Without any precaution, the diagnosis was thrown in front of him, and the doctor drew a red circle in words that he could not read, saying, “Yeah, it’s diagnosed, it’s a progressive degenerative syndrome. I’m sorry.
He turned his head at her side, and she held his hand tight and asked, “Can it be cured?” I’m sorry.
The doctor pointed his pen hat at the back of his head: “The bridge brain disease.” The bridge brain is here, mind a lot of things, your reaction to the outside world, your temperature, your sleep condition, your body information, it’s here. You’re a disease that has been slowly shrinking and emptied, and according to the data, there have been only two cases in the world, two consultations with neuronologists and experts from the United States, and there are no treatment options. I’m sorry.
She asked, “What about medicine if you don’t cut it?” I’m sorry.
The doctor replied: “Tashuda, Anshin, the medicine for Alzheimer’s disease is available and its effects are not assured. I’m sorry.
She asked, “Does it hurt when it happened?” I’m sorry.
It doesn’t hurt. Like before, you’ll fall asleep. It’s gonna be longer and longer because of the bad state of the bridge. I’m sorry.
“How long? I’m sorry.
“A few hours, days, months, no. I’m sorry.
“It’s like a coma…”
“No, during sleep, the REM cells of the lids of the bridge are abnormally active, that is, patients keep dreaming. I’m sorry.
“Dreaming like when we were asleep? I’m sorry.
“Yes, shallow sleep, dreams. I’m sorry.
They’re out of the hospital, the sun is just right.
He squeezed her hand and laughed, “Why are you so nervous? You’ve had a disease before, you’ve been asleep for a while. Let’s hear what the doctor says. I’m sorry.
She answered, “Yeah, you work hard, you sleep a little. I’m sorry.
He said, “Sleep and say good morning. I’m sorry.
She laughed, “Good morning. I’m sorry.
They came together and suddenly the world turned upside down, and he fell into deep sleep in the penultimate second steps.
The first time he woke up, he saw a luminous sunlight on the ceiling, and he knew he was lying on his bed. He remembered the long dream he had just had, but the moment he saw her was suddenly forgotten. She sat side by side at the end of the bed while she looked through some magazine and humming songs.
He moved his body quietly, and from the bottom of his feet strangled her in the eyes of her back, and she jumped out of the bed, standing in the middle of the house laughing, and said, “Good morning.” Sleep well?”
He was like, “Well, dream about it. How long did I sleep?”
“Just 36 hours. She immediately replied, “I’m hungry and I have dumplings in my lunch box. I’m sorry.
“Well, I had to deal with the mail and give me my phone.” I’m sorry.
She came to pull his hand: “Don’t mess up.” You’ve been asleep long, your body’s not listening, I’ll get you up. I’m sorry.
He said: Alas, body is heavy. I don’t know what to do without you. I’m sorry.
She was not pleased: “How could I not have gone without me?” I’m sorry.
He laughed, “Just say it. When you get out of the hospital, when you’re done with your business, you go to the movies. I’m sorry.
“Look at love movies. I’m sorry.
“Okay, love film.”
They talked for a while, ate dumplings, performed hospital discharges, saw a movie, went home and opened a bottle of wine and had sex. The next morning, she opened her eyes and he didn’t.
He had a long dream, in which they had a healthy boy, raised the boy, provided for a two-bedroom house, changed cars, raised a firewood dog called “Apo”, and then lost Po, and raised “specks” and “leaves” until they died. They live in two-bedroom houses, and the room is growing, and they are becoming smaller and smaller, slowly like a pair of dependent babies.
He opened his eyes, saw the ceiling and the sunlight, and then moved his eyes to look for her. She sat by the window, and the curtains covered her with light and made her as transparent as a glass.
She saw him waking up and laughing, “Good morning. I’m sorry.
He said, “Did you sleep well? Did you dream? I’m sorry.
And said: Lo! it is always waiting for you to wake up, that I shall not have time to take care of my home. I’m sorry.
He coughed and asked, “Good morning. How long have you been asleep?”
“The dumplings are broken anyway. “Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I’m sorry.
He replied, “No, it seems not. I want to talk to you. I’m done. I have to deal with mail. I’m sorry.
She said, “Well, I want to talk to you too. I’m sorry.
They talked for 15 minutes, and he told her his dream, and two people held hands and laughed. She told him about the latest weather, about the fun news, about the humming. Fifteen minutes later, he failed to finish a joke and left his bag in his sleep.
She fell on the floor and people stormed into the ward, wearing a mask and filling her lungs with oxygen-rich solutions. She was put in a transparent capsule, passing through the blizzard city in a drone, and on the way a strange doctor looked at the air to read her vital signs, and then he said, “Your body can’t stand the next cold hibernation, and this unfrozen damage is great. I’m sorry.
“I paid enough.” Watching his brain state, unfreezing me when he’s about to wake up, as was the contract 50 years ago. I’m sorry.
The doctor laughed: “The gentleman has…”
She looked at the vortex of the sky through the liquid, and said, “Good morning to wake up.” I’m afraid he won’t see me when he wakes up. I’m sorry.
And he said on the couch: “O early morning. A smile with wrinkles.
Must be dreaming.
The end–
□ Chang lan
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
