I Was Once a Legend

Lin Hangzhi got off the operating table exhaustedly, took off the blood-stained gloves, and cleaned up.

It is common for him to stand on the operating table for several hours in a row. The passion and blood of studying medicine at the beginning have been exhausted by the busy work and dealing with patients day after day. It is the instinct to save lives and heal the wounded already engraved in his bones, as well as the doctor's sense of mission and responsibility.

He returned to the office and sorted out the patient's treatment plan. The colleague next door asked, "Doctor Lin, are you on the night shift tonight?"

"Yes." Lin Hangzhi took a deep breath, covered his face with his hands, and murmured, "I'm so tired, I really want to fall in love, I'm already 30 years old, why, why don't I even have time to meet girls now?" I can’t get it out, the sons of my high school classmates are all in elementary school, why don’t I even have a girlfriend!”

The doctor next door patted him on the shoulder empathetically, and went to make rounds.

Lin Hangzhi let out a long sigh, and he slumped on the back of the chair to rest for a while, then he mustered his energy and continued to work.

Suddenly, he saw a corner of the notebook. Lin Hangzhi pinched the corner and pulled out the thing. It was an invitation letter. The moment he saw this thing, Lin Hangzhi's thoughts immediately returned to eight years ago, eight years ago in the In the hospital where he practiced, he also saw this kind of invitation letter on the desk.

It stands to reason that Lin Hangzhi should not remember so clearly what happened so many years ago, but the moment he saw the invitation letter, the relevant pictures from that year flooded in, allowing him to clearly recall every detail.

This time, the words on the invitation letter were slightly different from the previous ones.

Dear Mr. Lin Hangzhi:

Please take this invitation to ████ on July 8th, where I will be waiting for your visit.

Inviter: ██

August 8rd?Isn't it today?Lin Hangzhi looked at the lower right corner of the computer to confirm that it was indeed today. He frowned, scratched the blacked-out place names with his fingernails, and found that this was not the kind of layer that could be scratched at all.

An invitation letter that does not reveal the location and who is inviting.

Lin Hangzhi was full of doubts, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

A colleague hurried in from the outside and said: "The 18-bed patient accidentally forgot the gauze in his stomach during the operation. It was only discovered when the sutures were completed and the surgical equipment was counted, and the stomach was cut open again to take it out."

Lin Hangzhi let out an ah, opened the drawer and swept the invitation letter in, and asked, "What should I do?"

"The director has already reported it to the police. There must be a penalty. It's really strange. How could Lao Lin make such a mistake?"

Medical malpractice is not a good topic, and no one will talk about it soon. Lin Hangzhi sat on the chair with a heavy heart, staring at the computer screen, the notebook in hand and the ward round record, and suddenly a chill ran from the tailbone down the spine Come up, instantly creepy.

It's like...something went wrong.

Victor was sitting on the train home, hearing the rumble of the railroad tracks. There were not many people in the carriage, so it seemed extraordinarily quiet. Outside the window was an endless snow field and a standing pine forest, which had been silently guarding the city for thousands of years. the ground beneath his feet.

Suddenly, Victor heard a cat meowing, this is on the train, how could there be a cat?

He thought he had heard it wrong, but then, another cat meowed.

Victor couldn't help straightening up and looking around, trying to find the source of the sound. A couple next to him was looking at their mobile phone with a pair of headphones on, while the man diagonally across from him was sleeping soundly with his hands folded on his chest. Except for him, there was no one else at all. People hear unusual noises.

Victor could only sit back in doubt. He looked out of the window again, and suddenly found a few lines of writing on the glass.

The fog that filled the window was used as a canvas, and the freshly written handwriting seemed to condense downward.

Dear Mr. Victor:

Please take this invitation to ████ on July 9th, where I will be waiting for your visit.

Inviter: ██

The man on the opposite side has been sleeping, and the others didn't show any abnormal behavior. Victor frowned and stared at the handwriting for a few seconds. It seemed that something was loosening deep inside his heart. Some kind of memory imprinted in his soul was trying to break free. bondage.

He raised his hand and wiped the mist away.

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Wang Que put down his brush.

The canvas is an unfinished work, and the outline of the roof and the setting sun can be seen. She put the pen into the bucket, and the color quickly spread in the water. Wang Que stood up, put down the cloth cover, and stretched , stand by the window.

During the holiday after the college entrance examination, she applied for a summer job in this art gallery in order to get in touch with more excellent paintings. It is often used as a venue for various commercial art exhibitions. As a result, Wang Que accidentally met the rich young master Dong Linhai. There is also a lot of communication on social software.

Dong Linhai encouraged her to continue drawing those scenes. It was the first time for Wang Que to meet her peers who could resonate with her so much, and she was greatly encouraged.

"Meow~"

Wang Que turned her head suddenly, the door of the small studio was not closed tightly, a cat figure appeared in the crack of the door, it was a very pure white garden cat, looking at her with amber eyes, as if inviting, gently meowed.

"kitten?"

Wang Que left the window. As soon as she walked over and opened the door, the cat ran out. Wang Que chased after it. The white cat looked back from time to time to make sure that Wang Que could keep up. Just like this, when Wang Que recovered, she Has been taken up a long gallery.

She gradually stopped, and the white cat also stopped in place to wait for her. On the walls on both sides were paintings that Wang Que had never seen before. Are there still these collections in the art gallery?she does not know.

At the end of the corridor, there is a huge portrait, in which is a girl sitting on a chair, with her head lowered, her eyes closed, her hands clasped to her lips, as if praying devoutly, her long hair tied into twists He was wearing a dark blue dress with silvery white patterns embroidered on the hem and cuffs. Both the fabric and the texture of the skin were so delicate and real that they didn't look like a painting at all.

Wang Que was attracted, she walked to this portrait, the life-sized girl seemed to have magical powers, which made her feel familiar and kind in her heart.

She didn't notice that the white cat had left unknowingly, as if it had never existed before, Wang Que stretched out her hand, wanting to touch this painting that could be faked.

The moment her fingertips touched the canvas, the eyelashes of the girl in the painting trembled slightly. Then she opened her eyes, looked up at Wang Que, who suddenly had a frightened expression on her face, and said:

"It's time to wake up."

"What?" Wang Que heard her voice trembling.

"I said it's time to wake up." The girl stretched out her hand, and that hand miraculously broke through the limitation of the canvas and touched Wang Que, so Wang Que was pulled forward by her, and the held hand directly Immersed in the canvas, it becomes a part of the painting.

"Dreams of this level should be easy to decipher for you who are in frequent contact with me."

The girl snapped her fingers in front of Wang Que, and the walls of the gallery, the chandelier on the ceiling, and the portraits next to her... all blurred in an instant.

"Wake up, you have more important things to do."

Wang Que opened his eyes.

The rumble of the train repeats monotonously in the ear, and the distorted light and shadow outside the train window seem to be changing drastically every moment, making it impossible to recognize what it is. She is resting on Dong Linhai's shoulder, The boy fell asleep, and the white cat Victor curled up on the small table in the middle, his eyes closed, and his body was still heaving with his breathing.

Luo Yan was sitting opposite her, looking out with her chin resting, seeing that Wang Que had woken up, she put down her hands and said with a smile: "You're awake."

Wang Que nodded, the dream disappeared, and she had recalled everything. After accumulating enough points to get the ticket, the wonton splitter team left the top of the giant tree by train and went to the next area. During the time, you have to pass through a special place called "Memory Corridor".

As long as you pass through it, it marks the entry from the periphery into the center of the pure white land, where the queen is really ruled.

On the other side of the aisle, Cui Zuojing and Dong Zheng leaned on each other and slept soundly on their backs, while Xia Qiongyun and Lin Hangzhi in the row in front of them were also falling into the dreams brought to them by the memory corridor.

It was an illusory reality, a world where there was no misfortune, no death, no day-to-day struggle, and they lived peacefully in the real world just like everyone else, gradually drowning in false beauty .

The author has something to say: I went home today, set off at 10:30 pm and arrived home at [-]:[-] pm. I was almost exhausted after driving for half a day. The update is a bit lacking. I will try to make up for it tomorrow~