Entertainment: A song that brought his deceased wife back to life.

The disinfectant in the hospital smelled very pungent.

But this aroma has a hint of sweet floral fragrance.

It's a gardenia.

Although Xu Qing's eyes were closed, her sense of smell had already awakened.

He was familiar with this taste.

Three years ago, that girl who always wrapped herself up like a rice dumpling always smelled like this.

She said it smelled like cheap laundry detergent.

Xu Qing was poor at the time and didn't think much about it.

Now that I think about it, which laundry detergent can marinate for three years?

My head still hurts, like someone is chiseling at my temples.

My throat felt like I'd swallowed a handful of burning coals.

Xu Qing moved her fingers with difficulty.

There is someone by the bed.

The breathing was very soft, with a cautious rhythm.

He struggled to open his eyes a crack.

All I could see was white.

It wasn't that mud-stained wedding dress.

It's a nurse's uniform.

A thin nurse was facing away from him, fiddling with something on the bedside table.

Looking at his back, he looks somewhat familiar.

That bewildered stance was just like the little fish standing by the roadside waiting for him to buy roasted sweet potatoes back then.

Xu Qing felt that she had probably damaged her brain.

I experienced hallucinations.

The little fish died.

That tombstone is real.

Those weathering marks from ten years of weathering cannot be faked.

He touched that stone with his own hands; it was cold, rough, and bore the brunt of time.

That idiot named Ironhead, though a bastard, was right about one thing.

The dead don't come back.

Xu Qing chuckled to himself inwardly.

What's wrong with me?

I see a silhouette and I want to put it on her.

This is an illness.

be cured.

The nurse by the bedside seemed to have noticed the commotion.

She turned around abruptly.

The movement was so exaggerated that it almost knocked over the water glass on the table.

In a flurry, he managed to steady the cup, but then knocked over a bag of oranges next to it.

Oranges rolled all over the ground.

This clumsy manner makes it even more like it.

Xu Qing squinted, her vision somewhat blurry.

The nurse was wearing a thick medical mask that covered almost half of her face.

She was also wearing a round, puffy nurse's cap on her head.

She was completely covered up.

Only his eyes were visible.

Those eyes were terribly red and swollen, as if they had just been severely bullied.

The eyes are beautiful peach blossom eyes, with the outer corners slightly upturned.

The room was filled with panic.

Eyes facing each other.

The air seemed to freeze.

The nurse froze for two seconds, as if she had been frozen in place.

Then she hurriedly lowered her head and squatted down to pick up the oranges on the ground.

"Awake...you're awake?"

The voice was muffled, as if the speaker was deliberately lowering their voice.

His voice was a bit hoarse, and you couldn't tell his original tone.

Xu Qing didn't say anything.

It's not that I don't want to speak, it's that I can't make a sound.

He could only blink.

The nurse picked up the orange, not daring to look at him.

She lowered her head, her fingers trembling slightly as she peeled the orange in her hand.

Xu Qing quietly looked at her hand.

Her fingers were long and slender, and fair-skinned.

The hands don't look like they've done manual labor.

It doesn't even look like the hands that regularly give injections to patients.

Those were hands that looked like works of art.

Her nails were neatly trimmed and had a healthy pink hue.

Xu Qing's gaze suddenly froze.

He stared intently at the orange that was being peeled.

When a normal person peels an orange, they just tear it open casually.

Even if someone has OCD, at most they'd just remove the white silk threads more thoroughly.

But these hands are different.

She started from the top of the orange, her nails carefully cutting in.

Rotate clockwise.

The orange peel resembles a long, continuous snake, peeled off in a continuous stream.

It didn't stop even once in the middle.

What remains is a whole, smooth orange segment and a long, unbroken orange peel.

Xu Qing had only ever seen one person use this method of peeling in his entire life.

Those are small fish.

Xu Qing had criticized her for this incident back then.

They make eating an orange sound like a surgical procedure.

Xiaoyu's reasoning at the time was that the skin peeled off this way could be hung on the radiator to roast, and it would smell good.

Xu Qing's heart skipped a beat.

The heart rate monitor suddenly beeped twice, and the frequency increased.

The nurse had obviously heard the machine making noise as well.

Her hand trembled.

The perfect orange peel broke.

She clutched the orange peel in her hand in a fluster, like a child who had done something wrong.

"You...you shouldn't get agitated."

"The doctor said you need to rest."

She handed me the peeled orange, her eyes darting away.

He dared not meet Xu Qing's gaze.

Xu Qing did not accept the orange.

His gaze swept over her like an X-ray.

That sense of familiarity grew stronger and stronger.

The scent of gardenias.

Clumsy movements.

Peach blossom eyes.

And this unique way of peeling oranges.

If one is a coincidence, then what is all the coincidences together?

Is it a paranormal event?

Or is it just a damn joke?

Xu Qing wanted to speak.

He desperately tried to move the muscles in his throat.

"cough……"

A hoarse cough broke through his throat.

The nurse was startled.

She quickly put down the oranges and hurriedly went to pour water.

"If the water temperature isn't right, blink."

She held the paper cup, inserted a straw, and brought it to Xu Qing's lips.

Xu Qing didn't drink it.

He used all his strength to lift the hand that still had the IV tube inserted.

His fingertips trembled as he pointed at her mask.

The meaning is obvious.

Take it off.

The nurse's pupils contracted instantly.

She instinctively took a step back.

He avoided Xu Qing's hand.

"No...no."

"The hospital mandates that masks must be worn."

"I am in special care, so I need to be careful to maintain aseptic technique."

That's a terrible excuse.

It's a complete mess.

Xu Qing's eyes turned cold.

He was examining it.

He had doubts.

He emptied his heart in that crazy rainy night.

If this is a play.

That director is far too cruel.

But that tombstone is real.

He remembered the person who rushed out and hugged him before he fainted in the rain.

Although my consciousness was blurred at the time.

But that embrace was very soft.

Although the voice was choked with sobs, it called out "Xu Qing" in his ear.

It wasn't called "patient".

It wasn't called "Mr. Xu".

It means to address them by their given name.

It carried a kind of heart-wrenching familiarity.

Xu Qing stared at the nurse in front of her.

His eyes became somewhat dangerous.

The nurse felt uneasy under his gaze.

She placed the water glass on the table and said somewhat stammeringly:

"Um... I'll go get the doctor to take a look."

After saying that, he turned and tried to run away.

It really was an escape.

Their panicked, disorganized manner was evident in their incoherent movements, including using their hands and feet in a haphazard way.

"stop."

Xu Qing squeezed out two words using a breathy voice.

Although the sound was as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

But in the quiet ward, it sounded like a thunderclap.

The nurse stopped at the doorway.

His back was stiff.

She didn't turn around.

He gripped the doorknob so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

She was trembling.

Xu Qing saw it very clearly.

She is afraid.

Why would a normal nurse be afraid when faced with a patient's cries?

Unless she has something to hide.

"return."

Xu Qing squeezed out two more words.

His throat was burning, but he didn't care.

He needs to figure this out.

What exactly happened?

The nurse stood frozen at the door for a full five seconds.

Finally, she slowly turned around.

She didn't dare to go closer.

I stood about two meters away from the hospital bed.

Like a prisoner awaiting trial.

"Is there anything else...?"

She looked down, staring at her toes.

Those were a pair of white nurse shoes.

But there was a tiny SpongeBob SquarePants embroidered on the sock.

Xu Qing's pupils dilated again.

SpongeBob SquarePants.

That's Little Fish's favorite cartoon character.

Because of this, Xu Qing once gave her a yellow SpongeBob SquarePants pillow.

She said it was her guardian angel.

just now.

This "guardian angel" appeared on the ankle of a strange nurse.

How many coincidences are there in this world?

Xu Qing closed her eyes.

Take a deep breath.

When I opened my eyes again, the confusion in them had dissipated.

Instead, there is a calmness that comes with a hunter spotting his prey.

Even if this conjecture is absurd.

Even if it goes against the natural order of life and death.

He also wants to verify it.

Because his heart was telling him.

Even if the whole world says she's fake.

But this feeling doesn't lie.

Xu Qing stopped talking.

He simply gestured with his eyes towards the water on the table.

The nurse breathed a sigh of relief.

I thought he was just thirsty.

She walked over cautiously and picked up the water glass.

This time she learned her lesson.

Try not to look into Xu Qing's eyes.

I just want to finish feeding the baby quickly and then find an excuse to slip away.

Just as she bent down and held the straw to Xu Qing's lips.

Xu Qing suddenly moved.

He did not drink water.

Instead, he tilted his head slightly to one side.

His nose was close to her sleeve.

I took a deep breath.

That's right.

It's a gardenia.

Moreover, it has a unique aroma that comes out after being baked by body heat.

It has a hint of milky flavor.

This is the unique scent of small fish.

It's not laundry detergent at all.

Xu Qing's lips curled up slightly.

It evokes a somewhat bleak, yet somewhat insane, arc.

He looked into those peach blossom eyes that were so close to his face.

His pale face was reflected in those eyes.

And then there's that thing that can't be hidden, called "love."

Do dead people have that kind of look in their eyes?

will not.

Only the living.

Only those who deeply love each other.

That's why, in such an unintentional moment, such a tenderness that could drown you out can be revealed.

Xu Qing opened her mouth and put the straw in her mouth.

Warm water flowed down my throat.

It slightly relieved the burning sensation.

But the fire in his heart burned ever brighter.

He finished drinking the water and loosened the straw.

Watching the nurse straighten up with a sigh of relief.

He suddenly spoke.

He spoke in an extremely weak yet clear voice:

"These oranges."

"It looks really ugly after peeling."

The nurse was stunned.

He subconsciously retorted:

"No way, it's perfectly fine..."

He was only halfway through his sentence.

Stopped abruptly.

She suddenly covered her mouth.

His eyes were wide open.

Because in this world.

Only that silly girl named Xiaoyu.

That's why they have such a strange confidence in their orange-peeling skills.

And they absolutely cannot tolerate anyone saying even a single word about being "ugly".

This is a conditioned reflex.

It's an instinct etched into your bones.

Xu Qing smiled.

His laughter was tinged with coldness and sadness.

"Nurse."

"It seems you have a story to tell."