Add Bookmark | Recommend this book | Back to the book page | My bookshelf | Mobile Reading

Free Web Novel,Novel online - All in hlnovel.com -> Prose -> Wei Xi s corner

Chapter 134 Holiday Red Socks

Previous page        Return to Catalog        Next page

    ?

    It's Thanksgiving, and all kinds of beautiful photos of friends from the other side of the ocean in the circle of friends dominate the screen in a blowout style.

    The blingbling Christmas tree, the turkey stuffed with seasonings and about to be sent to the oven, the surprise gifts prepared quietly, the selfie on the skating rink with love bubbles in front of the Rockefeller Building, and the transformation into an angel with wings in the snow in Chicago  

    it's holiday season.??

    Full of a wave of memories to kill.

    Then I saw such a group of photos.  This friend is visiting her friend in the hospital, a series of continuous shots in the ward.  What attracted me was the change in the next-door bed in the four-shot sequence.

    This ward is for two people, with two beds separated by a curtain.  In the photo, the curtain did not completely cover the bed next door, but just exposed the end of the bed and the feet of the lying patient.

    In the first photo, the feet are ordinary white cotton socks.  On the white hospital bed, very weak and inconspicuous.

    In the second photo, the family member of the patient, looking from the back, is a young woman taking off the white socks on the patient's feet.  Judging by the condition of the skin on the feet, it should be an old man.

    The third one was blocked by her, so she couldn't see it, only her bent back and her blond hair hanging behind her.

    In the fourth picture, the young woman is gone, and the patient's feet have been replaced with bright red Christmas socks.  There are smiling Santa Claus, elk, sleigh, Christmas tree covered with snow

    I can't see the face and expression of the patient behind the curtain, but I don't think it is difficult to guess.

    I have also been lying on the same bed, counting the movements in the drip bottle, surrounded by dead white, waiting for the sky light to gradually dye the curtains around me.  Just that little bit of color is enough to make people greedy.

    That person must also be in pain.  But fortunately, there are a pair of red holiday socks on the feet.

    The colors that are usually too bright and lively, but in this place, between the passing of life that depends on pain, are very beautiful, and you can always look at them.

    When I was about to go out this morning, I deliberately changed into orange socks.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report