"Little Meng, Little Meng... Wake up... Xiaomeng, can you hear me? ”

A sharp call in my ears and a bright light in front of me pulled me out of a desperate dream.

"Xiaomeng! Doctor, is Xiaomeng awake? Is she okay? How is she? ”

A series of questions came out of the mouth of the woman in front of me, and I tried to see the source of the voice: it was a woman in her nearly 40s, with a tired and happy face on her face.

With a severe headache, I remembered: this middle-aged woman is my mother, a woman with a bad fate, a woman who can give everything for her daughter.

I couldn't help but cry when I thought about what I was sleeping. I opened my mouth and wanted to scream: Mom. But the sound of the vocal cords made me unsure if it was the right sound.

"Ning Meng, do you hear clearly, see how many it is?"

The doctor in the white coat communicated with me with concern while comparing a "two" with his hand. It's really the same routine!

I nodded effortlessly, and noticed that there was a loop around my neck that was hindering my movements. I could only blink my eyes to sign. I don't know if he can understand what I mean.

"If there is a reaction, there should be no big problem, let's observe it for a while."

Fortunately, he understood what I meant, comforted my mother a few words, explained something to the nurse next to him, and left.

"Xiaomeng, great, you finally woke up, I knew you would survive..."

I have the impression that my mother is a strong woman, who came out of the countryside and married an unreliable man, and was not valued because she gave birth to a girl. But she didn't give in to fate, she went to the coast to work in her early years, and later returned to her hometown to do business, supporting our dilapidated home and becoming a strong woman in the eyes of others. But a strong woman can't get rid of the eyes of the world, and she hasn't mustered up the courage to divorce my father...

"Xiaomeng, it's good for you to wake up. Whatever you want to eat, I'll buy it for you. ”

My thoughts were pulled back, and I looked at her red eyes, and my heart was also tugging. I shook my head and motioned no. I tried to pull her hand with my hand, but I couldn't do it, so I could only move my fingers slightly.

Everything in the dream is vivid, and her advice to me in the dream is still echoing in my ears. Was it a dream? Why is everything so real. Whether it's true or not, I must not allow myself to live as a person in my dreams.