Xun Yuming pursed his lips tightly and did not answer.
Seeing his appearance, Zhuang Yi didn't want to embarrass him, so he smiled and said, "I'm just kidding, you should take a lunch break."
Pulled off a thin quilt, gently covered him, Xun Yuming wanted to sit up, Zhuang Yi pressed him and said: "Don't move, sleep for a while, I'm leaving." He put the water glass on the table and closed the door , left the community.
On the way back, Zhuang Yi felt uneasy, always feeling that something was slipping away from him, as long as he stretched out his hand, he could grab it, but he turned a blind eye and did not stop it. The longer you delay, the stronger this feeling will be.
The more he thought about it, the more irritable he became, the car passed by the hospital, Zhuang Yi turned around and drove back to Xiwan University. At this time, the teaching building was in class. He parked the car at the door and looked outside the large classroom on the third floor. There was a man in a white shirt and gray trousers standing on the podium. The other party looked through the crack of the door and caught a glimpse of him nodding. .
Zhuang Yi walked to the smoking area in the stairwell and smoked two cigarettes while waiting. When Cong Ye came over, he saw that the room was full of smoke. He was leaning against the window with his left hand in his trouser pocket, revealing a clear and smooth jaw line, and his deep eyes were filled with sorrow.
"If you are dissatisfied with your desires, go to the bar, what do you want me to do?"
Zhuang Yi turned his head and twitched the corner of his mouth: "I want you to help me check someone."
"What's the use of finding me if you're looking for a criminal police officer?" Cong Ye took the cigarette from him, lit it, took a sip, pushed the gold-rimmed eyes, and said with a smile, "Vice habits die hard."
Zhuang Yi also took a sip, leaned out the window with his right hand, and flicked the cigarette ash, "I want to check an old professor from the former West Bay University, if I don't want you, who should I look for?" File history, no one knows better than him.
"What's your name? How old are you?" He stubbed out his cigarette, and asked as he walked towards the office building, "Why are you checking people out?"
When the two left the teaching building, they passed rows of red maple leaves, and the autumn leaves fell on his shoulders. Zhuang Yi raised his hand and brushed it away, saying, "I want to know if he is still alive."
Cong Ye took him into the file room of the office building, and found a folder full of dust from the last row of cabinets, with a name on the label—Jiang Haiping. "is it him?"
Zhuang Yi opened the seal and pulled out the first page. There was an old-fashioned black and white one-inch photo on the upper left corner, and the frame was still pressed into a lotus leaf. The person in the photo is young and gentle, with a serious look, exactly the same as the photo that Xun Yuming drew on the table at noon.
"It's him."
Cong Ye closed the cabinet door, walked into the office, sat down and said, "I know this person. He used to be a teacher of ancient linguistics in Xiwan. .”
Zhuang Yi raised his eyes and said, "So powerful?"
Cong Ye smiled and sighed: "It's great, but it's a pity that his life is not good. He is too withdrawn and lonely. When he was young, he was framed by a villain. At that time, there was no monitoring and no friends to speak for him. In the end There was no way to argue, and he went to dig an abandoned well for more than ten years. Later, he found evidence to rehabilitate him, and the school allowed him to continue teaching. But after more than ten years of useless work, there is no hope, and the whole person's spirit has collapsed. And He walked for so long, and his wife couldn't wait, so she took her daughter and left him."
"When he comes back, he will be very old. He has not attended classes for so many years, and he has not worked long enough to evaluate professors. He can only slowly accumulate class hours. The students don't like him very much when they look at him. The school understands what happened to him. , I can only take care of him as much as possible, do the ideological work of the students, arrange a few more classes for him by the way, and finally get him to be an associate professor before retirement."
Zhuang Yi was silent for a while when he heard the words, thinking of Xun Yuming's words and deeds, and then thinking about his living environment since he was a child. No matter how much his grandfather loved him, he could not make up for his lack of family care. A withdrawn child, how can he become lively.
"Then what about him now?" Is he still alive now
"Then I don't know." Cong Ye sipped his saliva and said, "After he retired, his personnel relationship was transferred to the society. The school only has his previous files, but there is no news of his death. He has been living in the house allocated by the school. , you will know if you go to inquire about it."
Zhuang Yi thanked him, returned to the family area, and knocked on Xun Yuming's door.
He wanted to ask him personally if his grandfather was still alive, and if he had passed away, what year did it happen. Thinking of this, his heart beat faster, and he always felt that this matter was of great importance, vaguely connected with the past.
For a long while, there was no movement in the room, and Xun Yuming was not at home. He is still sick and has just taken medicine, where will he go? Where can I go
Zhuang Yi took out his mobile phone to call him, but no one answered. It happened that the aunt upstairs came back with a bag of potatoes in a net. Seeing him guarding the door, she kindly said: "There is no one in his house. I just saw his house went out."
"Do you know him?" Zhuang Yi seemed to see a bright light in the dark night, and hurriedly asked: "Then do you know where Professor Jiang Haiping is now?"
The aunt frowned, said with her hips crossed, "Oh, I don't know, Lao Jiangtou has moved away for six or seven years."
"That's it, thank you."
Zhuang Yi was very disappointed. Six or seven years ago, Xun Yuming was still studying for a Ph. D., and their family was in financial difficulties. They couldn't live in a free house, so where could they move. He returned to the cab and sat silently for a while, then called Xun Yuming again.
Xun Yuming took out his mobile phone to check, saw that it was him, and pressed the switch off button.
Grandpa caught a glimpse, grabbed his wrist, and asked slowly, "Why... hang up on someone else's phone?"
Xun Yuming squatted down, held his grandfather's arm with his backhand, and leaned against him, "I don't know what to say to him, I did something wrong, Grandpa."
His fault was not in hiding Zhuang Yi, but that he shouldn't have come back, and he shouldn't have met him when he came back, and he shouldn't have let him approach him when he met him. Now this level.
One wrong step and things get out of hand.
Xun Yuming hated himself very much, facing Zhuang Yi, he was a person who had no self-control at all.
Grandpa lowered his head and touched his head with brown spots, "Grandpa is dragging you down."
"Grandpa!" Xun Yuming was in a hurry, kneeling on the grass on one knee, and said seriously: "Don't say such things again, didn't we make an agreement."
At the beginning, his parents only wanted the joy of the moment, but they didn't want him when they had him. It was his grandfather who brought him home who was born prematurely and sickly. I am willing to do anything for my grandfather, so there is no need to talk about dragging.
"You don't take grandpa as a burden, and others don't necessarily take you as a burden." Grandpa has a straight face, but his tone is gentle like a smile, "You only know how to talk about grandpa, why don't you dare to tell others?"
"I..." Xun Yuming didn't expect that he would be silenced by his grandpa, "That's different, grandpa."
That's different, Zhuang Yi can have countless relationships in his life, and the future is so long, he still has infinite possibilities, there is no shortage of him, Xun Yuming. But grandfather is different, Xun Yuming only has grandfather, and grandfather only has Xiao Ming, how can he entrust such a heavy burden to Zhuang Yi, that is how selfish.
"Why is it different." Grandpa said, "Xiao Zhuang... he doesn't dislike you."
Who doesn't have parents and family, and who doesn't live in the world without a few burdens? Could it be that two people who love each other deeply are not even willing to share a little difficulty for each other? What's more, such a small matter is not a great difficulty in a long life.
"Grandpa." Xun Yuming swallowed, raised his hand to wipe away the moisture from the corners of his eyes, and couldn't help but say, "I might... I will be like you in the future."
The same character, the same illness, the same experience, the fate is often a reincarnation.
Of course Xun Yuming knew that Zhuang Yi would not dislike him. On the contrary, if Zhuang Yi knew the truth, he would not give up on him just out of responsibility. But this is what Xun Yuming is most afraid of, and also the most afraid to face.
He couldn't drag Zhuang Yi in.
If only grandpa stood between them, he would never be timid, but it was the disease that he could not do anything about. He is the best doctor, and his subordinates have saved countless people, but he can't heal the person he loves the most. Now that he knew how uncomfortable it was to cut flesh with a blunt knife, how could he be willing to let Zhuang Yi experience it once.
There are many difficulties in this world. When people grow up, troubles come pouring down like a mountain torrent. Xun Yuming has experienced a lot. He is not afraid of anything and dares to face everything, only Zhuang Yi can't. Zhuang Yi is the softest corner of his heart, the only spring in his dry life, and the comfort of countless sleepless nights. Xun Yuming loves him, just like he loved himself back then.
Grandpa was taken aback for a moment, cupped his face with trembling hands, and couldn't complete his words under excitement: "You...why are you...really?"
Xun Yuming looked at his grandfather's ravine face, his cloudy eyes were full of red bloodshot eyes, he suddenly felt that he was so cruel, why should he tell his grandfather, why should he not feel at ease in his last days. Even if I really have that day, my grandfather won't see it.
Tilting his head back to dry his tears, he lied and said, "I guess it's Grandpa, I'm talking nonsense."
"Go... check!" Grandpa stretched out one hand in the air, wobbled, and pointed at the hospital building behind the lawn, "Get checked!"
Xun Yuming was afraid that his mood would fluctuate too much, so he grabbed his right hand forcibly, and said repeatedly: "I have had a check-up, grandpa. Do you remember the time when I graduated from university and you were sick and hospitalized? I had a check-up at that time, The doctor said I was fine."
Grandpa looked at him suspiciously, and said with difficulty, "Cheat... lie to me!"
"I didn't lie to you." Xun Yuming smiled, tucked his blanket, and pushed the wheelchair back, "How could I lie to grandpa, I'm the most obedient."
The most deceitful people are often the best behaved.
Thinking of Zhuang Yi's words, Xun Yuming couldn't help but smile wryly, he was right, he was really a liar.
He sent his grandfather back to the ward, explained a few words to the nurse, and then asked the doctor about his medication for the week. Knowing his identity, the doctor respected him and showed him the medication list. Xun Yuming crossed off two drugs with severe side effects, such as chlorpromazine, and re-prescribed two of them and returned them to him.
The doctors in the nursing home seldom saw him, and they only hoped to learn from him for a while, and kept him all the way out of the ward building. Xun Yuming pushed him repeatedly, saying that he still had something to do, and then left.
When he came out of the hospital, he turned on his phone, and the news flooded in. Xun Yuming checked them one by one, Haiwan asked him for dinner, Cen Ji asked him how the operation plan was going, Lao Chen asked about his condition and secretly poked about the date of resumption of work, and Zhuang Yi, he only sent three words.
"look up."
Xun Yuming raised his head subconsciously, and saw him leaning against the car door with his hands in his trouser pockets, smiling at himself. Xun Yuming's heart skipped a beat, and he made up four or five reasons in an instant, and asked him guiltyly: "You...how did you find this place?"
Zhuang Yi raised the corner of his mouth lightly, and said, "I will always find you."
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