"...Waiting for you, waiting for you to slowly approach me, stay with me until the end of the long night, don't let me wait alone..."
"You know that in this life, I am only dedicated to you, no matter whether he is happy or sad, bitter or sweet, right or wrong..."
A burst of soothing and low music flows into her ears, and Mingyao opens her eyes.
Looking sideways, Huo Yan had already gotten up.
The suitcase was opened, and he was squatting on the ground, putting the folded clothes in one by one.
Sunlight streamed in through the curtains, and "Waiting for Life" was playing on the record player.
Mingyao couldn't help but smile.
She remembered that they were going on a trip today.
Except for one trip they took when they got married, they rarely went out after that.
Huo Yan went to the hospital for a checkup a few days ago, and the doctor told her that his condition had basically recovered.
So they made travel plans and bought tickets overnight.
Huo Yan raised his head, smiled at her, and asked softly.
"Yao Yao, which mask do you want to wear?"
"Don't bring it with you. It's quite heavy. Buy it now at the drug store there."
Mingyao stretched, got out of bed, put on slippers, and packed her luggage with him.
Bring your ID and wear clothes.
Both of them were wearing windbreakers, jeans, and white shoes of the same color. Mingyao took a photo in front of the mirror.
I pulled my suitcase out, opened the door and arrived at the subway station.
The subway station was deserted and the lights were dim. There were only two of them.
With a beep sound, Huo Yan passed the gate.
But for some reason, Mingyao was blocked outside.
"Ayan, wait for me!"
Mingyao looked at his back helplessly.
Huo Yan looked back at her, his eyebrows were clear and he smiled faintly.
"Yao Yao, let's stop here. You can go back. I can walk the rest of the way by myself."
The subway roared out of the black hole with cold wind. The door opened and Huo Yan walked in with his suitcase.
"No--"
"don't want--!"
She looked helplessly at the closed subway door. Huo Yan's face had become blurry, and a huge panic enveloped Mingyao.
Mingyao stepped through the gate, but the subway had gone away, leaving only the cold and biting wind blowing her hair, and the pain in her heart turned into tears overflowing from the corners of her eyes.
"Take me with you!"
She rushed towards the dark hole—
"Mingyao!!"
There was a roar, someone grabbed her arm forcefully, and she slowly opened her eyes.
"What are you doing?!"
Huo Xiao grabbed her tightly, with cold sweat on his forehead and a look of fear on his face.
He came back today to pick up some things. As soon as he entered the building, the room was silent.
Everything is the same as before, Huo Yan's favorite tea set is still in its original place.
Before Huo Xiao could get out of his melancholy mood, he looked up and saw Mingyao standing precariously on the stairs of the second floor.
Huo Xiao's pupils shrank, and he had no time to think. He climbed up the stairs in three steps and held her tightly.
His heart was beating violently, and Huo Xiao couldn't imagine what would happen to him if he lost his brother and then lost her again.
"--What’s wrong with you?"
Slightly startled, Huo Xiao found that the expression on Mingyao's face was very vague and ethereal, with a kind of dull confusion that made people unable to figure it out.
Her wet eyelashes blinked slightly, and her almond-shaped eyes gradually focused on her face.
The two were very close at the moment, and Huo Xiao could see himself in her eyes.
Then a happy and sweet smile slowly bloomed on her lips, like a traveler walking in the desert who has found a source of water, filled with the joy of regaining it, and her eyes were filled with starlight.
"I knew it……"
She raised her slender neck, stretched out her hand, and touched Huo Xiao's face back and forth tremblingly.
The fingertips were cold and smooth, and Huo Xiao looked at her in shock.
"...I knew you would never abandon me, Ayan..."
The woman stood up on tiptoes and hugged him, her soft arms hanging around his neck. A fragrant fragrance poured into his nose. Huo Xiao's body shook violently. The skin in contact with her seemed to have a small electric current passing through it, giving him a numbing feeling. Spread throughout the body.
Without thinking, he raised his arms and hugged her soft body tightly. Their breaths blended and their hearts resonated.
Huo Xiao closed his eyes and smelled her fragrance, breathing rapidly.
Even though he knew in his heart that she must have recognized the wrong person, he didn't want to let go.
*
"The food is ready. Wash your hands quickly and get ready to eat."
The man walked into the living room slowly, and the woman held the dishes and chopsticks and greeted him in a soft voice as he just returned home.
"good."
Huo Xiao took off his suit jacket and tie.
Several home-cooked dishes were placed on the dinner table, including scrambled eggs with tomatoes, boiled shrimps, braised pork ribs, and shrimps with celery. Although it is not as exquisite as the one in the hotel, it is full of ordinary and warm human atmosphere.
For Huo Xiao, this is something he has lacked since he was a child.
The woman picked up the vegetables with chopsticks, put them in his bowl, and asked him affectionately:
"How is it? Is it delicious, Ayan?"
The smile that just raised at the corner of Huo Xiao's mouth became lighter.
"...Well, it's delicious."
The woman smiled happily, with satisfaction in her eyes. The two people's attitude towards each other was like the most common loving couple.
Chewing the food in his mouth.
Huo Xiao was thinking about what the psychiatrist said to him this morning...
The doctor told him that when an important person dies, people generally go through several stages.
The first stage is denial. Because they cannot accept the reality, they will avoid the fact and pretend that the person is still there. This is a defense mechanism formed by the brain.
Subconsciously, he felt that if I pretended that nothing happened, it would not hurt me. The reality was too cruel for them to bear, and they chose to avoid it in order to survive.
Mingyao should be going through the first stage now, but her condition is more serious than that of ordinary people.
This means that her emotions are delicate and rich, and she has deep affection for the deceased... In addition, their special circumstances, Huo Xiao and Huo Yan's faces are highly similar, so Mingyao now regards Huo Xiao as the future Huo Yan died.
Even if something is wrong is detected, it will be blocked by the brain's defense mechanism.
The doctor felt that forcibly breaking her dream and telling her the cruel truth might collapse her world and cause more serious consequences.
It is better to maintain her fantasy for the time being, let time dilute the memories, and when you let go of your feelings, tell her to accept the reality.
But after just a few days of getting along, Huo Xiao became somewhat addicted to this role-playing game.
Her soft-spoken care, smiling eyes, and focused gaze on you can make your mind forget to think.
"You should also eat more." Huo Xiao also brought her some vegetables.
When he was at the company, whenever he thought of her waiting for him at home, his eagerness to go home became stronger and stronger, and he wished he could see her every moment.
He is obviously not a person with such a slimy personality.
"Yes." The woman nodded slightly with a gentle smile.
If she accepts the reality of Huo Yan's death...will she never treat herself this way again?
All of a sudden.
Huo Xiao actually didn't know whether it was better for her to recover her memory or maintain the status quo...
It was past 12 o'clock in the morning, Huo Xiao came out of the study and entered the bedroom on the second floor.
The woman on the bed was already fast asleep, her face flushed.
Huo Xiao looked at her bed for a while, tucked her quilt away, got up and returned to the room on the third floor.
