Xiao Wuzi's reaction was as calm as Qiao Fengtian expected, but Qiao Fengtian looked up at him like this, and felt that he was too calm.
Lin Shuangyu tightened the arm of the fifth son, "You'er."
Xiao Wuzi was digesting the meaning of Qiao Fengtian's words.
He always felt that as long as the adults squatted down in front of the children, laughed, and made warm hints and gestures, it must not be a good omen.
His mind was spinning fast, but he was still entangled. He was trying his best to think about the relationship between the two clues "Dad is sick" and "It will take a long time to get better". The fact itself, look at the ripples and consequences it may bring.
However, it is too complicated to imagine, and I can only see the most intuitive side. My father may live a more difficult and hard life in the future, as will my uncle, my grandmother, and my grandfather.
So how do you do it yourself.
How can I share it for them? Xiao Wuzi stared straight at the corner of Qiao Fengtian's tired eyes, unexpected.
"Uncle."
"Well?" Qiao Fengtian heard him finally speak, and his heart was a little calmer. He smiled and leaned closer, "You say."
"Then can I see Dad?"
"Do you really want to?" Qiao Fengtian touched him.
Xiao Wuzi shook his head first, paused his neck before nodding again. Qiao Fengtian was silent for a while, then lowered his head and touched his neck first, rubbed it, and then patted his knee.
"Walk."
Lin Shuangyu let out a "hmm", frowned and grabbed Qiao Fengtian's hand, meaning that she disagreed, for fear of irritating the child. Du Dong also meant the same thing, taking a step forward as if he wanted to speak.
Qiao Fengtian waved his hand and picked the little five up from the plastic chair, "It's okay, look through the door, don't go in."
The corridor where family members can stay is separated from the nursing ward by a wide elevator room. After hearing the footsteps, the voice-activated lights on the ceiling light up unhurriedly, spreading out a large cloud of indistinct white light, like a layer of sour powder on the top of the head.
Qiao Fengtian nodded and said hello to the nurse on duty who was writing the medical records at the nurse station. The little girl stretched out her arm to stop it, "Hey, you can't enter at this point."
"I'm sorry, just take a look through the door, take a look."
The girl gave a long "Oh", and the ballpoint pen in her hand twirled between her fingers, "That's fine, that's fine." Qiao Fengtian saw her visiting eyes lingering on Xiao Wuzi's face several times. When she turned around and walked forward, she clearly heard her lower her voice and whispered to the other nurse beside her with compassion.
"Oh, how pitiful."
Holding the little five is like holding a hollow piece of wood. It is straight and light, and it is not as flexible and soft as a child. Qiao Fengtian tightened his strength a little and circled the knees that Xiao Wuzi was arching.
Little Wuzi clasped at the eaves of the square window with both hands, and he didn't think the glass was cold or dirty, so he almost put his entire face on it.
Qiao Liang's ventilator has not been taken off, the light green transparent cover is always on the face, the facial features are reduced in a big circle, the eye sockets are deep into a dry pool, and the moustache on the chin The scum popped out of the mountains and wild, like a new crop of chives that had no time to cut off in the Langxi field.
Qiao Fengtian was glad that the ward was not allowed to enter, but Qiao Liang was still asleep. In this case, there is no need for Xiao Wuzi to watch his father not even recognize himself. That kind of cruelty is unbearable even when he thinks about it, not to mention that he is still a child in the first grade.
Not even a mother.
As soon as Qiao Fengtian opened his mouth, he realized that his voice was hoarse, as if he had been sitting with his mouth open at the exhaust vent for two hours. He turned his head and coughed hard, swallowed, and moved his legs that had been side by side.
"Go?"
The little five clasped on the window frame and didn't speak, and kept watching quietly, reluctant to look away. Qiao Fengtian couldn't bear to urge any more, and looked down at Xiao Wuzi's bulging chest against the door panel.
"Uncle, let me down."
"It's okay, you can take a look if you want, you're not heavy at all."
Xiao Wuzi was silent for a long time, "My dad was always out at night during that time. When I asked him, he asked me not to ask more, and also told me not to tell you more."
Qiao Fengtian was startled.
"Uncle, if I hadn't listened to what my dad told you at the time, would my dad be all right..."
Qiao Fengtian saw that he didn't move, still leaning against the window.
If Xiao Wuzi really told him, he would never let Qiao Liang continue to do this tiring and unlawful work for three or two extra money. Naturally, such unpredictable things will not happen.
But how can this be admitted to Xiao Wuzi, and how can he bear the guilt for a lifetime from this age.
But Qiao Fengtian didn't know how to answer.
If you say yes, the little five will be sad; if you say no, then this matter has become doomed, irreversible, and there is absolutely no room to look back. Will that make the little five think that life is really like what Lin Shuangyu said, when he should make you suffer, everything is doomed, no matter how to hide.
He really admires people like Zheng Siqi. They have their own logic for what kind of things, and they don't change due to changes in the outside world. No matter how they are packaged, they can answer them properly and reasonably. For adults and children, you come and go, neither words are boring, and you can always be so calm and accessible.
"How come, don't think so, it's not your fault, it has nothing to do with you, you know?"
Qiao Fengtian pondered for a long time, and only said something that sounded especially weak.
When he wanted to add something, Qiao Fengtian felt his body twitching in his arms. Qiao Fengtian stretched out his hand and twisted Xiao Wuzi's face, and saw his two tears glittering on his cheeks. Little Wuzi cried and didn't move. He only knew that he just raised his sleeves and lowered his head to wipe. The more he wiped, the more water he wiped on the back of his hands.
"What's the matter? What's wrong?" Qiao Fengtian pressed his head on his shoulder, turned and walked in the opposite direction of the door, "Don't cry, eh? Don't cry, okay?"
"Why do people who never cry cry, eh?"
"Let your grandma feel distressed when she sees it, hurry up and bear it."
"It's okay, really, your dad is okay."
"My eyes are swollen from crying. Zao'er will laugh at you when I see it tomorrow."
…
Qiao Fengtian patted Xiao Wuzi's back gently, like coaxing a little baby who couldn't sleep. The movements are sparse and rhythmic, as if he is also in a panic.
Li Li suddenly felt uncomfortable, and Du Dong could only take a taxi to take her home first. Before getting into the car, he made a phone call gesture at Qiao Fengtian.
Contact me in time if anything happens.
"Well, be careful on the road, if it's really uncomfortable, go and prescribe some medicine."
"Hey, who knows what's going on with her." Du Dong didn't get into the car half-length, with his hands on the door frame, "Do you remember what I said? Think of me if you have something! Don't keep making up your own mind and don't tell anyone in your heart. Do you hear? You are—"
"Hey, yes, yes, remember, let's go."
Qiao Fengtian interrupted him and waved at him and smiled.
He saw that the taxi turned on the red taillights, drove forward, and hid in a row of street trees at the corner, and then turned to look at Lin Shuangyu and Xiao Wuzi.
The two stood hand in hand at the door of the hospital, the little five was rubbing his eyes, and Lin Shuangyu was aimlessly holding the loose and broken hair that was floating in the night wind. They joined themselves in a sharp, unequal, acute angle.
The McDonald's next to the hospital is brightly lit 24 hours a day.
Qiao Fengtian asked about the snacks on the price list one by one, and the five boys shook their heads and said they would not eat them. The cashier with a ponytail waited for his fingers to tap on the ordering machine. Qiao Fengtian couldn't listen to the urging around the corner.
"Children's set A, plus two cups of coffee."
Qiao Fengtian lifted the lid of the coffee, tore apart the creamer balls and the glutinous sugar, and threw them in. He took the stirring rod and turned it twice before pushing it in front of Lin Shuangyu.
Lin Shuangyu frowned after taking a sip. When Qiao Fengtian saw it, he added his bag of sugar and creamer.
"Are you still suffering?"
Lin Shuangyu put the cup away, "It's the same medicine."
"Why don't you change the juice."
"If you don't drink it, the mother of ten and a few dollars is thinking of Fa'erming to grab it."
"… "
There are very few opportunities to speak so calmly, and Qiao Fengtian also took the opportunity to see more of her appearance when she was not angry.
Not angry is loose skin and flesh, that is, looking at an old man. Beauty is not on the skin but on the skin. Lin Shuangyu obviously has bad bones. When she is young, she is prosperous.
The lights in the store came from up and down, and the valley on the face was more like an extra layer of deliberate outline, which deepened the light and shade and light and shadow, and showed it directly on the face. Qiao Fengtian didn't know how many of the pleats were from Qiao Sishan and some from Li Xiaojing. More than that, he is actually angry. Give them the thin man of Qiao's family, and stand out with five sticks. It was bumpy, and it looked like there was no luck at all, and it was not lavish. Lin Shuangyu simply scolded and scolded not to let her hunched over, otherwise it would be even more pitiful and steep.
Qiao Fengtian put the quilt under his chin and said nothing.
Lin Shuangyu clasped his hands between his belly, "I didn't tell your dad about it, he doesn't know yet."
"Well, don't tell him."
"Then if your Uncle Zhang doesn't tell me more, you don't plan to keep telling me?"
Qiao Fengtian turned his head to the side and pointed at the window, "It doesn't make sense for you to ask me this now."
"Meaning is shit!"
Qiao Fengtian smiled to himself and narrowed his eyes, "Yes, anything you don't like is shit."
Lin Shuangyu patted the table with a restrained palm.
That's it, don't get angry, don't quarrel, you can't say three sentences back and forth, and communication is especially difficult. Qiao Fengtian felt that Lin Shuangyu was rejecting herself subconsciously at all and did not agree with herself, so that what she said and did was wrong and irregular to her.
Often times, like her opening a crack, she approached suspiciously and saw clearly that there was really light. So I hurriedly picked up the bits and pieces and tried to squeeze them in quickly, but the seam closed before my feet entered, and the fingertips that were stretched out in advance were always pinched and hurt more than ever before.
After going back and forth for a long time, Qiao Fengtian turned a blind eye.
Can't make sense? Then just don't say it.
"Our family has a total of more than 30,000 yuan and I brought them here. I don't think it's enough to pay for the bottles and jars of pills!" Lin Shuangyu pursed her lips, "No, I'll ask them to borrow some, get together, and hold on tight. , I really can't, let's see if anyone wants to have the broken house at home..."
"I don't want, I—"
"Am I fucking for you?! That's to see a doctor for your brother! No, no, no, it's over with a single word?! The hospital wants money and you stick out your face to be beaten, right?"
Qiao Fengtian frowned and held the coffee cup, "Can't you just listen to what I have to say? When can you listen to what I have to say?"
Lin Shuangyu looked at him and said nothing for a while.
"You keep your money for the old age, the house in your hometown can't be moved, when Langxi is developed and demolished, it's a gold mine, that's what you want to leave to you and my dad to protect the capital, you can't move it I can handle it on my brother's side. I sold my house. I'll tell you if it's enough. If it's not enough, I'll ask you to ask for it."
Qiao Fengtian paused, "You and my dad just need to think about how to live well. The others are me. I don't care. I can't be overwhelmed. I'm thirty and you are seventy. I'm different from you."
The three words "different" seem to be emphasized, and they are pronounced in cadence, like the ups and downs in a perverse life.