Hou Yu called Pei Zhi and asked angrily, "Do you know what happened to Uncle Han recently? The Central Commission for Discipline Inspection detained my uncle and my aunt! The commotion was so loud! He deliberately wanted to expose whether I was , it's too disrespectful!"
Pei Zhi said: "You have misunderstood Han Yue. The old Liang of the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection usually takes a detour when he sees him. Do you know that he woke up Long Jiwei recently?"
Hou Yu was startled: "Could it be that..."
"If you have the guts, call Long Jiwei right now and ask him what he's been up to lately to make such a big commotion. If you don't have the guts, hang up the phone obediently now and go to the cooler side and don't bother me .”
"what are you doing?"
"Enjoy life." Pei Zhi hung up the phone and stuffed the phone in his pocket. Old Longyan was eagerly looking at the fruit basket in his hand, and kept trying to reach it. Every time when he was about to reach it, Pei Zhi raised his hand in time, making the old dragon want to eat but couldn't eat it, and screamed in anxiety.
Pei Zhizheng was having fun, when suddenly the door in front of him opened, and Long Jiwei walked out with a slightly pale face: "What are you doing?"
The old dragon took advantage of the opportunity to sprint, nimbly took an apple from the fruit basket in Pei Zhi's hand, and quickly swam behind Long Jiwei, and then there was the sound of it gnawing on the apple braggingly, clicking, clicking, Extremely arrogant.
Long Jiwei rubbed his brows wearily, and said, "I don't have dinner."
The old dragon's movements immediately froze, and after a while, he swam out dejectedly, with half a leftover apple in his mouth, and silently put it back into the fruit basket in Pei Zhi's hand.
The corner of Pei Zhi's mouth twitched: "No, no, no, I'd better see you off..."
"You'd better not do that. It has a good memory. If you feed it an apple at this time today, it will ask you for an apple at this time every day, every day. It doesn't matter where you hide. It always I want to find you, and then try my best to force you to take out the apple." Long Jiwei paused, and then smiled sinisterly: "I think it took advantage of me not to pay attention, and accidentally ate a person, and then..."
Pei Zhi suddenly felt a chill run up his spine.
"—You have half an hour of visiting time." Long Jiwei suddenly looked at his watch seriously, and said, "Don't provoke the patient's emotions, and don't ask confidential questions. The wards of the Ninth Division are equipped with round-the-clock surveillance video, and every move is monitored. Be disciplined."
Pei Zhi suddenly felt that cold air turn into cold sweat, gurgling down his back.
Long Jiwei waved his hand, and strode away leisurely. The old dragon followed closely behind Long Jiwei, and wanted to jump on him several times, but he had to give up because his thick body was too heavy.
This is the only ward in the Nine Institutes. If the time goes back to a month ago, the person lying there in a deep sleep should be Long Jiwei.
And now, it was Chu Ci who was receiving treatment inside.
Pei Zhi was actually not very clear about why Long Jiwei took Chu Ci to the Nine Places. Han Yue definitely wouldn't tell him so much, he just told Pei Zhi vaguely that Chu Ci's illness was cured, Long Jiwei suddenly showed kindness and came up with a way to restore the spread of cancer cells.
When Pei Zhi asked what the method was, Han Yue hesitated for a long time before saying, "The principle should be very similar to the Gamma Knife...but rays alone won't work, and we need to perform a knife every two days."
Although Han Yue didn't make it very clear, Pei Zhineng could feel that the result of this surgery would ultimately affect Chu Ci's survival, the most crucial fact.
He pushed open the door of the ward, and Chu Ci was sitting wearily on the bed, rubbing his temple heavily with one hand. He looks extremely pale and haggard, but his condition is not too bad. You must know that the cancer has reached the stage where he is basically unable to sit up. Ordinary people simply lie in bed waiting to die.
"Why can't you get rid of the problem of bringing things to the door?" When Pei Zhi put the fruit basket on the bedside, Chu Ci flipped through it casually, and couldn't help sighing: "It's a pity, I like it all." It’s a pity that I can’t eat now.”
"Wait until you're ready to eat."
Chu Ci laughed, as if she thought it was very interesting: "Haha, that's fine, I will accept your good words."
He had just received treatment, and it was conceivable that it was not a pleasant experience. There were still traces of cold sweat on his forehead, and his face was as pale as paper. But his smile was very clear, as if he was very calm about the unknown fate, without any confusion or fear.
Pei Zhi had never seen him like this before. The Chu Ci he had met had always been more forbearing and introverted, full of things in his heart, but he didn't reveal anything on the surface. In a way, he is quite a powerful person.
"... I brought what you asked for, and I didn't tell anyone as you ordered." Pei Zhi took out two thin documents from his bag, and hesitated for some reason: "—But I still hope You think about it a little bit, it’s still too late to change.”
"Why do you want to change it? I think it's very good." Chu Ci took the document and flipped it casually, then threw it aside, and said with a smile: "Isn't the advertisement very sensational: I hope that after I die, my The eyes can still look at this beautiful world... After all, everything will be burnt in the fire, and it feels quite wasteful."
"... Does Han Yue know about this?"
"Why do you want to let him know, it's not his body."
"but… "
"He will definitely object, he is such a person." Chu Ci waved his hand casually, and said: "Besides, my operation may not necessarily fail. On the CT scan that day, the shape of the tumor edge was very clear. The doctor said it was cancer cells. The appearance before the spread, the chance of success of the operation is very high."
Pei Zhi forced a smile, and saw that the document was placed in Chu Ci's hand, and the black letters on the cover were very eye-catching.
It was a notarized certificate of voluntary organ donation.
When Chu Ci asked him to help with this matter that day, he was also taken aback, and his first reaction was to persuade him to give up the idea. Although organ donation from remains has been promoted for many years, most people have the idea that the whole body should be kept and buried in the ground for safety. It's like the promotion of cremation back then. Everyone knows it's good, but most people don't want to do it.
"I have thought about it very clearly, and Long Jiwei also supports me in doing so. Although I have to remove part of my stomach, the other organs in my body may not be very healthy, but my cornea is good, and so is my heart. Right? I think back when I took the college entrance examination from the city to Beijing, and worked in a national institution. The country trained me for so many years, but I never gave anything back to the society. Thinking about it now, I feel very sorry. If I could If you donate a few organs, it feels like you can at least make a contribution to society, which is pretty good."
Chu Ci is like this, as long as he makes up his mind, nothing can change his will. In the end, Pei Zhi got him an organ donation form and a notarized certificate. The people from the Red Cross were very moved when they heard that he was about to undergo gastric cancer resection. They all wished him a successful operation and a speedy recovery, which made Pei Zhi dumbfounded .
"Having said that, after signing this thing, I feel much calmer. I was a little afraid of the failure of the operation two days ago. No matter how well prepared I was before, once I really faced death, I felt a little withdrawn. Maybe I am a will Weak people."
When Chu Ci admitted this point, his attitude was very generous and frank as hell. Pei Zhi couldn't help shaking his head and laughing: "If you are weak, no one will be strong."
"No, I was very timid. But when I was alone these two days, I couldn't help but imagine that if I failed the operation and left this world, who would get my cornea and who would get my cornea? In my heart, what kind of person will come to see the world for me. It may be a child who has never seen the light after birth, or a young boy who has just started his life journey, may be blind due to an accident, and someone else We have to support the middle-aged people. How many people will be reborn because of my departure? When I think of this, I feel very calm, as if I am not so afraid of tomorrow's operation." Chu Ci paused , laughed and said: "My mentality is really good now, no matter what the upcoming result is, I can bear it, you don't have to worry about me."
He turned his head to look at Pei Zhi, the sunlight passed through the glass window of the ward, sprinkled on the snow-white hospital bed and his pale face, there was a faint warm color.
If the surgery doesn't go well, then this might be the last time they'll ever see each other.
Every gaze between them is so short and flustered, just like the auspicious light and feathers in the memory, being buried in the feasting and the ups and downs of the world, and often no one else notices it except themselves.
Pei Zhi suddenly raised his head, staring at the snow-white ceiling without blinking, feeling a burst of moisture slowly flowing down from his eye sockets. It took a long time before he coughed, managed to regain a relatively stable voice, and laughed hoarsely: "I really... why am I feeling a little uncomfortable all of a sudden... Sorry, you are going to have an operation tomorrow, I should say something encouraging... "
He wanted to raise his hand to rub his eyes, but suddenly he felt his fingers being gently pulled.
Chu Ci's hands were very cold, because of the serious illness and thinness, the bones of the wrists were protruding, and she looked very weak. But he still held Pei Zhi very hard, as if he had a very calm and stable force.
"Pei Zhi, you are the best person I have ever met since I came to Beijing. If anyone is with you in the future, he will be very happy." Chu Ci paused, then smiled and said, "If I If the operation failed, then the last wish in this life is that you can live a long life and have many children and grandchildren, and I think you will be a good person and get rewarded."
Pei Zhi lowered his head to look at Chu Ci. For some reason, he couldn't see clearly. The world in front of him was blurred. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't see Ci's face clearly.
It seemed like a long, long time before he heard his own voice, choked up and said, "En."
Chu Ci's stomach CT is actually quite optimistic, the tumor has been restored to a very clear and regular shape, which means that the spread of cancer cells has been completely controlled, and the lesion can be physically removed by surgery.
The place where he had the surgery was an ordinary hospital. Han Yue originally wanted to find a more authoritative doctor through his relationship, but was stopped by Long Jiwei. This person probably lived too long, so he looked at it more openly, and told Han Yue that the current situation was good enough, it was close to a benign tumor, and there was no need to go to another hospital to find a famous doctor. If ordinary hospitals can't treat this tumor, it means that Chu Ci's life is at the end of her life, and there is really no way to do it.
Chu Ci herself didn't care. On the day of his operation, Han Yue rushed to the hospital early in the morning, and saw him wearing a white T-shirt, a pair of gray loose trousers, sitting barefoot on the head of the bed watering flowers leisurely.
In terms of psychological quality, this person's psychological quality is really different from ordinary people. Han Yue was nervous at first, but when he saw his relaxed appearance, he couldn't help laughing.
"Hey, you came so early!" Chu Ci said casually without raising her head, and beckoned Han Yue to come over: "How do you think the flowers are cut?"
Han Yue walked up to him, looked at the pot of bony roses, pondered for a while and said, "Well... it gives me the feeling of an African refugee."
"Che, what do you know! This is called style, do you know what style means?" Chu Ci glanced at Han Yue, shook her head and sighed, "A guy who has no sense of art."
"I don't know about the sense of art, but I know that this flower probably won't survive next month." Han Yue took the flowerpot out of Chu Ci's clutches, put it on the window sill by the sun, stroked the bud and sighed Said: "Poor thing, every time I see adolescent girls who don't eat and try to lose weight, I feel very sad, just like how I feel now..."
Chu Ci put the watering can away and said, "I won't survive next month and I'll take your surname."
"Yo, shouldn't you have my surname long ago?"
Han Yue's teasing didn't have any effect, Chu Ci just glanced at him calmly, as if she was too lazy to care about him like watching a child.
At this moment, two doctors opened the door and came in to give Chu Ci a final preoperative examination. Han Yue was still a little flustered and wanted to watch from the sidelines, but suddenly his phone rang, and it turned out to be the number of the commander's wife.
Unlike Old Commander Han who is not good at using mobile phones so far, Mrs. Commander has changed her mobile phone several times, keeping up with the trend all the time.
Han Yue hesitated for a moment, and Chu Ci asked, "Pei Zhi?"
"… no."
Chu Ci didn't realize that Han Yue's voice was already a bit sour, so he asked suspiciously, "Then why didn't you answer it?"
"..." Han Yue walked out of the ward full of jealousy and closed the door.
He stood in the corridor, seeing that there was no one around, he connected the phone: "Hello, Mom?"
"where are you now?"
"… Hospital."
The commander's wife hesitated for a moment before asking: "Have you found someone to operate on...?"
When Chu Ci's name was mentioned, her voice was very vague. Han Yue couldn't hear what she said, but he could guess it, so he said "um": "I'm going to the operating room soon."
He thought Mrs. Commander would say something, but when she spoke again, she abruptly changed the subject: "Well, Laohou and his wife both went in, do you know about this?"
"Ok, I know."
Then there was a long silence, the commander's wife did not speak, and there was a slight crackling sound of poor signal from the mobile phone.
"Actually, Hou Yu did it himself. He gave me the materials, and I took down all the parts about you. They are engaged in the import and export of chemical fertilizers, and the price difference they earn from foreign agents is really It’s too big, your part is just a drop in the ocean. Besides, others will not make things difficult for you because of the old man’s face, don’t worry.”
Mrs. Commander on the phone was still silent, but Han Yue could hear her almost silently exhale.
"...Actually, if you are short of money or want something in the future, you can ask the old man for it, or you can ask me for it."
Han Yue's words were a little stiff, as if he wanted to express some kind of emotion, but he was very unsuccessful, which sounded weird.
The commander's wife was stunned for a while before stammering "Oh".
At this time, there was the sound of boot soles stepping on the ground from the corner of the corridor, as well as a familiar squeaking sound. Han Yue coughed, and hurriedly said to the phone: "I'm about to enter the operating room, I'll hang up if there's nothing else to do."
"Hey, wait! You... do you go home for dinner on weekends?"
"Huh?—oh, come on."
Long Jiwei's figure appeared at the corner of the corridor, and Han Yue happened to hang up the phone and stuffed the phone into his pants pocket.
Most of the old dragon's body was curled up in the back of Long Jiwei's neck, with only one head sticking out, screaming something in Long Jiwei's ear. Its owner seemed quite troubled. He grabbed the old dragon's head several times and stuffed it into his clothes, but the old dragon twisted and twisted to break free.
Han Yue couldn't help asking: "What's wrong with it?"
"It's the age."
"Aha?!... What will happen then, dying?"
Long Jiwei gave Han Yue a blank look: "No, it will make a big difference."
He grabbed the old dragon again and stuffed it into his clothes. It's a pity that the old dragon was too turbulent, and within a few seconds he stretched out his head furtively again. It looked like it really wanted to sing in the corridor, but unfortunately no one except Long Jiwei knew what it was singing.
This person scuffled in the corridor for quite a while, and Chu Ci's preoperative examinations in the ward had already been completed. Before, he insisted on walking into the operating room by himself, so the last step was left to the operating room. When he walked out of the ward, he saw Long Jiwei, nodded and greeted with a smile; he saw the old dragon, and reached out to pat its head; finally he looked at Han Yue, and opened his mouth, Han Yue thought he wanted to say something to himself , when I was a little excited, I just heard him say: "The phone...is it really not Pei Zhi?"
... Han Yue's face was dark all the way to the operating room.
In fact, the weather was very good on this day. The morning sun was like thousands of pale golden threads, which made people feel warm all over their bodies. The windows in the corridor outside the operating room were half open, and the warm wind was blowing slowly, mixed with the unique smell of this northern city in the early morning, as well as the faint sounds of cars and people on the road in the distance.
Chu Ci walked towards the operating room without looking back. Han Yue looked at his back and couldn't help but yelled, "Hey, wait!"
"Huh?" Chu Ci turned around inexplicably.
"You... don't you have anything to say?"
"What do you want to say?" Chu Ci stopped in doubt, "No."
Han Yue gave up on himself: "Damn it, I have it!" He strode forward, opened his arms and hugged Chu Ci, pressed his head against his neck, and said in a low voice after a while: "I will Waiting for you outside the operating room, you have to... you have to come out well."
Chu Ci is still used to keeping a distance from people. Han Yue's intimate gesture really made him stiff for a moment, and then he nodded: "Well, okay."
"You can't eat after you come out, bear with it for a while, I will cook for you in different ways every day after you recover from illness. But don't run away after recovering from your health, you see I am such a good nanny for a family, you can bear it Abandon me? You must not bear it." Han Yue took a breath, raised his head and looked at Chu Ci: "—so you will come out well, right?"
Chu Ci looked into Han Yue's eyes, nodded slowly, and said, "Yes."
"I've done a lot of messy things before. When I was emotionally impulsive, I didn't care about the consequences. Later, in order to make up for these mistakes, I almost took this life away." Han Yue seemed to be a little emotional, and then smiled, Shaking his head, he said, "If we still have a chance in the future, I will definitely not do anything that I regret. If you don't want to stay in Beijing, we can go to a foreign country, set up a farm, raise a few dogs, grow a few Loofah. If you want to go back to Guizhou, then we can also go back when the spring is warm and the flowers are blooming, and walk around."
Chu Ci couldn't help asking: "Don't you need to go back to the army?"
Han Yue looked at him, smiled without saying a word.
Chu Ci didn't know what he was thinking, but he could only guess that he might not be able to advance further in the level, and maybe he might simply change jobs. Han Yue was engaged in a very confidential military project, and he might have to stay in a secret base for several years, or he might have nothing to do for several years. Thinking about it now, Chu Ci didn't know about many things, and never cared about them.
"That...then I'll go in." The doctor was still waiting in the operating room, and Long Jiwei was still standing aside, trying to cover the old dragon's singing mouth. Chu Ci was awkward when outsiders were around, so she hurriedly waved to Han Yue and strode towards the operating room.
Han Yue looked at him without blinking, as if he would never have to look again.
When entering the gate of the operating room, Chu Ci suddenly stopped, and turned to look at Han Yue: "Actually, in the hospital that day, what I said to you was a lie!"
Han Yue was taken aback for a moment.
Chu Ci didn't explain much. He took out something from his pocket and put it on the ring finger of his left hand, then waved his hand to Han Yue: "If I come out alive, I will tell you the truth!"
That thing shimmered brightly in the sunlight outside the window. It was a pair of platinum screw men's rings that Han Yue was very familiar with. He had rubbed them many times in his hand.
Chu Ci smiled, took the ring, and walked into the operating room without looking back.
The glass door of the operating room slowly closed.
Han Yue put his hand into his pocket, and tightly held the identical pair of rings, so hard that his palms ached slightly.
"What is that lie?" Long Jiwei asked curiously as he stuffed the old dragon back into his pocket.
Han Yue smiled at him and shook his head, then walked to the window. At this moment, the sunshine outside the window was just right, and the treetops were full of greenery; the chirping of cicadas fluttered leisurely, and the breeze passed through the long corridor, bringing the unique warm fragrance of early summer.
The world at this moment seems to stop abruptly in an instant, and then freeze forever in the rushing time. No matter how the world is ups and downs, no matter how the future changes, all the details of this scene will always be fresh and never change color.
Han Yue looked up at the sky, the rising sun was so vigorous and dazzling that his eyes narrowed slightly.
"What a time of life," he murmured, before laughing.
"Summer is really here."