Recognition
Ziqing, Ziqing, these two characters mean your lover. He called her Xiaolu, and he asked her to call her Ziqing, which was an intimate name between two people.
A strong wind blew in from the door, bringing a chill in the hot summer.
Fang Zhou shuddered and couldn't help but hug the person in her arms tighter, seeking warmth. She felt the person turn his head slightly, and his strong breath brushed against the sensitive skin behind her ear.
She remembered she had just made a mistake. Even if he recognized her, this person was Song Shiwen now, not the Hui Jiqing of the past. How could he recognize her? What would happen after he recognized her? How would they get along?
A young man in the prime of his life, and she, a fool on the run with no place to stay?
"I'm sorry, I got you wrong," she said.
Song Shiwen chuckled when he heard this.
Fang Zhou felt a drop of hot liquid falling on the back of his shoulder.
"I knew it." He murmured.
"You should be Song Shiwen." Fang Zhou tried to get out of his arms. "I heard from my brother that Shui Xi is my brother, and my name is Shui Fang Zhou."
"Fang Zhou?" Song Shiwen didn't have time to express his emotions about the first half of her sentence, and soon he felt a little surprised by her name.
Fang Zhou watched him laugh alone, head bowed, feeling slightly displeased. Just as he was about to ask for clarification, two more figures emerged from the doorway. With the light behind them, Fang Zhou couldn't immediately recognize Shuixi as the one standing behind them.
Song Shiwen tilted his head slightly, glanced at the door, and then suddenly leaned over and kissed Fang Zhou on the lips.
Fang Zhou's mind was blank. She could only think: He is kissing me. She could not think of anything else. She did not refuse or push away. Like a puppet, she let his lips touch hers.
It wasn't until she got used to the soft touch and decided it wasn't anything special, like a piece of braised pork against her lips, that she thought, was this person so deeply in her memory? Was he her original lover, Hui Jiqing, or was he Hui Jiqing's descendant, Song Shiwen? What should she do?
She had felt pained before when she wasn't remembered, but now, being recognized by an old friend, she was panic-stricken and at a loss.
Fang Zhou held his arms with both hands, guiding him away from her. She looked into his eyes, feeling the intense love emanating from those pupils hidden in the darkness, as if to wrap her tightly in his gaze. She had initially wanted to doubt his true intentions, but after seeing those eyes, she was hopelessly convinced that no matter what, she would choose to be with him.
The light in the room flicked on with a click. Fang Zhou was startled to see Shuixi had turned it on, looking slightly displeased. Her hand was still on the wall. Hui Zifeng stood before Shuixi, looking at her and Song Shiwen with empty eyes, wondering what she was thinking.
Shuixi gently pushed Hui Zifeng aside and walked towards Fang Zhou and Song Shiwen. At this point, Fang Zhou hadn't detected any anger in Shuixi. But as he approached, Fang Zhou was about to stand up when Shuixi scooped Song Shiwen up from the ground. Fang Zhou thought, this brother is actually thinking about taking care of others first? Who is Song Shiwen to him?
Then Shuixi punched Song Shiwen, knocking his head sideways and causing blood to flow from his mouth. Shuixi dragged him toward the window, trying to hit him again, but Fang Zhou quickly grabbed Shuixi's raised fist.
"Let go!" Shuixi said viciously.
When he was fierce, his fierce face actually looked a little more beautiful. But Fang Zhou wasn't afraid of him because of this, but because she possessed the strength to not be afraid. Seeing that Shui Xi was about to attack again after she couldn't persuade him, Fang Zhou grabbed his arm and used the force to climb up his body. She used one leg to stabilize her body and kicked Shui Xi in the face with the other leg.
She also wanted to be gentle and just separate Shuixi and Song Shiwen, but she was not very skilled, and in this situation, she could only act like this, and the harm and insult caused could not be reduced.
Shuixi was beaten and took a few steps back. Her anger disappeared and she returned to her usual gentle self in front of Ming Yan.
"How long have you known him? And you're on his side so quickly? Sister, do you know who he is? Why are you so close to him? What did he say to you?"
Fang Zhou didn't have time to answer. He just felt a headache. He reached out and touched his eyes, and saw a blood-red scene in front of his eyes.
Song Shiwen suddenly dropped to his knees, drawing everyone's attention. He simply sat down, assuming the air of a man who, even at the lowest level, still possessed the utmost dignity. He raised his hand, hooked his finger, and said to Shuixi, "Come here, my domestic animal! How dare you disobey me?"
Before he could finish his words, large mouthfuls of blood gushed out of his throat. He had to lie on the ground and gradually fell in a pool of his own blood.
The whole floor suddenly became lively. The sounds of shouting, running, people colliding with each other, and the sound of wheels sliding urgently gathered together in Fang Zhou's ears, making her upset and her head hurt even more. Soon after, those sounds slowly disappeared.
The lights in the operating room went out. Half a minute later, a doctor came out and was slightly surprised to see the people waiting there. But he knew them all.
Hui Zifeng sat on a bench, exuding an air of arrogance and nobility that stood out from the others. Shuixi stood beside him, standing upright between his master and his sister. His sister, leaning on her wheelchair, opened her eyes the moment someone emerged from the operating room. Naturally, she was also incredibly beautiful. Feng Liang leaned against the wall opposite Hui Zifeng, tilting his head to look at the operating room door.
These young children, all of them beautiful, are staying in a place like this and facing life and death. It really makes people feel sad.
The doctor walked straight towards Hui Zifeng, ignoring the patient's relatives closest to him. It was Hui Zifeng who stood up politely first and led Song Shiwen's mother and aunt to the doctor.
"He woke up suddenly and was able to run to the next ward. This is unheard of. His body was severely damaged all of a sudden. I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on for much longer. There's nothing anyone can do."
When Song Shiwen's mother heard this, her legs went weak immediately. Hui Zifeng quickly lent a hand and supported the poor woman who was about to lose her son in old age.
They had clearly said before that he could hold out for a few months, waiting for the right time to take final measures for treatment. All kinds of expensive medical equipment were being moved here. The prophet also said that Song Shiwen would recover. How could it be like this so suddenly?
"This patient's injuries cannot be ignored. He needs to rest well now and it's best not to run around." The doctor said, signaling the nurse behind him to send Fang Zhou back to the ward.
Shuixi and Hui Zifeng have a close relationship, and this young lady is Shuixi's sister. Anyone who observes can see who is more important.
The nurse was about to get sexually aroused, but Hui Zifeng raised his hand to block her without saying anything. However, the nurse stopped and looked at the doctor's expression. The doctor was also waiting for Hui Zifeng's instructions.
"No need." Hui Zifeng had to say something to maintain the superficial equality and harmonious relationship between the two parties. "We will take her back. Thank you very much for your trouble."
Before Hui Zifeng's polite words had faded, he looked at Fang Zhou impatiently. To him, the girl's face was still that of a stranger, an ordinary passerby, and he didn't feel any better about her because she was Shuixi's sister.
But this person was the embodiment of the feeling he had been desperately seeking.
What was wrong? Why was it an ordinary person? Before he was sure it was a person, he imagined how beautiful "it" was, and how it would make his soul feel peaceful and happy. Now that he had confirmed that the image that had been guiding him to pursue was a person, a weak woman just like him, Hui Zifeng was a little disappointed.
She looked exactly like the description in the book Song Shiwen had mentioned. Hui Zifeng suddenly realized a question he had overlooked: When was that book written? Fang Zhou, only seventeen or eighteen, was included in such a book? What unique past might Fang Zhou have had? Why did a decades-old song, a painting, and some undeciphered ancient texts all point to such an ordinary young girl?
Fang Zhou and Shui Xi, both of these people made him feel helpless.
Now, he no longer needed Song Shiwen. Earlier that day, Hui Zifeng had heard about the book from Song Shiwen's mother and found it in Song Shiwen's study. He then took the information he had accumulated over the years to Teacher Zhao Yuwei. Fortunately, Teacher Zhao had found the ancient Chinese dictionary and translated most of the text, so he rushed to the hospital in a panic and caught Fang Zhou and Song Shiwen kissing.
He had a headache. He didn't know which ones were true and which ones were false.
"Feng Liang!" Hui Zifeng nearly fell. He reached out his hand, and Feng Liang came over and held him steady. "Shuixi, take your sister back to rest first."
Fang Zhou's lifeless eyes suddenly cleared up, and he stood up with the help of his wheelchair. He ignored everyone and walked forward with his back to everyone.
Shuixi stepped back to stop him. His gaze lingered on Hui Zifeng several times. Between his duties as a servant in the Hui family and as a brother, Shuixi ultimately chose Fang Zhou. He ignored his sister's resistance, picked her up, and said in an irresistible tone, "Please, take care of yourself first. You're not the same as before, you need to stay in bed and rest."
The operating room door opened again. A bright light shone into the dim corridor. Having sensed the unusual atmosphere, Shuixi's steps seemed to be tripped by a sudden shadow in front of him. He turned around, and Fang Zhou also glanced over.
At this time, everyone else also looked at the door that should not be opened.
What happened to the patient?
Or perhaps... the doctors and nurses were a bit slow to react. The patient, who should have been lying on the operating table, hadn't woken up yet. Normally, even without the anesthesia, he wouldn't have woken up. But he was standing at the door of the operating room, holding onto it with both hands for support.
His face was haggard, like a ghost possessed by a dead body.
"He is..." Feng Liang's gaze shifted from Song Shiwen to Hui Zifeng, who was in his arms. His calm expression was filled with anticipation. "He is also you, Master Hui."
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