As the light in the picture dimmed, the flowers and the prisoners gradually disappeared.
Xiaolan exhaled and her shoulders slumped.
All the happy days of Hua Cong are over.
The glazed screen had returned to its screen appearance. Xiaolan stared blankly and turned his head, only to find that except for the screen, the scenes in the other glazed objects were still frozen in the happy time among the flowers.
Her roommate, her friend, her relative, Ren Chong.
Everyone is smiling.
Almost at the moment Xiaolan turned around, all the pictures started to move at the same time.
"How could Huazong be missing?"
"It's all my fault. I should have gone to accompany her..."
"Impossible, impossible, impossible..."
"This child...can't let Huazhi know..."
"I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for you..."
"I don't believe it, I want to find her..."
People's voices sounded at the same time. Different from the happy tranquility just now, the disappearance of the flowers was like a bomb, igniting the lives of the people around them.
People fell into chaos, people began to suffer.
A series of tearful faces appeared in front of me, and a series of desperate screams.
Xiaolan was surrounded by this overwhelming sadness and stood in the center at a loss.
The screen lit up again, and Xiaolan quickly looked around. What he saw was the familiar white world, the white walls, the white roof, and the pale people lying on the white beds.
The screen came closer, and the man's face slowly appeared.
The beautiful pupils with tears and the thin cheeks, even though they have lost their color, are still unstoppably white and delicate.
She looks like Huacong.
But she is not a flower bush.
Xiaolan probably knew who the person in front of her was, and her fingers couldn't help but pinch the white scarf hanging on her shoulders.
"Xiao Zhi, have something to eat."
A man came closer as he spoke. When he appeared on the screen, Xiaolan recognized it at a glance. This was Sister Huazhi's husband, Dapeng.
"How could Congcong disappear?" Hua Zhi stared blankly at the bare branches outside the ward, and her voice murmured, as if coming from her chest, "It's impossible, it's impossible to disappear..."
Dapeng frowned and put the lunch box on the small table beside the bed.
"Hua Cong just went out to play," Dapeng knelt down and held Hua Zhi's right hand. "When Xiao Zhi recovers, we will go look for her. We will definitely find her."
Huazhi's dry face suddenly shed two more lines of hot tears, and she shook her head sadly, "I can't feel relieved, I can't feel relieved."
As soon as Xiaolan's nose felt sore, the screen suddenly went black. Before any further developments could occur, the screen returned to its fragile and transparent appearance.
Is it finally over?
"Hello, classmate!"
The somewhat familiar boy's voice suddenly sounded in the silence.
This sound is...
"Classmate, please wait..."
Xiaolan slowly turned her head. On the glass board in the corner, the familiar plot appeared again!
Everything seemed to be thrown back to the starting point, confession, injury, love... the scenes that had just appeared were repeated again.
Xiaolan raised her head.
Is this what the flowers are like, looking back on the good times again and again and suffering the pain of loss?
What can I do in this house full of happy and sad memories?
Hua Cong must have had her purpose in guiding herself here.
"Hua Cong?" Xiaolan called tentatively.
There was no answer, but Xiaolan knew that Huacong was always beside him.
How to help Huacong, how to help yourself.
Xiaolan looked at a room full of bright or dark colored glass, and an idea gradually emerged.
