In the bed by the window of the ward, there was a little girl with chubby cheeks and bright eyes. Aunt Wang was hospitalized with a leg injury, and her legs were placed on the bed during the day, and the little girl's hair was combed and braided, and two willow-like braids were braided. Sister Chen talked to the little girl when she was fine, and said, "Little baby, braids look better with braids, like a little princess." The people in the same ward bought her a lot of plush toys and piled them all over her bed.

The person in the same ward asked, "What's your name?" ”

"Little Song."

"Do you listen to nursery rhymes?" But I didn't ask her if she watched cartoons.

Xiao Song fumbled around a stuffed bear, his eyes did not roll, and he nodded his head.

Someone else asked her, "What do you like to eat?" "What do you like to play?" "That flower is fragrant, can you smell it, do you smell it?" ……

But they didn't dare to ask her about it.

It is known that when Xiao Song was sent in, his parents were gone in the fire. For many reasons, she did not leave any legacy. It takes a lot of money to heal the eyes blinded by smoke, and there is no way to live in the future.

Xiao Song is obedient, and he doesn't ask anything, which is both reassuring and worrying.

On this day, Xiao Song was led by the nurse to take a walk in the garden outside the hospital. She didn't seem to figure out what was going on, and she believed that someone would come and heal her eyes. Although she was small, she was very strong, and she plucked small blades of grass as usual, and put them between her lips and blew them.

The nurse explained things to a passing colleague, and didn't pay attention to her for a while. The old people in the garden saw that she was lovely and gave her two big apples.

The old people sat around the flower beds basking in the sun and chatting:

"It was a great day! I heard that seven fire trucks went. ”

"Did you really go to seven?"

"Someone in my family is in the fire brigade, don't you believe it?"

"And what happened?"

Another said, "Whew! The two adults are gone. ”

"Is this true?"

"I saw it with my own eyes! I went to that building to have a drink with an old friend that day, and my arm was smashed by a broken beam. ”

Everyone sighed. "What about the kid?"

"The child doesn't know, maybe he can be saved later."

Xiao Song took the small blade of grass and listened intentionally or unintentionally. At this point, people seem to stop saying anything, and instead talk about parental shortcomings. She thought to herself, what are the seven fire trucks going to do?

She held on to the flower bed and plucked many blades of grass as she walked away. Listen to the bees flapping their wings, and the wind sweeping through the pool, bringing the sound of bells and water. When the people saw her go away, they continued to talk something.

In the midst of the gossip, a faint burst of light and moving music sounded.

Follow the sound.

A piano sits in a glass room in the center of the flower bed, where a fair-skinned woman sits and strokes the piano. The tinkling of the keys flowed from her fingertips.

Xiao Song was shocked by the sound of the piano for a while, forgetting that his eyes could not see, and he felt that he was carried by the sound of the qin, and his body flew up lightly, flying higher and higher, and he plunged into the clouds. The soft clouds helped her get a good night's sleep.

Suddenly, she woke up from her imagination. I faintly remembered the old man's words in my heart:

"The two adults are gone, and the children don't know ......" Xiao Song thought, whose family is this? But for no reason, I was a little panicked, and I was defenseless for a while, and I tripped over the steps under my feet and threw myself on the ground.

The woman stopped, got up and walked over to her, reaching out to help her.

Xiao Song was held by the hand that played the piano, and felt that this hand was slender and a little cold. She got up from the ground, and a small blade of grass fell on her nose, itching so much that she reached out and scratched it, but she couldn't catch it.

The woman bent down and gently raised her hand to remove the blades of grass from her face, and at this time, it was seen that she could not see.

"What's your name?"

Xiao Song thought, who is she? The little face was red, and he felt that it was a shame to have just thrown himself on the ground, so he said, "I don't know." ”

"Where's Mom and Dad?"

Xiao Song wrinkled his nose and said softly, "I won't tell you." ”

But he asked:

"Who are you?"

The woman looked at her and said, "My name is Han Song." ”

……

Back in the ward, an elderly man from the city's aid station, Tong Xiaosong's attending doctor, was standing by the window waiting. The elder had already arrived at the hospital, and because he didn't dare to let Xiao Song listen, he asked the nurse to take Xiao Song out to play. The two of them had just talked about her situation while she was not in the room.

The child's life is fine, but his eyes are tricky. The doctor is benevolent, but the hospital has a rule that you must pay before you operate. The elderly are unable to pay for the operation for a while. The two sighed in the cool breeze by the window.

Xiao Song entered the door and stood there, his face flushed, and his eyes shining brightly.

When the old man saw the little child, his heart softened, and he stepped forward and gently touched Xiao Song's little face, and said, "Good boy, I am a friend of your parents, and your parents can't come back now, so Uncle Toll will take care of you." ”

Xiao Song looked a little ashamed and nodded obediently. Although she heard her uncle say this, she still felt flustered for no reason when she remembered the words of the old people, and leaned on the railing of the adjacent bed, walked back to her small bed, took off her shoes and climbed up. There are stuffed animals piled all over the bed. She cuddled a stuffed bear into her arms around the corner of the bed.

The older man was timidly at a loss for what to say, when he remembered that there was another volunteer with him, and just then, the volunteer appeared at the door. He seemed to have found a way to make himself less embarrassed, and said to Xiao Song, "Son, I asked this sister to accompany you. If you have any problems, tell your sister. ”

The volunteer nodded to him, walked to the bedside, and gently held Xiao Song with a slender hand.

Xiao Song didn't know who this person was, but he felt that this hand made him feel at ease.

The elder looked at Xiao Song's appearance, relieved, and said:

"Han Song, you stay."

This volunteer is the one who played the piano just now. Xiao Song's heart pounded in his chest, and for a moment something choked in his throat, unable to make a sound, and his face was red.

Han Song didn't speak, because he didn't know Xiao Song just now, and he was ashamed to ask Xiao Song's parents rashly. She wanted to say something, to reveal what happened just now, but before she could speak, Xiao Song spoke first:

"Sister Han Song, the song you play is so good."

Xiao Song didn't seem to think so much about where his parents were, but he clenched Han Song's hand very tightly.

Han Song felt pain in his heart for some reason, raised his hand to brush the scattered hair on Xiao Song's forehead, and then, facing the wind by the window, opened his lips and sang, the song was light and melodious, making the ward quiet......

The little girl listened to the music in her ears, and sometimes there was a dark night in her eyes, and sometimes there was another kind of color. In this imagination, daylight is offset. Before I knew it, the sky was darkening and brightening again.

In the early morning, the wind carries the fragrance of rain and dew.

Aunt Wang picked up the wooden comb and called Xiao Song to sit on the edge of her bed. Xiao Song experienced a night of dreams, at this time felt the tenderness of the comb sliding through the hair, and his heart touched the electricity, as if he had picked up a precious treasure, and suddenly he couldn't comb his hair, so he took Aunt Wang's wooden comb and ran out of the ward.

This kind of look, Aunt Wang saw it in her eyes, but she couldn't figure it out, and called out to her: "Xiao Song, where are you going?" You can't see it, come back, come back quickly......"

Children are lively by nature, and adults can't be restrained, so Han Song is responsible for accompanying them after all.

Xiao Song ran into the garden, sat at the foot of the steps of the glass house, his little hands, while grabbing his hair, combing with a wooden comb, and softly humming a nursery rhyme in his mouth. She seemed to be immersed in some imagination, so happy, so satisfied.

Han Song looked at her from the side, and did not bother.

Xiao Song said: "Sister Han Song, you play the piano!" ”

Han Song walked up the steps, entered the glass room, and sat down in front of the piano, with a clear key sound flowing from his fingers. I played one song after another, and then I played it again and again, and I played it again and again.

Xiao Song sat at the bottom of the steps, and to the sound of the piano, his little hands braided his black hair into fine braids.

Every day, Han Song plays the piano, and Xiao Song sits at the foot of the steps to play. The faint panic seemed to be hidden in the cracks of the day, and it did not affect the little girl's happiness during the day.

On this day, a mother brought her child to the hospital for cough treatment. Coming out of the building, I put the child by the flower bed, asked Han Song to take care of it, and prepared to cross the street to the pharmacy to queue up to buy medicine.

The child was as old as Xiao Song, and his clothes were embroidered with many little golden bells, and the bells rang when he walked.

Xiao Song is picking small wild chrysanthemums in the flower bed. The mother praised Xiao Song for her cuteness and asked the two of them to be playmates. Xiao Song listened attentively to the bell on her body, felt interesting, and felt a little envious in her heart.

The child suddenly grabbed his mother's hand, pointed to the huge black piano beside Han Song, and said, "Mom, I want this!" ”

The mother said: "Ruan Ruan, don't make trouble, this piano is worth a lot of money!" ”

The mother and daughter quarreled, and the mother crossed the street to line up.

Xiao Song listened to the child's delicate voice, and her heart was slightly touched, but she was obedient and still played with this child.

At this time, the nurse in the same ward came over and talked to Han Song.

Xiao Song was picking Xiao Ye Ju, and at the same time, he couldn't help but think about the child next to him, how he was coquettish to his mother just now, and how he stomped his feet and rang the golden bell to provoke his mother's love.

In the glass room, Han Song couldn't care about the small song outside for a while. The nurse was telling her about the various things that Xiao Song needed to pay attention to when taking medication recently.

Han Song remembered what should be remembered, put his arm around the nurse sister's arm, smiled, and asked, "Xiao Song's eyes, it's time for surgery, right?" ”

The nurse shook Han Song's hand softly, calmly. That's a tact.

Han Song was surprised in his heart, and hurriedly asked, "Don't hide it from me." Is it incurable? ”

The nurse's face was not without sadness, but she still comforted Han Song and said, "You and I have done everything we should do." But you have to be mentally prepared, not every disease in the world has medicine to be cured, money to cure, isn't there too many such people? Xiao Song, this child is strong, God closes a door for her, and will open a window for her, even if her current best treatment period passes, she may not be able to meet a good person in the future, maybe ...... Maybe there will be a chance in the future. ”

Han Song was hit with a hammer, and his face showed a faint sadness helplessly.

She saw off the nurse and stood on the steps. Xiao Song and the child were playing with Xiao Ye Ju in their hands. She wanted to talk to Xiao Song, but she didn't know what to say.

The mother came back from buying medicine, and at the same time brought back some candy cubes, peeled off the candy wrappers and gave them to the child. Because of her motherhood, she couldn't bear Xiao Song to be alone, so she also peeled one for Xiao Song and stuffed it into her mouth. The two of them left.

Xiao Song froze towards the place where the mother and daughter left.

Han Song called her: "Xiao Song." ”

Xiao Song did not agree.

Han Song walked in front of her, but saw that Xiao Song had sugar in his mouth, his eyes were already teary, his little hand loosened his skirt, and he scattered on the ground with Xiao Ye Ju in his arms.

In the evening, Han Song saw Xiao Song fall asleep, went to the garden alone, and entered the glass house. At this time, the hospital building was lit with vigil lights, and many people came and went at the door. It happened that Xiao Song's attending doctor was on night shift, and when he saw her when he walked into the building, he knew that she couldn't be relaxed, so he stood at the bottom of the stairs and said a few words to her.

"Han Song, will you also be worried about what song to play tomorrow?" The doctor, who was the same age as the elder at the aid station, had seen a lot of things, and now half-jokingly inquired about Han Song.

Han Song's hand slowly stroked the lid. "No matter how many tunes I play, I can't make her really happy."

The doctor sighed softly and comforted, "Xiao Song, she will be a blessed child." ”

Han Song didn't answer.

"Let's go back. Everyone deserves his own destiny. The doctor half-jokingly persuaded her: "Could it be that you can still sell this piano to cure her eyes?" That's a joke. ”

"What if I'm really willing to do that?"

The doctor looked at her and didn't understand what it meant: "Han Song, are you joking, or are you serious?" ”

……

The nurse prepares Xiao Song for the pre-operation early in the morning.

Xiao Song was lying on the bed that was about to be pushed into the ward, there was a sunny spot on the pillow, she vaguely noticed some light, stretched out her hand to the sun, her palms were warm, and her heart was slightly nervous. She opened her mouth and called Han Song: "Sister Han Song, I'm a little scared." ”

Han Song held Xiao Song's hand with his own hand and said with a smile: "Don't be afraid, things that should be good will always be good." ”

Xiao Song felt the hand and felt relieved.

She pulled Han Song to lean over, and gently reached out to touch Han Song's face little by little.

……

The surgery went well, and two weeks later, Xiao Song's vision slowly recovered.

That morning, she was woken up by the sound of birds outside her window, and when she opened her eyes, she saw a cluster of creepers reaching out of the window. The green leaves are still covered with dew. Everything tastes new and cheerful.

Han Song walked in from the door, and saw the little girl stretching out her finger to play with dew.

Xiao Song turned around, also saw Han Song, and quickly got out of bed and ran over and pounced on her.

"Sister Han Song! I can see it! ”

Her eyes blinked twice as she looked up at Han Song's appearance. Han Song had a fair and pretty face, with a faint expression, and the corners of his mouth were implicitly gentle.

Han Song saw that Xiao Song's eyes were shining with joy, and the joy in his heart was indescribable, and he didn't say anything.

Xiao Song took her hand with anticipation and said, "Sister, sister, you play the piano for me." ”

Han Song squatted down, touched Xiao Song's little face with a smile, and said softly, "Uncle is here to pick you up today." My sister is coming home too. ”

Xiao Songna looked at Han Song.

The little girl felt a little reluctant in her heart, and firmly remembered the appearance of the person in front of her.

In the days to come, I am afraid that she will never forget this nightmarish night.

However, what I can't forget as much as the night is the "cold song" that appeared in the night......