Nan Zhi didn’t directly show it to them, but saved the video first, then entered through the album, and reopened the video to let them take a look.
When watching, she herself also glanced at it twice, and discovered that he was dressed neatly, and even had put on the hat.
Before Nan Zhi left, he hadn’t worn it. Looks like it was because she said the wind outside was strong and told him to wear properly, and after he followed what she said, he put it on.
Quite obedient, huh.
No wonder he dared to appear on camera so openly and justifiably.
As soon as Nan Zhi took out the video, the two girls immediately leaned over to watch.
Yueyue’s real name was Yu Yue, best friend Liang Ruo — both of them didn’t give their real names, because they didn’t trust this unfamiliar jiejie [older sister], even though she looked very familiar, still, one must not be without a heart of guarding against others. Especially since they hadn’t seen Song Qing, everything was just her one-sided words.
She had heard others say, some hospitals are very dark, would turn some people without family caretakers into accidents, then secretly buy and sell organs.
Song Qing’s family didn’t want him anymore, no one was paying attention to him — he was the best target to make a move on, so the two of them tried hard to create the appearance that they cared a lot about him, insisting on seeing him in person, their attitude very firm.
They still hadn’t seen the person, but had seen the video.
In the video, he was dressed neatly, mental state very good, a bit thinner than before, but had become much fairer. His head lowered while knitting a scarf, the yarn with pom-poms wrapped around his pinky finger, with each stitch the yarn sliding over his fingertip a bit.
One could tell, it should be just starting to learn, still unskilled, but same as before, back straight like a rod, posture very pleasant to look at.
When lowering his head, from the side view one could see a bit of the nape groove showing, line beautiful, skin tone fair, seemed even more good-looking than before.
Expression calm like still water, not the slightest trace of the gloominess from a few days ago in the hospital, like having crawled out of a mud pit, cleaned off, and bathed in sunlight.
Completely not like someone coerced or imprisoned — not only that, you could see that he was outside, behind him was a very large billboard, lit up with colorful lights, just a little closer and you could clearly see it was the signboard of a big supermarket.
And it was the big supermarket sign from the mall they often went to.
He really was doing well, not silently killed after being made into an “accident.”
That’s so good.
This video, the two girls watched it two or three times in total, Nan Zhi also watched two or three times along with them. At the very end, when he turned his eyes slightly to look this way, Nan Zhi unexpectedly discovered that the spark of starlight burning in his eyes had become even brighter.
Before it was just a small flame, but you could feel his struggle, the green hidden inside after prying open the branch — now those struggles had faded, as if he had already completed a transformation, the branch was green from inside to out.
That vibrant vitality, energy, and life force was so intense it was almost becoming tangible.
What a big change.
Being with him every day, she hadn’t noticed, it wasn’t until suddenly watching the video that she discovered the difference.
Yu Yue and Liang Ruo watched two more times, trying hard to find fabricated falseness on him, every detail was observed, and the final conclusion was — none.
Even the sharp edges of his brows and eyes from before had, at a time unknown to them, softened.
When raising his eyes, it was no longer an endless field of icy shards, but a pool of autumn water.
Who was he looking at?
Why such a big change?
She didn’t know why, but they instinctively felt it was a woman.
In the past, everyone always joked, saying they didn’t know who would pick this “high mountain flower”, because everyone knew it was impossible, so no one took it seriously. Now, Yu Yue had a bad feeling in her heart.
This high mountain flower seemed like it was going to be taken by someone.
How could it be so fast?
Who exactly was he looking at?
Who was this video sent to?
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In a small alley in the old district of Puxin Road, Song Qing was tidying up the scarf he had knitted with two horizontal rows. After fixing it up, he didn’t continue knitting, just waited for a message.
After a while, a ding-ling sound came from the phone. He opened it to take a look — it was a message from Nan Zhi.
Nan Zhi was still the same as before, telling him to be a bit careful, not to tire himself, and that it was fine so long as he could grasp his own limits well.
After Song Qing replied to Nan Zhi on WeChat, he picked up the scarf and continued knitting.
The flat stitch was very simple — he could do it, but wasn’t familiar with it yet, not able to achieve that level like the old grandma beside him, who didn’t even shift her gaze, looked at him while her hands kept moving nonstop.
Song Qing slowly sped up, and because it was that kind of yarn with pom-poms, where at a certain distance there was one pom-pom, it would get stuck in just the right place, so there was no need to worry about the tightness of the knit — it would definitely fall right into that pit indentation. After knitting for a while, he gradually became much bolder.
Before long, he could even be a little distracted for a moment. As he was knitting, suddenly he heard someone ask him.
“Child, what’s wrong with your leg? How did it end up like that?”
Song Qing’s hands paused slightly, then continued after a moment. He didn’t forget to reply, calmly talking about his leg.
“Hit by a car in an accident.”
He was no longer in that state of rotting and stinking in the hospital ward right after the accident, nor was he still being dragged into the hallway, staring at the tiny window all day, his head aching and nerves stinging from the gusting wind as he waited to die. Just like he said — he left all the unease, hesitation, disgrace, and embarrassment behind in the hospital.
He was going to live a new life.
After leaving the hospital and confirming that Nan Zhi’s character wasn’t the type to go back on her word, nor someone who would randomly toy with him, he became much more at ease. Those emotions that had dragged him down were also discarded.
If he wanted to move forward, and still carried hesitation, confusion, pride, and all those useless things, he’d only end up too burdened to even crawl.
“Aiya, that shameless driver, how could he be so heartless!”
“Yes ah, so young.”
He hadn’t gone into the details, but the few old grandmas still felt incredibly distressed, scolding that immoral driver thoroughly — and it made him feel inexplicably more at ease.
As if someone had spoken up on his behalf.
Song Qing couldn’t help but bring up the child he saved — the family never once came to see him, not even a single word of thanks through another person.
The grandmas scolded that family for him again.
Song Qing felt even more at ease.
He leaned against the corner, sitting among a row of old grandmas, basking in the sunlight, and actually felt a bit relaxed.
His state of mind was so good that even he himself felt amazed, but he didn’t dislike this kind of feeling — on the contrary, he was immersed in it, all the way until evening, when his phone ringtone rang.
Song Qing took out his phone and looked — it was the alarm he had set for himself.
At this time, in about forty minutes, Nan Zhi should be getting off work.
It was time to go back and cook for her.