sunset melting gold

The summer in the Northland has come to an end quietly.

The temperature in early autumn dropped day by day, and Fang Shiqiu's physical symptoms gradually returned to normal.

In the second month of hospitalization, the wound where the rotten flesh was dug out healed again, the thin thread between the flesh and the flesh was removed, and the rancid smell that was difficult to dissipate was covered by the smell of disinfectant.

Fang Shiqiu's fingers regained consciousness, and when the needle pierced the back of his hand, the stimulated fingertips would tremble slightly.

Although he couldn't open his eyes, Fang Shiqiu, who was sleeping, heard the voice again after his fingers regained consciousness.

He heard someone walking beside him, and an unfamiliar foreign language fell to his ears intermittently.

Fang Shiqiu wanted to open his eyes to see the faces of the speakers, but he couldn't move his body in the darkness.

He struggled between waking up and falling asleep. Whenever he was about to wake up, his consciousness, which had been tormented by nightmares, was burned by the sudden light, and he cowered back timidly into the darkness.

The last pair of hands wrapped in cloth strips pulled Fang Shiqiu out of the darkness.

The pitch-black vision suddenly lit up, Fang Shiqiu opened his eyes and saw the pale ceiling.

He was lying on the bed, and a man in white clothes and a mask stood beside the bed, his lips opened and closed as if to say something.

Fang Shiqiu couldn't hear, and blinked blankly, and the expressions of worry and pity appeared on the faces of those people again.

They let out a long sigh and turned to leave.

When Fang Shiqiu realized that he was sent to the hospital, half a month had passed since he woke up for the first time, but most of the time he didn't feel the reality, he just felt that the same scene was repeated every day.

Doctors in white coats were walking around in the ward. Fang Shiqiu lay on a clean hospital bed and let them play with his body.

The process of treatment and examination was very painful. The doctor repeatedly lifted Fang Shiqiu's hands and feet. The pain caused by muscle tension and the abnormal numbness of the spinal joints ravaged his fragile body at the same time.

Fang Shiqiu was afraid that the doctor would train and torture him like Liang Ming did. At first, he only dared to cry and beg in a low voice. After being comforted by the nurse, he asked the doctor for painkillers.

The doctor can only provide a very small amount of mild medicine, and the pain relief effect is far from those used by Liang Ming, but Fang Shiqiu thinks it is enough.

During frequent physical examinations, he learned bits and pieces of information from doctors and nurses, such as the collar around his neck, and how the rescue team found him.

It was a lost skier who first discovered this snow mountain villa.

He encountered an avalanche on the top of the mountain, ran into the pine forest by mistake while evading, and saw the villa hidden deep in the pine forest.

The skier brought the information about the villa down the mountain, but how the rescue team found the pine forest and the villa, the nurse did not tell Fang Shiqiu any details, but looked at it with a regretful expression. he.

As for the whereabouts of the mute girl, what she said was exactly the same as the man who rescued him from the snow mountain.

"She is being treated at other hospitals."

Fang Shiqiu felt that she was lying to him, but he did not ask about the whereabouts of the dumb girl.

Not long after learning about the rescue, a group of people who claimed to be policemen came to Fang Shiqiu's ward.

Fang Shiqiu thought, probably the hospital called the police.

The scars and needle holes left by Liang Ming were covered by continuously torn wounds, and the cause of the injury could not be identified for a long time, but the deformed joints and the clear and distinct bone traces under the skin still showed that he had been abused.

Those people asked Fang Shiqiu many questions:

"This is the positioning monitoring ring. Do you remember who put it on for you?"

"What's that person's name?"

"What did he do to you?"

"Do you still remember the contact information of your family?"

……

Fang Shiqiu knew that he should cooperate, but he couldn't remember things clearly, some answered, some didn't.

Those people didn't embarrass him, they just took away his neck ring.

"We will find a way to contact your family. Before that, you can rest at ease."

The sworn promise echoed in his ears, Fang Shiqiu looked at the neck ring in the transparent bag, and nodded blankly.

Before those people spoke, Fang Shiqiu always thought that Liang Min was wearing an electric shock collar for him, and that as long as he walked out of that room, he would be shocked.

It turned out not to be.

It was just a positioning collar, but it imprisoned him in a cold and narrow room.

Fang Shiqiu wanted to touch the wound on his neck, but after touching it with his fingers, he only touched a layer of rough gauze.

After staying in the hospital for half a year, Fang Shiqiu lived a life of taking medicine and injections constantly.

The backs of his hands and the insides of his elbows were full of needle holes and bruises, and he looked the same as when he was in the villa.

But those doctors' movements are gentler than Liang Ming's. The nurse's hands are warm and soft, not as cold as the dumb girl's. The pills swallowed into the stomach and the liquid injected into the blood vessels are also gentler, and they no longer cruelly destroy his body. .

Fang Shiqiu adapted well, but every day when he woke up, he always forgot that he was in the hospital.

Facing the white decoration in the ward and the winter snow constantly falling outside the window, he thought that he was still on the snow mountain, still trapped in that villa waiting to die alone.

The dumb girl who was supposed to be by her side was nowhere to be seen. Every time she saw the nurse who was in charge of changing the dressing and pulling out the needles, Fang Shiqiu would subconsciously hold her hand.

He was afraid of being alone in a quiet room and having nightmares again, so he stretched out his hand to keep her like a dumb girl.

But whenever he really held the other party's hand, Fang Shiqiu would wake up instantly, let go of his hand carefully, and said "I'm sorry" to them.

The nurse always had a good-natured smile and touched Fang Shiqiu's forehead.

"It's okay, is there something uncomfortable?"

"No discomfort." Fang Shiqiu said.

He couldn't feel the pain anymore, he was just scared.

But no one can stay in the ward forever, by Fang Shiqiu's side.

Fang Shiqiu, who was alone in the ward, once again used the long sleep to escape loneliness.

The sleep I used to escape was not disturbed by nightmares, but I always vaguely heard someone talking.

The tone of the man's speech seemed familiar, it was not an unfamiliar or bad foreign language, and Fang Shiqiu couldn't ignore the soft and cadenced tone.

The memory related to that tone is like a treasure left in a corner, hastily exposed to the air, even if it once occupied a very important position, the shining picture has become mottled with the passage of time.

Fang Shiqiu couldn't tell whose voice it was.

In the deliberately low conversation, someone was sobbing softly, and someone else touched his hands and face lightly.

Fang Shiqiu wanted to get close to that warm palm, so he woke up again.

In the pale ward, two middle-aged people who were somewhat strange, who looked like husband and wife, stood in front of his bed.

It seemed to be his parents, Fang Shiqiu couldn't recognize them.

He hasn't seen his mother for many years, it seems that since she and his father divorced, and after attending his coming-of-age ceremony and school entrance banquet, he has never seen him again.

He hadn't looked at his father carefully for a long time, and he almost forgot what he looked like.

In my memory, my father is always very busy, and it is difficult to spare time to talk to him. The photos I see on the news are always clearer than the back view at home.

The nurse helped Fang Shiqiu up, and the woman with red eyes suddenly opened her arms and hugged him.

The woman sobbed on his shoulder, and the man secretly wiped away his tears.

"Xiao Qiu, Xiao Qiu—"

They kept calling him by his nickname, not "Qiuqiu" as Liang Ming said, but "Xiaoqiu" which he hadn't heard for many years.

Fang Shiqiu felt a hot liquid flowing down the back of his neck, wet his hair and collar.

why are they crying

Fang Shiqiu didn't know, and couldn't feel their emotions, but the viscera in his chest was throbbing, so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

In the sound of the woman sobbing and sobbing, he turned his face and rubbed the cheek of the woman who might be his mother flatteringly.