Chapter 27 twenty six

Jiang Xiaofeng's sudden departure became the biggest news among the students.Many people studied the reasons for his departure.The physical estrangement between Jiang Xiaofeng and Yu Zhiyun these days has already made many people think that there is a third party between them, and Jiang Xiaofeng's sudden departure confirmed this statement even more. Some people say that Zhiyun moved on and got a new boyfriend.But she couldn't tell who her new boyfriend was.Some people also said that Jiang Xiaofeng had a childhood sweetheart in China, and after experiencing vicissitudes abroad, he went back to find his childhood partner.Anyway, Jiang Xiaofeng's departure left Zhiyun with bitterness and embarrassment.Even some foreign students talked behind their backs.

Helena is broken in love and her fiancé is gone.they said. Zhiyun's life seems to have lost her laughter forever, although she tried her best to live a good life, dig Jiang Xiaofeng out of her heart, regain her energy to be a human being, and don't care about or think about anything except studying.Things are so difficult, Jiang Xiaofeng is like a possessed ghost, always turning around in her mind.On the morning of his departure, he called her at the airport. Zhiyun, can I change the ticket?Come back with me.Jiang Xiaofeng said. No, absolutely impossible.Zhiyun answered coldly. So, come back to me.He is praying.

Not to mention.She answered more firmly. Zhiyun, I know you will, you will.He said that again. If I say no, I won't.Zhiyun said affirmatively and angrily.She couldn't bear his smart idea. Well, Jiang Xiaofeng remained silent, as if deliberately avoiding arguing with her.Zhiyun, take good care of yourself, I will write to you when I get back.You see, I haven't left yet, and I'm already missing you.He breathed lightly. I don't need you to think or read your letter.Dajiang, I will never forgive you, I hate you.Zhiyun said mercilessly. Zhiyun, don't say that, don't forget that I am always waiting for you, come to me.Zhiyun, I don't want to leave you at all. Jiang Xiaofeng wanted to say something, but she interrupted him impatiently.

Stop talking, I already knew what you said, because you want to create our song, you have to go back, that is your ideal, more important than anything else.right!I am right!Then please go to create it!Please don't bother me again, I hate you, I hate that song you made, I hate your thoughts and actions, and I hate why I used to be so good with you.Fortunately, everything is over now, I just had a nightmare Zhiyun, Zhiyun Jiang Xiaofeng called repeatedly on the other end of the phone.Zhiyun didn't stop at all, and continued in one go: Please do not write to me, I will not read it, let alone reply to you.Dajiang, do you know that you betrayed me, you are sorry for my love for you, and I will never forgive you.After Zhiyun finished speaking, she put down the phone with a snap, and put it down so hard, as if she wanted to put down the relationship that had tortured her for a long time.

She didn't go to class that day. She stayed alone in the dormitory for a whole day and shed tears all day. She had imagined that Jiang Xiaofeng would finally change his mind and not go back, and would come to the dormitory to find her. He really is gone.To him, our song is indeed more important than his love with her, what kind of insult and harm does this do to her?She really started to hate Jiang Xiaofeng, not only hated him, but also hated the invisible and powerful third party, what Chinese music, what our song!She wanted to dig them out from her heart with Jiang Xiaofeng. That night, Yingge came back from the hospital and saw Zhiyun's gloomy expression, and he asked:

Helena, are you sick?Why do you look so bad? Zhiyun sat in front of the desk with his cheek propped on one hand, staring blankly at Yingge, silent.Inge stared at her for a while, then smiled and said: You must have quarreled with Da Jiang again, right?The same goes for the two of you, why are you just like children, you are always fighting each other lately, the two of you are so close, there is nothing to talk about. Yingge, Dajiang is gone.Zhiyun took down the hand that was supporting her face, rubbed her own long hair, and stared blankly at the opposite white wall. Dajiang is gone?Where did it go?Inge noticed.

back home. Back home?Didn't you say he has changed his mind and wants to stay here? He refused, he told me to go back with him, I refused, he left by himself.Zhiyun frowned sadly. If you refuse to go back to China now, you will always go back after finishing your studies. He should wait for you. No, it was because I would not go back after finishing school that he was determined to go back.Zhiyun said frankly. Helena, I don't understand why you don't want to go back after finishing school?I always feel that in other countries, no matter how good it is, it is not as good as my own.For example, my professor always tells me to stay, so I am reluctant. Of course Germany is good, but unfortunately she is not my own country. You may laugh at me for exaggerating. I think the air in Israel Different from here.In fact how could it be any different?Just because it is my own country, I think she is better and kinder than other places.I believe this is a common idea shared by citizens of any race and any country, don't you think so?From your usual conversation, I know that you care about your country very much and miss your parents and younger siblings very much. Why do you refuse to go back?Inge looked at Zhiyun puzzled.

I can't tell, I just can't go back.Inge, you Jews will not understand the situation and thinking of the Chinese people today.When I went abroad, no one thought I should go back, especially my parents.I'll disappoint them by going back, well, not only.Anyway, I can't go back.Zhiyun explained hurriedly.Ignoring what impression such a statement would have made Inger on her parents.Sure enough, Inge thought for a moment and said: I don't understand why your parents will be disappointed when you return to China. My parents are the opposite. If I don't go back, they will be disappointed!

Wu Zhiyun couldn't continue talking. Hai Lanna, do you think it makes sense for Da Jiang to go back to play Chinese music? Well, of course there is meaning.Zhiyun said hesitantly. Do you still love Da Jiang?Inge asked, pinching. Wu Zhiyun couldn't answer for a long time, and after pondering for a long time, he hesitated and said: I don't love him anymore, I hate him. Helena, don't be stubborn.It wouldn't be so painful if you didn't love him anymore.You don't really hate him either, you just want yourself to hate him. Zhiyun was speechless. Helena, I suggest you go back to your country and find him.Inge looked at her encouragingly.

No, I can not.Inge, I really can't.Zhiyun's head shook violently.The helplessness in her eyes made her look like a child who couldn't find a home. Helena, how hard you are to be understood!Inger sighed. More than ten days after Jiang Xiaofeng left, the first letter arrived.Zhi Yunyuan said that she would never read his letter, but when she realized that the handwriting on the envelope was Jiang Xiaofeng's, she forgot that sentence and quickly opened it.Jiang Xiaofeng wrote two full sheets, describing his first impressions when he returned to the motherland where he had been parted for eight years.He said that he went back to the small town where he grew up, and said that the people there were simple and kind, just like before, the difference is that there are many new houses, and the children have grown into adults, and many old people have died.He went to see his mother's grave and lingered there for a long time.He stayed in Taipei for two days and felt: like a stranger, so strange that he thought he was in a certain country in Europe.New buildings abound, the cityscape has been completely changed, and people's living standards are completely different from eight years ago. They have improved a lot, and the rate of economic development is astonishing.This is a remarkable achievement. For a society to be stable, people's lives must be prosperous.It is said that there are many amazing constructions, and I have to go and see them later.He is full of praise for all material achievements.With regard to spiritual thoughts and customs, the complaints are even greater: what people think, say, hear, and see are all Westernized, neither Chinese nor Western.The streets are full of noisy and decadent music, even a five-year-old child can sing it, and even this kind of music is imported!Although Pingju has not disappeared, it has not aroused the general interest of young people.After visiting the bookstore twice, I got the impression that general literary and artistic works lack the spirit of the times, and their vision cannot escape the small world of personal sorrow and joy.Some fashionable writers invented some very difficult Westernized Chinese, so Westernized that it no longer looks like Chinese characters.I also looked through the newsstands on the side of the street, and was very disappointed. There were very few genuine literary or academic publications, but yellow, black, soft pink, and martial arts novels were the most, and there were works of all kinds.Seventy percent of the posters at the entrance of the movie theater are either romantic love or murder and martial arts.This kind of cultural pollution and cultural corruption is really heart-wrenching.I think people's lives are so good now, they are too intoxicated by the prosperity of the economy, and the society is too peaceful for this to happen.Maybe we need a shock, so that ordinary people who are living in a daze can pick themselves up and review the current situation.After making such a lot of complaints, he happily talked about our song again:

During the three or four days since I came back, I have already met with Lin Xinrong and several other friends who are interested in music. When I talked about my plan, they all agreed.We are planning to organize a choir to sing everywhere, sing our own songs, and resist the foreign music.On the second day after I came back, I started sorting out the songs I composed in the past, and when I saw the song you wrote: Our song and the same moon, I didn’t know how deep my feelings were.Zhiyun, remember?How beautiful and wonderful those days on the mountain were!Yours, our song, will be the first song our choir sings.Maybe you're wondering, where is my choir?My choir is the teachers and students of the middle school I studied in the past. The principal is the old principal when I was a student. He said that this work is very meaningful. He not only supports me, but also appeals to local people and students’ parents Come support me. Everything is born from the root, and music is the same. It must be initiated by the general public. After returning, I feel that this idea is correct.I think, let’s plant the seeds from this small town first, and over time, it will germinate and thrive, grow into shade, and extend to the city and everyone’s heart.Finally, he wrote: Without you, I am not a complete person, the pain often binds me like a rope, Zhiyun, come back, let us create our songs together, and fulfill our ideals together Zhiyun pinched the two densely written papers, and big tears dripped down.After she was tormented by such deep pain and longing, this letter was nothing more than a painkiller, giving her infinite fascination.But what followed was still resentment, a feeling of being neglected and insulted.She was determined not to forgive Jiang Xiaofeng under any circumstances, and of course she would not give him a single piece of paper.snort!Go back and create our song with him!Tell him to dream alone! She crumpled up Jiang Xiaofeng's letter and threw it into the wastebasket.Although I threw it so hard, I didn't throw out the depression in my heart at all.Finally she retrieved it again, flattened it, and folded it in a drawer. After class that day, Zhiyun called Yangzijiang Restaurant to find Jinghui.Prepare the first sentence to blame Jinghui for not being enough friends.Jinghui would not be ignorant of Jiang Xiaofeng's return to China, but Jinghui has never come to see her or seen her, what kind of friend is this?Her mood will not be good, the loneliness is so painful that it is almost unbearable, and she needs the comfort of friends. Doesn't Jinghui even have this? It was Yang Wenyan who answered the phone. is that you?Yu Zhiyun, Liao Jinghui asked me to call you, I tried several times, but you were not there.Yang Wenyan seemed to be busy, and said in a hurry. you called me?I have no idea.It was only then that Zhiyun remembered that he had told the people in the dormitory: Whenever a man called, he would say that Helana was not there.She meant to be angry with Jiang Xiaofeng.Thinking that he won't really leave, he will call her again and beg her to go with him, so she refuses to answer his call.Unexpectedly, Jiang Xiaofeng really left, and no one could get through to her by calling her.Jinghui told you to call, why didn't she call me herself?she asked. Liao Jinghui is sick and lying at home!Vomit and vomit. Ouch!What disease?Have you seen the doctor? I've seen it, it's not a disease.Yang Wenyan couldn't help laughing.She has a baby. Have a child?Zhiyun was greatly surprised. She said she wanted to find you, but she was too sick to get out of bed.You go and see her, okay?Yang Wenyan said. OK, I'm going to see her now. Zhiyun went to Jinghui's house, knocked on the door twice, and heard a cat-like voice coming from inside: Who is it?The door is open. Zhiyun pushed the door open and went in, and saw Jinghui lying listlessly on the bed, maybe she heard someone calling the door and remembered, her upper body was straightened up, her eyes were looking at the door, her posture was like a lioness eagerly watching. How did you become so weird?Zhiyun walked to the bed and stared at Jinghui, who had a withered complexion and lost a lot of weight. Seeing that it was Zhiyun, Jinghui immediately lay down on the pillow again. Don't mention it, it hurts me to death. Why don't you take your medicine?I heard that there is that kind of pill, and I don't vomit and feel sad after taking it.Zhiyun sat on the chair opposite the bed. The doctor gave me medicine, but I don't want to take it.Jinghui shook her head. why do not you eat? I am afraid that eating it will have any adverse effects on children. It's amazing, maternal love is great, let's start now!Zhiyun pretended to be relaxed and smiled.He also said: In fact, there will be no adverse effects. Never mind!It's better to be careful.Jinghui raised her eyes on the pillow to look at Zhiyun.If you want to smoke, just take it out, I don't care. I stopped smoking a long time ago.Zhiyun said calmly. Stop smoking?That's good.Jinghui pondered for a while, before she said with deep meaning: No matter what the situation is, don't ruin yourself. These words deeply touched Zhiyun's pain, she lowered her eyelids and remained silent. well!Da Jiang's temper is also really strange.Jinghui raised her head from the pillow and sighed repeatedly.Two days before he left, he came to our place and told us that he was going back to China, and asked Yang Wenyan and me to take care of you and help you.We asked him: Why do you want to go back?He said he had to go back and promote our song.It is said that some things that happened recently gave him a big shock and made him feel oppressed.Yang Wenyan asked him, who oppressed him?He said that a sense of mission oppressed him, and this feeling made him extremely painful, so he thought about it, and decided to go back and fulfill his wish immediately.Jinghui said incessantly.Zhiyun always lowered his eyelids, didn't move, didn't talk, just listened carefully.Jinghui looked at her and continued: Yang Wenyan advised him not to be so naive and idealistic, and advised him to finish his degree and stay abroad!It's a pity that others can't get this opportunity if they ask for it.Dajiang is not happy yet!It is said that if every intellectual only seeks to protect himself and regards personal interests as the main premise, who will take care of the affairs of the nation or society?Yang Wenyan said that in fact, it is not only oneself who only care about his own interests, but also the nation and society, all of which will benefit indirectly.Dajiang, your talent is recognized by both Chinese and foreigners. Why don’t you work hard for two years, get a degree, settle down here, and work hard on new music composition?In the future, if you compete with foreign musicians and achieve success, not only will your name be passed down, but you will also win face for the Chinese people. Isn’t it considered as doing your best for the nation-state?Unexpectedly, Da Jiang had another theory.He said I don't want my name to be passed down.I also don't want to just fight for the Chinese people's face, that's not enough for me, I want to directly do some work to arouse the self-esteem and self-consciousness of the nation, and put myself into it.Yang Wenyan said again: Dajiang, don't be so stupid, you feel safe here, guess what Dajiang said?He said: For a Chinese, this sense of security is false.A person who has no self-confidence in his own nation will never have a real sense of security.Jinghui spoke for a while and then sighed again and again.Yang Wenyan said everything he could say, but he still couldn't shake Dajiang's determination to go back.well!Oe, this man!really Zhiyun listened silently from beginning to end without interjecting a word.She had heard Jiang Xiaofeng say these words many times, but when she heard Jinghui say these words at this moment, she felt particularly harsh, as if she was being stabbed by something, and the sharp pain made her overwhelmed.She rested one hand on the arm of the chair, lost in thought.Jinghui was so stuffy, she couldn't vomit quickly, and continued: In the end, I couldn't bear it any longer, and asked Da Jiang: What about Yu Zhiyun when you go back?He answered happily, saying: Yu Zhiyun will go back to find me.Yu Zhiyun, did you agree that he will go back first, and you will go to him in the future? What did you say?Zhiyun turned back from deep thought and asked in a daze. I asked you if you have an appointment?You will find him in the future. No way, I'll never go to him.Zhiyun changed his sitting position, and there was no smile on his pale face.Seriously said: Jinghui, if you are really my good friend, don't mention Jiang Xiaofeng to me again.I don't want to hear about him anymore, I don't want to think about him anymore, and I don't want to hear his name again.I hate his theories, his style, and his ruthlessness.Jinghui, don't mention him again, I hate him, I want to forget him Jinghui wanted to say something at first, but when she looked up and saw two lines of tears streaming down Zhiyun's small nose, she was so frightened that she couldn't say anything. Zhiyun took out a handkerchief from his handbag and wiped his eyes.road: Don't worry about me, I'll be fine.Since going abroad, I don't know how many tears I have shed. This is the last time I shed tears.I want to stay abroad, I want to live happily and well, so I ask Da Jiang to take a look.She really stopped crying, her back was straightened, her face was slightly raised, and she looked very confident. That's good, I agree with your attitude, Yu Zhiyun.Jing Hui let out a sigh of relief. Seeing that you have lost a lot of weight, you must have no appetite to eat.What do you want to eat?I'll go buy it, or make it for you.Zhiyun has recovered from the low tide, and said enthusiastically. I have everything, it's all in the fridge.Yu Zhiyun, go and boil some water. There is a bowl of chicken soup in the refrigerator. Yes, there is a bag of wontons in the freezer. Get it for the two of us to eat!Jinghui leaned on the pillow and made gestures and gestures. Zhiyun turned on the electric stove, boiled water according to Jinghui's instructions, made chicken soup, and opened the frozen carton of wontons. Where did you buy the wontons?Zhiyun took out the wontons in a transparent plastic bag. where to buy?It was Yang Wenyan who brought it back from the restaurant. There is a restaurant that is different.Ma'am, how is business doing recently?Zhiyun stirred the wontons in the pot with a wooden ladle, while turning his face to talk to Jinghui. now!Jinghui smiled openly, and straightened her upper body like a lion.Now it's really getting into the situation.Last Sunday alone we made a net profit of a thousand marks.Yang Wenyan said: If we continue to develop like this, our second restaurant will come out in two years. Terrible, really rich, Liao Jinghui has become a rich woman. The word rich woman is really ugly, it simply means uneducated.Jinghui protests.The smile on his face grew thicker. That can't be helped, you are a rich woman!What kind of culture does a rich woman need!Da Jiang once said: money corrupts human nature. It's Dajiang again.You mentioned him first. Zhiyun immediately stopped talking vigilantly.The wontons were also cooked, and she served them in two bowls, one for Jinghui on the bed, one for herself, and the two of them drank the soup slowly with spoons facing each other. Life is not as easy as Zhiyun imagined, even though she wants to forget Jiang Xiaofeng, in fact it is not easy to do.No matter walking on the street, in school, in the library, or in Marlene Square, she always felt his shadow.Several times when she walked out of the dormitory gate at dusk, she wondered if it would be the same as before: Jiang Xiaofeng's slender figure suddenly appeared in the twilight, calling Zhiyun, and walking across the street with big strides.There is a lock of hair waving on her forehead, music is in her eyes, a smile is drawn at the corner of her mouth, and two white canine teeth are vaguely exposed. When she understands that all this is just a fantasy, a memory that will never come again, sadness is like A solid and heavy bell firmly covered her. Jiang Xiaofeng often wrote letters, writing about his deep love for her, asking her to go back, writing about how he was organizing a choir, how he devoted himself to promoting our songs, and about the difficulties he encountered. Most people still cannot accept our songs, and there is no source of funds.But I am not discouraged at all, I can endure loneliness, because I know this loneliness is not forever, there will be a day when all Chinese people will sing our song.Once wrote: Many people ridiculed me, spent so much effort, but did not get much effect.They will know that those who plant a tree with seeds may not necessarily see it blossom and bear fruit. This is a long-term work.Another time I wrote: just stand on the sidelines and watch, the ideal will always be just an ideal. If you really devote yourself to it and do it regardless of success or failure, the ideal will become a reality.The last sentence is always the same: Zhiyun, I am waiting for you, waiting for you forever. She never wrote back to him, telling herself again and again: He failed my heart for him, I'm sorry, I've already forgotten him, and it's not uncommon for me to read his letters.But if his letter does not come by then, disappointment will weigh on her heart like a huge stone. Several times, she found out the ring that Jiang Xiaofeng gave her, and the one-way ticket back to China that was stuffed in her purse, looked over it over and over, and put it back in the box after reading it. Jiang Xiaofeng left, and Yu Zhiyun lost his love.People are still saying that. Zhiyun didn't want to see those eyes of sympathy and pity, she tried her best to hide from everyone, even Jinghui didn't want to see it, because Jinghui was so proud, either her restaurant or the child in her belly.Zhiyun feels that she has been surprisingly fragile recently, and a casual word or incident from others will greatly stimulate her.She began to hate Munich and felt that it was not a place for her to stay any longer.But go there instead of staying in Munich?She has a scholarship here, how can she live elsewhere? Jiang Xiaofeng's departure rekindled the hope of many people who had pursued Zhiyun, and launched various attacks against her.However, she has no interest in any of them.Not only is she not interested in them, but in everything, including herself and her studies. She even thought about going back, but she remembered what her mother said repeatedly: All the strength of our family is invested in you.Don't forget to support your younger siblings.So-and-so's daughter is so upbeat that she married a ╳╳expert abroad.So-and-so's family immigrated to the United States, all because of his daughter's idea.So-and-so's daughter was so disappointing, she went abroad for a trip, but she still couldn't get married, and then slipped back with nowhere to go. I also thought of Chen Lingling's pride: Dawei and I are going to travel around the world.Zeng Manlin said in a recent letter: I will definitely get my Ph.D. next year.I never had the courage to go back.go back?How could there be such an absurd idea!The one who has the means will go back?If she really went back so desperately, how could her parents bear the blow?What face do you have to see others?People will also say: Yu Zhiyun went to a foreign country and came back with nothing to lose, so he must be unable to hang out outside!Of course she can't go back. Zhiyun fell into extreme loneliness and depression. It's almost summer break.Inge thought every day that her brother was coming to Munich, and planned how to take him to play.Others were also preparing to leave for the holiday, and at this moment, Zhiyun was admitted to the hospital. Zhiyun suffered from acute pneumonia, which was caused by being exposed to rain in a British park. Zhiyun received another letter from Jiang Xiaofeng that day, and he said he missed her and told her to go back.So, she went to the British Park alone. This was the first time since he left. She always restrained herself and refused to go. Sitting on a mahogany bench by the lake, she watched the empty boats on the lake, the wild ducks and whooper swans, and the rippling water of the lake.When I ran out of the park in the pouring rain, my whole body was as wet as if I had just climbed out of the river.That night, she had a persistent cough, nausea, and fever.Inge said that she had caught a cold and told her to take two cold medicines. Unexpectedly, not only were they ineffective, but her fever was getting higher and higher instead.When Inger came back from the hospital the next afternoon, she saw that her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were slightly closed, she was coughing non-stop, and her temperature was over 40 degrees Celsius.I was shocked, and it was almost concluded that it was acute pneumonia.After discussing with Miss Smith, I immediately called an ambulance and sent Zhiyun to the University Hospital. Zhiyun fell asleep in a daze for several days, as if in a trance, he was at home in the family area of ​​Bank of Taipei. It's like listening to the wind chimes under the Chinese Pagoda in the English park with Jiang Xiaofeng.I vaguely heard him say: Zhiyun, you write the lyrics, I compose the music, and we collaborate on our songs. It was also as if he was walking on the plane with a suitcase, turned his head and looked at her reluctantly, and said: I will wait for you, I will wait for you forever. She wept and said: Da Jiang, don't go, I won't look for you. The sun is always so big, it burns her body like burning, so she thinks she has returned to the subtropical Taiwan. Da Jiang, are we back yet?She asked Jiang Xiaofeng. He was looking at her obsessively, with the lock of hair waving on his forehead, and music in his eyes.She is very familiar with this face and the expression on it, and she will never forget it in her life. But this familiar shadow suddenly disappeared, and when she looked carefully again, she realized that it was her mother, and the person next to her smoking a pipe was her father.Dad, Mom, I miss you so much.She couldn't help but say. The parents were still looking at her sadly, and the mother said: why are you coming backHave you forgotten how much effort I put into going abroad for you?Mother looked very tired, which made her very unbearable. Mom, I can't help but come back, I'm not happy staying there at all, it's so cold in there Just as she was talking, she saw snowflakes as big as goose feathers floating down in disorder, all over the sky, her umbrella was blown off by the wind, and the high heels on the soles of her boots were stuck in the snow and could not be pulled out. Can't you find your way?Can I help you?A man who speaks German is asking. She turned her head and recognized that it was He Shaoxiang.He sent her to the music academy, and pushed open the heavy door for her.As she went up the wide granite stairs, she heard someone playing a piano, and the sound was so beautiful.The snowflakes outside are still drifting, drifting, there is nothing but snow in the whole world, everywhere is white, eyes are full of white, the sound of the piano is still playing, snow is still drifting, eyes are full of white Zhiyun finally woke up from the coma and opened his eyes. She found herself lying in the hospital ward, the air smelled of alcohol and cotton wool.The curtains, walls, roof, and bed sheets are all white, and her heart is also white. As soon as the door opened, a middle-aged nurse in a white coat and a white hat came in.ah!Miss Yu, you are awake.The nurse said with a kind smile. did i sleep for a long timeZhiyun asked.The sound was as faint as a mosquito's. It's not sleeping, it's coma, it's been three days.You are so ill that the doctor declared you out of danger this morning.The nurse took her temperature. oh?Zhiyun was taken aback, he didn't expect to come back after making a circle outside the gate of hell. You have a good rest!You should be able to eat something now.There is still some heat, and it will take another two or three days to subside.The nurse looked at the thermometer and said. Is this the first class ward?Why do I live alone?Zhiyun thought about money.The student's medical insurance can only live in the third-class ward, and it costs a lot of money to live in the first-class ward, and money is what she lacks the most. Yes.This is first class.The nurse simply answered. Whose idea told me to live first class?Wu Zhiyun was so anxious that he almost got up from the bed and walked away. It means Dr. Rosenthal and a Chinese gentleman.Originally, you lived in the third-class ward.They insisted that you move to the first class, and specially hired Professor Langsdorf, the director of the Department of Respiratory Organs, to treat you, saying that all expenses would be borne by them.I am their designated special nurse.said the nurse. oh?Dr. Ingrossenta was Inge.But who is that Mr. China?Could it be that Jiang Xiaofeng is back?Zhiyun's heart beat fast thinking about it, but almost immediately, she felt that this was unlikely, so she concluded that the Chinese gentleman was Yang Wenyan, and Jinghui must have sent him here.Thinking about it this way, she asked again: Has anyone visited me these days? No one is allowed to visit you when you are sick. Only Dr. Rosenta came in because she is the doctor of this hospital! Could you please call Dr. Rosenta for me?Ask her to come later. OK, let me give you a try.The nurse said and went out.After a while, I came back and said sorry: I called the surgery and they said that Dr. Rosenta hadn't been in for five days and she was in France for a seminar. Zhiyun was extremely disappointed, thought for a while, and said: Then please call another friend for me and tell her to come and see me, okay?She wanted to find Jinghui. No, the doctor just ordered that no one should be allowed in until the fever subsides.The nurse smiled, but there was no room for negotiation in her tone. Wu Zhiyun remained silent, just staring at the blue sky outside the window in a daze. For three consecutive days, Zhiyun lay alone on the hospital bed. She felt that she had been exiled to the North Pole. There was only ice and snow that filled the sky, which was so cold that her heart and lungs were cold.In loneliness and sickness, nostalgia takes advantage of the void.She misses her family and friends, Taipei, and Jiang Xiaofeng, but when she suddenly realizes that all these pains come from Jiang Xiaofeng, and even this disease is caused by him, she puts her love and nostalgia for him , Turned into real resentment and hatred.She thought that this illness was nothing more than a spiritual baptism for her. From then on, there would be no shadow of Jiang Xiaofeng in her life, and he had been completely washed away. Zhiyun spent three days thinking wildly in bed, and on the fourth morning, the fever had completely subsided. After breakfast, the doctor allowed her to get out of bed and take a walk for a quarter of an hour.She came down and walked around the house twice, stood in front of the window to look at the garden outside, and kept looking at the mirror. She could see that she had lost a lot of weight, her pink cheeks had turned pale, and her eyes had widened again, with dark pupils filled with resentment.She washed her face and combed her long hair. As soon as she got back to bed, the nurse said that the Chinese gentleman had come to see her. Please come in!Zhiyun couldn't wait to call.I was so excited that I immediately got up again, put the pillow against the head of the bed, and leaned on it.I thought that when Yang Wenyan came, there was no reason for Jinghui to come differently.The pain these days, and the isolation without seeing people, made her look forward to seeing her friends too much.She has a lot to say to Jinghui, and she wants to thank them.Although they are good friends, this kind of sincerity is not a friendship that can be taken for granted.She couldn't express how moved and grateful she was for this friendship. The door opened.Zhiyun was greatly taken aback. It wasn't Jinghui and Yang Wenyan who came in, but He Shaoxiang, who hadn't heard from him or seen him for more than a year.