dizziness

More than ten days have passed like a white horse in the hospital, and Ruan Miaomiao's physical injuries have improved, but it is impossible to know whether the accumulated injuries in her heart are gradually healed.

In fact, even if everyone avoids mentioning it, Ruan Miaomiao can still feel that her face may have been ruined.

He didn't say anything, but he understood everything in his heart.

It is not up to him to decide whether his appearance is good or bad, and probably only those who have experienced it will understand that the more beautiful a person is, the more he cannot get rid of the tricks of fate.

So he was not regretful, nor sad, but relieved a lot.

Since that day, Owen has been visiting the hospital every day. Ruan Miaomiao's hands and feet are in plaster, and eating, drinking, and diarrhea are all taken care of by Owen, who is not afraid of being tired or dirty.

Day after day, Owen's hair, which was dyed black at the beginning, has returned to silver. Maybe it can be dyed back when it turns gray, but Ruan Miaomiao knows that the damage done to that person will probably never heal.

He was used to keeping all his worries in his heart. Even if he was extremely afraid of seeing Owen like this, he couldn't say a word to comfort him or comfort himself.

Apart from Lin Zifeng and Chen Tianyi, Mu Sen also came to visit him almost every day, but he left after sitting for a while, and only asked about Ruan Miaomiao's injury in a business-like manner.He Fengfan often shuttled around the hospital. When he was in the United States, Ruan Miaomiao's illness was treated by him, so he came to give him injections every day, saying that it was some stabilizers and anti-anxiety drugs, but according to China's national conditions, it is not allowed to privately Injecting this kind of medicine, the hospital came out to intervene, and He Fengfan was even more busy.

I don't know if the medicine really worked or it was because of Owen. Ruan Miaomiao's illness was well under control. He could be quiet all day without any abnormal emotions. He just looked out of the window in a daze, thinking What, but as long as Owen talks to him, Ruan Miaomiao will respond.

It is impossible to cure this disease, and what can be done is relatively stable. The heart disease still needs heart medicine. Although Owen is not a good medicine blindly, he can at least outline a door and window for Ruan Miaomiao's world that no one can enter.

However, outside this door and window, there is always another lonely figure guarding him.

Mu Sen stood outside the door of the ward without moving, quietly watching the unreachable world in front of him.

Owen was asking Ruan Miaomiao what he would like to have for lunch, Ruan Miaomiao glanced at Mu Sen, then turned to the person beside the bed and said, "I suddenly want to eat hot and sour noodles, can you go and bring me a bowl?"

Owen understood it. Ruan Miaomiao might have something to say to that person alone, so he didn't ask too much: "Okay, I'll go down and buy it for you."

Ruan Miaomiao nodded, but Mu Sen was stunned for a long while unexpectedly, until he saw Owen approaching, he suddenly came back to his senses and walked past him, entered the ward, walked to Ruan Miaomiao's bed and sat down.

"How do you feel today, does the injury still hurt?"

Mu Sen forced a smile pretending to be relaxed, Ruan Miaomiao looked at him for a while, and then slowly said: "What about you, does it hurt?"

"Heh, why am I hurting, it's not me who was hurt..."

Owen stood outside the closed door, and started to leave after hearing this, probably because he didn't want to hear such a humble response from Mu Sen.

He walked out of the hospital. There are many places to eat on the street. Southerners prefer spicy food, and hot and sour noodles are considered one of the most common foods for people in C City. No matter which noodle shop has its name on the menu.

Perhaps because he wanted to give the two people in the ward some more time, Owen sat down and asked for a bowl to eat. The more common something is, the easier it is for people to forget its existence. Owen himself can’t remember how many years he hasn’t I have eaten this thing.

After taking a few mouthfuls, sweat leaked slightly from the nose, and he couldn't help coughing a few times because of the pepper. If it wasn't for the urban and rural accent of C when he spoke just now, he would probably be mistaken for a person from other provinces.

The boss is an old lady, she kindly handed Owen a tissue, and said with a kind smile, "This year's Erjingtiao harvest is good, and the red oil made is also very spicy, young man, eat slowly, I'll make you a bowl of noodle soup .”

"Ah, it's okay. It tastes pretty good. I haven't eaten it for a long time, so I'm not used to it."

Owen said with some embarrassment, but the aunt still served him a bowl of noodle soup and put it on the table.

"Yeah, life is better now, and there are more varieties of food, so the number of people who come to eat this noodle is naturally much less," the aunt wiped her hands with her apron and sighed, "I think back to when we were young, we felt sour and hot. The powder is delicious, it starts to be hot and sour, and the more you eat, the more flavorful it becomes, and many people like it..."

The aunt started talking on her own, and Owen just followed suit, chewing the spicy food in his mouth slowly, as if he no longer had the unbearable anxiety at the beginning.

He ate quietly, without thinking too much about what the two of them were talking about. Owen's thoughts were immersed in the hot and sour, and he always felt that no matter how familiar something was, it was impossible for it to be the same as before, even if it was just a blind seasoning. Subtle changes also have a process of re-understanding and adaptation.

Owen smiled wryly, so why not himself and Ruan Miaomiao.

After eating the noodles, it was estimated that the time would be almost up, so Owen packed another portion to take away, fearing that the noodles would get mushy, he rushed to the inpatient department.

Just entering the gate of the hospital, when passing by the green belt on the side, he suddenly stopped.

There was a person sitting on a stone bench not far away. Owen didn't know when he had been sitting there.

Seeing the man's expression, for some reason Owen couldn't help but sighed, hesitated for a moment, and walked over.

"Do you want it?"

The sudden voice startled Mu Sen, and when he came back to his senses, he saw a cigarette case in front of him. He looked up at Owen, fell silent for a while as if struggling, and then slowly reached out to take out a cigarette.

"Thank you," Mu Sen lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, glanced at what Owen was holding in his hand, and smiled weakly, "It smells so good, it feels quite spicy."

Owen sat down on the stone bench opposite, lit a cigarette, and said with a smile, "It's quite spicy, you better not try it as a provincial."

"Oh, that's right, things that look good may not be suitable for you, right?"

"..." Owen knew there was something in his words, so he didn't answer, but just looked at him for a moment.

"Miaomiao's wounds are not healed yet, so she shouldn't eat such spicy food. I've heard old people say that after eating soy sauce and vinegar, the wounds will leave marks..."

"Will it be alright if you don't eat his face?" Owen interrupted him bluntly, Mu Sen was stunned for a moment, met Owen's sharp gaze, the cigarette between his fingers couldn't help shaking, the falling ash stained the original Clean and bright leather shoes, Owen then said coldly, "Why did you let him smoke marijuana, I know this must have something to do with you."

Mu Sen avoided the questioning gaze, took a few more puffs of cigarettes, swallowed his throat, looked up at Owen and said, "Your statement is not accurate, it doesn't necessarily have something to do with me, but it just has something to do with me." Just like it has something to do with you. If Miaomiao wants to tell you, he will naturally tell you, but if he doesn’t, then I won’t tell you either.”

"Okay, if you don't tell me, I won't force others, this is a matter between you and him, and I have no right to interfere, but don't you know that doing so will harm him for the rest of his life!"

"How long is a lifetime?!" Mu Sen raised his voice, "Today?! Or tomorrow?! If possible, I really hope to tell you every day of Miaomiao's life in the United States, but now, I can only tell you, If it wasn't for marijuana, he might not be able to survive a day! Besides, since Miaomiao's condition was under control, it has been a long time since Miaomiao returned to China. Will go back to smoking marijuana.”

Yes, maybe as Mu Sen said, marijuana is Ruan Miaomiao's heart addiction, but Owen is his heart disease. Three years of torture made him chronically ill and addicted. Ruan Miaomiao couldn't beat it, so he had to choose another poison.

Owen's face was heavy. He understood Mu Sen's meaning. Maybe Ruan Miaomiao was the one who needed understanding and company more than himself. Owen sighed and said in silence for a long time: "The police came to me yesterday and said they were waiting for Miaomiao. When he recovers, he will be detained for one month. Because there is no clear evidence that he possesses marijuana, and he suffers from mental illness, he will not be sentenced. You... you better go back to the United States for a while to compare good."

"I know, Miaomiao also told me just now that he doesn't want to implicate me, it's really funny," Mu Sen smiled wryly and shook his head, looking tired, and took a deep look at Owen, "Actually, you know, I'm very grateful You let Miaomiao come to the United States, so that I could meet him, but at the same time, I also hate you, for letting me meet such a painful him."

"..."

"I love him."

Owen nodded undeniably: "I know."

"No, you don't know, I not only love him, but also respect him, understand him, and even fulfill him, wait for him, I am more suitable for him than you."

"I know... I know..."

Owen rested his forehead anxiously, unable to find a space to refute, but Mu Sen was determined with sharp eyes: "No, you still don't know, no matter how much you pay, it can't be a reason to be loved. The person Miaomiao needs It’s you, I know this very well, so I’m willing to respect his choice, and I hope you can respect him and choose him.”

"I will."

Owen stared at Mu Sen's serious face without any dodge or hesitation. The two looked at each other for a long time. Mu Sen nodded, extinguished the cigarette between his fingers, and slowly got up.

"Go back, everything is getting cold, Miaomiao should be hungry too," Mu Sen said, then turned and left, walked a few steps, stopped and turned back, half-closed his eyes and looked at Owen with a half-smile, hooked The corner of her mouth curled up and said, "Do you know what it feels like to fall in love with someone for Miaomiao?"

Owen looked at him in bewilderment, and shook his head dullly: "You know?"

"Of course I'll know when he said it," Mu Sen shrugged and chuckled, "In his words, it's like if your world suddenly becomes dark, instead of looking for the sun, you should first look for the sun." you."

"..."

Owen didn't speak, but quietly watched the back that was fading away.

Maybe the so-called love is just so simple and clear, it doesn’t need gorgeous rhetoric to whitewash it, love is like putting everything in a cup, once it is too full, even if the cup is emptied, it will not be filled Empty your emotions.

When Owen returned to the ward, Ruan Miaomiao was sitting on the bed in a daze.

"It's been a long time, are you hungry?"

Ruan Miaomiao came back to her senses, because her face was still a little swollen, she could barely pull out a smile, and shook her head at him.

Owen hurriedly put the returned powder on the table, and as soon as he opened the lid, he secretly cried out: "Ah, the powder has swelled, why don't I go and bring you another bowl..."

"It's okay, I'll just eat this."

Probably because he was afraid that Ruan Miaomiao would be hungry for too long and hurt his stomach, Owen didn't insist on his own opinion any longer. He sat by the bed with a bowl in his hand and kept stirring the fat vermicelli with chopsticks. overflow.

Ruan Miaomiao looked at his focused expression like this, and probably guessed that Owen came back late because he met Mu Sen. He didn't ask, but his eyes fell on Owen's gray hair and the fine lines on his old face involuntarily. Go up, just look at it and go in.

"Why are you looking at me like this?" Owen mixed the vermicelli, felt Ruan Miaomiao's gaze, raised his eyes and asked him amusedly.

Ruan Miaomiao lowered her eyes, stared at her fingers, and said slowly, "It's nothing, I just think you look good like this."

"Really?" Owen glanced at him suspiciously, then smiled and said, "If it looks good, you should eat more and get well soon."

Just as Ruan Miaomiao was about to say something, Owen picked up a handful of vermicelli and fed it into his mouth.

"Is it tasty?"

"..."

Ruan Miaomiao didn't speak, she chewed the vermicelli in her mouth and nodded weakly with her head down.

Owen fed him patiently, and Ruan Miaomiao's tears hit the back of his hand before he knew it.

He didn't know why Ruan Miaomiao was crying, but Owen stopped, holding the bowl at a loss.

Ruan Miaomiao forced a smile as if in embarrassment, her face was full of tears, she still looked at Owen's gray hair while her eyes were shaking, and said with a wry smile: "I'm fine...it's just too hot..."

Before the words fell steadily, Owen leaned over and kissed his lips.

The strong hot and sour spread in each other's mouths, dispelling the tears from the shadowy eyes.

Human beings seem to be repeating the same story, heart-to-heart collision, soul-to-soul whisper, emotion-to-emotion fusion.

And everyone with a story inevitably has a life full of sourness and hotness.

No matter what kind of experience, only by facing it bravely, with forgiveness and trust, can we deeply understand the meaning of growth.

Life is not all smooth sailing, and love is always full of ups and downs. Perhaps it is precisely because of this strange distance that they will get to know and respect each other again.

end of stranger relationship