Dead hearted? Shen Man is out of mind!

The person Jing Sheng is desperate for has never been me Xia Xiaoman.

The beginning is not, and neither is the end.

Only I, who was like a fool back then, would believe that a simple kiss can kidnap a man's life.

I smiled self-deprecatingly and headed back to my room.

Yiyi came later than I thought, it has been a full two hours since Han Xu went out, and this little girl has not seen anyone, and no one has answered the phone.

Han Xu has called a few times, the most recent time was ten minutes ago, I lied to him that Yiyi had arrived, and asked him not to call again, after that, the phone did not ring, and it was much quieter.

Because of the incident that happened in the hospital hallway, I finally stayed in the hospital room and stopped thinking about going out.

In addition, in order to prevent Shen Tao or Shen Man from coming again, I also specially explained the care in charge of my ward, so that she would not let idle people wait for her to come in, except for Han Xu and Qin Yiyi.

In order not to drive myself crazy by the infinitely amplified silence in the room, I plugged in my earbuds to listen to the song, and the single song looped the Great Compassion Mantra.

In the past few years, my taste in listening to songs has changed a lot, just like the taste I eat, I used to always like greasy, sweet and spicy food with heavy taste, but now I prefer light porridge with no taste.

But in spite of this, my temperament seems to have become more and more violent.

When my mother was young, she was busy with her father to start a business, almost running from south to north, and when their career improved a little and stabilized, she retreated bravely, and got a Buddhist hall at home, and began to eat fasting and chant Buddha at the age of forty, and the most common thing in her Buddhist hall is this great compassion mantra.

She would sometimes pull me along to listen to it, and I was always reluctant at the time, but now I do, but my mother is no longer there.

I lay on the bed in a daze, looking at the white and flawless roof of the hospital, my ears echoing with Buddhist songs that I didn't understand, and I didn't know what it was like.

I have to say that the hypnotic effect of the Great Compassion Mantra is excellent, whenever I have insomnia, I will definitely fall asleep after listening to it a few times.

This time is no exception.

It's been five years since my parents left, and in the past five years, I have never dreamed of them, not once.

I think they must have hated me so much that they would be so cruel and refuse to enter my dreams for so long.

When I woke up, I found that the pillow was wet, and Yiyi was sitting at the head of my bed looking at me, as if she had discovered a new world: "Sister Xiaoman, you are crying." ”

I was about to refute, but she reached out and rubbed my cheek: "Don't try to deny it, I have proof." It's coming out of your eyes, don't tell me it's your sweaty eyes! ”

I looked at her serious face and smiled, "Is it strange that I cry?" ”

"Of course it's unusual! Sister Xiaoman, do you remember the time when you accidentally fell off our balcony when you were drying the quilt? The thick steel bar is inserted in your legs, and you haven't shed a single tear! ”

I shrugged: "I'm analgesia. ”

When Yiyi heard this, she pouted dissatisfiedly: "Roar! Sister Xiaoman, do you think I will still believe it? What dense phobia, confined space phobia, physical touch phobia, as long as you don't want to answer, you can always find a disease! Just tell me which diseases you don't have! ”

I smiled, not caring at all about her yelling.

Yiyi is this cute, a intestine leads to the end, a silly girl, quite the style of my youth.

Even emotionally, I was desperate to fall in love with someone who didn't like me, and she fell in love with someone who couldn't be.

Looking at her, I felt like I was looking at myself, a little distressed, and a little helpless.