Beibei surprisingly asked if he was doing a project at the foundation. The movement was “a project”, and he thought he was someone. Everyone sat at the fire mountain entrance. The possibility of Zhou Miao jumping far and flat was almost negligible, with fists clenched, waiting.
The summer had no protection behind it, even if these years were trying to pull certain people into the same profit circle, people kept happening unexpectedly.
An urgent flow of information.
After returning to the country, the school brought Western personnel. Most were interpreters. Summer called the girl to sit down, and she leaned into his thoughts, and Beibei stroked her head, finally speaking about the adult’s concerns.
The girl held Summer’s hand, also not speaking. Finding North said you were in a bad mood.
The girl massively gave Beibei a massage. Clear, tender, fish meat, silk thread empty, curved validation,promise.
Looking down, the eye corner slightly raised, the corner edge upper part can be promise.
Pressing down here can’t work, right? Traditional Chinese medicine treats this flow.
The flow is not good, only soaking can help.
Gu Bei lazily tried to press the big bell a few times, but couldn’t ring it out. Who knows why?
Jia Mu had no response, he fell asleep.
33 You rely on the hospital.
This moment felt truly long.
When he woke up, the surroundings were even quieter.
Gu Bei’s door was closed, indicating that the night had passed. The pillow was lying beside him, covering his body with a blanket. This summer, he raised his hand to look at the watch, realizing time had passed.
The original materials were still piled up in the warehouse. Jia Mu started a fire to cook fish soup. Gu Jiao also woke up, silently entering without a sound. Coming out of Gu Bei’s home, it was around three in the morning.
At this time, he might go to investigate the possible flow.
The laboratory’s light was still on, the surrounding buildings and trees forming deep and shallow black shadows. That trace of human smoke seemed warm. Looking through the window, Su Se was sleeping on the desk. Guan Ge was in the room, covered with a blanket, looking like he was watching something.
Jia Mu pushed the door in. The room was extremely quiet, so quiet that all sound disappeared, only the interval of this room could be so clean.
Su Se held a black pen in his hand, his heart relaxed, the pen tilted on the open book page. These were English materials, with some words marked with wave lines. The blank spaces were where Su Se used a pencil to write “ADAM33”, with an unfinished word behind: flesh body weak.
The “weak” character’s lower half was incomplete, the upper half’s color was deeper than other characters, seemingly the result of force. The pencil was very light, producing multiple drafts. The lower half of the “moon” character was roughly sketched out, gradually fading from deep to shallow, extending from the blank space to the text.
Jia Mu gently placed the warm thermos on the windowsill and walked out of the room.
Standing on the platform below, it was still so quiet. This quietness was rare in the city, as quiet as if no one had trampled the grass. In the summer, he listened to his own breathing, clear, prolonged, subtle like passing through heavy leaves. Before his eyes was Su Se’s sleeping face, and that gradually disappearing character.
Jia Mu suddenly turned and rushed into the room, hesitating for a moment, reaching out to touch Su Se’s body, trying to pull towards himself. Su Se’s body followed the pulling force and fell down.
Jia Mu was about to walk outside, Gu Jiao ran out from the car, asking if he dared to call Zhou Meng.
Jia Mu called Zhou Meng.
This young man was not qualified to sleep. Jia Mu did not look for Su Se’s mother, nor did he look for Guan Ge, he found Zhou Meng. Zhou Meng came very quickly.
He stood in front of Jia Mu, his expression somewhat distorted. Sitting on the long bench with Jia Mu, they looked at each other.
The “hand surgery” red light finally went out. The doctor walked out from the door, Jia Mu did not move, Zhou Meng did not blink, directly walking into the surgery room.
Jia Mu leaned on the bench back. His sitting position was right next to the surgery room door, which was not very open. He couldn’t see inside. Zhou Meng came out from inside again.
“Come in for a moment,” he said.
Jia Mu followed him in, they both stood in front of the Operating table.
Jia Mu was somewhat uneasy. His chest area felt abnormal, inevitably having to use his hand to press. After catching his breath, he opened the white sheet.
Su Se’s face was tilted to one side, still that experimental room look. His complexion was pale, just like he had been for a long time.
Jia Mu asked: “Who gave him this broken single? Why didn’t they rescue him?”
Zhou Meng said: “He died.”
“What are you saying?”
Zhou Meng’s face was gray, looking old like a withered tree, but this old thing was alive. Zhou Meng’s eyes continuously shed tears, not flowing smoothly on his face, the skin too wrinkled, the tears encountering obstacles when flowing, finally reaching near the legal line. He raised his hand without strength, just shaking his head, he began to sob, his back becoming more bent, until he couldn’t stand and fell to the ground.
The chief physician replied: “First, the heart stops beating; second, the brain waves show a flat line. Besides this, all reflexes disappear, breathing stops. All these are irreversible, and determined as death.”
The chief physician’s accompanying nurse took off her mask, and it was Wang Huizhang.
She removed her mask because the mask was completely soaked with water. She said, “Little Su has a donation registration form with me, but hasn’t yet signed the organ donation form, so the hands are not complete.”
Jia Jia said, “No need to worry about that piece of paper.”
The chief physician said, “You have no right to block it. You are not his family. Little Xue, notify the little hospital.”
Jia Jia’s finger pointed directly at the other person’s face: “All of you, get out!”
The nurse held Jia Jia because he was shaking very obviously. She opened her mouth. Her elbow touched the operating table, using her finger to gently wipe the corner of Su Se’s mouth, where a few traces of blood were still seeping.
From the hospital ward to the research room, it didn’t take more than ten minutes.
The books and pens on the experimental room table remained unmoved. The heating rack was still on the windowsill, looking like a decorated flower pot. There were a few uncolored blood stains on the book pages, which she closed.
Everything was bottom-heavy.
Jia Jia found a folded transfer note in the corner, walked to the middle, opened it in front of Song Ruoruo, and he sat down facing her.
Song Ruoruo’s body was facing the wall. He couldn’t see her face. He could only see her hair scattered and falling, the strands tangled together, producing an extremely chaotic shape. Water lines flowed, her thin breathing rising and falling, when hair strands would move, hair strands couldn’t stay on her back, round and moist, almost melting, she was wearing Su Se’s hard clothes, clothes not resistant to cold, she did this because she liked his taste.
The quilt was covered, she was loved.
Song Ruoruo slept unsteadily. She kept turning over, and then she was dizzy. Her face was facing the light on this side, her brow slightly wrinkled, with a wolf-like stone-like light shooting into her ear, not an earring, but the ear hole that the summer had pierced for her in Beijing West Single that year. The ear hole seemed very painful, gradually saying this pain had tortured her for two months.
Ear hole, that point didn’t hurt at all. You know?
Song Ruoruo let out a dream-like light breath, her body occasionally retching.
