bloody, and a pinprick of distress surged in her heart, which was even more uncomfortable than being injured, he asked her eagerly: "I'm sorry, you don't care." ”

Ye Wenyu immediately shook his head.

Zhang Xiaohong ignored the two of them, walked straight to the car alone, and was about to pull the car door and sit in, Ye Wenyu immediately stepped forward, stopped in front of Zhang Xiaohong like a wall, and said to Zhang Xiaohong: "Auntie, it's not to see a doctor, it's just that there is a doctor in this hospital who is my friend, let's go talk to him." There is no need to register, and there is no need to queue. She tried hard to give Zhang Xiaohong a bright smile.

The car where Zhang Xiaohong pulled the door stopped. The mentally ill who has been sick is particularly sensitive, and she hates to come to this kind of hospital the most, because whether you are sick or not, this kind of hospital is repeatedly in and out several times, and everyone will suspect that you are a neuropath, and when the time comes, you are not a neuropathy and people will say that you are neurotic.

The greatest consolation for the rest of her life was that she hadn't been in this horrible hospital for almost twenty years.

When she was young, she couldn't stand the stimulation and became a crazy woman, which was the biggest trauma in her life.

It's just that she usually doesn't mention it in front of her son.

So when she heard Ye Wenyu say that there was no need to register, no need to queue, her mind changed, and the anger that was originally like a volcanic eruption miraculously disappeared a lot.

Ye Wenyu said softly: "Ting Feng is very worried about your body, I think, let's go in and talk to my friend, Ting Feng is relieved to know that you are fine, he is such a filial child, and now is a very moment, he is very tired these days, the pressure is very high, he has to worry about things at work, and he has to worry about your body, you don't want him to worry about you." ”

This sentence was reasonable, and even Lin Tingfeng, who was standing on the side and helpless, was moved, thinking that this girl was really careful.

Sure enough, Zhang Xiaohong looked at Lin Tingfeng, Lin Tingfeng smiled hard, nodded, Zhang Xiaohong saw his son's gray hair, haggard eyes, tired to the point of blackening his face, and the pain in his heart could not be described with pen and ink.

She slowly retracted her hand holding the handlebar, and said to Ye Wenyu: "Okay, just talk to your friend, I'm really not sick, Tingfeng is just blindly worried, I haven't done it for more than ten years, and the doctors said that I was cured, how could it relapse." She walked into the hospital in a broken heart, accompanied by Ye Wenyu.

Lin Tingfeng finally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that a boulder pressed on his chest had finally disappeared.

He glanced at Ye Wenyu's back gratefully, thinking that this girl was so good, if she didn't come with him today, at this moment, he might not be able to twist his mother, and the mother and son were now on the way back.

When he arrived at the hospital, because of what Ye Wenyu said, Zhang Xiaohong was surprisingly cooperative, Lin Tingfeng, under the instruction of Ye Wenyu, took the first step and went to the registration queue on behalf of his mother.

Finally, all the examinations were over, the doctor called Zhang Xiaohong into the room for a face-to-face consultation, and Lin Tingfeng and Ye Wenyu were waiting outside for the results from the hospital.

Ye Wenyu's hands were still bleeding, Lin Tingfeng couldn't stand it, so he went to the pharmacy of the hospital to buy medicine and gauze to stop bleeding, and bandaged her with his own hands.

Two people sat on a bench in the hospital corridor, one carefully bandaged, the other looked at the bandaging person, time and space seemed to stand still.

The surroundings are quiet and peaceful, and they look beautiful.

The sun shines on the white walls of the hospital, and the walls turn yellow and have a texture, like high-grade wallpaper, and the huge fan-shaped leaves of the banana trees, their shadows are also cast on the walls of the hospital corridors.

On the begonia fruit tree not far away, two magpies came, and they chirped and looked very happy.

Everything was wonderful.

Ye Wenyu stared at Lin Tingfeng, who was carefully bandaging herself, he was single-minded, forgetting the people and things outside her body, she couldn't help but think of her past life and this life. She thought to herself, Lin Tingfeng was actually good to her, if in the last life, she had been more assertive, think more for him, consider the problem from his point of view, and have a little more understanding and patience with him, maybe the ending would be completely different.

Many times, life is because of a misunderstanding, a misunderstanding, a small misunderstanding accumulates into a big misunderstanding, and then completely misses.

(End of chapter)