When Jiang Xiangcheng woke up, what caught his eye was the little daughter's black and bright hair lying on the side of the bed scattered on the quilt.

He moved slightly, trying to sit up. But he was afraid that the action would wake up the sleeping Jiang Luo, so he slowly lay flat, looking at the white ceiling with his eyes in contemplation.

The clock on the opposite side points to 8:20. He suddenly remembered the situation yesterday when he faced the woman, but shirked that he was busy looking down at the time. It was half past eight in the evening, and he looked out through the window of the staircase, and it was already dark. The woman standing opposite has not seen her for a long time, but her eyebrows and eyes are as beautiful as they were at the beginning, which makes people feel pity, just like when he was indulging in her smile and smiling uncontrollably, seeing her lonely, he felt that it was not impossible to have one more person in the second half of his life.

But it was she who pulled him back from heaven to hell in an instant, and the cramping pain in the left half of his chest was like a car running over, making him lose his breath in an instant.

The moment he fell, he was reminded of the sunny days when the four of them were laughing and playing, and the laughter flew through the vast vestibule and backyard into the farther sky. He thought that he would go to sleep like this, so that he would not have to open his eyes to the cruel truth in agony when he woke up, and he would rather sleep with those thorny words, and bury the beautiful crooked eyebrows of the woman, and the tears that fell like broken threads like pearls, in the flames of burning bones that no one knew.

Jiang Xiangcheng thought about it and felt his eyes heat up. He withdrew his gaze from the ceiling and landed on Jiang Luo's sleeping face. He stretched out his hand to caress the familiar child's face, to brush the broken hair that had fallen in front of him to the back of his ear, but he hesitated in mid-air for a moment, and finally withdrew his hand tremblingly.

He sighed in his heart, turned his head over, and his slightly undulating movements suddenly woke Jiang Luo up.

"Dad, you're awake!"

Jiang Luo threw himself on him all of a sudden, and tears of joy were about to come out.

"How do you feel? Is it better? ”

She looked eager, and Jiang Xiangcheng's eyes were sour.

"It's okay, it's feeling good now, don't worry." He comforted her, "You're here alone, guarding me until now?" ”

Jiang Luo shook his head, his eyes drifted to the door, "My brother is also there, he waited until more than four o'clock in the morning to change me, I went out just now, it seems that I went to buy breakfast." ”

A strange feeling in the man's heart rushed out, a kind of warmth with apology.

"Xiaoqi is also here? Hey, that's worrying you. You got me to the hospital? ”

Jiang Luo reached for the grapes on the bedside table, intending to peel a few for him to eat. "No, it was Teacher Tide who sent you here, and she happened to go to our house to pick up the book that night."

She carefully peeled off a grape skin and handed it to Jiang Xiangcheng. "It's a coincidence, if the teacher hadn't caught up with you and went into shock, I wouldn't have dared to imagine the consequences."

Jiang Xiangcheng sighed, his face guilty. "Thank you to Teacher Tidal for me, and I will thank her in person when I am discharged from the hospital. Alas, when people get old, their bodies are not as good as day by day, and one day they have to die at the door of their homes. ”

"Dad!"

Jiang Luo's brows furrowed, and his tone was angry. "What nonsense are you talking about? Isn't that good? ”

She vigorously cut the skin on the surface of the grapes, as if she sprinkled all her anger at Jiang Xiangcheng's words on the poor grapes.

Jiang Xiangcheng laughed, and was about to explain to her that it was a joke, when the door of the ward was gently pushed open.

Jiang Qi appeared at the door with a bag. He looked tired, probably not sleeping all night.

"Dad?"

The joy in Jiang Xiangcheng's heart suddenly rose. It had been a long time since he had heard Xiao Qi call him like that.

Jiang Qi closed the door and walked in, placing a breakfast bag full of white rice porridge and buns on the table. "You and Jiang Luo both eat a little first, I've already eaten, breakfast is very important."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Jiang Xiangcheng looked at the dark circles under his eyes that spread from the corners of his eyes to his eyes, a little distressed, and his tone was apologetic. Jiang Qi doesn't seem to be a person who often stays up late, judging from what he knew about him as a father when he was a child, he has a strong self-discipline ability, and he will never do this kind of thing that hurts his body unless he is forced to do it.

Since divorcing Fang Xiuyuan, and because of his busy business trips, he has rarely seen him again. Sometimes he occasionally came to Jiang Luo every other month to talk about things, and the father and son only greeted each other coldly.

He vividly remembers when he was a child when he took Jiang Qi to his favorite planetarium and zoo, and the little boy was always dancing happily. At that time, Jiang Qi was not as indifferent and silent as he is now, but I don't know when he became more and more cold, and the relationship between father and son became more and more estranged, and sometimes even stranger.

"It's fine."

Jiang Qi didn't raise his eyes, and replied lightly.

Jiang Luo was not polite, she reached out to a steaming bun and stuffed it into her mouth, the hot pot she ate last night had already rotted in her stomach, and she was now hungry.

"Dad, you pay attention to your body in the future, don't drink so much to socialize, and don't stay up late, I think your heart attack this time is caused by being too tired."

She still has buns stuffed in her mouth, but she still wants to inarticulate Jiang Xiangcheng. This horrific thing was enough once, and she didn't want to endure it a second time.

Jiang Xiangcheng's chest was hot. Of course, he knew the cause of his heart attack, but it was difficult to talk about it now, and he knew that he might not even say it for the rest of his life.

"Remember, I'll drink less and stay up less late in the future."

He agreed, his heart in turmoil.

"You....... Was there any stimulus before this? ”

Jiang Qi on the side suddenly spoke.

Jiang Xiangcheng felt his heartbeat pound in his chest, and then the beating became more and more intense. He glanced at Jiang Qi, his face was as usual, but there was a slight doubt in Jun Xiu's eyebrows.

He's still as smart as he was when he was a kid. There is a paranoid intelligence in his bones.

"What can I be stimulated? I'm pretty much the same as irritating others. Jiang Xiangcheng laughed helplessly, "It's just that I drank too much wine at the party last night, and I was tired of staying up late to work on projects in the past few days." ”

He tried his best to make himself look plain and natural.

Jiang Qi raised his gaze slightly and didn't say anything more.

Tidal was lying on the bed, staring dryly in the dark, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

After tonight, she's going to move out of here. Leave this family that has always been smoky, and leave the woman who always seems to be insane.

Part of the reason for moving was because she was preparing for graduate school and wanted to rent a single room around the school to study seriously, and partly because she wanted to leave here a long time ago, but she couldn't find a better reason to do so, and she couldn't let go of her grandmother's dying instructions in her heart. Instead of hating the family atmosphere, if moving out is for a better future, her old man may understand and feel at ease in heaven.

The strange thing is that when I really want to leave, I suddenly feel like something is missing in my heart, empty.

Tide closed his eyes and remembered when he told Yangmei tonight that he was going to move out. She had a hard time reading the expression on a woman's face, not like sadness, not like happy.

At that time, Yang Mei was sitting quietly on the bed in the room, flipping through some photos. She stood in the doorway, unable to see what the pictures were.

"I'm moving out tomorrow to get ready for graduate school."

She leaned against the door and spoke lightly, carefully observing the changes in the expressions of the people on the bed.

Yang Mei raised her eyes, her eyes fell on her face for a while, and there were no waves in her eyes. After only five seconds, he took it back again, and continued to flip through the photos in his hand.

The tide only felt a nameless sense of loss permeating the bottom of his heart.

"Good. Stay safe. ”

She said this from beginning to end, her face expressionless.

But her tone was noticeably much softer than several times before. Tide recalls that time when she asked her if she would eat noodles. The scene where she brushes her away with brutal indifference, and then slams the door of the room. She had always thought that as long as she was careful, she would not be disgusted by her inexplicable anger, but it was not until after that day that she realized that everything was in vain. So then she simply stopped accommodating her, she dared to jam the shard in her neck, and she dared to put the blade on her wrist when she tided.

"Good night."

She sneered in her heart, politely greeted Yangmei, and then closed the door and walked out.

Drowsiness still can't invade the brain. Tide rolled over again, resting his arms sideways under his head. Every time she is upset, she likes to sleep on her side like this, as if it can give her more security. Sometimes when I wake up in the morning, the arm that is padded is numb as if it has been detached from the body.

She reached out with a hand and touched her face, touching the skin that was not her own. It is now perfectly combined with the flesh and blood of the subcutaneous tissue, smooth and delicate, with a constant breath of life.

It's been a long time, and now that I think about it, it's like a lifetime away. In fact, for so many years, Tidal has been puzzled by a question, that is, whether the basin of boiling water that Yangmei poured on half of her face was intentional. If so, why does one of her mothers hate her daughter so much? As for the possibility of not being it, Tide has never thought deeply, because from Yangmei's words and deeds to her for so many years, she already knows that she is a redundant and helpless existence in Yangmei's heart. But she never asked her, and she didn't want to ask for an explanation, because sometimes it was more cruel than the truth that was hidden.

If it weren't for that nameless aunt, maybe she would still be living that kind of unbearable life now, and she might not even have the courage to like Qiao Shen before and Jiang Qi after.

Chaohai said that people don't want to keep their names. But this made her even more curious and uneasy. She was eager to know the aunt's name, appearance, and life, and wanted to repay and atone for her sins with the rest of her life. She wants to turn all the mistakes that Yangmei added to herself into a wordless gift to her life-saving benefactor to make up for another life.