A bright moon rises from the mountains in the east, passing through the vast sea of clouds.
In Shisan Township, Yang Fan stood on the balcony of the master bedroom, looking at "the bright moon rising from the Tianshan Mountains among the vast sea of clouds" and was in good spirits.
But as long as he wants to sleep, as soon as he lies down, his conditioned reflex will make him feel sleepy and he will fall asleep quickly.
Seeing such a beautiful scenery, Yang Fan turned and went into the house, wanting to take a photo with his mobile phone to share it with his girlfriend who was not around.
In the bedroom, my girlfriend was already asleep.
Guoguo also fell asleep, but he slept in another small bed next to the big bed.
Before going to bed, Yang Fan and Aunt Thirteen didn't waste too much time talking and let the little girl sleep obediently in her little bed.
The price was that Yang Fan owed her a lot of debt.
For example, two popsicles, a bucket of ice cream, a full ride in an amusement park...
These debts were originally what the girl owed, so Yang Fan agreed readily.
Picking up his cell phone, Yang Fan went to the balcony again, took a picture of the bright moon, and sent it to his girlfriend Liu Yueyue who was not around.
Liu Qianqian... After thinking about it, Yang Fan also sent it.
After posting, he looked at the group "A thousand ships have passed by, and the bright moon is rising from the sea".
It was a group of three people: Yang Fan, Liu Yueyue, and Liu Qianqian.
In life, there are all kinds of small circles everywhere.
Yang Fan, the Liu sisters and Thirteen are in a group with four people.
Even after marriage, this circle will not disappear.
Liu Qianqian hadn't slept yet. After receiving the message, she really wanted to reply to Yang Fan, but in the end she didn't dare to.
Because it's a bit late.
At first, he seemed happy no matter how late I replied to your message, but later on, he wasn't like that anymore.
He would ask her what she was doing, why she was still awake so late
Although beating is love and scolding is care, Liu Qianqian is not willing to accept this kind of love from Yang Fan often.
Due to the nature of her work, it is normal for Liu Yueyue to go to bed late, so she was very happy to reply to Yang Fan's message.
Yang Fan seldom talked about Liu Yueyue. After sending messages to her for a while, he called her and chatted for a while.
It feels great to listen to her voice.
"Yang Fan, where were the photos taken? On the balcony of your room?" Liu Yueyue asked Yang Fan happily.
"No, it's the balcony of Aunt Thirteen's room." Yang Fan did not lie to Liu Yueyue, and he was not worried that Liu Yueyue would think too much.
He often told Guoguo bedtime stories in Aunt Thirteen's bedroom, and the Liu sisters always knew it.
Another point is that Yang Fan is now consciously sending out a message: he has a very close relationship with Aunt Thirteen.
He will pass on the degree of intimacy bit by bit.
Until the Liu sisters become suspicious and then slowly digest it, as to whether they will accept it or not, Yang Fan can only leave it to fate.
He has done everything he can, and all he can do is leave it to God's will.
"I've been to Aunt Thirteen's house in Tongtianyuan. Aunt Thirteen's room is so nice. It's the big bedroom I wanted. It must be very comfortable to live in." Liu Yueyue said enviously.
Although she is rich and beautiful, she really can't afford a house like the Thirteenth Aunt in Tongtianyuan.
Not to mention the large garden that was expanded later, the price of the unfinished house that was delivered at the beginning alone was tens of millions.
It is said that the money spent on subsequent decoration, purchase of furniture, etc., was more than the money spent on buying the house.
Liu Yueyue really can't afford such a house.
Liu Qianqian is in even worse shape. She now has to either ask her mother to reimburse her expenses or ask her sister for money. The company she runs is still generally in a loss-making state.
"Well, let's customize a big bed that can sleep three or four people." Yang Fan said.
"Hateful!" Liu Yueyue said shyly, "You wish!"
Yang Fan said seriously, "What are you thinking? I mean that you can give birth to two or three babies for me, and then we can sleep together as a family... Oh, it's four or five people, not three or four. No, you may have two babies each time, so two babies will be four..."
"Hate it, don't say that again." Liu Yueyue was angry and shy.
After teasing Liu Yueyue for a while and connecting with her, today’s call ended.
There were tables and chairs on the balcony. Yang Fan, who had been standing while talking on the phone, finally remembered to go over and sit down.
He doesn't want to sleep yet.
Being bed-shy is a little bit of a problem, but that’s not the main thing.
He stayed in Shisanxiang on his first night and wanted to see how the night was like here.
The east and west sides are not barren and wild, there are also rich people's houses, but the houses are hidden among the greenery and are not very close.
I don’t know if there are any children inside. Guoguo feels that there is less fun for children here than when she lived in her previous community.
Where she lived before, there were always children playing with her when she went downstairs to the community or to the nearby park at night.
When coming here, Yang Fan didn't know whether the nearby children's entertainment area was lively or not.
Although I haven't looked for it, Tongtianyuan has mature supporting facilities and there is definitely no shortage of places for leisure, strolling and entertainment.
However, Yang Fan could predict that there would not be too many children here and the population was not that dense.
It seems that I have to take the little girl out to play more often on weekends. It’s not so convenient for her to find other kids to play with when she is here.
Before going back to bed, Yang Fan checked his circle of friends.
I didn't get much, but I saw Ma Han posted a circle of friends: "Looking young is really annoying. I'm almost 30 years old. I went to get a vaccine today, and the nurse asked me if I was 16 years old."
Li Weimin, Yang Ruyi, Hu Xinlai and other good friends who have a good relationship with Yang Fan have already liked and commented on Ma Han's post.
Yang Fan also liked the post and left a comment: "We both hit the arm. Did you take off your pants?"
So, a few minutes later, Ma Han, who had just finished showering and was back in bed, saw this comment.
He was silent for ten seconds, very speechless.
After pulling open her panties and taking a look, he became even more depressed.
At this time, Yang Fan had already fallen asleep.
Sleep soundly.
The next day, a new week began.
When it comes to work, Yang Fan, like most normal people, doesn't like this feeling and even finds going to work a bit painful.
But he realized very early on that what was more painful than working was having no work to do.
He once went to a labor market in a certain city.
There, the most difficult people in the city are active.
They have no education, no background, and even no skills, and they make money by selling their labor.
They might have been working late the night before, but they had to stay here again before dawn the next morning.
After all, the earlier you come, the more opportunities you have.
These people always stand on the roadside in groups of three or five, either chatting or daydreaming.
But their eyes are very alert, and as soon as they see an employer coming, they will immediately swarm over.
"Boss, is there any work?"
"Boss, do you need anyone?"
The chosen person stood behind his employer, bowing and nodding submissively.
The smiles on the faces of those who were not chosen instantly disappeared, and they returned to their original positions silently.
There is no one who doesn't want to live a decent life, but for them, survival is far more important than dignity.
Most of them are short-term workers, and they are paid for each job they do, and for each day's work they are paid for each day's work.
When there are too many people and too little work, wages will also be reduced.
After all, if you don't do it, there are people who will rush to do it. It is better to make money than to make no money.
If you don't work for a day, you will have no income for the day, which means your life will be more difficult in the future.
During the day, they come here to "earn a living" and live in cheap rental houses at night.
Many people will never be able to imagine that for some people, just to stay alive is already giving their all.
Some people say that if you don’t want to work anymore, you can go to the hospital.
The hospital is a place where money and fate compete with each other.
Anyone who has been to the hospital knows that just a few tests can mean losing several days' salary.
The speed at which money is spent in the hospital far exceeds the speed at which the average person makes money.
If it is a serious illness, the expenses required are unimaginable for ordinary people.
There is a saying: "Between the middle class and the poor, between moderate prosperity and poverty, there is only the distance of a disease."
In the hospital, you can see people who have no money to see a doctor, and see how a disease can easily destroy a family.
When Yang Fan was still in the "Lucky 52" program group, Li Weimin once jokingly asked him: "Xiao Fan, what do you think is the meaning of our hard work?"
Yang Fan said: "In my opinion, the meaning of working hard and making good money is that you can give your family a sense of security so that they don't have to live in fear."
Li Weimin and Yang Ruyi next to him agreed very much. There is no simpler and greater meaning than this.
Life isn't that good, but it isn't that bad either.
The most complete happiness should be: owning a house, a car, money and power.
In addition, one should be free from: worries, concerns, illness and disasters.
"Having" is mostly for others to see, while "not having" is for yourself.
In the new week, after a busy day, Yang Fan did not go home directly after get off work.
After Wang Shenhai sent Xiaoyan home, the two went to the hospital.
This hospital is not a traditional hospital, but a new type of hospital, commonly known as a hospice hospital.
In traditional hospitals, many patients with no hope of recovery will be advised to leave the hospital and then die in pain.
With the rapid arrival of an aging society, hospice care has become a rapidly growing new demand in people's livelihood areas such as medical care and elderly care.
Hospice care refers to the active and comprehensive medical and humanistic care for patients with no hope of recovery. It requires controlling pain and other symptoms, and solving psychological and mental problems in order to improve the patient's quality of life and achieve the best living condition.
Hospice care is the product of modern society's reflection on instrumental rationality and modernity, and is also a symbol of social maturity and civilization.
In developed countries, the hospice care system consisting of volunteers, general practitioners, religious figures, etc. is very mature.
There is also a hospice hospital in the mountain city, located in a place far away from the downtown area.
Nearly three hundred elderly, middle-aged, young and even hungry babies live here.
The vast majority of them are only one step away from death.
The difference between a hospice and a nursing home is that there are both old people and young people, and even children here.
In addition, nursing homes are not staffed with doctors, but hospice hospitals are staffed with multiple professional doctors.
People's tradition is to attach importance to eugenics and not to "eugenic death".
Many patients' families dare not let others know that they have sent their family members here, for fear of being accused of being unfilial.
The vast majority of patients living here are those who have been sentenced to "death" by the hospital.
When life is about to end, dignity is something that is often overlooked.
The head nurse who has worked in this hospital for nearly twenty years told Yang Fan that they once took out a terminally ill elderly man living alone from a dark basement. His original home had been rented out to others by his children.
After arriving at the hospice hospital, the nurse cleaned the old man's hair and gave him a haircut.
The old man smiled.
In the early morning of the third day, the old man passed away.
When an old lady was brought in, she had not eaten or drunk for many days. Her family didn't even prepare a cup or bowl for her, only a set of funeral clothes.
The caregiver carefully observed the old man, soaked the steamed buns in millet soup, and tried to feed him one spoonful at a time. As a result, the old man started eating and drinking again.
After persisting for more than a month, the old lady passed away.
There are more than one hundred caregivers accompanying the patients 24 hours a day: giving them water, feeding them, massaging, turning them over, bathing them, cleaning their urine and feces, changing their clothes, cleaning... There are no weekends, let alone holidays.
In this hospital where life is measured in seconds and minutes, an average of one patient dies every day.
There are not only elderly people here, but also an attic called "East Building" next to the main building. On the second floor of the attic, there is a not-so-spacious baby room.
The door of the room was locked, and even the windows were covered with stickers and gauze curtains.
Through the gaps in the gauze curtains, you can see that in this lighted room, there are seven or eight cribs placed against the wall, with five or six babies lying on the beds.
Some were sleeping, some were staring at the ceiling, and some were trying to turn over and try to say hello to their friends next to them.
When Yang Fan and Wang Shenhai were inspecting the hospital, they happened to see an old man who was about to die.
Just as the medical staff and the old man's companions were waiting for his electrocardiogram to straighten out, a horn sounded outside.
The old man suddenly woke up, opened and closed his mouth, as if he wanted to speak, but no words came out.
"That's a charge, but you don't have to worry about it," the old man's comrade said to him.
The old man breathed a sigh of relief, closed his cloudy eyes and stopped breathing.
"If you feel like you can't hold on any longer, it's best to tell me in advance. I think this place is pretty good." After leaving the hospital, Yang Fan and Wang Shenhai sat not far from the hospital gate.
Yang Fan drove to work today, and he was driving Aunt Thirteen's car.
He also drove Aunt Thirteen's car to the hospice hospital.
Now, the car is parked on the side of the road.
There are no traffic police here to monitor illegal parking, so you can park anywhere on the roadside.
"I don't know when I will give up." Wang Shenhai took out the special cigarettes that Yang Fan gave him last time from his pocket. The box was worn in many places, but there were still a few cigarettes inside.
"It's quite economical." Yang Fan reached out and took one out.
"It does feel better than smoking ordinary cigarettes." Wang Shenhai looked at Yang Fan lighting a cigarette with some heartache.
"Don't feel bad. I have an unopened box in my car. I'll give it to you later." Yang Fan exhaled smoke.
Wang Shenhai no longer felt sad and lit a cigarette.
One stick for a box, worth it!
"I see that you really enjoy taking Xiaoyan to and from school. Don't be too attached to it. Stop immediately if you feel unwell. I'll ask her mother to tell her not to go to the blind school anymore and to wait for the surgery at home." Yang Fan said to Wang Shenhai while smoking a cigarette.