Chapter 100 Life is so vibrant. Outside the corridor...
The light outside the corridor outlined the figure of that person, a tall woman wearing a nurse's cap and uniform.
Chen Song slowly loosened his five fingers that were tightly gripping the quilt, lowered his eyes and looked at the gray quilt. Suddenly, everything around him became bright and a little dazzling. Chen Song blinked and smelled the aroma of food.
The nurse pushed the cart to the bedside and pressed the button on the bedside. A small table rose in front of Chen Song and the nurse placed the food on it one by one.
"Mr. Chen," the voice sounded like the nurse who had helped him that afternoon, "it's time for dinner."
On the small table lay four dishes and a soup: two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes: sweet and sour pork ribs, stir-fried beef, dry-pot cauliflower, shredded potatoes with vinegar, and egg and loofah soup. Chen Song's Adam's apple moved slightly; after a day of practice, he was hungry.
These were all Chen Song's favorites, and Chen Song knew they were all made by Gu Xingjue. Ever since he was able to eat, Gu Xingjue had personally prepared nutritious meals for him. At first, the appearance and taste weren't very impressive, but practice makes perfect, and over time, Gu Xingjue's cooking skills improved.
Gu Xingjue would calculate Chen Song's bedtime and rush out to cook a few dishes. Even if Chen Song wasn't asleep, he'd still check in. If anything happened, he'd call him, and he'd be right back without a word. Every time he brought food over, Gu Xingjue would be a bit embarrassed, then eagerly ask Chen Song if it tasted good. If not, he'd refuse.
Chen Song was speechless. He glanced at him indifferently and continued eating. Gu Xingjue was always happy to see Chen Song know how to eat.
Chen Song picked up his chopsticks and paused for a moment, dazed, remembering that he had cooked for Gu Xingjue in the same way during those three years, feeling nervous and expecting Gu Xingjue's response.
Chen Song looked up at the door. There was no one at the door, but there was a figure lying on the ground.
Following Chen Song's gaze, the nurse looked back out the door and saw the figure on the ground. She smiled and said to Chen Song, "My name is Kray. Mr. Gu asked me to take care of you. Did you have a fight?"
Chen Song looked away and picked up a piece of beef and put it in his mouth. Chen Song's stomach had not recovered yet, and coupled with his previous stomach problems, Gu Xing would never let him eat anything too spicy, only adding a little bit of spice, and Chen Song could not taste the spiciness at all.
"Mr. Gu has been taking care of you for over a year since you fell asleep." Kray sat in a chair nearby, his tone filled with longing and yearning. "He's such a good lover. Everyone said you wouldn't wake up again and told him to give up. He said he would stay by your side no matter what. He helped you turn your body every day to slow down the damage to your muscles and cells."
"I heard from him that you're a doctor. I believe you're aware that your recovery is quite rapid. It's all thanks to him; he's taken such good care of you. It's just that you're a patient yourself, and with some psychological trauma, your emotions are unstable. Mr. Gu said you're a very gentle and strong person, and that you're only acting this way now because you're sick. I hope we'll bear with you."
"In fact, in our opinion, Mr. Gu is the gentle and strong one. But Mr. Gu said that it was because he had a good lover, and you taught him all these things. Mr. Gu is handsome and very patient, and he is very popular in our hospital. During this period, many men and women also showed their affection to him, but he rejected them one by one, saying that he already has the love of his life."
"So, Mr. Chen, please feel sorry for Mr. Gu sometimes. He's been having a hard time. He prayed to the gods and ate a vegetarian his whole life just to have you wake up. When I saw him over a year ago, he was much stronger than he is now, and his hair wasn't gray. God must have been moved by him, so he brought you back."
"Mr. Gu said he made a lot of mistakes in the past, which is why you're angry and refuse to wake up. Now that you've woken up, does that mean you've forgiven him? Isn't there an old Chinese saying that goes, 'A husband and wife quarrel, but they make up at the foot of the bed.' Considering his sincere apology, please forgive him. He truly loves you, so don't let happiness slip away, Mr. Chen."
"Let's defeat the disease together."
Chen Song's eyes turned red unconsciously. The sweet and sour pork ribs sauce had long lost its sweetness in his mouth, leaving only bitterness and sourness.
After dinner, Kray cleared the tableware and left. A few minutes later, several medical staff came over to give Chen Song a routine checkup. After confirming that nothing was wrong, they also left. He was left alone in the ward once again.
It was too quiet, and he couldn't sleep. He knew Gu Xingjue had been guarding the door the whole time. Whenever the medical staff opened the door, they could see the figure on the ground at the door. Gu Xingjue was always there, but he didn't come in.
Around eight o'clock, Kray came again and brought him a cup of hot milk: "Mr. Gu gave it to you. Drink it and you'll sleep well."
Chen Song held the milk in his hand, the warmth of the milk constantly transmitting through the glass. He bit the straw with his lips and drank slowly.
"Once upon a time there was an Elf Prince..."
Chen Song almost choked and coughed a few times, looking at Kray in surprise and a little embarrassment.
Kray smiled at him a little embarrassedly. She was holding a children's early education storybook in her hand: "Mr. Gu said that you need to listen to stories to fall asleep at night, so he asked me to tell you one."
Chen Song: “…”
"I usually see adult patients. I haven't had children myself, so I've never told stories to anyone. I'm sorry, but I might not be very good at it."
"No, no need. I, I can - sleep." Chen Song's pronunciation was still a little difficult and a little hurried.
Kray chuckled and said, "Okay, then, once you've reconciled, I'll let Mr. Gu explain it to you. Oh, and by the way, you can speak now. Mr. Gu discussed it with the doctor and said he won't be arranging arm and leg training for the next few days. Take a break and focus on vocal cord training."
Chen Song hummed softly.
"Then you should have a good rest. I won't disturb you." Kray took the glass and left.
Perhaps it was the cup of hot milk that helped Chen Song sleep soundly. The next day, during voice training, Chen Song's recovery exceeded everyone's expectations. He could basically communicate normally, though his speech was slow and sometimes intermittent. He couldn't speak for too long, as it would hurt his vocal cords.
After the training, Kray pushed Chen Song out of the ward and went to the lawn downstairs to bask in the sun.
The early summer sun is bright and dazzling. Chen Song took off his hospital gown today and put on a soft light blue polo shirt and gray sweatpants. He wore a pair of beige Birkenstock retro shoes. He looked less lifeless and had a little vitality.
Kray said Mr. Gu bought it for him. This brand is well-known in Europe and the United States. It was founded by the young designer Jiang Yu, who has become popular in recent years. It is affordable and comfortable to wear, making it very popular among young people in Europe and the United States.
Kray was pushing Chen Song's wheelchair on the lawn. Suddenly, he bent down mysteriously and said to him, "Mr. Gu will give you a surprise today. You will definitely like it."
Chen Song glimpsed the clear blue sky through the dense green leaves, with white clouds surrounding the bright and dazzling sun, but there was no ripple in his heart.
Surprise...is that it?
The English word "surprise" emerged, and the scene of Gu Xingjue appearing at the door countless nights rushed into his mind.
Chen Song couldn't think of any other surprises that Gu Xingjue would have besides this method. He was too lazy to think about it any more. At this moment, he just wanted to empty his mind, bask in the sun, and breathe the fresh and free air, as if this was the only way to save his poor heart and dry body.
There were also many patients walking on the lawn, and a few children were flying kites. There was only a slight breeze today, so the kites could not fly, so they kept running, and the kites flew up and down, and they were having a lot of fun.
Before Chen Song's eyes was a peaceful and free green, bright light, a jewel-like blue sky, and children laughing and playing. The more beautiful the scene, the sadder Chen Song felt.
He was like a piece of ice that could not be melted, and the sunlight seemed to only burn him.
Chen Song's half-closed grey eyes were still filled with a dead and heavy mist, until a furry light yellow ball suddenly jumped out from beside his feet, running forward happily with its little tail raised.
Kray also stopped at some point, and Chen Song paused and followed the pale yellow little ball with his eyes.
Ahead was a small, downward slope. A pale yellow ball flapped its thin ears, like tiny wings that propelled it to flight. Its short legs stumbled as if it had just learned to walk, and it fell to the grass without noticing. Chen Song's heart tightened, and his hand unconsciously reached forward, as if anxiously wanting to hug it.
The pale yellow little ball was not afraid. It rolled over on the lawn for several times, revealing its round little belly. Finally, it slowly stopped on the flat lawn. It struggled to get up with a few whimpering sounds, shook its body and head, and continued to run forward crookedly with its little ears shaking, as if it was looking for something.
After a moment, it stopped, turned around and ran back. Chen Song saw its adorable face, running towards Chen Song with a teething bone toy hanging from its mouth. The uphill path was difficult to climb, and the little dumpling stumbled and fell back, rolling several times before falling back to the starting point with its limbs spread out and the toy in its mouth gone. Chen Song couldn't bear to get up and help it, but how could he help it?
He is not even as good as it now.
"Kray, can you please help it?" Chen Song said.
Kray smiled and said, "Mr. Chen, let's just trust it. It will definitely run on its own."
The little ball fluttered a few times, turned over, stumbled a foot, and quickly ran again, picked up the toy and turned around to run back. And the direction was straight towards Chen Song. Chen Song was a little confused as to why he was running towards him, but he was also looking forward to his arrival.
The little dumpling showed no fear and continued to run towards him with a smile on his face, his little ears twitching adorably. However, he still fell and rolled back halfway up the hill, and Chen Song's heart tightened again.
"Why don't you help it..."
"Leave it to it, Mr. Chen. This is its inevitable path, and we cannot deprive it of the courage to resist."
Chen Song paused and his breathing slowed down.
The courage to resist...?
When the little ball fell back to its starting point, it froze for a moment, then sat there for a moment, seemingly contemplating something. Just when Chen Song thought it had given up, it leaped up with vigor, retrieved its toy, and raced toward him, fearlessly and unstoppably running to his feet. It dropped its toy, sniffed the scent of his legs, then raised its head and wagged its tail at him, whirring happily, as if to say, "I found you! I found you!"
Chen Song's body, which could not be melted by the sun, now collapsed and disintegrated amid the barking of puppies.
As the breeze blew, his eyes suddenly filled with tears. It turned out that life was so vivid, stubborn, strong and moving.
"It likes you very much." Gu Xingjue's voice was low and slightly hoarse as the breeze blew, "Take it home."
"Let's raise it together, okay?"
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