Chapter 101 Chapter 5 Waking up from a coma

The news of Hai'an's awakening shocked the entire hospital. For a whole week, many doctors who had nothing to do with the medical record came to hear the news and participated in various evaluations and discussions in the spirit of scientific research.Jier, Suyuan and Xiaomei brought various supplements, and they learned from the attending doctor that Hai'an's speed of mental and physical recovery can be said to be a miracle.Everyone was very happy, lingering around Hai'an's couch, trying to tell him what happened these days. The special ward in Hai'an was as lively as a festive festival.

After getting out of bed on the third day and trying to stand up and walk, Haian no longer wanted to stay on the hospital bed. Xiaoye pushed the wheelchair all day long and followed Haian closely, asking him to sit down and rest at any time.This effort often failed, Hai An's energy was rapidly regaining, and he soon refused to use the wheelchair again. Nurses also often walk around in this ward with seemingly indistinct reasons.Seeing that Hai'an was in good spirits, they even sat down to chat, and the ward was filled with laughter, as if the pain had left the hospital.Although the effects of surgery and long-term lying down are still there, Haian often suffers from poor physical strength, but he mostly bears it and does not show fatigue. Everyone can only see that Haian is more cheerful than before.He made a lot of phone calls from the ward, rectified his long-abandoned stock investment by remote control, and discussed with Xiaoye about the reopening of the sad coffee shop with great vigor.

Haian and Jill have a long story.Hai'an ate the whole pot of stewed chicken that Xiaomei made for him in person.Haian helped Suyuan draw up a stock investment plan. Only in the dead of night, when even Xiaoye went back, did Hai'an's ward return to silence. Hai'an was accompanied by a drip bottle, and he lay quietly on the bed, unable to fall asleep.Since waking up from his long sleep after the car accident, he has been unable to sleep. In the past few days, Hai'an has been thinking about many things for no reason.He thought of Henin often, and remembered an event that hardly existed in his memory.

It was a strange day, the house was full of guests.At that time, his family was in the United States, and Hai'an was only half a year old. He was lying on his stomach in a crib painted white and blue. A specially made double-sized crib with double pillows, two small quilts, and two colorful rotating wind balloons hanging on the bedside. Only Xiao Hai'an was lying in the crib.Adults walking outside the crib, lots of people.The sound of their hasty discussions became louder from time to time, and Dad suppressed the noise with a soft hiss. "Don't make noise, Hai'an is asleep." Dad said.

They thought that Xiao Hai'an was asleep, and they thought that Xiao Hai'an couldn't understand these discussions, but Xiao Hai'an could understand, and he paid special attention to his mother's voice. Mom persisted.She disagrees with everyone. "No Western stuff, listen to me, Haining is a Chinese child, I want to give him the Chinese way." Mom said, and she kept repeating this sentence. Xiao Hai'an looked out from the gap in the crib and saw the adults gathered around the dining table.On the dining table was a small urn, made of coffee-colored pottery, which shone slightly under the light.

"After the cremation," my mother explained to Xiao Hai'an's grandparents in English, "the ashes are put inside." "Mei Ji," the grandfather said, calling his mother by her English nickname, "you can't keep the ashes with you forever, can you?" "Don't take it with you. The urn should be enshrined in a temple, a Chinese temple." Mom said, staring into Grandpa's eyes.Whenever mom made up her mind, she had this look on her face. That was the first and last time Xiao Haian saw the urn.For the next thirty years, Hai'an never thought of the ceramic urn or Haining's Chinese funeral at all.

Until he traveled in Madagascar, met Jesus, and saw the ceramics he carried with him for the first time, Haian suddenly had a feeling that he could never do without Jesus. But Jesus didn't need him. Following tenaciously three times in a row, Haian finally returned to Taipei with a broken heart. Hai'an, who was in a coma and long dream, saw his elder brother Haining again, grown up, thirty years old, the same age as him.Haining flew with him in the dark sky, a dream without any plot is pure flying. At the end of the flight, Haian couldn't keep up with Haining. Haining flew faster and further away from him, shrinking into a small black shadow. Haining flew into a pottery, and a piece of sealing paper covered the mouth of the pottery. , the dark sky is filled with howling gales.

Hai'an reached out to open the ceramic, but he couldn't control his flying.He turned quickly in the wind, but the wind was too wild, too wild, blowing Hai'an into the distance.Hai'an desperately stretched out his arms, but couldn't keep himself from drifting away.Flying farther and farther away, the sky was so dark that I couldn't see anything, only two stars were faintly visible in the distant sky.The dawn is coming again, the dawn of despair. After Hai'an woke up from the coma, he realized that the starlight was Xiaoye's eyes.