Chapter 572 (2/2)

Why is everyone so happy? Is there anything to be happy about in this world? What is happiness?

I see beautiful girl: why pinch my face? When I was a child... It seemed that someone had pinched it. It didn't seem to have. I don't remember. It didn't matter.

Brian looked at me soft and sad and didn't speak.

His meaning has something to do with me, because I'm sick. Everyone comes to see me, and what he says naturally has something to do with me, right?

Are you here to see me? Sick... I'm sick. It's strange.

The foreigner waved and someone ran out in a hurry; Inside, it was quiet again.

I turned to have a look, the room is very big, put a very big bed, also put a group of sofa.

But there were more people in the room. There were only a few people sitting. Brian had no seat.

Beautiful girl sitting next to me, she looks really good-looking, looking comfortable.

I look at her. She pulls me and holds me in her arms.

I don't know what this action means? I didn't move.

”Want to cry?” The girl suddenly asked me, eyes have a clever look.

”Cry?” Why? What is crying? I looked at her suspiciously, didn't understand.

”Do you know me?” She also asked me, her big eyes, with invisible wisdom and far-reaching, her eyes like stars.

”Feel familiar... As if...” I seem to remember that we have something to do with each other; I can't tell.

”I'm honored that you remember me.” She pinched my face and rubbed my head.

Strange. What does she mean? I turn to Brian. He's my brother. He's thinking for me.

”Do you know him? He's your brother. ” She suddenly began to sigh, looking at me, full of pity.

Pity? What do you mean? I read it, but I can't explain it.

Looking at Brian, I said, ”what he said... Is a little familiar.”

Everyone looks at me, very curious. Good... Everyone looks different, but it's nothing to do with me.

Look down, I'm thinking, what are they doing here? It seems to have nothing to do with me. I don't want to. They whispered things I didn't understand, but they didn't mention ”Keren”, so I didn't have to answer them. Foreigner... Sitting foreigner, looking at me several times, laughing, it seems that there is something funny. However, his smile is his business. He doesn't care about my business, and naturally I don't care about his business. Occasionally, I look out of the window, as if there are flowers, as if there is snow. It's nothing to do with me. There are a lot of people outside. I don't know what to do and it has nothing to do with me. There were footsteps outside the door. There seemed to be a lot of people. It seems that they always go in and out like this, just like going through the motions, and like a dragon set. There was tension in the room and people started looking at me. I didn't pay attention to anyone's sight, but I felt that more than one person was looking at me. Some people are pulling out, going out, leaning aside. A foreigner sat next to the foreigner and said in English in a low voice, ”old rule, I've taken two people with me. I've left them outside.” The sitting foreigner pondered a little and said, ”write down the people and give them back to Brian. He may be useful.” There are other people whispering, as if, I can hear, can hear clearly, but I can't react. I already know that they and I are different people, they always say a lot of things, do a lot of things, laugh, make trouble and fret. They and I are different people, they always say a lot of things, do a lot of things, laugh, make trouble, have anxiety. But I didn't, my world is quiet, everything is floating clouds, leisurely. But I can communicate with them, it's just hard, but I don't care. Brian peeled me a big apple. I'm quick now and can get out of bed; They gave me a lot of food, some of which tasted good, some of which tasted bad. If it's delicious, I'll eat a little. If it's not delicious, I won't eat it. It's nothing. It's that little book. It's interesting. I know something about it. After they leave, I can do it by myself. It doesn't matter if you don't do it. It doesn't matter. Floating clouds have no appearance. Everything is illusory and has nothing to do with people. When the door opened, two foreigners escorted a Chinese in. Well, according to Brian, they were Asian, mostly with yellow skin, black hair and black eyes. This Asian is thin and small. Although he is wearing a down jacket, he still feels obviously thin and small. He is probably a little bigger than Brian. It doesn't mean he's big, because Brian is the exception. This Asian American looks different from others. The lines on his face are cold and hard. Needless to say, his eyes are still looking straight at me... Maybe he is looking at a beautiful girl. She is sitting with me. This Asian look is so complicated and profound that I can't understand it, but I don't like it very much. If I look at it, I won't see it. Brian stood next to me with an apple knife in his hand, shaking and angry. I'm very sensitive to him. He's even a little angry. I turned to look at him. His small eyes narrowed dangerously. His muscles were tight and even his breath smelled of fire. Maybe they're not right, but their business, like acting in a movie, has nothing to do with me. There are so many people in the room. It will be OK. Everyone's eyes are focused on me, or inquiry or expectation or pity or sympathy or sadness or... I turn to look at the beautiful girl, and then look at Brian. Brian patted me on the shoulder to reassure me. I don't know what I need to worry about, but he said so, I don't have to fight, it doesn't matter.