Bi Shenghua walked out of the studio with Aoki on his back and came to the aisle outside. At this time, the sun happened to come in from the window, shining on the row of old but very clean chairs.

Bi Shenghua put Aoki down, carefully let him lie flat on a chair, put a cushion under his head and under his feet, and touched under his waist to make sure he was flat and comfortable, and then stood up with his left hand. Rubbing his right shoulder, pressing his waist with his right hand, he smiled apologetically at Zhao Pengcheng who was following him, and said:

"Baking in the sun. People always want to bask in the sun, maybe they will wake up someday!"

Zhao Pengcheng didn't know what to say, so he replied: "Yes, maybe I will wake up someday."

He is a little bit jealous of Aoki, obviously it is impossible to wake up again, he is no different from a dead person, why is there still someone taking care of you so meticulously, and someone waiting for you to wake up?

He put himself in the situation and thought, if they exchanged situations, someone would take care of themselves for ten years, and would anyone expect him to wake up?

The answer is: no.

Zhao Pengcheng suddenly felt lonely—another new human emotion infected him.

The sunlight shone on Aoki's face, reflecting the luster of a beautiful jade. The jet-black hair was still as messy as he used to be, but a closer look revealed that there was no dandruff or dirt. I don't know how this woman has cleaned it up for such a long period of time while maintaining this strange hairstyle.

"Are you a doctor?" Bi Shenghua asked suddenly.

"how do you know?"

"Guess it."

Zhao Pengcheng thought that ten years of prison life had almost corrected all the problems he left behind when he was a doctor, but he did not expect that a strange woman would see his profession as soon as he was released from prison.

He raised his hand and looked at his palm, which was covered with calluses and scars from working in prison. He laughed at himself: "I almost forgot that I used to be a doctor."

Bi Shenghua smiled, as if she had completely relaxed her vigilance towards Zhao Pengcheng, and she turned her body joints easily and naturally. It could be seen that taking care of such a completely vegetative person every day made her very tired, but her face showed satisfaction. Smile. With the sun shining on her face, you can clearly see the deep crow's feet in the corners of her eyes, and the few white threads mingled in her short hair.

This is a typical middle-aged woman who is good at housework and taking care of men.

But from her slightly raised eyebrows, straight and slender nose, slightly tough cheek contours, and a neutral dress, Zhao Pengcheng can still imagine that she must be a heroic and exquisite girl ten years ago.

"This used to be a bar?" he asked.

"Yes, I used to open a bar, they all call me Ruhua, in fact, that's the name of the bar." Bi Shenghua seemed to recall something, and a happy expression floated on her face.

"Why... not open anymore?"

"Look at the way this street looks, can it still be opened?"

Bi Shenghua looked at the window, her eyes blurred.

The outside of the glass was covered with gray, and the view was not transparent. You could vaguely see the outline of the trees on the street and the house on the opposite side. There were no people outside the window and no dogs barking.

"Shortly after he fell into a coma, the bar was closed. In fact, the street was still very lively at that time."

Zhao Pengcheng heard a little bit sad, and said: "Do you want to know why he became like this?"

"No, I just want to know if he can wake up." Bi Shenghua looked at Zhao Pengcheng very seriously, as if trying to find the answer from his face.

Zhao Pengcheng couldn't bear it. After a long silence, he finally shook his head.

Lifetime Flower smiled. Despite deliberately concealing it, Zhao Pengcheng still saw a flash of disappointment on her face.

"Can you take care of me? I'm going to cook." Bi Shenghua gently glanced at Aoki lying on the chair. "Actually, he doesn't need to look after him. He doesn't move, but someone is watching. Always rest assured."

Zhao Pengcheng did not refuse, nodded and said, "Okay."

Bi Sheng Hua went downstairs and turned around and shouted: "Oh, you can stay and eat."

Zhao Pengcheng saw that there was an empty chair beside Aoki, so he sat down. He didn't know why he had to agree to this woman's request, sitting in this narrow aisle by the window, like a child helping strangers see things.

Aoki lay peacefully next to him, the sunlight moved from his face to his chest, and then left his body little by little and moved to the ground, until it moved to the opposite wall.

Probably to prevent the wall skin from falling off and splashing dust, there are many newspapers stuck on the wall. When the sun moved over, a bright square appeared, as if playing a slideshow. Zhao Pengcheng saw an obituary--

Mr. Xia Wenyuan, a famous entrepreneur and philanthropist in the city, died of illness yesterday

The obituary occupies a whole page, and at a glance, you know that Mr. Xia is a big man. Zhao Pengcheng glanced at the date of the newspaper, which was eight years ago.

Beside this newspaper, the eye-catching topic of another newspaper was revealed-the Wolf family conflict, the North American Wolf King died in an unfavorable life-but I don't know which month and year it happened.

The sunlight moves slowly, like a screen of changing pictures. Although they are all old newspapers, there is no latest news, but compared with the news in the prison, the content is rich enough, so that Zhao Pengcheng, who has just been released from prison, can read it with gusto——

The killing of cats reappears, the cat crisis is coming again

An earthquake in the South Pacific, a tsunami swallowed the outer islands of the Tubuai Archipelago, leaving thousands of people homeless

The famous physicist Frederick is killed in an explosion in a laboratory in Sweden

Gun battles occurred in many places, suspected to be fighting each other by intelligence organizations

The feline population has decreased greatly, leading to the global rat flooding, and the new plague crisis reappeared in many places.

...

Zhao Pengcheng stood up unknowingly ~lightnovelpub.net~ Following the footsteps of the sun, he reached the top of the stairs all the way. An old yellow cat sprang out from there, meowing, startled him.

He leaned down and wanted to stroke the cat's head to show his apology and condolences to the race that had suffered tremendous pain in the past ten years. However, as soon as the old cat withdrew, he suddenly arched his back, staring at him, full of hostility towards Zhao Pengcheng.

Zhao Pengcheng stretched out his hands and didn't know whether to enter or retreat. The flower of his life came up and smiled: "This cat doesn't like strangers." He shouted to the cat, "Sound, the meal is ready."

The cat twisted his slightly old and fat body and went downstairs.

Bishenghua walked to the bench, helped Aoki up, and beckoned to Zhao Pengcheng: "Please help me, the sun won't shine, it's time to go in."

Zhao Pengcheng helped her back the Qingmu back to the clean room.

"Let's go and eat. It has been a long time since no one has come to eat with me."

When the lifelong flower came out, he took down the crow specimen. Zhao Pengcheng felt strange, but didn't ask much.

The meal is in a large room downstairs, and the decoration and furnishings are still the same as the original bar. The food is placed on one of the tables, and you can smell a scent from far away.

In addition to the table where they ate, there was also a table with two bowls and a plate on which was placed a whole elbow with sauce. The old yellow cat was lying lazily on the table.