Chapter 95 Visiting ([-])
Compared with the bright sunshine outside, the light in the room is much softer. The whole floor-to-ceiling windows look out to green trees and grass, next to the are two chairs in front of the window, separated by a small the chair on the right, a man in white single-clothes was reclining on it, with his head turned outward, and it was impossible to tell whether he was asleep or awake.
The door was not closed tightly, Yi Nan stood near the door, cleared his throat, and called anxiously, "Zhiyuan."
There was no movement.
Yi Nan waited anxiously, Feng Yi's warning popped into her mind unexpectedly, she clenched her hands subconsciously, not knowing what kind of scene would greet her.
"Come and sit." He said without warning, and at the same time sat up.
She still had a delicate and pale complexion, but her expression was somewhat indifferent, her beautiful eyes were full of emptiness, so the smile on her lips looked extraordinarily stood there with his hands on the back of the chair, looked at Yi Nan who was still not moving, and teased, "What? You don't know me anymore? You're still afraid of me!"
It was not easy to meet Yinan in this kind of place, but fortunately, the beauty of the environment concealed his special status pursed her lips, stepped over, and stood in front of him.
"Aren't you worried about your personal safety?" He put his hands behind his back and stared at her who was within reach with a smile, but there was a cluster of fierce flames looming in his eyes.
Yinan greeted him peacefully, trying to restrain the nervousness of courage in his heart, and smiled, "The Xu Zhiyuan I know is kind to others, and has always been good to me. What should I worry about?"
He stared fixedly at her, but the flames in his eyes were extinguished suddenly, and his eyes quickly dimmed, "I once thought about killing you, aren't you afraid?" He said, and buried himself back in the chair.
Yi Nan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but still didn't dare to be careless, carefully sat down on the chair opposite him, stared into his lifeless eyes, and said slowly: "Everyone is confused sometimes." She then whispered, "I've had it too, just wake up."
He snorted softly, "The feeling of waking up is even worse, I have nothing." He closed his eyes, his expression was lonely, but he was no longer so angry, and said sleepily: "Actually, I could have been discharged from the hospital a long time ago, but I don't want to Go home. In fact, I don’t have a home either. Staying here, at least I can help my brother spend a little bit, he made too much money this time.” He laughed very badly, the kind of person who was completely knocked down to the ground. Yi Nan couldn't bear to see the helpless smile without the ability to resist, turned his face away, and looked at the beautiful scenery outside the window, but felt that it was no longer as beautiful as it was when he came couldn't help but think that although the environment here is good, Zhiyuan may not be able to appreciate it, and all the scenery can only be tasted in a happy mood.
"I heard, are you still painting?" She tried to pick up light topics to talk about.
"Just to pass the time." He still looked lazy.
"Why don't you go out for a walk? I remember you used to like sketching very much."
"It's the same everywhere, everyone treats me like a lunatic now, except you." He turned his head and smiled sadly at Yi Nan, "I didn't expect you to come to see me, I thought...you knew the truth would hate me."
Yi Nan sighed softly, "There is nothing to hate. Everything in this world follows a cause and effect. I don't want to live with hatred in my heart."
Zhiyuan turned his head back, feeling lost and speechless. After a while, he sighed, "You haven't changed." He suddenly became agitated, "However, if you were in my seat, maybe you wouldn't be so free and easy. I'm a down-to-earth Those who fail don't even have to ask for death, and every time they are forced back, they will only feel deeper pain." He frowned, and the center of his brows trembled slightly.
Yi Nan was very sad when he heard this, and after a long silence, he said softly: "I know you are a person with ideas, why don't you try to start again? Maybe, if you take another step forward, you can go on smoothly. "
He laughed silently, as if mocking her childishness.
Yi Nan slowly took out a card that was kept quite flat from the handbag she carried, put it on the table, and pushed it along the smooth table until it completely entered Zhiyuan's field of vision.
The way he stared at it was completely foreign.
"Do you still remember it?" She asked, "You used to sketch it on extra drawing paper. I used it as a bookmark and kept it."
He raised his hand and picked up the card in his hand. Every stroke on the picture was written by him, but his memory is so vague that he no longer remembers how he drew turned the card over, and saw his flamboyant signature and the year, month, and day marked by Yi Nan, and there was a column of newly added characters in the upper right corner, in delicate handwriting and powerful.
"Beyond the mountain is the sea." He recited silently, thoughtfully.
"This is the name I gave it. I like the artistic conception in this painting very much. When I feel depressed, I say to myself, hold on, and take two steps forward, and I can turn over this mountain. You can see the sea and the sky high.”
He looked up at her, and his memory began to revive, "Maybe what he saw was not the vastness of the sea and the sky, but the boundless sea of suffering."
The factors engraved in the character can always stubbornly control people's thinking to go on the path it many years, the two of them still have two completely different attitudes. Her optimism is as deep-rooted as his pessimism.
However, at this moment, the two people facing each other suddenly felt a bit of vicissitudes because of this similar conversation. They looked at each other, as if reading the familiar self and those happy and pure green years in each other's eyes, they couldn't help feeling smile heartily.
Yi Nan's smile is warm, just like the moment when we first met, the cloud and the wind were breezy. This ray of warmth may not be enough to dispel the heavy haze in Xu Zhiyuan's heart, but it can still bring out the good side of his eyes gradually became alive, and he couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was, as if a hot object was arching back and forth in his chest, giving birth to several new felt—as if alive again.
Yi Nan walked out of the room with a warm smile. Outside the door was Nurse Jiang who was waiting anxiously. When she saw her expression, she was overjoyed immediately, "The conversation went well, right?"
Yi Nan smiled, but didn't want to say Zhiyuan didn't give her any guarantee, she could already feel the subtle changes in him.
She even felt that his changes should have started before she went to see him.
After all, he is still young, and youth itself is a great asset. No matter how big a setback is, it will eventually become a thing of the past, and it is also the foundation of maturity.
She always felt that the Xu Zhiyuan she knew was not the Xu Zhiyuan that Feng Yi or Liang Zhongming said, but the pure young man she had seen with her own eyes.
At this moment, she is willing to believe that the boy upstairs is still the one she knew in the past, but he has gone astray in the middle, and now he is on his way home.
Nurse Jiang accompanied her down the stairs. Under the eaves of the courtyard stood a handsome figure, facing outside, with his hands in his trouser pockets, staring at a plantain not far away, as if he was meditating, or , not thinking about anything.
Yinan's footsteps couldn't help but froze.
(End of this chapter)
Compared with the bright sunshine outside, the light in the room is much softer. The whole floor-to-ceiling windows look out to green trees and grass, next to the are two chairs in front of the window, separated by a small the chair on the right, a man in white single-clothes was reclining on it, with his head turned outward, and it was impossible to tell whether he was asleep or awake.
The door was not closed tightly, Yi Nan stood near the door, cleared his throat, and called anxiously, "Zhiyuan."
There was no movement.
Yi Nan waited anxiously, Feng Yi's warning popped into her mind unexpectedly, she clenched her hands subconsciously, not knowing what kind of scene would greet her.
"Come and sit." He said without warning, and at the same time sat up.
She still had a delicate and pale complexion, but her expression was somewhat indifferent, her beautiful eyes were full of emptiness, so the smile on her lips looked extraordinarily stood there with his hands on the back of the chair, looked at Yi Nan who was still not moving, and teased, "What? You don't know me anymore? You're still afraid of me!"
It was not easy to meet Yinan in this kind of place, but fortunately, the beauty of the environment concealed his special status pursed her lips, stepped over, and stood in front of him.
"Aren't you worried about your personal safety?" He put his hands behind his back and stared at her who was within reach with a smile, but there was a cluster of fierce flames looming in his eyes.
Yinan greeted him peacefully, trying to restrain the nervousness of courage in his heart, and smiled, "The Xu Zhiyuan I know is kind to others, and has always been good to me. What should I worry about?"
He stared fixedly at her, but the flames in his eyes were extinguished suddenly, and his eyes quickly dimmed, "I once thought about killing you, aren't you afraid?" He said, and buried himself back in the chair.
Yi Nan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but still didn't dare to be careless, carefully sat down on the chair opposite him, stared into his lifeless eyes, and said slowly: "Everyone is confused sometimes." She then whispered, "I've had it too, just wake up."
He snorted softly, "The feeling of waking up is even worse, I have nothing." He closed his eyes, his expression was lonely, but he was no longer so angry, and said sleepily: "Actually, I could have been discharged from the hospital a long time ago, but I don't want to Go home. In fact, I don’t have a home either. Staying here, at least I can help my brother spend a little bit, he made too much money this time.” He laughed very badly, the kind of person who was completely knocked down to the ground. Yi Nan couldn't bear to see the helpless smile without the ability to resist, turned his face away, and looked at the beautiful scenery outside the window, but felt that it was no longer as beautiful as it was when he came couldn't help but think that although the environment here is good, Zhiyuan may not be able to appreciate it, and all the scenery can only be tasted in a happy mood.
"I heard, are you still painting?" She tried to pick up light topics to talk about.
"Just to pass the time." He still looked lazy.
"Why don't you go out for a walk? I remember you used to like sketching very much."
"It's the same everywhere, everyone treats me like a lunatic now, except you." He turned his head and smiled sadly at Yi Nan, "I didn't expect you to come to see me, I thought...you knew the truth would hate me."
Yi Nan sighed softly, "There is nothing to hate. Everything in this world follows a cause and effect. I don't want to live with hatred in my heart."
Zhiyuan turned his head back, feeling lost and speechless. After a while, he sighed, "You haven't changed." He suddenly became agitated, "However, if you were in my seat, maybe you wouldn't be so free and easy. I'm a down-to-earth Those who fail don't even have to ask for death, and every time they are forced back, they will only feel deeper pain." He frowned, and the center of his brows trembled slightly.
Yi Nan was very sad when he heard this, and after a long silence, he said softly: "I know you are a person with ideas, why don't you try to start again? Maybe, if you take another step forward, you can go on smoothly. "
He laughed silently, as if mocking her childishness.
Yi Nan slowly took out a card that was kept quite flat from the handbag she carried, put it on the table, and pushed it along the smooth table until it completely entered Zhiyuan's field of vision.
The way he stared at it was completely foreign.
"Do you still remember it?" She asked, "You used to sketch it on extra drawing paper. I used it as a bookmark and kept it."
He raised his hand and picked up the card in his hand. Every stroke on the picture was written by him, but his memory is so vague that he no longer remembers how he drew turned the card over, and saw his flamboyant signature and the year, month, and day marked by Yi Nan, and there was a column of newly added characters in the upper right corner, in delicate handwriting and powerful.
"Beyond the mountain is the sea." He recited silently, thoughtfully.
"This is the name I gave it. I like the artistic conception in this painting very much. When I feel depressed, I say to myself, hold on, and take two steps forward, and I can turn over this mountain. You can see the sea and the sky high.”
He looked up at her, and his memory began to revive, "Maybe what he saw was not the vastness of the sea and the sky, but the boundless sea of suffering."
The factors engraved in the character can always stubbornly control people's thinking to go on the path it many years, the two of them still have two completely different attitudes. Her optimism is as deep-rooted as his pessimism.
However, at this moment, the two people facing each other suddenly felt a bit of vicissitudes because of this similar conversation. They looked at each other, as if reading the familiar self and those happy and pure green years in each other's eyes, they couldn't help feeling smile heartily.
Yi Nan's smile is warm, just like the moment when we first met, the cloud and the wind were breezy. This ray of warmth may not be enough to dispel the heavy haze in Xu Zhiyuan's heart, but it can still bring out the good side of his eyes gradually became alive, and he couldn't tell what kind of feeling it was, as if a hot object was arching back and forth in his chest, giving birth to several new felt—as if alive again.
Yi Nan walked out of the room with a warm smile. Outside the door was Nurse Jiang who was waiting anxiously. When she saw her expression, she was overjoyed immediately, "The conversation went well, right?"
Yi Nan smiled, but didn't want to say Zhiyuan didn't give her any guarantee, she could already feel the subtle changes in him.
She even felt that his changes should have started before she went to see him.
After all, he is still young, and youth itself is a great asset. No matter how big a setback is, it will eventually become a thing of the past, and it is also the foundation of maturity.
She always felt that the Xu Zhiyuan she knew was not the Xu Zhiyuan that Feng Yi or Liang Zhongming said, but the pure young man she had seen with her own eyes.
At this moment, she is willing to believe that the boy upstairs is still the one she knew in the past, but he has gone astray in the middle, and now he is on his way home.
Nurse Jiang accompanied her down the stairs. Under the eaves of the courtyard stood a handsome figure, facing outside, with his hands in his trouser pockets, staring at a plantain not far away, as if he was meditating, or , not thinking about anything.
Yinan's footsteps couldn't help but froze.
(End of this chapter)
