After getting off the elevator and walking out of the door of the inpatient department, she looked up at the warm winter sun. Mr. Huang went to drive, and Feng Feng and Mrs. Huang stood at the door of the hospital and waited. After a while, Mrs. Huang's mobile phone rang, and she walked to a slightly cleaner place to answer the phone. Feng Feng stood alone in place, looking at the pedestrians coming and going.

The long-lost golden brilliance sprinkled on everyone who came and went, as if a faint layer of gold was plated on everyone's face.

A man hurried with a bouquet of roses in his hand, his steps were so hasty, in the sea of people, in such a shuttle of patients' family members or patients, red roses, so out of place.

He obviously didn't care about the gaze of others, he was no longer very young, his usual cold cheeks had been carved, and his soft neck, which was as brown as a young man, had become hard. However, this does not hinder his handsomeness, on the contrary, it adds weight to his handsomeness, just like adding a few more pickled peppers to a plate of delicacies full of color and aroma, which has an addictive spicy and delicious, faint, and evocative taste.

His hurried footsteps stopped at a girl at the entrance of the inpatient department. The girl wore a cream-colored coat with a black rhinestone corsage pinned to her chest. Her long hair was light, her face was pale, her eyes were dark, and both hands were in her coat pockets.

There are 5 steps between the two.

Very short distance.

She was looking at him from above, and he was looking at her from below.

I don't know how long it took for him to remember that he should go up, but she came down first, and her expression was very calm: "Ye Jia." ”

"Xiaofeng!"

He handed her the rose in his hand, and she reached out to take it, and he saw that the back of her hand was jet black, hidden in the green leaves and red flowers, a poignant contrast.

"Ye Jia, thank you."

He couldn't speak for a long time.

Her long eyelashes closed and lifted up, which made her eyes sink deeper and her face paler, and she looked anything but beautiful. But he gazed at her like a rose of the brightest colors.

"Ye Jia, I'm leaving."

He said slowly: "Xiaofeng, your body hasn't healed yet. ”

She smiled: "It's going to be fine, everything is going to be fine." ”

"Where are you going?"

"I'll go home."

Going home, where is her home?

Then, he saw her turn around, and a woman next to her walked towards her, whom he recognized as Huang Hui's mother. Mrs. Huang gave him a gentle look and nodded. This is Feng Feng's ex-husband, she knows it. Did he come to see Feng Feng?

Seeing that Feng Feng was silent, she didn't ask her, but just took Feng Feng's hand, and the two of them were like mother and daughter, slowly walking forward. There was a car parked in front of him, and it was Mr. Huang who was driving.

The two sat in the back seat together, Mr. Huang started the car, and soon, the people and cars were gone, and there was no trace.

Someone patted Ye Jia on the shoulder, he turned around and saw that it was Li Huan.

"Ye Jia, goodbye."

He didn't make a sound.

Li Huan turned around and got into the car, and Dazhong quickly drove the car away.

Ye Jia still stood in place, watching the bustling flow of people, here, it is a gathering place for the sick, a collection of unfortunate graves and weeping. Every day, a large number of people are seriously ill or die, but this does not stop the excitement of the world.

Without one person, the world would never be deserted.

It's just that if there is no such person in your life, what color will you have?