Chapter 285 Wake up quickly

The gardenias in Mengxia are white and soft, with a refreshing fragrance floating in the air. The light smell sneaks in through the window, diluting the pungent smell of disinfectant scattered in the air.

In a neat single ward, a girl wearing a clean blue and white striped shirt was lying quietly on the bed with her eyes closed. Next to her stood an old man with gray hair wearing an old-fashioned gown.

The old man's voice was a little hollow: "Xiao Sheng, it's time to wake up."

The girl's slightly pale lips curled up slightly, and her fingers curled up slightly, as if she was struggling to wake up.

"Wake up quickly." The old man looked at her with a smile.

Finally, under this sight, the girl fluttered her eyelashes lightly and struggled to open her eyes.

Jiang Sheng murmured: "Grandpa?"

"Hey, how many days have you been sleeping and you don't even recognize grandpa?"

Jiang Sheng stared blankly at the ceiling and spoke softly in a dumb voice: "Grandpa..."

She slowly exhaled, and there seemed to be an empty space somewhere in her heart: "I had a very long dream."

"It seems..." she said uncertainly, "I dreamed about my sister."

Grandpa smiled and said, "It's probably because you miss your sister too much."

is that so?

Jiang Sheng felt a little pain in her head. Some picture fragments flashed vaguely, but they were not very clear. When she wanted to find out, she couldn't remember them.

Jiang Sheng twisted his face.

"When you wake up from the dream, don't think about it. Just let the things in the dream stay there." Grandpa seemed to notice that she was reminiscing, "You frown as soon as you wake up. Be careful of getting older."

"Early summer is full of majestic trees. Now that you've woken up, don't go to sleep. Your teachers and classmates are waiting for you to return to school."

"Early summer?" Jiang Sheng suddenly asked, "What day is today?"

Grandpa looked at her strangely: "The third day of April in the lunar calendar is the eighth day of May in the solar calendar."

"Did you sleep stupidly?"

Jiang Sheng put his hand on his forehead and closed his eyes tightly, trying to block the light coming from all directions.

No, she remembered that she had just stayed up late to read a novel. It must have been during the summer vacation...

Why is it only May?

What was she thinking, she asked.

"Yes." Grandpa replied affirmatively, "You are about to graduate. Have you submitted your thesis? You are still sleeping here."

Jiang Sheng was confused: "I'm about to graduate?"

"You were so busy with your graduation defense a few days ago that you fainted at home. Why don't I send you to the hospital right now?" Grandpa complained, "How many times have I told you that young people still need to be healthy."

Is that so?

Jiang Sheng felt his steady breathing.

It seems like this, it is now May of the second year, not long after her defense was over, and her thesis has not yet been handed in. Maybe she was overworked, so she fainted.

Jiang Sheng was a little strange. He had always been very good at academics, so why did an ordinary defense make him so busy?

But whenever she recalled her carefully, her head hurt, so Jiang Sheng didn't think about it any more.

Grandpa went through the discharge procedures for her, but her body may not have fully recovered yet. Jiang Sheng only felt weak in her hands and feet and could not move freely at all.

After being discharged from the hospital, she recuperated at home for nearly a month before reluctantly returning to school.

Stepping back into the campus, she felt as if she had lived in another world. The gray cement road was lined with poplar trees all the way to the end, and the energetic juniors and girls were riding bicycles, facing the wind, with their hair flying and shining golden light in the sun.

Roommate Xie Yihan came specially to pick her up and mentioned by the way: "Did you know that Jiang Jingyi is back?"

"Jiang Jing's translation?" Jiang Sheng tilted his head.

Xie Yihan and she were in high school. There was a top student in their year who had been in the top ten for a long time. However, during an exam, his ranking suddenly dropped without warning, and he dropped to a few hundred places.

This person is Jiang Jingyi.

Jiang Jingyi usually talks a lot, but because of his failure in the exam, he seemed to have changed. After the class teacher talked to him, he placed him behind Jiang Sheng, hoping that Jiang Sheng could help his classmates in their studies.

However, after the college entrance examination, the other party went abroad, and Jiang Sheng and he stopped contacting each other.

"That's right." Xie Yihan said, "Isn't it just about time for graduation? I want to get together, will you go?"

Jiang Sheng's first reaction was: "Truth or dare?"

She was really scared, but luckily Jiang Jingyi helped her block it.

Xie Yihan chuckled: "No, no, will the party organized by Jiang Jingyi still trick you?"

Jiang Shengzheng thought this was strange, and then heard Xie Yihan whisper: "Speaking of which, I really thought Jiang Jingyi was interested in you before, but I didn't expect that as soon as the dinner was over, he ran out of the country without saying a word, which really broke our CP.

Pink heart.”

Jiang Sheng's heart skipped a beat: "...What did you say?"

Xie Yihan glared: "Don't tell me you don't know. We were wondering if the confession failed and he felt embarrassed and went abroad overnight."

Jiang Sheng's mind was buzzing.

The senior year of high school was the most difficult period for her. Although the schoolwork was heavy, it was still within the control range, but the sudden death of her sister was definitely a devastating blow.

At that time, Jiang Sheng was still supervising the study at the back desk under the orders of the head teacher, and there would always be some clues revealed when they got along day and night.

One time after school was over at noon, she and Jiang Jingyi stayed in the classroom to discuss a math problem. They were late and hurried downstairs to find that the iron fence of the stairs was locked, and no one answered no matter how they shouted.

Jiang Sheng, who was hungry, silently went up the stairs, feeling more and more aggrieved as he walked. His stomach was empty and his ears were buzzing.

Even though he had witnessed his sister's stiff and lifeless face not long ago, Jiang Sheng still did not shed any tears.

She was strong and helped her grandfather handle all the funeral affairs properly. She thought she was calm and restrained, but her suppressed emotions finally burst out suddenly at this ordinary noon.

Ever since my sister left, she has been bullied by everything, even the door...

She tilted her head and tears kept falling, and she pursed her lips tightly and refused to make a sound.

The boy next to her thought she was depressed because she didn't have lunch, but after walking four floors, the girl still kept her face turned sideways and said nothing, and the boy realized something was wrong.

He ran to the front and saw the girl's fair face covered with tears. He was really startled and was so confused that he didn't know what to do: "How did you..."

After thinking for a while, the boy resisted the unspoken nonsense and said softly: "Don't cry. When someone comes to open the door, can I go to the canteen to buy bread or instant noodles?"

Jiang Sheng still didn't speak, and even said that his face was expressionless, or numb and calm, and only the tears continued to fall honestly.

The young man seemed to realize that this was not the reason. He took out the cafeteria paper from his school uniform pocket and pulled Jiang Sheng to sit down in the corridor: "Did something happen?"

His voice was very gentle: "I once met a little girl in an orphanage. She was very thin and pitiful. She was robbed of snacks and toys by other children. Everyone bullied her..."

"But now that little girl is about to go to college. She is very beautiful, studies well, has a good temper, and has made some friends."

Jiang Sheng cried quietly and listened quietly.

She was also adopted by her grandfather from an orphanage. In the past, everyone in the orphanage bullied her, including the director.

She heard the person next to her speak again, with a very clear and calm tone. She was talking about an unbearable experience, but there was no hint of resentment. She was just stating the facts:

"I was adopted when I was a child. The family that adopted me had two biological sons. They didn't like me. There was only one grandma who was kind to me. But when I was four years old, she left..."

He seemed to smile: "After my grandma left, I couldn't eat enough every day. The most serious time was when I fainted from hunger and fainted in the field. When I gradually woke up and looked at the halo of the sun, I even thought at that time, okay

I’m tired, that’s it, don’t wake up, it’s good.”

"But I was unwilling to give in. Later, I went from house to house every day to beg for food. When I was six years old and moved to a new home, I no longer lacked food and clothing."

He folded his hands and propped up his knees with his elbows, but his eyes were tilted towards Jiang Sheng, her figure reflected in his eyes: "Cry loudly when you feel sad. There are no obstacles that you can't overcome. Once you finish crying, let it go."

Jiang Sheng suddenly asked seriously: "Did you cry at that time too?"

He thought for a while: "I heard people say that when I was a child, I would cry in my grandma's arms. Maybe it was because I didn't know at the time that I was not the biological child of my adoptive parents, and I was not equal to my parents' preference... But I have never cried since I can remember."

There's no point in crying.

Jiang Sheng felt distressed for a moment.

The person next to her handed her a tissue and said, "Wipe your tears."

Only then did Jiang Sheng realize that she had no tears left. She took the tissue and spread it on her face, leaving only a soft white patch in front of her eyes.

She turned away, a little embarrassed.

She could still vaguely remember the faint fragrance on the tissue.

This chapter seems to have been written...in May. It's getting moldy in the manuscript box.

I can write even after skipping dozens of chapters. In this respect, I am also a talent.
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