Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

"Brother Song Jing, since Uncle Song is not feeling well now, let's come see him another day."

"Sister nurse, I'm sorry to bother you today, but you still took the time to take us for a walk."

Yun Si showed a beautiful and obedient smile.

"It doesn't matter. It's your first time here. Just remember the way from now on."

The nurse took out her notebook and scratched it a few times with a ballpoint pen.

Suddenly thinking of the above, she said without raising her head, "It just so happens that if you guys come, please pay next month's fees as well."

“Or, if you find it troublesome, you can pay half a year’s or one year’s fees in advance at once, and then the hospital will deduct the fees directly from the money you pay, so you don’t have to bother coming here every month. "

"Okay, thank you sister for reminding me."

After Yun Si thanked her, she took out her bank card from her crossbody bag.

After thinking about it, she looked at Song Jing and said, "Brother, let's pay the fee and go home after paying it, okay?"

The young man with clear and bright eyebrows looked at her quietly.

Under the thick eyelashes, the two eyeballs were as black as if ink had been spilled.

He didn't speak, but suddenly let go of her hand.

Take a step back and speak slowly,

"Go, I'll wait for you here."

He stood outside Song Zhiqiang's ward and said this to her.

Yun Si paused for a moment and looked at him.

After looking at each other for two seconds, she nodded without saying anything and followed the nurse.

The young man quietly stared at her back as she disappeared into the corridor, and slowly put his hands into his trouser pockets.

The windows surrounded by iron bars have no curtains, so when light from the outside comes in, it illuminates the inside.

When a figure blocks the window, and the light from the window does not come in, a silent shadow will fall on the ground inside.

Quietly, looking down inside.

The patient inside who was kicking the door frantically suddenly became quiet for some reason.

Slowly and mechanically, he looked at the shadow falling by the window.

His slightly bent back moved slowly.

Like a mouse locked in a dark box, with its tail between its legs, it becomes timid and timid.

His steps were slow, like a century-old man, moving slowly.

He slowly came to the window, looked at the people outside the window through the iron fence, and seemed to flinch.

At some point, his once huge body had become weak.

A window facing the inside and outside.

The people outside the window had their backs to the light and their figures were cold, as if they were looking at disgusting mice, looking down at the people inside.

Neither of them spoke, until the figure slowly showed a warm smile and came close to the window, his voice falling as lightly as the cold wind.

"I really want to kill you with my own hands."

"This way, I won't bother her all the time."

He tilted his head slightly, and it sounded weird like an electronic sound.

The person in the window, with his eyes wide open, shrank back like a rat in a hurry.

He huddled in a place where the light could not reach him and seemed to be trembling.

"but."

"Why do I have to dirty my hands because of you?"

In the winter, a slender white hand slowly stretched out and slowly retracted in mid-air.

The weird electronic sound smiled and murmured,

"Although she will help me handle it, she still wants to tell you a secret."

"You want to know?"

Song Zhiqiang suddenly opened his eyes wide.