Bunny Doll

Our senior year of high school was the tenth year we had known each other, but at that time I still only dared to secretly write his initials on the scrap paper. Until the evening of the heavy rainstorm at graduation, he came to me in the rain, holding in his hand the confession letter I had lost in my desk. Looking at his wet eyes, I subconsciously defended myself: "It's just a prank, haha." Timidity and cowardice have always been my bad qualities. The consequences of this sentence were: he disappeared from sight and never appeared in my life again. Occasionally, I would learn about his situation from mutual friends: he volunteered to join a flight academy in high school, and after graduating from college, he went to the United States for three years of training. This was the last news I could learn. In fact, I have always wanted to say to him: "I'm sorry..." We met again many years later. I graduated from graduate school and worked as an emergency doctor in a tertiary hospital near my home. That day, I was working the night shift as usual. There were still many patients in the emergency room. I was very busy. Suddenly I saw a familiar name on the case card, and I was shocked: bed 28, Jiang Chen, blood type A, admitted to the hospital in a coma after a car accident... I ran to the bed and took a look: It was really him! Blood is flowing... He lay there quietly, but my tears couldn't stop falling. Fortunately, the director's scolding voice calmed me down... I handled everything in the emergency room calmly and quickly. Stop bleeding, bandage, and intramuscularly inject 2 mg of epinephrine... The director said that Jiang Chen's vital signs had stabilized and he was out of danger for the time being. He was immediately transferred to the ICU. However, his family members had not shown up for a day and a night, and the follow-up surgery fee was quite expensive. In a deserted corner, I quietly handed my bank card to his colleague. That week I took off the night shift from time to time to visit him, but he still showed no signs of waking up. The second week, his parents hurried over, knelt on the ground and begged me: "Qingle, please save Jiang Chen." I sadly helped my uncle and aunt up, knowing that my words would be their greatest comfort at this time, and said, "Jiang Chen will wake up." With divine help, Jiang Chen miraculously opened his eyes the next day. His dilated pupils slowly became brighter, and his consciousness gradually became clearer, but he seemed to have lost part of his memory. He didn't recognize everyone in front of him, his parents, relatives, friends, colleagues... He only called out my name: Li Qingle But he only remembered the name. When I stood in front of him, he couldn't match my face with the name. Later, Jiang Chen's parents searched for famous doctors but could not improve the situation. They decided to take Jiang Chen to a German sanatorium for treatment. I know this is the best choice, but I still feel a little uncomfortable. That day, I came to Jiang Chen's single ward and gave him the diary and a rabbit doll that I had hidden when I was young. It was a last resort for my regretful youth. So three years later, I was thirty years old. My parents were clamoring for me to go on a blind date every day, which gave me a headache, so I simply agreed to their request. A Spanish restaurant I had never been to. I wore a washed denim shirt and a pair of black trousers when I went out, and arrived at the blind date on time. As soon as I entered, I saw my blind date waiting for me. When I walked in, I saw it was him. I was a little surprised and asked, "Jiang Chen! Why did you come back to China?" Jiang Chen was wearing a crisp suit, but he was holding the rabbit doll I gave him before. He tilted his head and said with a smile: "To meet someone." We looked at each other and smiled. Fate actually made us meet again in a roundabout way. I think this time when I faced Jiang Chen's bright eyes, I would no longer choose to run away, but said: "We will always be together." Intention: hindsight