"Family, please go out?"

Pete was coldly pushed out of the operating room by the doctor, staggered back several steps, and watched in a daze as Weeks was pushed into the operating room by several white-coated doctors. Thinking back to Wicks's broken face, weakly plugged in the oxygen cylinder, the whole person felt like he had lost his soul.

At this time, there was a sound of hurried footsteps at the end of the white corridor, and Mrs. Crester and others also arrived, and "Pete" Pete came back to his senses and was about to say hello to Madame, but he saw Madame come over in three steps and two steps, and hugged himself in his arms. "Madame... You are"

"It's okay, it's okay... It's just a few pleadings that Pete has never heard, it's not the voice of his wife who is clamoring to beat him on weekdays, nor the voice of his wife who urges him to study on weekdays, just a sad cry of a mother who is worried about her children in old age, Pete feels that Mrs. can't stop trembling in his arms, she is afraid, she is afraid. The hint of crying in his voice caused Pete to shake his heartache.

Pete didn't know what to say for a moment, raised his arm, and put it down again. Finally, he hugged his wife tightly and pressed it to his chest. The usually stern lady, like a child at this time, was weakly in Pete's generous arms.

"I'm fine, I'm okay"

At that moment, Kant's face suddenly appeared in front of his eyes again, and Pete swallowed.

"I'm fine. Pete couldn't help but squeeze out a trace of tears in his eyes, and forced his voice to not let his wife hear it.

The waiting time is always long and painful. Everyone sat on chairs outside the operating room, some closed their eyes in meditation, and some kept rubbing their hands. Some people kept scratching at their hair.

"It's going to be okay, it's going to be okay"

Pete sat in his chair, fragile like a child, and kept muttering, "No, no, it's going to be fine, it should be, it's going to be okay, it's going to be okay, it's going to be okay!" Pete was pinching his thighs desperately in the chair outside to keep himself calm, but the most important person was suffering in the room behind him, maybe he would never see him again, who could calm down. I kept recalling all the things that happened to Wicks, whether it was the time when I raised my gun at Wicks four years ago, or the patient persuasion that Wicks had given him when he bailed himself out of the police station, all of which are vivid in my mind. And the face that Wicks threw himself out and shouted at him, which was probably the last face in his memory, and his heart felt as if he had been twisted by a hemp rope, and when he thought of it, he couldn't stop crying.

Pete wiped the corners of his eyes, took a deep breath, stood up, and walked down the hallway to the window, revealing that he was breathing, when Andrea came over just as he was in the bathroom.

"Pete?"

"Sister Andrea. ”

"What are you doing standing here?"

"Nothing, breathable"

"I want to breathe too," Andrea stood to Pete's right, leaning on the railing, looking out the window at the bustling buildings, towering shopping malls, and rows of cars. Close your eyes and take a deep breath.

"It's a beautiful city, isn't it?"

Pete turned his head and looked at Andrea in surprise. A little overwhelmed, I don't know why Andrea suddenly said this, but she still nodded.

The wind blew from 13 stories in the air, caressing Pete and Andrea's cheeks.

The two watched like this for a long time, and Andrea opened the silence.

"Do you know that just now, Madame's heart attack occurred again, and she was almost not rescued, but fortunately I brought medicine with me. She's been worried, afraid that something will happen to you. She is really the best mother I have ever seen, and you always make him angry, although this is a trivial matter, I don't usually tell you, not only Madame, I think you are Baylor's shadow, more than 10 years ago, because she did not prevent Baylor from going astray, it has always been a knot in Madame's heart, and many days have been made up for by constantly changing Baylor's homework, over and over again, even if the homework is not good, Mrs. has never given up. Madame didn't know in her heart that it was useless? After having you, it took Madame a long time to come out of the shadows of the past and treat you like children. Especially you, you know, Pete, who has put all his debt to Baylor on you. ”

Pete looked at Andrea in surprise.

"Madame is the harshest to all the children, and she is the most scolding to you. But it is also the child he cares about the most. I just hope you don't make trouble outside in the future, don't make her sad anymore, she's in her seventies, and she can't stand any blows. When Andrea said this, the tip of her nose also began to sour, and she couldn't control her emotions a little, so she hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand to hide the possible cry that followed.

Pete turned his head and looked at the lady who was praying for Wicks in the chair, her gray hair being torn wantonly in the air by the wind,

"Pete, you're skipping class again! See if I don't break your legs."

"You can't learn from Thomas. ”

"Don't move, it's burning so badly, I'll warm up a towel for you"

"Come, try, can you still wear the cotton clothes I sewed for you?"

"Eat everything, don't be picky, come and come"

"Hungry, Andrea?ah, no, wait, I'll help you heat up the food, you too, why did you come back so late"

I remembered the annotations that my wife had written for me with a pen, the quilt that my wife picked up for herself in the middle of the night, and the scene where my wife would take the rest of the meal to heat up and eat it by herself every time she had to finish her meal.

Pete remembered his mother who died at an early age, looking at his wife's old face, his eyes softened, "How lucky I should be to meet you"

At that moment, all kinds of emotions came to his heart, and Pete hurriedly raised his head, not wanting tears to flow, but the sourness on the tip of his nose couldn't be stopped.

"But can I turn back?" Pete looked at the ceiling in despair, the helplessness of which was probably known only to Pete himself.

The scene of being handcuffed on his hands is still vivid, how many years? 10 years, 20 years, still......Pete didn't dare to think about it.

Andrea's words made Pete blame himself even more. The feet are a little soft.

Pete's heart was hollowed out all of a sudden, and his heart seemed to be unable to beat anymore, despair slowly spread from his chest to his throat, against Pete's trachea, and it was difficult to breathe "I... What should I do?" that Pete had never felt helpless, even four years ago, when he was pointed at a gun by Weeks, maybe he had never been so helpless.

"Squeak-" The operating door opened, Pete turned around, and the doctors came out one after another, and saw them slowly uncovering their masks "How is it, how is it" Alyssa rushed forward and asked, and the doctor smiled on his face "It's over the danger period for the time being." Alyssa clasped her hands in front of her forehead, closed her eyes, and bowed a few times, "Thank God, thank God." ”

No one knew that at that glance, Pete's heart was alienated.

When the time came in the evening, the first hospital in Degus was empty. There are dim lights flickering in the hallway, reflecting on the smooth white tiles, echoing the sky outside the window as if it has been splashed with ink, which is particularly eerie.

"Squeak-" Wicks' room door slowly pushed open, and a dark figure walked in to Wicks' bed.

There was a man wrapped in bandages on the bed, with an oxygen tube in his mouth, and in the dimly lit room, only the electrocardiogram on the display screen flickered a little.

I saw this black shadow and slowly raised the knife in my hand.

At this moment, a gust of wind suddenly blew outside the window, blowing the curtains whirring.

"He's the only one who knows that you've killed someone, so that no one knows that you've killed someone, so that you can stay with your wife all the time." ”

"Uncle Wicks, you take care of you so much on weekdays, and you still want it now?"

"Didn't he have you handcuffed in the first place!"

"That being said, you really can do it!"

"You can't bear to see your wife take you to the police station, the court, and sentence! He has already lost his son, do you want her to lose you too! Press the knife down, and there will be nothing!"

I remembered what Andrea had said to herself.

"She can't stand any blows anymore"

"Press it and no one will know"

"No, no, no! There must be another way."

"Four years ago, didn't you just want to kill him! He was originally a man with blood on his hands, and you were just doing the right thing for heaven."

"Ahh Madame's kind face kept popping up in front of Pete's eyes, "You know what happens if you get arrested. Madame's current physical condition, must be unbearable" At this time, Pete had hallucinated, she seemed to see Madame saying to herself, "Pete, I beg you, kill him, kill him, I can't lose you anymore" Every word of the voice broke Pete's heart.

"Kill him"

"Kill him"

"Kill him"

The knife in Pete's hand trembled up and down for a long time,

"Ahh

"Huhuhuhu" Pete gasped vigorously, put the knife back, his legs weakened, "Dong" suddenly knelt on the ground, held his head, and sobbed, "Woo woo" What a bone-chilling scream, what a desperate prayer. Why does a teenager have to go through such a choice, the ward is empty, only the sound of sobs echoes back and forth, each sound is so sad and moving, the clock on the wall turns around and around, for a long time, Pete finally supported himself and held on to the wall, and walked out slowly and tremblingly.

After a long time, the curtain of the ward was suddenly lifted, and a person came out from behind the curtain. It was none other than Police Chief Bledsoe.

"What will the seed you planted look like?"

Then he dragged a chair over and sat on it.

"Hey, Wicks. It's time for you to find a wife to take care of you, too. ”

Wicks' electrocardiogram was still as dark as ever, flickering "dripping".