"Both of them are in suspended animation now?" Seven rooms.

"I don't know, if I tell you that I'm talking nonsense, just to deceive Mo Yu's girl, do you believe it?" Hongliang.

San Qian and Zhu Beichen have been removed from the coffin and are lying on the bamboo bed. Winter nights are chilly, and the bamboo bed is covered with a thick cotton mattress.

They lay peacefully on the bamboo beds, their faces pale and pale, and their chests did not rise or fall in the slightest. Seven rooms are wary of Sanqianbao, and no matter how different their cultural perceptions are, they all understand what the red coffin actually represents. The fire in Wushan was extraordinary, from midnight to six o'clock the next day, a full six-hour fire.

The billowing smoke and dust dissipated, and under the blazing temperature, the grass and trees of Wushan were still so verdant, as if the fire was only to destroy or cover up some things, it was not to destroy the entire Wushan.

Han Qingxin's performance was very abnormal, she no longer smiled, no longer talked, just silently held Zhu Beichen's hand, tears falling down. Han Qingxin was sure that Zhu Beichen was dead, she was a doctor herself, and she understood what fake death was.

Because of the lack of oxygen in the brain, people who fake their deaths outwardly manifest their breathing and heartbeat as extremely weak, and sometimes even sophisticated instruments cannot distinguish between fake death and real death.

However, it can be identified by simple techniques, such as pressing the patient's eyeball with a finger, the pupil is deformed, and the pupil can recover after releasing the finger, indicating that the patient is not dead; Use a thin chicken feather to place in front of the patient's nostrils if the feathers flutter; Or use soap foam to rub it on the patient's nostrils, if the bubbles change, it means that the patient is breathing; Tie the patient's finger with a rope, if the finger tip is bruised and swollen, it means that the patient has blood circulation.

Han Qingxin has already tried these methods, she is an expert in medicine, not equivalent to a witch Gu power like Hongliang, her method may be more scientific.

Perhaps the big boy who had impressed her had really died this time, his vital signs had completely disappeared, leaving only a shell, and in a few hours, the spots on his body that should have appeared, corpse spots that represented the marks of death.

At night, Han Qingxin thought she was asleep, the oil lamp in the room went out, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes. A blurry image appeared in front of her bed, but she didn't open her eyes, she just felt that he was there, just standing there quietly. Maybe he just wants to be with him quietly for a while, and then he will turn away.

He was stroking Han Qingxin's face, he touched the tears on her face, if the palm of his hand had a sense of taste, the tears should be salty. The corners of his mouth quivered, and what did he want to say?

Han Qingxin's eyelashes blinked slightly in her sleep, and another tear swirled in her eyes.

"From now on, please don't be sad, I owe you, but now I'm dead."

Her facial muscles twitched a few times in a dream, she could hear it, she wanted to respond, but she found that she couldn't speak, her limbs couldn't respond to her brain's instructions.

"If one day, I really come back to life, it's not really me!"

Will he come back to life, Han Qingxin is looking forward to it, but what is he telling himself now, if one day, I really come back to life, please believe it, it is not me.

Han Qingxin cried instantly, if she was crying silently before, now she is crying in the bottom of her heart.

The blurred figure in his sleep only said two words to himself, and then there was no third sentence, he turned around and was about to leave, Han Qingxin wanted to keep him, but his body and limbs couldn't move, and even his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them.

In the end, she could only see a hazy back, sneaking into the darkness and going straight through the door.

The loneliness and sorrow of parting almost occupy the heart of this strong woman, if it is a dream, it is indeed a real dream from the senses, and the dream and reality almost overlap, making it impossible to distinguish.

The tears in the corners of the eyes are warm. So much so that in the next two years, she always felt that the man next to her was both strange and familiar, maybe the familiar was just a shell, and the soul was no longer there two years ago.

Life is such a fragile thing!

……

The sky was bright, and Han Qingxin found that he was not lying in bed, everything was just a dream, but it was so real! She guarded the man, or maybe just a corpse, all night.

She held his hand, clinging to her fair face, the tears in the corners of her eyes soaked the palms of the two of them, and the tears were still there!

If one day, I really come back to life! But his signs of being a creature have disappeared.

That's not really me! She immediately remembered this sentence, every sentence in the dream was clear in her ears, she hoped that Zhu Beichen would come back to life, but she was afraid that he would really come back to life.

The morning light on the top of the mountain has not yet reached the Heishui River, and it has not yet penetrated into the house in this bamboo building. Han Qingxin clearly felt that in his palm, there was a life awakening.

The most intuitive manifestation of the revival of the human sensory mind is the fluttering of the eyelashes and the slight curling and stretching of the fingers. This process is slow, but it represents a person's awakening from a deep sleep.

She was immediately in a good mood, smiling with tears in her eyes, and the strength of her palms unconsciously increased.

If there is a day when I really come back to life, it will not be me from time to time!

The emotions in Han Qingxin's heart were entangled, and there was a sense of vigilance in her eyes. This is a sign that may not be confirmed until a few years later. This man who has risen from the dead will lead her, or them, to a point of no return.

"It's noisy, you can't sleep quietly and quietly, women are really an annoying species."

On the bamboo bed, on the thick cotton-bottomed cushion, the corpse suddenly spoke.

A familiar voice, a green and slightly quiet expression, sleepy eyes. The composition of words and sentences is the same as when he was alive, this is Zhu Beichen's consistent speaking style.

It's really him, he's not dead, he's alive again! There was an indescribable weirdness in the room.

Written in this chapter, friends can imagine such a picture, ten years ago a familiar friend suddenly went to a distant place, he or she is no longer in this world, everything we have done in the past is worth cherishing the passing years, and in the end I believe that what we are left behind is only mourning.

In the next few years, we have begun to gradually forget his or her voice and smile in our memory. But, if one day, he or she suddenly comes back and suddenly appears in front of us. The clothes are still the style of ten years ago, and the once smiling voice and scenes are clearly emerging in front of us again.

And you, will you believe that this is still him, will it still be the person who left the other place ten years ago, blocking time and distance, will you still choose to believe in this person completely and unreservedly?

Behind the joy is deep thinking!

This is Han Qingxin's mood now!

(After writing this chapter, I realized that my heart was heavy, I am used to writing tragedy, but I am afraid of tragedy, and life is sometimes really contradictory.) Ask for some collections and recommendations, and ask for comfort! ）