But looking at this patient a pair of desire to talk and stop, want to go on, Muqiu no longer interrupt, seriously listen to this patient continue to say.
This patient is biting her lips tightly, Mu Qiu looks at her with worried face, for fear that she will hurt herself and bite her lips suddenly.
"The day my grandmother died, I actually saw her die that day."
"When I got up in the morning, it was dazzling outside the window. When I got up, I went into the living room and just saw my grandmother lying motionless in a pool of blood."
"At that time, I didn't know it was human blood. I thought grandma was just lying on the ground to sleep. I went up and pushed her. I wanted her to go to bed and have a rest. Don't catch a cold on the ground. "
"However, I shook my grandmother's body for a long time, but she still didn't move. Then I was so scared that I hid in the house and didn't dare to go out. I was afraid of the feeling of talking to people but everyone took care of me."
"When my parents come back, I'll take grandma to the hospital, but it's no longer possible."
"Although my closest and favorite is grandma, every time I face the portrait of grandma, I walk past with my eyes closed."
"Later, every time I look at something, there will be a red pool around my eyes." The patient sighed.
"But I know grandma will guard me in heaven, so I won't be as scared as before." The patient had a red nose, rubbed his eyes, and then kept looking down at his palm.
Although Muqiu could not feel the feeling of the patient at that time, Muqiu could really feel the patient's mood.
After all, Muqiu lost her parents when she was a child. She needed love, but love no longer existed.
Mu Qiu held her breath and looked at the patient silently, then looked at the sunlight outside the window. But the weather is not as good as Muqiu thought.
Just now, it was blue sky and white clouds, and the sun was just right. Now, suddenly, the clouds are thick, and then the storm begins.
Listen to the sound of rain outside the window, Mu Qiu and the patient's atmosphere is more and more dull.
After a while, the patient began to relax.
Suddenly, the patient suddenly raised his head, looked at Muqiu sincerely and said: "thank you, Muqiu!"“ After all, it's not the first time we've met. Do you mind if I call you that? "
"No, but you should thank yourself for telling me the secret." Mu Qiu said.
"It won't be a secret in the future. I'll tell a lot of people."
"But I still wear these glasses all the time, not because I'm afraid, but because I don't like the colors." The patient said firmly.
"Well, since rice has made a decision, I can't say anything, so you can stay and take it down when you really want to accept the color." Mu Qiu said.
"Good autumn!" As soon as the patient finished speaking, they both laughed.
Then, the patient was lying in front of the window, and the blue markers drew a picture.
After painting, it was given to Muqiu. This painting is Muqiu.
Mu Qiu admired the patient very much. He could find the right color without looking at the color, and he could draw himself.
When Mu Qiu left with the painting, for the sake of fairness, he told the patient his secret.