Identity swap

The author has something to say: There is no other way, the original pit has been abandoned, and it took so long to start filling it. This article is over, so you can rest assured to follow it...

When the truck was coming towards me, I just looked down at the carefully prepared gift, wondering if the people I saw would like it.

It is said that before death, people will return to the light, and the past of their life will appear frame by frame like a movie, but I have no time to think about anything.

Or maybe my life is too ordinary, and there are no thrilling events.

It only took a moment to roll under the car. Before that, I felt like my head was going to be split into pieces. I didn’t have time to feel what pain is. I only felt a fishy sweetness in my throat. I wondered if my favorite white shirt was stained with blood.No part of my body listened to me, and I couldn't move.

I kept looking at the icy road, the dark trucks above my head, and the world turned into a line.

My eyelids are a little heavy, but I don't want to die yet.Trying to keep my eyes open, my ears were buzzing, and I waited quietly for people to move the big truck away.

This world is so bright that I can't keep my eyes open.

As if being hugged tightly by someone, he patted my face lightly, trembling all over, as if he was mumbling something, his voice was too gentle, as if he was singing a lullaby.

He is so good-looking, his eyes are like clear springs, full of tenderness, his lips are thin, he is probably a fickle person, but he is so red that he is so attractive, I don't know which girl will kiss him in the end.

"Xiao Zhao, wake up"

"Xiao Zhao, can you hear me?"

"Hey, Xiao Zhao, wake up"

"..."

This sentence kept echoing in my mind, I wanted to open my eyes, I tried hard to open them, but I couldn't open them, my eyelids seemed to be heavy.

The person next to him shouted excitedly: "Xiao Zhao, Xiao Zhao is about to wake up, doctor..."

I heard the sound of impact, the sound of running, and the shouts gradually faded away. Just after the silence, there was a burst of chaotic footsteps.

This time I finally opened my eyes, the sun was a bit harsh, and I squinted for a while to get used to it.I looked up and saw that my hand was still connected to the infusion bottle, and the infusion speed was very slow.I struggled to get up and leaned on the hospital bed, feeling sore, my whole body ached like falling apart.

A man rushed in and hugged me a little excitedly, without saying a word, but shaking violently, he lay on my shoulder and whimpered softly.

I remember him, the one who held me at the end.

Wearing a breathing mask, it was so stuffy, I stretched out my hand and pulled it, and he held my hand and said softly, "Don't take it off, Xiao Zhao"

A doctor in a white coat came over and patted the man on the shoulder: "Doctor Jiang, let me check first."

The man stepped aside, with tears in his eyes.

The doctor checked my eyes, and also checked my physical function. He tried to take off my pants, but I refused to obey, and he didn't let go of my pants.

"Then write a few words first, and move your fingers." The doctor took down the medical record, tore a piece of paper, and took out another piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to me.

I picked up the pen, looked at the white paper, and wrote two words: I am.

The last stroke was so heavy that it scratched the paper.

There is no further text.

The doctor asked, "Who are you?"

I was at a loss, and looked up at the doctors, nurses and the man around me.

There was no familiar face to be found.

"I do not know"

The doctor put the pen in his coat pocket and exchanged glances with the man, who looked at me with a wry smile.

"Then what do you remember?"

I try to recall, but the memory is like falling into a white mist, and I can't find a way out.

I can only shake my head.

I saw the doctor writing the medical record with his hands, closing it after writing, and said to the man: "He will have a comprehensive examination later to confirm the physiological functions."

The nurse changed the infusion bottle for me.A group of people are like passers-by, coming vigorously and leaving quietly.

I'm the only one left in the ward.

In the evening, the orange sunlight shines through the white curtains of the hospital and spreads on the ground, making it warm.

I felt a little uncomfortable lying down and sitting. I rubbed my legs and found that my legs were very thin. The doctor said it was muscle atrophy.I thought about walking around, looked at the bottle of infusion that had just been hung up, reached out to pick it up, held it in my hand, and was about to get out of bed.

Just after putting on the shoes and taking a step, my legs were numb and heavy like a large piece of mechanical parts hanging from my body.

I stood up and tried again, and when I was about to fall to the ground, a nervous voice sounded next to my ear: "Xiao Zhao, what are you going to do?"

He almost rushed over and hugged me.

His eyes were beautiful, and I saw my own shadow in them, and there was worry and tension in them.

But I only remember his face, I don't know who he is.

With his gentle support, I sat back on my hospital bed and pointed at me: "My name is...Xiao Zhao?"

The voice was hoarse and hoarse, like the throat of a singing crow.

He said: "Yes, you are Xiao Zhao, Yang Zhao"

I gasped for a while and asked again, "Then who are you?"

With a somewhat bitter face, he said, "Huaiyuan, Jiang Huaiyuan, you...your boyfriend"

I was terrified and struggled to push him away.

He looks a little hurt.

So... am I gay?

I told him: "I want to go out for a walk, the ward is stuffy"

"You just woke up, it's not too good to go out now, I'll take you out after two days of physical examination, okay?"

His tone was almost doting, I couldn't stand it, I suppressed my inner unrest.I looked at his bright red lips and swallowed.He is indeed good-looking, but it doesn't mean that I can kiss him innocently.

Sitting back on the hospital bed, I watched him running around and asked him, "Where are my parents?"

He was pouring hot water when he heard this sentence, and was obviously taken aback.

"Your single parent, uncle doesn't know, aunt passed away two years ago"

"What about the other relatives?"

He looked at me with burning eyes, and handed me a glass of water, which was just the right temperature.

"Auntie is your only child"

I nodded to show that I understood. I took a sip of hot water and asked, "Then what's wrong with me?"

He took my glass, put it on the table, sat on the hospital bed and hugged me, I felt a little stuffy.

He pinched my hands and feet, and then my face, his voice trembling: "Xiao Zhao, you've lost weight."

"..."

"Car accident, PTSD, memory loss."

I remember being in a car accident myself, so presumably this man wasn't lying to me either.

I had nothing to say to him, so I became silent.

He peeled an apple for me, and he peeled it meticulously. The long peel has been wound around several times, and the knuckles of the slender fingers are clearly defined.

I ate half a petal and it wasn't very sweet.

"How long have I been asleep?" I casually wanted to ask.

"Well, nine months and three days." His eyes were red.

To be honest, I'm not good at coaxing men, I'm a bit at a loss when he does this.He seemed to see my mood, and quickly smiled again: "Just wake up."

The doctor asked me to go for a full-body examination. He almost supported me to walk. I felt a little uncomfortable when I walked. After walking for a while, I rested. There was sweat on my face, which stuck to my eyelids. He wiped it for me with his sleeve.

The full-body examination is really troublesome. I always feel bored. His hand was on the back of mine. I wanted to pull it away, but he held it so tightly that my palms were sweaty.

My physical condition is what the doctor told him after the results came out and I was sent back to the ward. I don't know anything.

He stayed with me until midnight.

I was a little annoyed by him, and said, "Don't you need to go back and rest first?"

"I'm also a doctor," he smiled, "but today I just rest and stay with you"

He also looks good when he smiles, sunny and handsome.

When he came to my ward early the next morning, I was still awake. I only felt the cold hand covering my forehead. Then I opened my eyes and saw him. He was wearing a white coat and was testing my temperature with his hands. It was pitch black. My shadow is still in my eyes.

He said lightly: "Are you awake?"

I pushed his hand away, looked at the table, there were only a few fruits on the fruit plate, and complained: "Shouldn't you bring chicken soup to the patient?"

He laughed: "You just woke up, you can't eat too much tonic, you have to get used to it for a while"

When I asked him when I would be discharged from the hospital, he just made a call, put the phone at a distance, and looked at me: "You just woke up, you won't be discharged so soon"

I said I wanted to go out for a walk.

He gently rubbed the back of my head with his hand, and said, "Xiao Zhao, wait a day or two, and when you feel better, I will take you out. I called some of your friends over, and you have to talk to them first." Xuxu, Fatty, do you still remember? He shouted to see you after he knew you woke up, and Xiao Linzi kept talking about going to play with you..."

He was rambling on, I didn't remember any of the people he mentioned, felt upset for no reason, and interrupted him rudely: "Enough, I don't even remember."

He bent down halfway, his eyes were at the same level as mine, he patted my back lightly, and said, "It's okay, Xiao Zhao, you'll remember it later, it doesn't matter if it doesn't work."

A nurse hurriedly knocked on the door: "Dr. Jiang, there is an operation here, hurry up..."

He said yes, waited for the nurse to walk away, and held the back of my neck to kiss me.

I automatically ducked because it felt weird.

He looked hurt.

The chubby nurse aunt came and wanted to dry clean my body.I don't like the process of being treated like a dead fish, took the towel in her hand, and just said: "I will do it myself"

Another man came in, carrying an insulated box of chicken soup.

He shouted at the top of his voice, "Xiao Zhao, you've woken up!"

I looked up at the man who was about the same age as Jiang Huaiyuan, a little confused: "Who are you?"

He was a little dazed, and said, "Xiao Zhao, have you forgotten me?"

"..."

He put the chicken soup in a snow-white porcelain bowl, and said with a smile, "I'm Song Qi, your seventh brother...hey, Huaiyuan asked me to bring you the soup"

I tentatively asked him: "Jiang Huaiyuan... is my boyfriend?"

He froze again and said, "Did he say that?"

I asked if it was, and he said yes, and said that I had chased him before, but I had never been able to catch him.

A light cough outside the door interrupted our conversation, Jiang Huaiyuan pushed the door open and walked in quickly.Song Qi wanted to say something and then closed her mouth.

Jiang Huaiyuan asked me: "Xiao Zhao, is there anything uncomfortable today?"

I said no, it was hard to be in the ward.

He said that he called a friend for me, and said that three or four strange faces were crowded by the door, each with a childish smile on their faces.

I looked at them in a daze.

"Xiao Zhao, you're awake," a tall, tall boy with black-rimmed glasses yelled as soon as he entered the door, and opened his hands to come over, "I miss you so much!"

"Zhao Zhao, how are you doing now?" The girl in the red skirt next to me asked me, but looked at Jiang Huaiyuan with a questioning look.

Behind him was a small boy who jumped over all of a sudden, as if he was about to jump over before he could say a word.

Jiang Huaiyuan and Song Qi each stopped one: "Don't get too excited, he just woke up, so don't be so noisy"

There was a lot of noise in the ward, which made my head hurt. Looking at the strange faces, I didn't know what to say for a while, so I nodded embarrassingly at them one by one.

Jiang Huaiyuan pointed to me one by one: "Fatty, A Mao, Xiao Linzi"

The man in glasses, the girl in the red skirt, and the little man laughed one after another, indicating that he was the one who was pointed out.

The little man was a little surprised: "What's the matter? You don't remember me?"

I nodded awkwardly.

The fat man touched his head and looked at me with pity.

"His illness...what should I say?" Song Qi gave up the only chair to Jiang Huaiyuan.

Jiang Huaiyuan gently pulled the chair away and put his hands in his pockets.

"The indicators are stable." He half-bent down and rubbed my face, "It just takes time to recover the memory."