The smell of disinfectant water was full of mouth and nose, and the footsteps in the corridor were a little messy, and I didn't know which patient in the ward had a problem again. The white walls, white coats, and sickly pale faces grew, and every now and then there was a murmur or two of pain. If the white clothes are the angels sent by heaven to save the earth, then why do they still have so many painful faces?

If not, why do people choose to believe, gather here one after another, and why are they proud of the white clothes?

Jiang Che lowered his head, and there was a scar on the second joint of the little finger of his left hand, although it had been a long time, it still left a shallow trace. And now he is not focusing on this, but on another wound in the same position.

For the first time in seventeen years, I had a chilblain, and even in the years of private study, I often used cold water. When you press your fingers slightly, you will feel a burst of pain, and the contrast between the left and right hands, the dark red red dots seem to be congested, and they look a lot fatter. Jiang Che's two fingers rubbed back and forth, and the temperature rising between his fingers became clearer and clearer between the itch and pain, dispelling the inexplicable irritability in his heart with increasing strength.

Maybe it's because I don't like the smell of disinfectant, or maybe I don't want to see all kinds of helpless eyes and a certain pale face.

Or perhaps, nothing. I just want to see how much it hurts and itches at the bottom, and see if I can find the perverted pleasure in it.

"Do you want it to scar on your hand forever?" The cold sound sounded, and then slowly spread, just like the cold wind whistling outside the window seemed to rise after being tempered by the temperature of the room, so it still sounded like a warm tune.

She wouldn't be unaware of the cause of the scar.

Jiang Che raised his head, his gaze followed the plastic tube to the drip bottle with a quarter of the liquid left, and the upside-down bottle was suspended above his head, bursting with strings of bubbles.

This is the third bottle, but it's almost over.

"The doctor said you have acute appendicitis and need to rest more." Jiang Che stood up, walked to the corner of the room, and took half of the hot water with a cup, then poured it out and filled it again. After blowing on the water in the cup for a while, he walked to Luo Yuqing's side, still in the same tone as always.

"Give."

Luo Yuqing raised her head, took the water glass, her eyes stayed on Jiang Che's face for a while, and then buried her head in the water glass. The heat in the cup made my eyes itch, and I wanted to reach out and wipe it, but there was a tingling sensation on the back of my hand. The next moment, the top of his head was covered with a large hand, with a slight warmth.

Even if the warm winter sun is not warm, there will still be a trace of temperature on the body, even if there are endless light years between you. But what should be and will be will still come.

"You go back first, there is an exam in the afternoon." Because of the head down, the voice is no longer so cold.

"It's okay, I'm not very good at English anyway, and I don't care about this subject." Jiang Che withdrew his hand, thought for a while, and seemed to think of something again, "I asked just now, you have simple appendicitis, which will be paroxysmal or continuous paroxysmal dull pain, and you need to rest in bed more, and it is best to remove it." ”

"What do you mean by a thief?"

"Huh?"

"It's been a long time since you've visited my circle of friends." Meaning I haven't seen you in a long time.

"It's locked."

I don't know who locked it, so I can't get in.

Luo Yuqing raised her head again, her face was a little ugly, with some uncertainty, so it was a scrutinizing gaze. The white walls were painted in the skylight on the windowsill, and Jiang Che's gaze was like the warm winter sun, and she had always deliberately avoided such gazes. Because there is not only warmth in it, but also the sadness of the dusk and sunset.

But these things that should and will have always existed, even if she deliberately ignored them. And now? It was she who was consuming his beauty. The warm sun in winter, after exhausting the light and heat of the year, needs to wait for the next year. And what about him? Is it necessary to wait for the next girl who can regain his brilliance?

It's like those thousand days and nights, like they can go from unfamiliar to familiar. Time is like a huge river, which easily turns those things that are isolated between people into sediment, and then silts up in the river, waiting for the Yellow River to burst.

However, there is another possibility. It is someone who continues to widen the river day and night, cleaning up the silt, even if the flood is monstrous, it can still accommodate it, not the sea and all rivers, but day and night maintenance.

Even though he was exhausted, though he didn't know how long he would last, even though he was already thinking about escaping.

But he's still here.

It's like when he sat next to her, and she said he had become a grandfather, and he said she had become a grandmother.

It's like they go to and from school together in the middle of summer, she calls him Jiang Ranran, and he dislikes her for walking slowly, sharing a schoolbag and two meals. There is also a tacit understanding between each other that has nothing to say.

As we do now, we can restrain the emotions called uneasiness in each other's hearts, because we are afraid that once we say it, we will turn this uneasiness into reality.

It's like she doesn't know when he changed his screen name, it's like they haven't asked each other's feelings for a long time, and they haven't supervised each other's studies together.

More than a thousand days and nights were washed by the huge river, and the wind dried the white head. But it took three years to become a matter of heart, and there was only one sentence left like this, which was not true or fake.

Thief, what are you stealing?

It's to steal the time you lost, it's to get back the memories that owned you.

……

At the toll office on the first floor, Jiang Che pinched a few payment lists and stood in the sparse line. There is only one bottle of antibiotics and two bottles of water and electrolytes on the list, but they are not cheap. Two hundred and eighty-three yuan is not a small amount for Jiang Che.

I paid the fee from the not very large charging window, and seeing that the balance became seventeen yuan and five cents, Jiang Che was a little lucky. Last week, the class had to make copies of the test papers, and each person paid three yuan, and the whole class of 50 or so people had 150 yuan. This semester, Jiang Che was "honored" to become the representative of the geography class because of the strong "recommendation" of his table mates and Zhou Bian. Although he was unwilling, now that he thought about it, he felt that he was not so repulsive, because with the pocket money he usually saved, the danger was made up.

It's just that he is a little worried about the cost of his "promotion" to treat guests, what can he eat for seventeen yuan? Two strings of sugar gourds and a bottle of orange soda for one person? Or go to the cafeteria for a five-dollar meal? After doing the math, Jiang Che was surprised to find that he could save two yuan, but if such an idea was known by Zhou Bian, he was afraid that he would be killed. Thinking that he still owed the class hundreds of test papers, his brain exploded all at once.