Bishenghua carried Aoki out of the studio and came to the aisle outside. At this time, the sunlight happened to be shining through the window, shining on the row of old but clean chairs.

Bi Shenghua put Aoki down, carefully let him lie flat on the chair, put a cushion under his head and under his feet, and touched it under his waist and back to make sure that it was flat and comfortable, before standing up, rubbing his right shoulder with his left hand, beating his waist with his right hand, and smiling apologetically at Zhao Pengcheng who came over, and said:

"Soak up the sun. People always have to bask in the sun, maybe they will wake up one day! ”

Zhao Pengcheng didn't know what to say, so he responded: "Yes, maybe I'll wake up one day." ”

He was inexplicably a little jealous of Aoki, it was obviously impossible to wake up again, he was no different from a dead man, why did someone take care of you so meticulously, and someone else was looking forward to you waking up?

He put himself in his shoes, if they swapped situations, someone would take care of themselves for ten years, and would anyone look forward to him waking up?

The answer is: no.

Zhao Pengcheng suddenly felt lonely - another new human emotion infected him.

The sunlight shone on Aoki's face, reflecting a jade-like luster. His jet-black hair was still as messy as he had been, but a closer look revealed that there was no dandruff or dirt, and it was not known how the woman had managed to keep her hair clean and in such a strange way for so long.

"You're a doctor, aren't you?" Bi Shenghua suddenly asked.

"How do you know?"

"Guess."

Zhao Pengcheng thought that ten years of prison life had almost changed all the problems he left when he was a doctor, but he didn't expect that a strange woman would see his profession just after he was released from prison.

He lifted his hand and looked at his palm, which was covered with calluses and scars from his prison work. He laughed self-deprecatingly, "I've almost forgotten that I was a doctor." ”

Bi Shenghua smiled, as if she had completely relaxed her vigilance against Zhao Pengcheng, and turned the joints of her body easily and naturally, it could be seen that taking care of such a completely vegetative person every day made her very tired, but she had a satisfied smile on her face. The sun shone on her face, and she could clearly see the already deep crow's feet at the corners of her eyes, and a few white threads mixed in her short hair.

This is a typical middle-aged woman who is good at housework and taking care of men.

But judging from her slightly raised eyebrows, straight and delicate nose bridge, slightly tough cheek contours and neutral dress, Zhao Pengcheng can still imagine that she must have been a heroic and delicate girl ten years ago.

"This used to be a bar?" He asked.

"Yes, I used to run a bar, and they all called me Ruhua, but that's actually the name of the bar." Bi Shenghua seemed to recall something, and a happy look appeared on her face.

"Why don't you open it?"

"Look at the way this street looks, can it still be opened?"

Bi Shenghua looked at the window, his eyes were confused.

The glass is covered with gray outside, and the view is not transparent, and the outline of the trees on the street and the house opposite can be faintly seen. There was no one outside the window, and no dogs barked.

"Soon after he fell unconscious, the bar closed, but the street was still very lively at that time."

Zhao Pengcheng heard a little sadness and said, "Do you want to know why he became like this?" ”

"No, I just want to know if he'll ever wake up." Bi Shenghua looked at Zhao Pengcheng very seriously, as if she wanted to find the answer from his face.

Zhao Pengcheng was a little unbearable, silent for a long time, and finally shook his head.

Bi Shenghua smiled. Despite the deliberate cover-up, Zhao Pengcheng still saw a fleeting disappointment on her face.

"Can you take care of it for me? I'm going to cook. Bi Shenghua gently glanced at Aoki lying on the chair, "Actually, you don't need to take care of anything, he won't move, but someone can always rest assured when someone watches." ”

Zhao Pengcheng didn't refuse, nodded and said, "Okay." ”

Before going downstairs, Bi Shenghua turned around and shouted, "Oh, you can stay and eat." ”

Zhao Pengcheng saw that there was still a chair empty next to Aoki, so he sat down. He didn't know why he had acceded to the woman's request, sitting in the narrow window hallway, like a child watching strangers.

Aoki next to him lay peacefully, the sunlight moving from his face to his chest, and little by little leaving his body and moving to the ground, all the way to the opposite wall.

Presumably to prevent dust from falling off the walls, which are covered with a lot of newspapers. When the sunlight moves in, it shines into a bright square, like a slideshow. Zhao Pengcheng saw an obituary-

Mr. Xia Wenyuan, a well-known entrepreneur and philanthropist in the city, passed away yesterday due to illness

The obituary occupies an entire page, and at a glance, you can see that this Mr. Xia is a big man. Zhao Pengcheng glanced at the date of the newspaper, it was eight years ago.

Next to this newspaper is another newspaper with a striking headline - the Wolf family infighting, the death of the North American wolf king - but it is not known which year and month it happened.

The sunlight moves slowly, like a screen of changing pictures. Although they are all old newspapers and don't have any latest news, compared to the prison where the news is closed, these contents are rich enough, so that Zhao Pengcheng, who has just been released from prison, can read it with relish-

The cat killing order has reappeared, and the feline crisis has returned

An earthquake struck the South Pacific Ocean, a tsunami engulfed the outlying islands of the Tubuai archipelago, leaving thousands homeless

An explosion occurred in a laboratory in Sweden, killing the famous physicist Frederick

Shootouts broke out in many places, suspected to be fought by intelligence organizations

The cats have declined dramatically, leading to a global rat epidemic and the reappearance of a new plague crisis in many places

Zhao Pengcheng stood up unconsciously, followed the footsteps of the sun, and went all the way to the staircase. Out of nowhere, an old yellow cat came out of nowhere and meowed, startling him.

He leaned down to stroke the cat's head as a sign of apology and consolation for a race that had suffered so much trauma over the past decade. However, as soon as the old cat withdrew, he suddenly arched his back, staring at Zhao Pengcheng, full of hostility towards Zhao Pengcheng.

Zhao Pengcheng stretched out his hand and didn't know whether to advance or retreat, and Bishenghua came up and said with a smile: "This cat doesn't like strangers." Then he shouted to the cat, "Soundly, the meal is ready." ”

The cat writhed its slightly old and fat body and went downstairs.

Bi Shenghua walked to the bench, helped Aoki up, and beckoned to Zhao Pengcheng: "Please help me again, the sun won't shine, it's time to go in." ”

Zhao Pengcheng helped her carry Aoki back to the clean room.

"Let's go, let's eat, it's been a long time since anyone has come to eat with me."

When the lifelong flower came out, he took the crow specimen down. Zhao Pengcheng felt strange, but didn't ask much.

The meal was in a large room downstairs, and the decoration and furnishings were still the same as the original bar. The meal was placed on one of the tables, and the smell could be smelled from afar.

In addition to the table where they were eating, there was also a table with two bowls and a plate with a full sauce elbow on the plate. The old yellow cat was lazily lying on the edge of the table.