Chapter 193: It looks like an old friend

Qingcheng Xie stayed at the New York nursing home as arranged by the Wei family.

Dongheng Wei, as if afraid that he would suddenly run away, instead of 24-hour supervision, he sent someone to keep an eye on him every moment to make sure he would be alive.

In fact, Dongheng Wei should not be so nervous, since Qingcheng Xie has promised Xue Xie to cooperate with the cure, he will not go back on his word. Although this body is no longer useful to him, but as long as he needs a candle in the long dark night, he can continue to burn his body until it turns to ashes.

The treatment continued day after day, and the medicine was swallowed by the handful.

However, the effect of the treatment was not too good, Qingcheng Xie's spirit had collapsed. A person's body is like a container, when the container has been broken, can not be repaired, then no matter how much medicine is poured in, it will not help.

The only thing that can bring back some vitality to Qingcheng Xie is the work of organizing the data for Ciyan Qin.

This seems to be his last spiritual support.

Once he was abroad, things at home were like a sea of dust, and the difference between the mountains and the water was not only the distance, but also the time. Qingcheng Xie's days became extremely boring, tedious, and even depressing. He got up every morning at six o'clock to carefully organize and fix Ciyan Qin's notes, then went to the treatment, and came back after the treatment with an IV, and continued to face a table of data ......

The therapist told him not to overuse his eyes, so he set himself a lot of timers, resting his eyes every half hour, and when he rested he would go to the window and look out at the vast expanse of green grass and artificial lakes. Outside his window there was an unknown tree with pale pink flowers, which fell when the wind blew and floated on his desk, which, in addition to books and pens, only had the broken little fire dragon.

"I didn't think you'd like something cute like that." A nurse tried to chat with him, "Can I pick it up and look at it?"

Qingcheng Xie closed the book and looked at her quietly, "Sorry, please don't touch this one."

He was so uninteresting and reticent, his blind eyes and unblind eyes were sunk with the silent snow of rejection.

After months of coming to the United States, he has not shown even a single smile.

Admittedly, all this time he has received, and none too good news.

The Hiroshima military and police attack on Mandela Island failed, with heavy casualties, and Duan heard that there were weapons beyond the normal level of technology, both thermobaric and chemical weapons were very advanced.

According to the survivors, Mandela Island was transformed into a fortress with traps everywhere, like a monster floating on the surface of the sea, with its fishy mouth open, ready to devour any human who dares to come near it.

Not long after, news came from the Huzhou detention center that Rong Wei had lost consciousness in just 10 seconds due to a mental disorder during the interrogation and had recklessly revealed important information related to the organization, which triggered a confidential chip implanted in her body, which instantly injected toxins into her body, causing Rong Wei to twitch and foam at the mouth.

She died a painful and ugly death, but in the end it was a bargain, after all, she had not yet publicly thanked society, to the people she had killed, and had already died.

The news such as these made the coldness between Qingcheng Xie's eyebrows grow deeper and deeper.

He almost always has a slight frown on his face, even when he is asleep, but also never relaxed.

I have been in the United States for three months, walking dead, only the body alone, the soul has gone with whom I do not know, but also worried about the blow, blind ...... eyes clearly in the earth, but no different from hell.

And Yu He, I don't know if he hates him too much, after the initial dream of making love under the Ferris wheel, Qingcheng Xie never dreamed of him again.

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At Christmas time, the nursing home finally agreed to let Qingcheng Xie go out for a walk.

Of course, secretly there must be someone to follow, they dare not let the Wei family account over the people in trouble.

Qingcheng Xie put on a black tweed coat that seemed thicker and heavier than his person. He walked through the downtown neighborhood, the sky was slightly snowy, the Christmas tree was lit up with colored lights, and the road was full of people - couples, lovers, parents and children, families ...... who were busy with their pre-holiday shopping, walking through the streets carrying big bags and bags, with a big smile on their faces for Qingcheng Xie is very far away from the bright smile.

He was the only one alone.

He arrived in Brooklyn, where there was even more activity - he was finally here, where Ciyan Qin had studied as a young man.

Qin Lao once described a flower store to him, saying that besides going to the Oceanarium, his favorite place was that flower store. Qin Lao smiled when he said this to him, with some old man's mischief. He said that when he was studying, he admired the girl in the flower store most, with her bright red hair in two twisted braids, a little bit of cute freckles on her face, always wearing a blue dress with a flaxen white apron embroidered with the flower store's logo, and she was busy outside the store painted in peacock green. The girl is busy outside the shop painted in peacock green, and when she sees him pass by she always greets him with a high voice to buy a bouquet of lilies.

This is a small store kept by the family and has been open for over sixty years.

Qingcheng Xie easily found the store, where the owner was busy with the Christmas bouquets ordered by customers - she looked like a fairy tale character out of a story by Qin Lao, still with two thick twisted braids, a blue dress, freckles and sparkling eyes.

It's just getting old.

The little girl back then is now a granny with wrinkles on her face, only the light in her eyes has not gone, still full of energy and fragrance.

Qingcheng Xie was suddenly envious of her at that moment.

"Buy flowers, sir?"

"Yes." Qingcheng Xie walked into the warmly decorated flower room, looked around, and finally said, "A bouquet of lilies."

The grandmother wrapped the flowers carefully in gold and red paper and handed them to Qingcheng Xie. He took the flowers and got back in the taxi, giving an address on his cell phone.

An hour later, he arrived at a small white house on the outskirts of town, looked at the nameplate on the newspaper box, walked through the garden surrounded by a small hedge in front of the house, and knocked on the door.

The door opened and there stood a beautiful little mixed-race girl, looking up at him with big blue eyes. Then Rongbei Qin's husband came out of the house - he and his daughter had seen Qingcheng Xie at the nursing home and recognized her well - and he came forward and hugged Qingcheng Xie and took the bouquet of pale pink and white He came forward and embraced Qingcheng Xie and received the bouquet of pale pink and white lilies.

"She hasn't been in too much pain over the years." In the warm living room with the fireplace, Rongbei Qin's husband brings tea and snacks as he surveys Qingcheng Xie's fading face and says, "But all her pain seems to be added to yours. Sheng Xie, would you like to have some ginger cookies? We baked them ourselves."

Qingcheng Xie thanked him and took a piece from the box of cookies with the bear on it and ate it slowly.

"When she was alive, she made much better cookies than I did." The man mentioned his wife with a very gentle look, "In fact, she was excellent at everything she did. Although there used to be many people who hated her, and when she did research, there were people who laughed at her and said that the laboratory was not a place for a woman, and that a girl should marry early. When she exposed a charity foundation in our area, she was told that she had ulterior motives. She speaks for women and children, and some people question her show - even she and I got married for love and came here, and some crazy people say she is forgetting her ancestors, how to learn to have achievements and married me, a foreigner. But I am her family and I understand what she has done in her life, and no matter what people say, she has stuck to what she wanted to do right. So Sheng Xie--"

The man refills his cup of tea with hot tea.

"She was kidnapped in the first place, but still chose to protect your secret, I think she must have thought it through. If she was sober enough to talk to you later, she would inevitably tell you that she has no regrets. She hasn't regretted any of her decisions."

"If I had known that you were doing such experiments for her, that those drugs were obtained ...... by torturing your own body," the man shook his head, "we would not have agreed to it."

"Mom says she's a scientist and she doesn't fear death, she fears mistakes." Rongbei Qin's daughter, who was decorating the Christmas tree, suddenly turned to Qingcheng Xie and said this.

The man smiled gently, "You heard us, we all think so."

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" Sheng Xie , we didn't do anything to make ourselves regretful, so you don't have to blame yourself. You need to heal well, and then, sort down all the notes from his life for your father-in-law."

Qingcheng Xie When he was leaving, father and daughter gave him a Christmas gift.

When he opened it, it was a picture framed in an oak frame, the same "My Family" that Rongbei Qin had painted when he was alive and included in the album. But the face of Qingcheng Xie, which was originally blank in the picture, has been filled in.

"I drew it." Rongbei Qin's daughter said, "Mom didn't see you when she was sober, and she couldn't draw your face, but I could."

Qingcheng Xie carefully put the gift away, said goodbye to the two and got into the taxi.

He looked at the sketch in the frame all the way until he returned to the street near the sanatorium.

"Let's get off here." Qingcheng Xie said, "There's still a little way to go, and I want to walk back on my own."

So check out and get off.

He went to a nearby jewelry store to buy some adhesive tape that could fix the picture frame on the wall, and back inside the hospital, he fixed the frame on the wall next to the bed.

My Family

My family, at my side.

My family, after this night, after night, is finally with me always.

We met across life and death, but he was the only one missing.

Because he did not do anything wrong, but loved me.

Because I have not failed everyone but him.

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The moon is shining brightly outside the window.

The snow melted, the flowers bloomed, and in the blink of an eye, the earth has come to a gentle spring.

Qingcheng Xie's condition has been recurring, not much better, just not worse, and he has been living sickly, and there has never been any ripple between his eyebrows.

The days just keep repeating themselves day by day.

It was a rainy evening when Qingcheng Xie came back from buying a bouquet of lilies from the florist in Brooklyn and was about to take a taxi when she suddenly received a phone call.

The phone is Dongheng Wei called, after the connection, the loudspeaker came Dongheng Wei could not hold back the voice of excitement: "Brother, a little early ...... completely unprepared ...... born this morning ......"

Qingcheng Xie suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Because Xue Xie suddenly went into labor, much earlier than expected, Qingcheng Xie did not expect it to be now, on this seemingly uneventful night.

Someone in the distant garden restaurant happened to be celebrating a birthday, and the sound of birthday songs drifted in from the drizzly haze.

The lights on the roadside were reflected in his pupils, and Qingcheng Xie's eyes finally had some light for the first time in months.

There seemed to be a lot of people celebrating and cheering on the other end of the line, and the phone was handed to a person amidst the noise. Xue Xie's soft and frail voice reached Qingcheng Xie's ears across the ocean.

"Brother, it's a little girl ...... you as an uncle."

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A phone call that ended somehow was the best news he had heard in all these times. He almost tried to smile lightly, but the corners of his mouth felt like they were rusting, unable to tug.

The rain hit the surface of his umbrella and the sound of ticking was knocking.

The wind blew, and suddenly, the light veil that decorated the bouquet covering him was blown away, and that light veil lifted up in the air and fell across the road and was picked up by a boy wearing rain shoes with a small transparent umbrella.

The boy, about seven or eight years old, looked left and right across the road and came to Qingcheng Xie with his short legs.

He tilted his head, holding the piece of light veil, and looked at him under the child umbrella, then he said to him, as Yu He had done at the first meeting, "Sir, you have dropped your things."

It was this moment.

Qingcheng Xie holds the phone, in the birth of a new life, and the reflection of the old, his body seems to be suddenly and roughly stuffed into the long-lost emotions belonging to the living.

The corners of his lips, his eyebrows, his face, which had not had any expression for almost a whole year, suddenly emerged with great mourning - obviously it should be a happy thing, but he looked at the little one in front of him, who was in a state of panic, and for some reason he could not hold back any longer, and bent down in the drizzly spring twilight, finally lost his voice and cried ......

"Sir, sir? What's wrong with you?" The boy saw this and went up and took his hand, "Are you ...... in trouble, can I help you?"

Qingcheng Xie has never cried so hard since she can remember.

And on the streets of New York, in a place where no one would know him and ultimately no one would remember him, after he had been lost for a full year, he finally couldn't take it anymore, and tears flowed down his face. The hot, hot tears, just like the blood flowing from his heart.

He looked at the child in front of him with the eyes that could not see and the eyes that could still see.

The child's figure blurred, and he seemed to see his little child standing in front of him again, saying to him: " Qingcheng Xie , look ah, a new life will come, and I, gone already a year ......"

It's been a year, Qingcheng Xie.

The dead are ashes.

New life has finally come around.

It's time to let go ......

For anyone, it's time to let go.

But Qingcheng Xie knew he couldn't do it.

He raised his hand to cover his wet eyelashes, his heart ached like a twinge, like a lump in his throat.

Qingcheng Xie choked back a sob, knowing that he would never be able to let it all go. He could rejoice in the coming of a new life, but he was destined to live forever among the dead.

He will not forget Yu He's past for anything.

As at this moment, he took the soaked light veil and said thank you - but still to the memory, the little kid who never came back.

The boy who first called out to him on the lawn more than a decade ago.