It's like having a dream, a very tired dream. In the dream, my name is Ru, and I can't help crying while looking at the fire outside the door.
When waking up, the first thing that catches the eye is the pale ceiling.
A familiar voice sounded in my ears. With joy and anxiety, I saw the surprise on my mother's face and my father's bloodshot eyes. A few nurses came in from outside the door, came to me to check me up, and then went out.
I looked at the man standing by my bed and called, Dad. Hoarseness.
The expressions on his and mom's faces froze for a moment, then they smiled at me and said, Feiran, do you eat apples?
I was stunned.
The whole room fell into a hopeless silence, and I could clearly hear the sound of knives and fruits rubbing against each other. I tried to understand all this, but I couldn't say a word.
I seem to have forgotten something, but I don't seem to have forgotten it.
The brain is blank, but there is sadness in the heart.
Looking at my parents who looked weird, I couldn't say a word.
The weather outside the window is just right, the wind is sunny, but the temperature is a bit high.
I sat in a wheelchair and was pushed outside by my mother to breathe. Mom said, Feiran, the doctor said that it will take another week for you to recover, and after recovery, you will have to stay in the hospital for a period of time for examination.
I wanted to frown, but my face was in pain, and my mother grabbed my hand as if she understood, and said, your face is hurt a little, don't move around, make expressions or something, it will be fine in another week ¡
I raised my head and looked at her, the sadness at the beginning was gone from her face, I opened my mouth and asked in my still hoarse voice, Mom? I'm Xiaoru, why do you call me Feiran?
The expression on her face froze, then she smiled and said, the doctor said that you have choked on too much smoke, and you will be a little confused now, and you will be fine in a few days I looked at my mother in a daze, opened my mouth, and said Not a word.
At night I had a dream, the dream was full of flames, I saw myself in the flames, I was wrapped in a sheet and wept in the flames, the sheet was soaked in water, so the flames did not set me on fire, but I But his face was ruined, torn apart bit by bit by the raging fire, and zoomed until it was pitch black.
I woke up from the dream, my palms were full of sweat, the moonlight slipped in from the window, and sprinkled on the white sheet, printing it into a deep blue. I was suddenly thirsty, and wanted to reach for the water glass at the corner of the table. I forgot that I was still on a drip. I accidentally touched the needle crookedly, and the blood spread out along the needle tube. I couldn't help but let out a cry, Woke up mom.
Mom hurriedly got up and went to call the nurse. I looked at the dense needle holes on the back of my hand and couldn't say a word.
After tossing and tossing for most of the night, the little nurse also looked at me with a dark face and bored, while my mother watched over me and didn't speak, and I couldn't see the light of any color in her eyes. After a while, I said, Mom, I'm going to the bathroom.
Mom dragged the bottle with one hand, and helped me to the bathroom with the other. I looked at her haggard face and felt pain in my heart, and I said, Mom, how long have I been lying down?
Mom froze for a moment, then said softly, ten days.
I said, why so long?
The expression on Mom's face froze for a moment, then she smiled and said, when I rescued you, I broke the door and got in. Your head was hit by the falling door, and your head was injured before. Inhaling too much smoke again At the time I thought you were going to wake up, luckily
Her face was pale and weak, I smiled at her comfortingly, stood up, and let her help me to wash my hands.
Then I stood in front of the sink and couldn't move.
My figure was reflected in the mirror, but that slightly swollen face was impressive.
Mom stood behind me with her head down and didn't look at me. I stretched out my hand to check if it was a phantom, but I touched the cold mirror. With a trembling voice, I said, Mom, take a look. Is it me?
Mom raised her head, with a smile on her face, she said, Fei Ran, did you smash your head?
I couldn't breathe suddenly, I looked at the person in the mirror with wide eyes, shook my head and said, no, this is a dream, it is a dream, I am dreaming.
As I said that, I broke free from my mother's hand and was about to go out, but my feet were soft and I fell to the ground. I covered my face with my hair and crawled forward desperately. The needle in my hand was brought out. Blood flowed all over the back of my hand. Mom hurried forward and hugged me, I shook my head and looked at her and said, this is a dream, Mom, don¡¯t take it seriously, we are dreaming (Remember this website: www.hlnovel.com