"You... How are you? ”

Jiang Qiao sat on the snow-white bed, looking at the window of the welded iron bar on the opposite wall, and the expression of Mao Daxin when he saw her just now came to mind, and he couldn't help but be a little funny. Even she herself was amazed at her calmness, and thought she would see them crying.

"Ah~let me out~I'm going home~" The woman's mournful cry came from the ward on the left. Jiang Qiao looked at the clock on the wall, and silently recited in his heart: 3, 2, 1. "Running waves~Waves~The waves in the waves and the rivers never end~" The singer Xu Wenqiang next door started again, and as soon as seven o'clock arrived every day, he began to open his throat, and it would not be too late for a minute.

"It seems that it's not very difficult here~" Jiang Qiao said to himself.

Half an hour ago.

"You... How are you? Mao Daxin asked hesitantly, he glanced at Jiang Li, hoping that he could speak first, but no one spoke after waiting for a long time, so he had to break the silence first. Jiang Qiao's expression looked quite calm, not as sluggish as he imagined, nor hysterical.

Jiang Qiao at this moment is no different from usual, if it weren't for this reception room, Mao Daxin would even think that he was sitting in a café as usual to discuss the case with Jiang Li and Jiang Qiao.

"I'm fine, I live in a single ward, the conditions are not bad, but the food in the hospital is a little unpleasant, there is no red meat and boiled live fish that I like, it is too light, and my mouth is about to fade out of the bird." Jiang Qiao smiled, and his tone was normal.

"Don't worry, Team Liu said, it won't be long before you can come out." For the first time, Mao Daxin felt that his language was so pale and powerless.

"Well, I know, I'm not in a hurry, oh, by the way, how is my mother, she... Does she know about me? Jiang Qiao asked. In the whole thing, she was most worried about her mother, and she didn't know how it would feel to suddenly learn that her daughter had killed someone and was mentally ill.

"Don't worry, my aunt is very strong, and I have explained it to her, she knows that you are okay." Mao Daxin comforted.

"That's good." Jiang Qiao smiled and lowered his head.

"Can you see it with your eyes?" Jiang Li finally spoke up, this was the first time he had spoken here.

"Well, some can see it, some can't." Jiang Qiao smiled.

"When you get out, I'll help you heal." Jiang Li looked at her red eyes and said.

"Okay, I'm safe here, you can rest assured." Jiang Qiao smiled, his expression was normal.

Jiang Li frowned slightly, stared at Jiang Qiao's red eyes for a while, and didn't say anything.

He should know ...

Jiang Qiao looked at a corner in the depths of the room, she had been staring at this corner since she first lived here.

"It's time to eat!" The nurse walked in with a cart, still as usual, three dishes and one soup, potatoes, cabbage and tomatoes. Seeing Jiang Qiao's eyes staring at the corner, the nurse smiled and said, "You keep staring at that corner, what are you looking at?" ”

Jiang Qiao raised his head in surprise and smiled embarrassedly: "Oh, I'm fine, just take a look." ”

The nurse smiled: "The doctor just said that you are in good spirits, you can go downstairs to the garden for a walk tomorrow and breathe fresh air, which is good for your body and spirit." ”

"Really, thank you." Jiang Qiao said with a smile. She turned her face and continued to look at the corner, and suddenly said, "Miss Nurse, is there a man living in this ward, who likes to draw very much, and often paints flowers on the wall." Jiang Qiao asked.

"Hey, how do you know?" Miss Nurse looked at Jiang Qiao in surprise and continued: "Yes, I heard that I was a painter before I came in, and I didn't know how I went crazy and made a mess of our wall paintings. ”

"Haha, if you can't say crazy, you're not a great artist." Jiang Qiao squinted and smiled, "What did he draw?" ”

"Oh, those paintings of his are terrible, I remember a pair of eyes, very big eyes, there were two pupils in those eyes, and there were many people in the pupils... Oops, I get goosebumps when I think about his painting. The nurse wrapped her arms around her and rubbed her arms, shivering.

"Oh." Jiang Qiao's expression was still calm.

"Don't think nonsense, he has been discharged from the hospital, you can keep your mood and be discharged soon." The nurse knew a lot of words, smiled and comforted Jiang Qiao, and pushed the dining cart out of the house.

After closing the door, she exhaled softly, why did she talk so much today, too, it is rare that there is a more normal person in the layer she is responsible for who can speak. However, she always felt that there was something strange about this patient, was it her red eyes...

Alas, forget it, I should think too much, looking at her Svenwenwen's appearance, the face doctor said that she was fine. Really, there are so many crazy patients who are nervous.

After the nurse left, Jiang Qiao picked up the plate on the table and looked at the corner that looked empty to outsiders while eating.

There was a man in the corner, who was painting on the wall with his back to her, and his portrait was like faded ink, and it was not long before he went up to the wall, so he had to go back and continue to paint, and the cycle was tireless.

But the painting will never be completed.

"Eyes ... Twin pupils... Could it be related to Jiang Li? Jiang Qiao put down the dinner plate, lay on the bed and looked up at the ceiling: "Alas, don't be nosy, isn't the price big enough, it's none of your business, hang high, remember the three no's, don't look at it and don't ask." Jiang Qiao recited silently as if brainwashing himself.

Jiang Qiao stared at the ceiling in distraction, suddenly she frowned, she sat up and looked again, yes, there is a small black dot on the ceiling, although a black dot is nothing, but if you look closely, you will find that this black dot is on a black line covered by white paint. If you look closely, the ceiling is covered with thick and thin black lines, as if they form a painting.

Maybe it's because the workers are lazy, and the paint on the ceiling is not so thick, so that the traces of the past can be faintly seen.

"The paintings on the walls are also paintings?" Jiang Qiao said to herself, she looked at the corner, and said helplessly: "How much do you love to draw." ”

"The falling flowers are full of moonlight, borrow a cup of recommended phoenix platform, the emperor's flowers are incense with tears, and I am willing to die and return to thank my father. . . ." Next door, there was a burst of Cantonese opera singing by men and women.

You don't need to look at the clock, Jiang Qiao also knows that it's already 8 o'clock. Xu Wenqiang in "Shanghai Tang" has been transformed into Princess Changping in "Imperial Flower", every day, Jiang Qiao has lived in for a week, night and night.

"I should do my best to bow the flowers and candles and worship deeply, and then make a new house in the tomb of the cup, and wait for the thousand autumns to sing and praise the horse on the spirit card." Jiang Qiao hummed softly, she had already heard the miserable Cantonese opera lyrics by heart.

"What the hell is it?" Jiang Qiao silently drew those black lines in his heart.