After Lin Weixia took Ban Sheng back home, he began to receive treatment and stopped resisting. Before the end of the semester, the school investigated the truth and gave Ban Sheng justice. The project he had been following in the laboratory was also signed back under his name.
As for those who spread rumors and caused trouble, the school gave them demerits and ordered them to write a handwritten apology letter and publish it on the school's official website.
superior.
After the school was on winter vacation, Lin Weixia called her aunt and told her that she wanted to stay there. Her aunt felt sorry for her and said a few more words on the phone, saying that it was not worth it, and she hung up the phone angrily.
Ban Sheng underwent a total of eight MT treatments, including electroacupuncture, transcranial magnetic therapy, etc. Anesthetics were injected into his tendons and veins, and he fainted all of a sudden.
During the electroacupuncture, needles were inserted into the center of the eyebrows, the base of the thumb, and the top of the head. The process was long and painful. Lin Weixia felt the pain just watching it, but she could do nothing but stay by his side silently.
When the disease flares up, Ban Sheng will drop things, have hand tremors, and have hallucinations. At this time, Ban Sheng's emotions become uncontrollably depressed and pessimistic.
Occasionally, during light therapy or biology group training, the nurse may not be available.
Ban Sheng usually sneaks out alone to relax at this time. Lin Weixia is used to it, but the difference this time is that he will send her a location.
Lin Weixia knew that sometimes he wanted to be alone, so every time she found someone, she would stay far behind and not go forward to disturb him.
After Ban Sheng had digested his emotions, she took the matter back without any hesitation.
There was still half a month before the Chinese New Year. The snow began to melt, and the streets and alleys began to be decorated with lights and colorful decorations, and everywhere was filled with festive red. Lin Weixia bought a bunch of bright red Lantern Festival flowers and placed them in the ward, making the whole room bright and bright.
Ban Sheng had just finished his treatment and taken some medicine. He was lying on the bed, looking very weak. His skin was so pale that the pale blue blood vessels on his slender neck were more obvious.
Ban Sheng sat in bed, his dark wet eyelashes drooping, his expression lazy, and said lightly: "I dreamed of my mother again, and Liang Jiashu."
In his dream he wanted to talk to them, but no one paid any attention to him.
No one forgave him.
The feeling of powerlessness, despair, and regret came over him once again, binding him like an invisible rope. Ban Sheng could not move, and his breathing was trembling.
Lin Weixia moved while arranging the flowers, found a chair and sat in front of Ban Sheng, took out a scroll from her bag, handed it to him, smiled at him, and said in a gentle voice: "I have something for you, open it and take a look."
Because of the effect of the drug, Ban Sheng seemed to be floating in the clouds. He raised his hand and rubbed his sleepy eyelids, then opened them casually. He glanced at the scene inadvertently and paused.
What appeared in front of me was a painting. The whole painting was very dark, with a gloomy atmosphere and freehand style. In the painting, there were two boys standing in a tunnel. One of the boys was very tall, with a cold expressionless face, wearing a black T-shirt, and holding a can of blue Pepsi in his left hand. The other boy was shorter, wearing a blue and white striped T-shirt, and had curly hair.
The tunnel was pitch black, with black spiders crawling on both sides, skulls with one eye, and man-eating monsters.
It's chilling to watch.
The tall boy grabbed the curly-haired boy's hand, and the two of them walked forward through the dark tunnel together. Right in front of them, a beam of light came through, and a large area of color disappeared, and suddenly became bright.
There is a playground ahead.
There is a signature in the lower left corner of the painting, with faint lead type engraved on it: Me and my friends who protect me.
Emotions surged in Ban Sheng's eyes, and a bitter feeling rushed up from his throat. A tear fell on the paper, leaving the word "friend" in faint handwriting.
I have a lot to say, but I can't say a word.
Lin Weixia reached out to wipe his tears. Her smile was faint, but she couldn't help crying: "So it was you. Liang Jiashu wrote to me before and said that he had a friend who protected him. It turned out to be you."
"Ah Sheng, don't feel guilty anymore. I dreamed about Jiashu some time ago. He asked me to tell you, thank you, thank you for always protecting him. That incident was just an accident, he said it wasn't your fault."
Yes, during physical education class, everyone excluded Liang Jiashu. His classmates disliked him for being too thin and looking feminine, and no one chose to partner with him. It was Ban Sheng who pretended to be the only one left and reluctantly partnered with him with a cool face.
When Liang Jiashu was bullied, it was Ban Sheng who privately asked someone to warn him.
After Liang Jiashu entered high school, he often wrote to Lin Weixia, in which he said that he had a friend who would protect him, but Lin Weixia never took it seriously. Because when Liang Jiashu was bullied in junior high school, he often imagined a boy who could help him slay dragons and drive away bad guys.
But I didn’t expect it to be true this time.
This young man is Ban Sheng.
Her boy has a pure and soft heart.
Lin Weixia asked Liang Jiashu's relatives to send this painting to her, and they took a long time to find it.
Ban Sheng was stunned when he heard a pair of clear and distinct voices. The knot in his heart was cut, and a feeling of sadness arose.
The phone in Lin Weixia's pocket vibrated, and she took it out and saw that it was a video call from Wu Suan. Her eyelashes fluttered, and then she handed it to Ban Sheng.
Ban Sheng forced a smile, thinking it was a greeting from a friend, and clicked to accept. With a "ding" sound, the video was connected. When he saw the person clearly in the camera, his smile froze.
A serious face that had appeared in his dreams countless times appeared in a dead silence. Ban Sheng had difficulty breathing, as if he was trapped in a container, with a square black iron roof above his head, and sadness spreading everywhere.
Ban's father was wearing a blue and white hospital gown, lying on the bed. He was diagnosed with uremia a year ago and was sent to the hospital. Because of his serious illness, his organ functions declined rapidly, and his gastrointestinal dysfunction caused bleeding.
In the later stages of the disease, Ban's father often suffered from symptoms of pulmonary edema and pericardial effusion. When the disease flared up, his lower limbs swelled and he could not urinate. He was in so much pain that he could not sleep all night.
This disease is a disease of the rich and noble, and the patient can be kept alive by dialysis, but it is very torturous and makes people feel that it is more painful than having surgery.
When the disease broke out, Ban's father felt so miserable that he thought he might as well die.
Ban's father, who had just finished dialysis, looked more than ten years older than his actual age. He didn't look like a middle-aged man, but more like a dying old man.
Mr. Ban's face was pale and his whole body was swollen like a ball. He seemed unable to even lift his cell phone. His muscles were weak, and there were several wrinkles on his face. He looked much less energetic than before.
Compared to his previous harshness and indifference, Ban's father has become much gentler.
He had just opened his mouth to speak when his movements paused as if his wound had been injured. Then he struggled to sit up a little straighter from his sickbed, gasping in pain.
Neither of them spoke first. Ban's father moved his lips, but he seemed unable to open his face. He coughed for a long time and asked:
"How are you now?"
Ban Sheng lowered his head and chuckled, "Not dead yet."
"you-"
Mr. Ban was obviously angry, his chest was heaving violently. When he got angry, the pain in his body became even worse, and he fell straight back. The sound of an alarm being triggered was heard in the ward, and nurses and doctors rushed in.
The phone fell on the bed sheets, the lens was blocked and nothing could be seen.
All he could hear were the medical staff's instructions to save the patient quickly and to guide him to relax, as well as his aunt's constant persuasion and Ban's father's heavy breathing.
The dripping sound is rapid and sharp.
Ban Sheng didn't hang up either.
He wanted to know why his father, who had not cared about him for three years, called him this time.
Half an hour later, the camera was focused on Ban's father's face as he lay on the sick bed. There was no trace of blood on his face, and his eyes were cloudy, like a bubble that would burst if poked.
Mr. Ban sighed heavily. What was he doing? Why was he still angry with his own child because he couldn't let go of his pride? Since he got sick, Mr. Ban has not been able to find a suitable kidney source. This disease is tormenting and incurable.
He was hanging on to his last breath, half dead.
This is probably his karma.
Life is a disease, and he has become more open-minded about everything, but he still dares not face the meanness in his own bones.
Ban's father looked at Ban Sheng, coughed and said, "Ah Sheng, no matter how much you blame me, it's all right. Everything is Dad's fault. For more than ten years, I have been avoiding losing your mother and my responsibility to you. The fault is mine. I was too cowardly and failed to protect... you and your mother."
"I changed my phone number because something happened at the company a while ago, and my assistant helped me change it," Mr. Ban breathed heavily, his face flushed and his eyes red. "I actually went to see you secretly during the years you were abroad. You haven't touched the money in your card for so many years. I may not live long. Recently, I keep dreaming about your mother blaming me. I feel guilty, cough cough... I dare not appear in front of you."
Ben Sheng leaned his head against the wall, closed his eyes, and silently clenched his fist with his other hand, so hard that veins bulged. He had always thought that all this was his fault. How long had he waited for these words
He has been fighting against this world for so many years, with tears hanging from his eyelashes that stubbornly refuse to fall, but his dark and shiny eyeballs are a hidden red.
"If the girl next to you hadn't come to me, Dad wouldn't have known about your illness... Ah Sheng, go home, your family is waiting for you. Your mother's death was just an accident, not your fault. I knew from childhood that you were a kind child, and it was me who made your view of good and evil in this world blurred. It was my fault that I couldn't be your childhood beacon—
So much so that you have been walking on the road alone for so long.
Ban's father was too embarrassed to admit his mistakes in the beginning, but now, as a grown man, he is humble and begging for peace.
Being sick can really change a person, or it may be that he is really old.
Ban Sheng still didn't speak. The stretched string in his brain was shaky. He closed his eyes, his lips were pale, and his whole body was in pain, as if all his organs had been dismembered alive.
He is in pieces now and doesn't know how to put them together.
Suddenly, a clear, innocent female voice came from the tightly held phone, very cute:
"Brother, I... want brother."
The dark, drooping eyelashes trembled, and the eyes opened, revealing a little girl of two years old. She was wearing a furry hat and looked at Ban Sheng with a pair of big round eyes.
It's a brand new life.
He has a younger sister.
Regardless of whether the reason for changing his phone number was true or false, the cross of empty sin imposed on him could now be removed.
The tear that refused to fall finally slid from the corner of his eye, and all the knots in his heart were automatically untied. The sins and punishments that had trapped him for many years were finally turned into sand by the wind.
Ban Sheng felt that all the bad, dark, and painful things in his body were disappearing, and new things were being injected into him.
The little girl didn't know why her brother was crying. She said anxiously on the other end of the phone, "Brother... don't cry. Guoguo will call you."
"Brother, when will you come home? Guoguo... left several candies for you. I won't give them to others, I'll give them all... to you." The little girl leaned over the phone, biting her fingers.
Ban Sheng was amused by the child, and the hard part in his heart softened, and he said gently:
"When my brother recovers."
"Okay, Guoguo will wait for you to come home, brother, I love you!" The little girl was taught to be lively and cheerful, and she blew a kiss to him on the video.
After the video call ended, there was silence. Ban Sheng felt more relaxed than ever before. The future was new and rising, and worth looking forward to. He returned the phone to Lin Weixia and looked into her smiling face.
"Who said no one loves you?" Lin Weixia looked at him and said.
Ban Sheng raised his hand to tuck the loose hair on Lin Weixia's forehead behind her head and looked at her deeply: "Xia Xia, thank you."
He knew everything she did for him.
"Don't you want to get better and see your sister soon?" Lin Weixia felt a little embarrassed by his look and quickly changed the subject.
Ban Sheng's Adam's apple rolled slowly, and he looked at her: "Will you go back with me?"
"Sure, but I'm not easy to bribe." Lin Weixia supported herself on the bed with both hands, her amber eyes turning slightly, and she joked.
Ban Sheng raised his eyebrows and responded lazily, but his tone was serious: "But I am quite rich, I will give it all to you in the future."
Since then, Ban Sheng has been receiving all-round psychological and physical treatments. His condition is getting better and better. The light in his dark eyes has returned a little, and he has vaguely returned to his former high-spirited appearance.
Lin Weixia often accompanied him for walks, and the two would play basketball together, or stay in the same room, reading their own books. She often felt that as long as she was with Ban Sheng and didn't have to do anything, it was great.
…
More than two months of treatment passed and the New Year arrived.
Before the New Year's Eve, the doctor prescribed him some medicine and Ban Sheng was temporarily discharged from the hospital. The two returned home together and prepared to cook a New Year's Eve dinner at home. They went to the supermarket together to buy a lot of ingredients. Lin Weixia also bought a lot of home decorations, Spring Festival couplets, and a pair of window decorations.
After returning home, Ban Sheng drove Lin Weixia out of the kitchen and stayed inside by himself, starting to prepare dinner with skillful movements. He also made Lin Weixia's favorite soup.
Lin Weixia moved a stool and stood on it. She stood in front of the clean glass to paste window paper-cuts. She stood on tiptoes with great effort and raised the window paper-cuts to above her head with both hands. Her neck was sore from tilting her head. She tried to stand on tiptoes a little higher, and the stool shook a little.
She was startled and nervous, and was about to fall down when a large hand wrapped around Lin Weixia's waist. The heat came over her, and Ban Sheng easily lifted her up into the air.
Lin Weixia let out a cry of surprise.
The man held her waist with one hand and pulled her to sit on his broad shoulders. Ban Sheng raised his hand and tugged at her hips, and asked in a scoundrelly tone:
"Where do you want to post it?"
"I want to stick to your face," Lin Weixia said unhappily, then looked down, so scared that she spoke in a coquettish manner, "Put me down quickly."
Ban Sheng let out a low laugh, his chest trembling slightly. He stopped teasing her and held his girl in his arms, putting her steadily on the ground.
The task of pasting window flowers was naturally handed over to Ban Sheng.
At eight o'clock in the evening, the two sat face to face. Ban Sheng cooked a table of dishes, which were basically her favorite dishes. Lin Weixia took a photo and posted it on WeChat Moments for the first time in her life, with the caption:
New Year^_^
Because it was Lin Weixia's first time posting on WeChat Moments, it attracted a lot of likes and comments. Qiu Minghua noticed that a man's hand was arranging chopsticks on the table of delicious dishes.
The hand was long and slender with distinct joints, and there was a ring on the index finger. I wondered if it could be some handsome guy.
Immediate comment: [Happy New Year, sister-in-law, but why did another man’s hand appear in your circle of friends? ]
Ban: [? My hand.]
Qiu Minghua: [Sorry, my eyes are blurry. I’m full of dog food… Happy New Year.]
Li Yiran also saw this post on WeChat Moments and commented: [I believe you gave him some kind of drug. Tell me what kind of drug did you give him?]
Ban Sheng replied: [I am willing to do so.]
The two of them ate New Year's Eve dinner together and poured wine into their glasses. Lin Weixia took a sip, looked at him and whispered, "Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year." Ban Sheng raised his hand to wipe the wine stains from the corner of her lips and looked at her with a smile.
We will spend next year together again.
After finishing their meal, the two watched the Spring Festival Gala together. Ban Sheng, wearing a black sweatshirt, sat on the sofa. He waved his long arms and held the person on his lap.
At first, the two of them were watching the Spring Festival Gala seriously. Lin Weixia was watching it attentively. Ban Sheng hugged her and started to touch her. His warm lips wandered on her fair neck. Lin Weixia felt itchy and dodged for a while, but later she couldn't avoid it anymore. She was aroused by the kiss and turned her head to kiss him again.
The man's large palm inserted into his long black hair, Lin Weixia's hand rested on his neck, their lips touched each other, then slightly separated, they looked at each other, couldn't help but smile, the deep sweetness in their eyes could melt each other.
Ban Sheng looked at her, lowered his neck, and kissed her again.
Their lips and tongues sucked against each other, their breaths intertwined, and the other large hand moved up to her waist. Lin Weixia shook uncontrollably and began to shudder. The further they kissed, the more difficult it became for her to breathe.
Lin Weixia was a little embarrassed and pushed him away. When they separated, her lips were stained with a layer of ambiguous water stains. Ban Sheng stared at her with heavy eyes, his throat became itchy, and he leaned forward and kissed her lips.
"Hey, I have a New Year's gift for you." Lin Weixia pushed him away, quickly escaped from the man's arms, and went to the room to get the gift.
When Lin Weixia turned around, she saw Ban Sheng sitting lazily on the sofa, his eyes revealing a ruffian's lust, still looking at her with that look.
"I have a gift for you too." Ban Sheng handed her a dark blue gift box.
Lin Weixia sat down holding her huge rectangular gift box, took the blue gift box and opened it. It turned out to be a pink sapphire butterfly necklace from Van Cleef & Arpels, inlaid with pear-shaped diamonds. It shone brightly under the refraction of the light, so beautiful that it was dazzling and breathtaking.
"So beautiful." Lin Weixia sighed.
"Happy New Year, baby." Ban Sheng looked at her and said seriously again.
After the gift was given, Ban Sheng was interested in the huge gift box in her arms. Just as he reached out to open it, Lin Weixia touched her nose a little embarrassedly:
"My gift isn't as good as yours."
Ban Sheng raised an eyebrow after hearing this. He slowly opened the gift box and took a look. It was bottomless and still couldn't see anything. He tilted the gift box and shook it to the side. Countless green bottle caps of different sizes fell into his arms and legs, and some even rolled to the ground.
His sight froze, Ban Sheng leaned forward slightly and picked up the bottle caps. On each bottle cap was written "One more bottle". Turning to look at the kitten, Lin Weixia said embarrassedly:
"It's not a valuable thing. You said before that you have always had bad luck, so I'm going to share some of my good luck with you."
In fact, Lin Weixia bought several boxes of drinks to collect the bottle caps. She opened the drinks one by one until her stomach hurt. She shared them with the children in the welfare home and her classmates. She only had one request: to keep the bottle caps. Later, her classmates were scared when they saw her and waved their hands, saying that they couldn't drink anymore.
Lin Weixia did this simply for the sake of-
I want to grab all the good luck in the world and give it to myself.
His burning gaze fell on Lin Weixia's face. The high wall that Ban Sheng had built in his heart had already collapsed. It was all because of everything Lin Weixia had done for him and everything she had paid for him during this period of time. His empty heart was now filled.
The gift she gave was worth a fortune.
Ban Sheng was touched but also thought his girl was silly. He locked his eyes on her and said seriously:
"I feel now that all my luck in life has been used up in meeting you."