Rewind to a month ago, when summer wasn't so noticeable, especially in Beicheng, where the sun went down and the temperature was even a little chilly.

In a small two-story bungalow far from the central city, a woman in a white coat walked out of the back room slowly, and stood under a tree in the courtyard, her expression a little solemn, as if she was thinking about something. Just as she was a little distracted, the shou ji in her pocket suddenly sounded, pulling her thoughts back.

The woman glanced at the caller ID, and without much surprise, she swiped to answer.

"How is she?" Over there, the man's clear voice was deliberately lowered, as if it was not convenient for him to talk about this diàn huà.

The woman confessed: "She has just had an induced labor operation, and the incision is open and infected, and I have already helped her deal with it." The other injuries on the body are skin trauma, there is no major problem, rubbing medicine several times a day, it can be healed in about half a month. ”

Without waiting for the man to speak, she continued: "The most troublesome thing is the wound on her face, I guess it should be cut with glass shards or something, although it is not very deep, but there is no way to completely eliminate the marks by medicine alone, at least you have to go to the plastic surgery hospital for a scar removal operation." ”

The man was silent for a moment, and then asked, "Is she awake?" ”

The woman answered this question a little strangely: "You can say that you are awake, or you can say that you are not awake." ”

The man frowned: "What do you say?" ”

"It's hard to say, just take a look at it yourself."

The woman is an excellent doctor of both medicine and surgery, no matter what the injury, even if she can't treat it, she can see the reason, but at this time, the patient lying in her house, she really doesn't know how to describe it. From a professional point of view, she gave a suggestion to men: "When you come, bring a psychiatrist or psychologist, maybe it will be useful." ”

After hanging up the diàn huà, the woman walked back to the small bungalow, and deliberately went to the guest room on the second floor to take a look at the patient, and she still maintained the posture she had put when she helped her change her clothes, without any change. Remembering her reaction when she opened her eyes just now, the woman shook her head slightly, closed the door and left.

……

The door was pushed open again in the early hours of the next morning, the sky was still fully lit, the whole small bungalow was quiet inside and out, the smell of Chinese medicine floated in the house, and after someone entered the house, they walked straight in the direction of the bed.

The window at the head of the bed was not closed, and a wisp of wind blew the curtains on the face of the woman on the bed.

He saw that her left hand was exposed outside the quilt, and the five originally round and full nails were all cut in half, like a few rugged wild mountains in the suburbs.

He half-crouched down beside the bed, silently, his eyes moving from her fingers to hers, she was covered with a thin blanket, and she couldn't see the scars underneath, but he was sure that she was thinner than before. Further up, is her pale face, her eyebrows and eyes are extremely good, Rao is asleep at the moment, and she also has a sickly beauty.

He remembered that when he pulled her into the helicopter that day, her face was dripping with blood, as if she had just crawled back from hell, and she collapsed weakly in his arms, unable to even feel her temperature.

He slowly held her hand, the tip of his thumb gently rubbed her nails, there was a slight tingling, he looked back at her face again, the dark eyes were completely dark and dark, they were all extremely gentle lingering light, little by little, wrapped her.

"South Wind ......" he gently pushed these two words between his lips and teeth, for no reason, with a restrictive taste.

The hand moved suddenly, as if feeling something, and the closed eyes slowly opened.

The man immediately looked over and wanted to call her, but found that there was no color in her eyes, they were jet black, hollow and godless, and he seemed to fix his gaze on the roof.

Like a soulless puppet, Nanfeng lay there silent, reacting to nothing other than the occasional instinctive wink. The man was stunned, and immediately, his nerves tensed into strings, and he didn't say anything for a while.

This silence lasted for about two or three minutes, and Nanfeng finally had the second movement after waking up, she tilted her head slightly, and fell that empty gaze on the man's body, and his figure was reflected in her pupils, without any fluctuations, and she stared at him like this for a long time.

Only then did the man understand what it meant to be 'awake or not', and his brows furrowed fiercely.

"She's very sluggish, very sluggish, but she doesn't have any damage to her nerves, which means that she's going to be like this now, not physically, but mentally." A woman's voice came from the door, and she leaned against the door and said, "I guess it must be that she has been stimulated too much before, which makes her subconsciously resist the world, and instinctively open a kind of self-protection." ”

"She's awake now, but her soul is asleep."

…… No wonder she asked him to find a psychiatrist.

The man closed his eyes, exhaled slowly, and then got up and walked out.

The woman looked at the back of him leaving for a while, and then looked back at the bed, Nanfeng straightened his head again, his face was expressionless, and his expression was blank.

I thought that the man would not return until at least the evening, but I didn't expect him to come back two hours later.

He also took two psychiatrists and went directly to Nanfeng's room. Nanfeng was awake, and she had maintained the same posture and expression for two hours.

Leaving space for the doctor, the man walked out into the hallway, his brow furrowed with uneven folds, and the intertwined emotions turned into ripples that rippled silently in the depths of his eyes.

The woman walked over, and the man whispered, "Wen Mu, you say, will she be okay?" ”

The woman's eyes flashed as 'Wen Mu', and his tone ...... After closing her eyes, she glanced at the situation in the room behind her, the psychiatrist was counseling Nanfeng, but Nanfeng, who was sitting at the head of the bed, rarely reacted, and even the psychiatrist shook his head helplessly.

She pondered: "If the body is injured, it will be fine sooner or later if you take medicine, but the psychological problem is different, it is an invisible disease, looking at her now, I am afraid that her will has been completely crushed and crushed." You should also understand that there is such a thing as will, just like the armor of a general, under the armor is flesh and blood, and after the armor is pierced, no matter how invincible the general is, he will die. ”

"Usually the stronger the person, the stronger the armor, but if one day, this armor is broken, it must be enough to destroy her whole person."

The fingers on the railing clenched silently, and the man asked in a deep voice, "What will happen to her in the long run?" ”

Wen Mu smiled without a smile: "What else?" Grief is greater than heart death, she has given up on herself. ”

"I'd rather die than live."

Later, the psychiatrist also said the same thing to Wen Mu, and the man closed his eyes to cover the gradually diffusing depression, but he quickly opened it again, and it became decisive and determined: "She will be fine." ”

She's going to be fine.

……

Later, the man came to accompany Nanfeng every day.

The first day brought a set of manicure tools and clumsily and carefully trimmed her ten fingers into smooth semicircles.

The next day she brought a book and finished reading a copy of "The Old Man and the Sea" in her ear.

On the third day, the wound on her face was a little red, it should be about to scar, he guessed that her wound was itching, so he used a soft cotton swab to gently scrape the skin near the wound.

……

Nearly a week has passed, and the south wind has remained the same.

……

The man invited the famous American psychologist DRE, and cooperated with Wen Mu to guide Nanfeng out of the cage she had built for herself step by step.

But the treatment effect is not significant, even DRE feels incredible, he has never met a patient who buried himself so deeply, he carefully asked Nanfeng what he had done, analyzed her psychology, constantly changed the treatment plan, and even tried hypnosis, but it was useless.

A month passed, the south wind not only did not get better, but even became more and more bad, which was manifested in the fact that the time she was awake became shorter and shorter, at first she would open her eyes at five o'clock every day, and gradually, it became six, seven, and eight o'clock...... Until now, she doesn't wake up until late afternoon every day.

Her waking hours are shortening, giving the impression that her life is also shortening.

As Wen Mu said, she gave up on herself and begged for death.

……

One day, Wen Mu made a suggestion with the mentality of trying: "Why don't you change places?" Maybe the environment is different, and she will react differently? ”

So that night, the man went to Los Angeles with the south wind.

The man has his own house in Los Angeles, located in the bustling city center, and he goes out for a walk every day in a wheelchair pushing the south wind, telling her about the customs and interesting anecdotes. Naturally, the south wind never responded, and sometimes fell asleep suddenly.

Just like now, the man pushed her for a walk under the tree, telling the history of Plaza Santa Monica by the beach, and the evening sunset light was soft, and the wisps of light pierced through the branches and leaves, forming a dappled light and shadow on her dark blue dress, sparkling like a starry sky enveloping her.

He looked down at her and saw that her eyes had closed at some point, and her drooping eyelashes were long and dense.

The man smiled helplessly, bent down to take out a thin blanket from the storage bag behind the wheelchair, and just wanted to cover her body, but saw a snow-white pigeon perched on her lap.

There is a flock of pigeons in the square, which is raised by the caretaker, not afraid of people, and lands on the square every evening, and some children like to chase the pigeons, and they are so frightened that they fly into the air, and this pigeon is chased by people, and they will fly to the south wind in a panic.

At this time, another white dove also flew over, flapping its wings in front of the south wind.

A little girl pointed to the south wind, opened her eyes wide, and said in a milky voice, "The pigeon likes this sister so much." ”

The dove, which was flying in mid-air, also landed and rested on the shoulders of the south wind, and her skirt was sleeveless, so where the dove stepped on was her skin.

The man raised his eyebrows, fearing that the dove's claws would scratch her, and he lifted his hand to drive away the pigeon on her shoulder, and the one on her knee to fly.

When he raised his head, he was surprised to find that Nanfeng had opened his eyes.

Once she closes her eyes, she usually sleeps until the next day, but this is the first time she wakes up after she sleeps.

Thinking that the pigeon had scratched her, he immediately crouched down in front of her and asked softly, "Does it hurt?" ”

Nanfeng didn't answer him, but lowered his eyes and looked at the knee that had been stopped by the pigeon, and there was no emotion in his face.

The man didn't ask anymore, guessing that if it was scratched, it should be the one that stopped on her shoulder just now, so he held the wheelchair armrest with one hand, leaned over, brushed her long hair draped over her shoulder, and looked carefully.

Luckily, there were no scars.

Just as he was about to turn around, a woman's voice suddenly sounded in his ears, faint and low: "Who are you?" ”

She hadn't opened her mouth for more than a month, when she suddenly heard her voice, and the man reflexively turned his head away to look at her, and now their faces were close together, and each other's breaths were entangled with each other, and he could smell the faint smell of orange blossom on her body—it was the calming essential oil that Dre ordered every day before he began to heal her, and over time, the fragrance of flowers also stained her body.

After the stunned, the man stretched out his folds, his eyebrows and eyes were so gentle, and his lips turned into a smile.

"My name is Li Nanyan," he picked up her hand and wrote her name on the palm of her hand with his fingertips, "Nan' of the south wind, 'Yan' next to the pair, Li Nanyan." ”

Three or five mischievous children suddenly rushed to the square, startled by the white doves flying behind him.

Nanfeng's gaze was on him, and he couldn't take it off.

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