Sheng Qiushi thought she was asking who was in the first photo at first, but leaned her head over to realize that she was asking for the second one. Reading at zero

The black and white photos fill the screen, and the scene is warm and happy. In Sheng Qiushi's eyes, this is just a family photo in the 1930s, but for Zong Ying, this is the scene he witnessed half a day ago——

At this time, it was frozen on the 4.7-inch screen, Qinghui was laughing, Alai was also laughing, and the baby in his arms was sleeping peacefully.

Sheng Qiushi didn't notice Zong Ying's astonishment. His eyes stayed on the screen for a short time, and he said generously, "Are you asking Miss Sheng? She is my grandfather's adoptive mother."

Zong Ying held the phone in one hand, and the other hand suddenly dropped.

The question she had just raised in an instant was confirmed by Sheng Qiushi.

Zong Ying was at a loss for a moment, turned his head to look in the direction of the bathroom, and suddenly handed the phone back to Sheng Qiushi, walked a few steps to the entrance cabinet, took out a pack of cigarettes, quickly lit one, and turned back to the living room to turn on the TV, and turned the volume up. to the highest.

A follow-up report of a major explosion accident a few days ago was broadcast on TV. In the noisy crowd interviewing, Zong Ying lowered his head and took a cigarette, and asked Sheng Qiushi, "Can you tell me about that photo?"

Sheng Qiushi was a little suspicious of her curiosity at this time. After all, she was rarely interested in other people's affairs, so such an active inquiry was very rare.

But he looked down at the screen of his mobile phone and said truthfully: "This photo should have been taken during the war. According to my grandfather, Miss Sheng adopted them at that time, and by chance went out to take a photo. As for the specific day, he also do not know."

by coincidence. What kind of chance, what kind of coincidence? Did her participation make a difference?

Zong Ying still lowered her head and smoked, and the thin smoke covered her anxiety. She asked, "Which is your grandfather?"

"The child that Miss Sheng is holding in her arms is my grandfather." He continued: "Standing beside Miss Sheng is his elder brother. It is said that they were taken in by Miss Sheng during the escape. In those cruel times, if Without Miss Sheng, he might have a hard time surviving, so there would be nothing in the future."

"Who is Miss Sheng?" The shredded tobacco burned quietly, and Zong Ying raised his head from the smoke.

She caught some subtle information from the other party's words. It was a bit strange that he did not call her "Miss Sheng" without calling her a great-grandmother.

"Probably a wealthy lady who is willing to do good." Sheng Qiushi described it this way, "My grandfather was too young at that time, and his impression of her was really limited. I only knew that her surname was Sheng and her family was wealthy."

"At that time?" Zong Ying asked with a frown.

"My grandfather and Miss Sheng have only lived together for a few years." He sighed: "The times are turbulent, and after many twists and turns, separation is a common occurrence. Not only did we separate from Miss Sheng, but my grandfather and his brother also separated. It's a pity that Years passed and my grandfather never heard from them again."

There is a vast sea of ​​people, each going to the end of the world, and there is only a blank space about the fate of Sheng Qinghui.

The kind and innocent face appeared in Zong Ying's mind. He couldn't help closing his eyes. He took an empty can on the table and threw half of the lit cigarette into it. He shook the can unconsciously, and the cigarette went out immediately. .

The smell of smoke in the house stopped, and the news on the TV continued, loud enough to overwhelm everything.

Zong Ying vaguely listened to Sheng Qiushi's words: "After more than ten years, my grandfather left the country and left home, but he always took a group photo with Miss Sheng. These are probably the two most precious old photos in the family."

The hands of the clock kept running, Zong Ying was distracted by the TV screen, and she fell into a kind of confusion of unknown cause and effect.

The baby named Ah Jiu, who was brought into this world by her own hands, once held her clothes tightly out of instinctive fear. This was the reason why she brought him to the Sheng family. The fruit of Sheng Qinghui's adoption; the reason why Sheng Qinghui adopted him, and the fruit of his taking her surname Sheng, also created today's Sheng Qiushi.

But even without her participation, Sheng Qiushi was still the Sheng Qiushi she knew earlier.

It seemed that the meeting between Ah Jiu and Qinghui, and the subsequent separations, were already doomed, and it had nothing to do with her participation or not.

Sheng Qiushi finished telling the old story and accompanied her to watch the short evening news with no purpose.

At the moment when the music sounded at the end of the show, Zong Ying suddenly returned to his senses and turned to look at him: "What do you have to do with me these days?"

"Zong Yu is awake," he said, "but the situation is not very good."

"Is there anything I can do to help?"

"He doesn't want to say anything. Two days ago, he suddenly said he wanted to see you. I thought maybe you could have a chat with him."

"see me?"

"right."

Zong Ying was a little surprised. She and Zong Yu were not as close as other siblings. They didn't see each other very often. In addition, Zong Yu was introverted and hardly spoke in front of her, so why did she suddenly want to see herself?

"I'll take time to see him tomorrow." Zong Ying glanced at the clock and said to Sheng Qiushi, "It's almost eleven o'clock, go back to rest early."

Sheng Qiushi also found that the delay was too long, so he said goodbye and went out.

He walked to the entrance, and through the dim corridor light, he looked down and saw a pair of Derby shoes, about size 42-43, which obviously did not belong to Zong Ying.

Is there a third person in this apartment at this moment?

Trying to suppress his inner inquiries, Sheng Qiushi looked away and walked out the door. Tong Zongying told him to "rest well", and then turned around and walked towards the elevator.

Zong Ying closed the door, turned off the TV, and the sound of water in the bathroom sounded again.

Sheng Qingrang turned off the faucet as soon as he heard the door opening. He heard someone entering the house and someone talking to Zong Ying, but he couldn't hear anything because Zong Ying suddenly turned on the TV and turned up the volume abnormally. When he got up, it was a deliberate cover-up - she probably didn't want him to hear the following conversations, because those conversations might have been related to the fate of the people around him.

Although he couldn't hear the important part, Sheng Qingrang still had some guesses in his heart.

When Zong Ying mentioned the two children to him before, she clearly showed a sense of guilt and worry. She might be questioning her rash move, which affected the original life path of others.

After he took a shower, changed his clothes and walked out of the bathroom, Zong Ying sat on the sofa and smoked.

When she saw him coming out, she put out the cigarette butt, and she didn't know how to speak for a while, so she simply didn't say anything, got up and planned to take a bath.

Late in the summer night, Zong Ying entered the bathroom and turned on the faucet, spraying hot water, and standing under the shower, he felt the water pressure after a long absence something that was not found in the wartime concession.

Soon, she heard the sound of the piano. At first, she thought it was the little girl next door who was practicing the piano again, but she turned off the tap and listened to it for half a minute, and found that it was not.

It was Sheng Qingrang who was playing the piano.

This made her clearly aware that there really was a second person in the house.

When Zong Ying dried her hair and went out, the sound of the piano stopped, most of the lights in the apartment were turned off, and Sheng Qingrang just went upstairs.

Zong Ying looked up at him, only to see the other person standing at the corner of the stairs, also looking at himself.

In the dim light, only the sound of breathing and the movement of the clock's needles remained, and it was difficult to distinguish each other's faces.

Zong Ying didn't say anything, and turned around in a hurry to go back to the bedroom, but Sheng Qingrang upstairs suddenly stopped her.

He said calmly: "Do you believe it? Miss Zong, maybe even without your intervention, those two children would have come to the Sheng family in other ways. With Qinghui's temperament, they would still want to adopt them. I Zhi Qinghui can only be regarded as a child, she has not been able to take care of the other two, nor can she deal with the strength of the second sister alone, but you don't have to worry too much, because I am still here."

I'm still here, don't worry.

His relief was just right, Zong Ying stayed in place for a while, and turned his back to him and said, "Go to bed early, Mr. Sheng."

Sheng Qing let him go back upstairs: "Good night, Miss Zong."

She turned off the last light, went into the bedroom, and the apartment was plunged into darkness.

The apartment lights up again, but it is skylight.

At five o'clock in the morning, the sun showed up, and the sound of the city's "squeaky" came out. The door downstairs kept on opening, and the bus announcing to the station rang again after a while. The little girl next door started practicing the piano again, and Zong Ying came out. Washed my face with cold water.

At five forty-five after washing up, Zong Ying flipped through the entrance cabinet, but found nothing.

She looked up at the tear-off calendar hanging on the wall, the latest date was a few days ago. Zong Ying counted the days. Today is August 20, so she tore off all the expired pages and started a new day.

The three words "Qixi Festival" are written on the calendar.

At this time, she heard Sheng Qing let go downstairs, turned around and threw the discarded calendar paper into the trash can, raised her head and said hello: "Morning."

"Morning, Miss Zong." He replied.

Zong Ying walked over and handed him the previous bank card: "You should keep this card, just in case." She said and took another blue card from her wallet and gave it to him: "Transportation stored-value cards can also be used for taxis. If the balance is not enough, it will remind you to recharge."

Her generosity made Sheng Qing feel ashamed to accept it.

Seeing that he didn't answer for a while, Zong Ying lowered his head and opened his briefcase without saying a word, and put the card in: "At least it can avoid some troubles that can be solved with money, take it."

After she finished speaking, she raised her head: "So are you ready to go?"

Sheng Qing let him answer: "Yes."

There are still three minutes before six in the morning, and the two of them know it well, but they can't speak.

This is the first time to separate in a calm state of each other - Zong Ying will not go back to that era with him, and I don't know what he will do when he goes back, like sending a lonely boat into the ocean, all he can do is wave goodbye.

At six o'clock, Zong Ying once again witnessed the sudden disappearance of a person, like a dream that evaporated in an instant.

She stretched out her hand, but couldn't touch anything, only the bell rang in her ears.

Open the door, the weather is fine, this is the world she has to face.

She found a breakfast shop, sat by the window and ate breakfast peacefully, the sun lavishly covered the table.

The traffic outside the window is endless, as if this is what the world should look like.

She was about to go to work and meet with Lawyer Zhang, but she suddenly remembered that Lawyer Zhang had changed the date of the detailed discussion, so she had to go to the hospital instead.

Sheng Qiushi also just arrived at the hospital, and Zong Ying met him in the elevator. He stared at the ascending floor and said to Zong Ying, "I'm going to check a room now, you go upstairs to see Zong Yu first, and then go to the floor after reading. Come to me and I'll talk to you about his specific situation."

Zong Ying nodded, watched him get out of the elevator, and sorted his clothes in front of the mirror-smooth elevator door - she didn't know who she would meet when she went upstairs, besides Zong Yu, maybe his mother or even his aunt.

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In some relationships, she is not good at managing.

The elevator door opened, and the front was the quietness unique to the high-level ward.

When she asked about the ward, the nurse would even ask about her identity and purpose.

Just as she lowered her head to fill out the registration form, Nurse Liang just came over, and when she saw her, she said, "Dr. Zong came to see my brother? I'll take you there."

Zong Ying left with her, leaving the other two nurses at the nurse station to look at each other.

One of them whispered, "Is she the Zong doctor who used to be in Shenwai? I heard Nurse Liang say that she used to be very good. I don't know if she went to school early or skipped a grade. When she graduated, she was young, and it was Director Xu's pride. disciple."

Another unwitting question asked: "Which hospital is she in now?"

"Where are you going to be a doctor! I heard that you have become a forensic doctor."

"Director Xu's apprentice is going to be a forensic doctor?!"

"It's a high apprentice again, when something like that happened back then, probably no hospital would want her, so the only option is to cut people to death."

The two of them were talking, and a person walked over to them - a light blue uniform with short sleeves, gray epaulettes, a box in his hand, and a faint arrogance in his indifferent expression, it was Xue Xuanqing.

She showed her certificate and related documents, and said, "Ward 2013, injury identification."

The nurse raised her eyes and gave her the registration form: "Can you fill it out?"

Xue Xuanqing took the watch and saw the record of a visitor above at a glance. It read "Zong Ying" in black and white, and the ward number to go to was "2015".

Xue Xuanqing wanted to go to 2014 immediately to catch her, but she still picked up the pen and leaned on the table to fill in the form patiently, and listened to the two nurses with no expression on their gossip.

"You make it clear, what happened?"

"I didn't come at that time, I just heard from people, but it should be eight. Nine and ten." She continued, "I heard that she fell on her hand just after her promotion. Anyway, the injury was very serious. I couldn't recover. Later, I didn't know how I was able to perform the operation. Unfortunately, the operation failed, and the patient's family made a lot of trouble. Although it is said that there are risks in the operation, if anyone sees this kind of thing, they will blame the doctor. She will say that her hand has not fully recovered, and she should not take the stage and risk the patient's life."

"Looking like this, how did she get hurt?"

"Ghost knows, the hands of doctors outside the gods are so precious, who can you blame if you don't pay attention?"

Xue Xuanqing handed over the form with a widowed face, glanced at the job numbers of the two, and suddenly read it out in front of others: "126, 213."

The two people opposite looked inexplicable, Xue Xuanqing turned and left without saying a word.

The corridor was surprisingly quiet, and the ward in 2015 was equally quiet. The humidifier spewed white mist tirelessly, and Zong Yu lay on the bed without saying a word.

Zong Yu's mother went out early in the morning, and the nurses took the initiative to avoid Zong Ying's arrival, leaving only this pair of siblings in the ward.

Zong Ying said, "Dr. Sheng said you want to see me, do you have something to tell me?"

Zong Yu breathed heavily, each time slowly, looking at her even more dull, but vaguely sad.

She poured out some warm water from the thermos and asked him, "Would you like some water?"

He shook his head with difficulty.

This child has grown into a teenager, is weak and kind, has good grades, never does anything out of the ordinary, and rarely asks for anything at home.

Zong Ying remembered that he worked very hard to get close to her when he was a child and wanted to please her, but at that time she wanted to get away from that house, closed the door early, and refused his initiative to approach.

In the fog, Zong Ying asked him, "Why did you and Uncle Xing go out in the early morning that night?"

From the news that Zong Ying learned, Zong Yu agreed that night that he was going to spend the night at his uncle's house. Could it be that he regretted it in the middle of the night? He's never been that wayward kid.

Zong Yu looked at her and said, "I... don't remember."

Zong Ying tried to ask again: "So, do you remember how Uncle Xing's car got out of control?"

He seemed to hesitate for a moment, then finally shook his head, not even speaking this time.

He has suffered a traumatic brain injury, and may also have psychological barriers, and short-term memory loss is possible.

Zong Ying knew that he couldn't ask too much, so he simply stopped asking. She shifted her gaze to the monitor, realizing that he was already struggling, so she looked at him again, in a soft voice: "If you have something you remember, or something you want to tell me, you can call me at any time, okay? ?"

Seeing that he didn't reply, Zong Ying said again, "Then I'll go first."

She didn't want to meet Zong Yu's mother very much, and she wanted to take a step before the other party came back.

She got up from the chair and was about to leave, but was suddenly stopped by Zong Yu.

"Sister..." The boy said with difficulty, and said unexpectedly, "I'm sorry."

Zong Ying, who had already turned around, was stunned for a moment. She turned her head to look suspiciously, but Zong Yu turned her face away.

Why say sorry?Zong Ying couldn't understand this sudden apology, there was nothing that they owed each other.What is his "sorry" about?

At this moment, Zong Ying's phone vibrated suddenly, pulling her back to her senses.

Zong Ying answered the phone and asked, "How long are you going to stay in there?"

Zong Ying raised his eyes subconsciously, and immediately hung up the phone and walked to the door.

She opened the door, Xue Xuanqing leaned back against the door frame, holding the phone in one hand, raised one foot to press the opposite door frame, blocking the way.

Zong Ying lowered his eyes to look at her feet, then raised his head to meet her gaze, Xue Xuanqing stared at her calmly, and said, "I finally found you."

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