Accompanied by the attending physician and Boss Yu, Bai Ling came to the morgue of the People's Hospital. This morgue is 80 square meters in size, and the interior is solemnly furnished, not only is a naughty ghost who is happy to come here, but also restricts his words and deeds, and becomes very respectful. Don't look at the area of this peaceful space, it is not small, and sometimes it seems very crowded.

As the saying goes, "there is no fish in the river to see at the market". The same is true in hospital morgues.

In the morgue of this hospital, there are relatives and friends who come to see them off with tears every day, there are deceased people who say goodbye to their lives every day, and there are friends who walk together every day. Saying goodbye to life, they are not lonely, they go together, and report to another world together. They can no longer take into account the grief of their relatives in this world and the reluctance of their friends. The road was at their feet, and death forced them to move forward, not to look back, not even to say hello, not even to say goodbye, and not even to stop.

Bai Ling saw that a large family that had just left the morgue was already full of children and grandchildren. The surviving person, in terms of age, is probably on par with himself. Grief-stricken, she couldn't cry, couldn't stand, couldn't take a step. She was already in a state of confusion, and it was the children who forced her out of the morgue. A little boy and a little girl followed him, although they were only seven or eight years old, but their faces were full of tears, and they couldn't cry in grief, and they still cried out intermittently: "Grandpa, grandpa......"

Bai Ling was taken to a spiritual bed. The man lying on the bed made Bai Ling completely stunned. For at least three minutes, Bai Ling was numb and did not react at all.

The person in front of me can be my husband Fang Ming? Bai Ling's eyes were fixed on the deceased, and she asked herself in her heart. Fang Ming is a baby-faced person who is loved by everyone. Big eyes, a smile, two small dimples appear on the face. Colleagues called him a young child, and those who met him for the first time called him a young comrade who had just joined the work.

Bai Ling remembered most of the time when they went to register their marriage, and the person in charge of registering the marriage was an old aunt. She looked Fang Ming up and down repeatedly: "Young man, it's a bit too early for you to ask for a marriage registration now, right?" ”

"I'm 30 years old, is it too early?" Fang Ming said, and took out the letter of introduction he had opened from the unit.

The old aunt looked at the letter of introduction, then at Fang Ming, then at Fang Ming, and then at the letter of introduction. Then he asked unceremoniously, "Young man, is your letter of introduction real?" Didn't you steal it? ”

"Auntie, don't worry, just call to verify." Fang Ming replied with a smile.

The old aunt really picked up the landline phone at hand and called Fang Ming's work unit. Although it was confirmed, she was still not at ease, and deliberately added a note to the stub: "There is a huge difference between this person's appearance and actual age." ”

The man lying on the mourning bed had his face turned into a thin, narrow strip. The eyes were closed, the cheekbones were high, and two deep grooves appeared on the cheeks, and there was no shadow of Fang Ming in sight. Only the black mole at the corner of his mouth and the burn scar on his left ear showed that he was Fang Ming.

The black mole was given by the parents and was born with it. The burn scar on the left ear, which is less than 100 days after the wedding, was branded by Bai Ling herself, which is ironclad evidence of Fang Mingai......

Fang Ming is a person with a very sensitive sense of smell. He can smell the slightest gas leaking.

At noon that day, Fang Mingxing rushed off work. When he opened the door outside, some neighbors joked with him: "Ah, the new official is back?" The bride is cooking for you at home, and you smell so good. ”

Fang Ming replied with a smile: "Xinyun has become an old man......" Fang Ming replied in a long voice, and then the two laughed.

As soon as Fang Ming opened the door, he didn't have time to change his shoes, and he didn't bother to take off his clothes, he took three steps and made two steps, and rushed into the kitchen first like a gust of wind.

At this time, Bai Ling was holding the hot pot with her right hand, and with her left hand, she was putting the green onions for stir-frying into the oil pot. I only heard a "boom", and the flames came out three feet high.

At the same time, Fang Ming hugged Bai Ling with one hand and made a ninety-degree turn. Pick up the lid of the pot with his right hand, put it on the wok with a "horn", and turn off the fire at the same time. If it weren't for Fang Ming, Bai Ling would probably have a "full face". This fire and hot oil are not merciful. Due to Bai Ling's body losing its center of gravity, she fell into Fang Ming's arms, and the hot spatula in her hand pressed against the root of Fang Ming's left ear. Left this permanent scar, left this mark of love.

Whenever Bai Ling sees this hot scar, her heart is always warm.