"It's like this..." Sister Miao's voice was a little low and her face was solemn, "Mr. Huang from our group, unfortunately passed away yesterday."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.
"how come… "
"This disease is very fast, Lao Huang is so old..."
"Last week he felt fine, it's a pity..."
Although I haven't been to a few events, I'm not very familiar with the group members, but the person who was talking and laughing last week suddenly passed away this week, and everyone will feel embarrassed.
In my impression, Mr. Huang is a very easy-going old man. He is in his 70s, with gray hair and looks in good spirits. No one will believe that he is a cancer patient.
It is said that he was diagnosed with lung cancer a year ago. The doctor asked him to undergo chemotherapy. He felt that he might not be able to survive because of his age. He only underwent conservative treatment, and then signed himself up to a psychological support group to adjust his mood.
"Mr. Huang left a letter, and the name is to be given to everyone in the mutual aid group. Let's listen to it together." Sister Liao tore open the white envelope that she had been holding in her hands, took out the letter inside, and put it in front of everyone's attention. Face up.
"Goodbye everyone, see you next time!"
"See you next time."
The six team members said goodbye one by one, and only after they left the gym did they find it was raining heavily outside.
I was a little worried. I forgot to check the weather forecast when I went out today. I didn't bring an umbrella.
"Old, teacher..." A timid voice came from behind.
When I looked back, it was the timid and shy high school girl.
When she was stared at, she didn't seem to know how to speak. She stared at my face for three or four seconds, and then took out an umbrella from her bag as if she suddenly remembered something.
"You... You didn't bring an umbrella, did you? I, I can take you to the car."
I glanced at her umbrella, it was a girly pink.
"Thank you." I said softly.
The rain was a little heavy, and her umbrella was all over my head, and half of my body got wet just a few short steps to the parking space.
I was embarrassed to accept her favor in vain, and asked where her home was, and planned to give her a ride.
"No, no, it's too troublesome..." The girl waved her hand in refusal, "I'll just take the bus and go back by myself."
The weather was terrible at the bus station for five minutes, not to mention her clothes were still wet. I saw that her hand holding the umbrella was frozen red, and I guessed that she must be very cold.
"Come up, hurry up." I unconsciously took on the sternness of class, the girl shuddered, and she got into the car obediently.
Her family lives on the other side of the school, and my family is completely two directions.
Two people in a car, it's a little strange not to talk, but the girl is introverted, and I'm not a talkative person. I just said a few words at the beginning, and then there was no interaction.
"Teacher, what does death look like?" When approaching the destination, the girl spoke without warning.
I opened my mouth, not knowing how to answer.
Exploring "death" is an eternal theme of philosophy, but it is difficult to characterize it.
"Some philosophers believe that the demise of the body is not the real death, but the annihilation of the will. A person's body dies, but his will persists, and he will live forever in the world. Although a person lives, his will has long ceased to exist. If you live like a walking corpse, then this person is also dead."
The girl was silent for a moment, and then said, "Grandpa Huang's will... Is it still there?"
"Have you seen "Dream Hunting Travel Notes"?"
"Ah..." The girl was stunned before she said, "I've seen it."
In fact, I haven't seen it, but Yu Xixi watched it and came to school the next day and retold the whole plot to me. When it comes to the emotional part, I cried, thinking that this film is unsurpassed.
"He's here as long as we remember him," I said. "You can think so."
When the girl got out of the car, she thanked me again, but she still didn't dare to look at me, but her words were much smoother, as if she had simulated it many times in her mind.
"Thank you. I will take the college entrance examination next year. I hope to be admitted to the Department of Philosophy of Qingwan University and become your real student." She opened the door to hold an umbrella, and suddenly turned around, "That...you can call me Tian'er."
The first time I participated in a group activity, each member introduced herself. I remember her surname Yu.
"Hmm. Watch out for slippery."
I said goodbye to her and set up navigation to go home.
There was silence in the car, and while driving, I unconsciously thought of Mr. Huang's letter again. No wonder Tian'er was suddenly sentimental. After hearing such a farewell letter, no one could remain indifferent to death.
"My little friends, when you read this letter, I should have passed away. Although I, Huang Yinguo, have known each of you for a long time, I am still close to each other. At the last moment of my life, I would like to give you a tip for unhappy people. .
Live every day as if it were your last. Since you are going to die tomorrow, why can't you indulge yourself? Since tomorrow is going to die, why not cherish today? Since you are going to die tomorrow, leave your troubles to tomorrow.
In the past, I also felt that I had lived enough. At seventy-six years old, I saw the changes in society, the world is prosperous, the children and grandchildren are full, and the family is harmonious. What regrets are there? But when he was about to die, he realized that he had a lot of reluctance. No long talk, the last sentence - you are still young, you have to live well. "
live well...
It sounds simple and has few words, but it is unexpectedly difficult to actually do.
Park the car and press the elevator floor. After more than ten seconds, the elevator stopped, and with a "ding" sound, the doors slowly opened to both sides.
As soon as I got out of the elevator door, I saw the "behemoth" paralyzed in front of my house.
He was leaning against the door, soaked all over, not sure if he was freezing, his face was very white, and his lips were bloodless.
I really want this son of a bitch to hear Mr. Huang's letter.
He closed his eyes slightly, wondering if he fell asleep.
"Shang Muxiao." I came to him and called him softly.
He moved when he heard the sound, and opened his eyes little by little. I don't know if it was because the other colors on his face had faded, which made his eyes appear particularly deep and dark.
"You're finally back..." He rubbed his forehead, trying to wake himself up.
"How did you get here?" As soon as I saw him, my hand suddenly hurt.
He raised his head and pressed the back of his head against the door, his voice full of exhaustion.
"I came over, but it rained halfway through. My sister was not at home, so I should have gone to find that man again. I have nowhere to go, so please take me in." His hair was still dripping, and there was nothing dry on his body. , It can be said that he was in a state of embarrassment. At most, he and I only knew each other, but he naturally sounded as if we were old friends for many years.
I should drive him away, there is nothing good about meeting him, but he will never listen to me, and I can't get in the house if he blocks the door.
After all, he is the younger brother of Yang Haiyang's girlfriend, and I am also considered a teacher-student relationship. He is not in the right state now, so it is not an exaggeration to take him in...
"Let's go to the house."
Shang Muxiao stood up and gave way to the side.
I opened the door and entered the house, and was about to turn on the lights, when a flash of lightning suddenly fell outside the window, followed by the rumbling of thunder.
"My mother died on such a rainy day." Shang Muxiao walked to the window and quietly watched the rain outside, "She took everyone away, threw me into the rain, and I desperately patted it. The door tried to enter the house, but she never got any response. The rain was so heavy and I was so cold, I didn't understand why she didn't like me all the time. Later, when my sister came back from school, the driver knocked on the door, and they found her in the studio She wore a white dress and slept peacefully, the most peaceful and gentle look I've ever seen..."
His tone was flat, but I was terrified.
I remember Yu Xixi said that when Shang Lu's wife died, Shang Muxiao was only five years old, right
No wonder he hates rainy days so much. For a five-year-old child, any sad memory is enough to become a shadow for a lifetime, let alone such a tragic one.
For a moment, I didn't know how to answer the call, and I forgot to turn on the light, so I just stayed where I was and looked at his back.
"As long as it rained, my sister would be very worried about me, but today she didn't even call. Her main concern is not me anymore." He turned around and leaned against the window, his tone was not intense, he could even Said without ups and downs, "The only gem I have to lose."
A rich man doesn't care if a dollar is missing from his property, while a poor man may kill him for one dollar.
The look in his eyes made me uneasy, and the unease wasn't out of fear or worry... it was out of the grief in my heart.
"You take a shower first, I'll look for clothes you can wear..." I avoided his gaze and headed into the bedroom.
He raised his hand and pressed the position of his chest, but after a while, the grief dissipated, and the anxiety also faded.
Why can't humans control a little more body sovereignty? I sighed silently.
I finally found a set of pajamas that Shang Muxiao could probably wear. I went back to the living room and heard the sound of water in the bathroom, and knew that he was obediently taking a bath.
Although my house is only one bedroom and one living room, it is not big, but it has two bathrooms. One is in my room and is dedicated to me, and the height of the washbasin is adjusted according to the height of my wheelchair. The other is the bathroom that Shang Muxiao is using now and is a guest-only washroom.
"Open the door and get you some clothes."
The water in the shower subsided and eventually disappeared completely. After a while, the bathroom door opened, and a gust of hot and humid air came out.
Shang Muxiao was dripping with water, and he took the clothes from my hand without any hesitation in my eyes.
"Thank you." He thanked softly and closed the door again.
I was stunned for a moment, took out an unused quilt from the closet and threw it on the sofa, turned up the air conditioner in the living room, and then entered my room.
After washing up, I glanced at the door, a little worried, so I went out to have a look.
Shang Muxiao was curled up on the sofa, and I opened my eyes as soon as I approached.
His hair was not completely dried, and it was still a little damp. The arrogant expression in the past was no longer there, and he looked a bit well-behaved.
"Professor Bei," he held out his hand to me, "I seem to have a fever."
I stared at the fingers he stretched out, hesitated for a moment, but still held them. It's hot, really hot.
"I'll find some medicine."
I rummaged through the boxes and found a box of antipyretics that had not yet expired. I poured water and brought it to Shang Muxiao. He sat up, took the medicine from my hand, raised his head to take it, and took a quick sip of water with my hand.
He lay back, so uncomfortable that he didn't even want to say a word.
I put the water glass on the side coffee table, picked up the quilt dragged to the ground, and stuffed it under him. It was still raining outside, so I didn't turn off all the lights in the living room, but left a dim reading light so that the environment would not be too dim.
After waking up in the middle of the night, after going to the bathroom, he went to the living room to look at Shang Muxiao.
He measured the temperature of his forehead with the palm of his hand, and it still felt a little hot.
Shang Muxiao was awakened by this movement, and when he looked at me, his eyes were still hazy.
"Sorry, I woke you up."
I was about to withdraw my hand when Shang Muxiao grabbed me, grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand back to his face.
"Your hands are cool and comfortable." His eyes turned red, and his voice was hoarse.
I'm not quite used to it, I want to pull my hands, and I think he is a patient.
I have also been ill, and I know the taste of being sick is unpleasant, and it is easy for people to become vulnerable.
"Because you are still having a fever, it will be fine when the fever subsides."
"North mustard..." He looked at me with red eyes, his lips pressed against my pulse, and seemed to like the touch of that piece of skin. "You can be my gem."
I was stunned on the spot, completely forgetting to react.
If he made a bet with me arrogantly, or casually called me "Professor Bei", I could turn a blind eye.
But now he's begging me to be his jewel with such a face and such a voice... Really, so cunning.