I didn't expect to meet acquaintances while eating a meal.
After I ordered, just as I put down the menu, a big man sat down across from me, almost startling me.
Taking a closer look, it turned out to be Dr. Meng.
He is not working now, he is wearing casual clothes, and his expression is not as serious as that in the hospital. I can hardly recognize him.
"Doctor Meng." I called him.
"If you don't work now, you can call me Meng Siqi." He introduced himself to me.
"Meng Siqi." I followed suit.
He smiled at me.
Wow, he actually smiled at me.
I had an expression of hell in broad daylight, and I once thought he couldn't laugh.
"Are you really Dr. Meng?" I didn't believe it.
He looked puzzled and said, "Of course I am, why do you ask such a question?"
"You look like a different person."
He understood it all at once.
"This is a professional requirement," he said, "a doctor must not be emotional."
I nodded to express my understanding, "Doctors are not human."
Meng Siqi didn't think he was disobedient.
I saw that he did not object to my statement, so I intensified it.
"You always see me like this."
I carefully recalled that when we met, I imitated him with a straight face: "Mr. Pei, I suggest you inform your family."
He was amused by me.
"Mr. Pei, you are very interesting." He said.
"You can call me Pei Jiyu." I also laughed, "You call me Meng Siqi, but you call me Mr. Pei, how polite you are."
He nodded and called me, "Jiyu."
This person, I told him not to be polite, but he simplified it one step at a time, calling him so close.
"Jiyu," he said sternly, "you should receive treatment, otherwise it will be very dangerous."
Tsk, the cold-faced Doctor Meng is back.
"I'm not afraid." I also put away my jokes and said to him seriously, "I'm already suffering from a terminal illness at the end of the century, and I'll die in a few days. It's nothing to have cancer. After all, I won't survive tomorrow."
He froze, then couldn't laugh or cry.
"Your parents will be very sad if you do this."
He threw out the kinship card, but unfortunately it didn't work for me.
"My mother died young, and my father severed the father-son relationship with me long ago." I said.
Now he was really stunned, not knowing what to say.
I explained to him, "I like men and my father is ashamed. I haven't seen him in four years."
He opened his mouth and closed it again, probably wanting to apologize but didn't know why, with an embarrassed look on his face.
His appearance made me happy. I never thought that Dr. Meng Da, with his stern face, would have a day of embarrassment.
"Are you secretly happy when you hear other people's secret family history?" I teased him.
Meng Siqi smiled wryly, "You are really..."
He couldn't find words to describe it, so I answered for him, "You are really open-minded, cheerful, and open-minded?"
"You're unlike anyone else I've ever met," he said.
"Can I understand that this is your compliment to me." I laughed.
I explained to him again, "I have never felt sad about this matter, and you don't mind too much. My father thinks that I am embarrassing him, and I feel that he restricts my personal freedom. The two hit it off and parted ways. It's not what you think. sad."
At this time, the dishes I ordered were just delivered to the table, which relieved the unnatural atmosphere between us.
Meng Siqi asked the waiter to add a bowl of rice.
"Do you mind taking me out to dinner?" he asked me.
I shrugged, "I don't have much time anyway, so I don't care about this little money."
"Jiyu, you have no attachment to life?"
I nodded while stuffing rice into my mouth, "Well, I have nothing to love in life."
He is silent.
The constant hunger made my stomach ache, but these meals did nothing to relieve my pain.
"Are you the only one who would have a showdown with your father?" he asked me.
"Yes." I answered simply.
"You can't live for him?"
I looked up from my rice bowl and looked at him in surprise, I couldn't believe that there are people who are more innocent than Pei Jiyu in the world.
I said to Meng Siqi, "It's been four years since he abandoned me."
It happened to be the length of my falling out with my father.
He was silent again, and asked after a while, "Do you have someone you love who is worth living for?"
I nodded, then shook my head.
"Yes, no?" he asked.
"I love someone, but he doesn't love me. He doesn't deserve and doesn't need me to live for him." I pulled the corner of my mouth like a self-deprecating, "I think he will be more grateful when I die."
Meng Siqi showed pity on his face.
I said to myself, Pei Jiyu, you are so miserable that people can sympathize.
"Meng Siqi, don't ask any more questions, otherwise I will feel that I am living in a miserable world, and I will rush out of the street immediately, find a car and hit myself to death." I begged him with my hands folded.
He looked at me silently for a long time, and finally stopped asking.
I couldn't stand the stomachache, so I had to put my food into my mouth desperately. The waiter who brought me the rice stared at me in surprise, as if I was reincarnated from a starving ghost.
Meng Siqi stopped me and said, "Eating like this is not good for your health."
"But my stomach hurts from hunger." I told him, covering my chest.
He didn't speak at first, just stared at me straight.
After a while, he stretched out a hand to touch my hair.
I stopped my chopsticks and stared blankly at the hand in front of me. There was a faint smell of soap on his sleeve.
"Pei Jiyu, you are so stupid," he said softly, "You don't have a stomachache, you just have a heartache."
I stared at Meng Siqi fiercely with my eyes wide open, but tears fell down my face.
Pei Jiyu, it turns out that you are just heartbroken.
Meng Siqi wanted to drive me home, but I refused.
The whole restaurant saw me crying in front of him.
All my most embarrassing sides were laid out in front of him one by one, and I was afraid that he would continue to see my embarrassment.
Fortunately, Meng Siqi did not insist.
He flagged a taxi for me on the street and opened the door for me.
When he left, he took off the scarf around his neck and put it on me carefully, "Jiyu, you have to be nice to yourself. If you change your mind, I'm still willing to help you. You deserve a better life."
I told him I would think about the treatment.
But I know it's too late.
After I sat in the taxi, the moving neon lights of the city at night passed by outside the window. I buried half of my face in Meng Siqi's scarf, and a touch of warmth surrounded me.
He is such a nice person.
But I met him when it was too late.
Lying on the bed, I fell into a dream as soon as I closed my eyes, dreaming about things from a long, long time ago.
Not too long actually, but four years ago.
But for me, who only has half a year left to live, four years is really a long, long time. In my dream, it is as long as a lifetime.
I dream about leo.
That little boy was also rebellious in his dream.
He put his hands on the table and said to me, Pei, don't come to me again. You should know that I am only with you because you are rich enough, but now you have nothing, how can I be with you
How stunned I was in the dream, how could I know.
Really, how would I know. If you don't tell me, how do I know you don't love me.
Why has no one seriously told me, Pei Jiyu, no one really loves you.