When everyone went down the mountain in the afternoon, Cheng Yu accompanied Jian Mo after he came back. He took the initiative to help Jian Mei get his schoolbag and asked with concern: "Are there any injuries?"
"No." Jian Mei said
Cheng Yu is a standard brother next door. When he looks at you with concern, he will have a feeling that you are the center of the world: "That's good, is a person scared, why didn't he wait for us to find him? you."
Jian Mei replied: "Fortunately, I am not particularly afraid."
Cheng Yu looked down at him, Jian Mei's complexion in the little yellow hat was as usual. This person is always quiet and well-behaved. He always looks at each other when talking to others. At first glance, his tutor is very good. The child raised by the family, at this moment, looked at by those big black eyes, everything seems to be the same, but it seems that there is just some difference.
Jian Mei's steps are very brisk, and his voice is clear and sweet: "I have waited, and then I found my way by myself. Fortunately, you are not far away."
The wait in his mouth was actually a noon, for several hours. Although it was understated, Cheng Yu felt hot inexplicably. He tried to explain: "That would happen to be a little girl injured her leg, I let Someone took her to the ambulance station to clean up the wound, and I will look for you as soon as possible after the treatment is done."
He even felt that it would be better to deal with Jian Mei blaming a group of them, or crying.
but no
Lu Xingwang taught him well, so what Cheng Yu saw was not a crying child.
The distance between the two people gradually opened up, Jian Mei turned his face to look at him, and smiled: "Well, I know, everyone must have their own difficulties, right?"
Seeing his smile, Cheng Yu was inexplicably stuck in his heart: "It's not..."
Jian Mei shook his head gently. He took out a delicately sealed bottle from his backpack and handed it to Cheng Yu: "Here."
Cheng Yu looked down. There was an emerald green potion in a bottle about a square inch in size. The bottle was exquisite and beautiful. It looked very beautiful in the palm of Jian, white and tender: "What is this?"
"For those who escape the heat, just drop a little bit on the temple or smell it when the heat is hard to get rid of, it will be much better. This is very useful for our unique side door." Standing on the path in the forest, Jian Mei explained patiently:" I’m not in good health. When I came, my mother brought me. This is an extra bottle. She said that a friend finally invited me out to play. She was afraid that I was bored and couldn’t get along with others, so she brought a small gift."
"I originally brought something else, but it was used by me on the road." Jane said that she was a little annoyed, and smiled softly: "This is the bottle left."
Cheng Yu looked at him with a awkward smile, and for some reason, there was a strange feeling in his heart.
Jian Mo said: "I heard them say that you went to me. Although we missed it, thank you still."
The setting sun dyed the sky into a reddish orange, and the warm yellow bright light spilled through the gaps in the leaves. He stood there, bowed politely to himself, then walked over his body and walked down the mountain, just like the morning, this time What Cheng Yu still saw was Jian Mei's back, the same, but not the same, as if he had received this gift, but at the same time he lost more. What they missed was more than the way.
…
After returning home, Jian Mei had a slight low-grade fever.
It may be caused by walking on the mountain for too long, sweating and blowing, or simply tired. In the eyes of ordinary people, a low-grade fever is nothing more than a trivial matter, but in Jian’s family it is a top priority. Leukemia patients have low white blood cell immunity. Worse, even a small cold may cause added value and cause serious consequences.
Shen Meina took him to the hospital overnight. She missed a few words, but she couldn’t bear to speak when she saw the child sluggish. Knowing that Jian Mei hated going to the hospital the most, she said, "The A hospital we went to, your friend. Xiaopeng transferred to Yard A not long ago."
Jian Mei's spirit came in an instant: "Really?"
"real."
Jian Mei has had friends in the past few years of treatment, but with the frequent transfers, many people have no news after getting along for a period of time. The joy of seeing each other has also dispelled a lot of resistance to going to the hospital. Fortunately, after I got to the hospital, I received a check-up and a simple treatment. There was nothing serious about it, and I was able to go home soon.
But Shen Mina's face was not very good.
Jian Mei asked softly: "What's the matter?"
Shen Meina said: "Mom just went there to check with the attending doctor. A tumor was found in Xiaopeng's stomach half a month ago and was removed by surgery."
Jian Mei had a bad feeling in her heart: "Then now..."
"It has spread." Shen Meina said as calmly as possible: "Tomorrow Xiaopeng's parents will pick him up and go home."
It’s not cold at night in City A. The hospital is even running low air-conditioning, but standing in the corridor, smelling the smell of potion, at that moment, it was as simple as a cold cave, standing stupidly in the same place for a long time and he couldn’t tell. Words come.
Shen Meina slowly couldn't stretch herself, her eyes reddened, but she tried her best to keep calm in front of the child: "Shall we go see him?"
Jian Mei lowered his head, making people unable to see the expression on his face, and only gently nodded and said, "Okay."
It was a quiet night. When I entered the ward, there was a little laughter. When standing at the door, the little boy lying on the hospital bed wearing a hat was still smiling and laughing with his parents. He is thin, but his eyes are particularly bright.
Xiaopeng saw him and was pleasantly surprised: "Ambiguous!"
Jian Mei's nose was sour, but she showed a smile on her face, ran over and whispered to him: "Xiao Peng."
The boy wearing a hospital gown on the bed is actually very delicate. He saw Jian Mo and said, "Are you here to see me?"
Jian Mo nodded: "I'm here for a review. I heard that you are also in this hospital, so I will come to see you."
"You don't need to see me in the future." Xiaopeng leaned over and said to him. Just when Jian Mei's heart trembled, he listened to him with a smile: "I will be discharged from the hospital too, so we can play outside afterwards. "
His parents stood by, his mother quietly reddened her eyes and turned her head away. The father was afraid of what the child would see, so he let the two children play and took his wife out of the ward.
Xiaopeng was very happy to see his friend, and couldn't help showing Jian Mei something:
"Look, these are new clothes. Are they handsome? I will wear them tomorrow when I leave the hospital."
"Did you go to junior high school? After I wait for me, you should start reading from the first day of junior high school."
"I don't know if I can keep up. Is the textbook difficult."
Jian Mei sat on the bed and looked at him, her eyes soft, her lips pursed and smiling: "It's a bit difficult, but you're so smart, so surely it's okay."
In a cabinet not far away, there is a basically rotten sixth grade booklet. Xiaopeng was originally the monitor in the class, and his grades in each class were very good. Every day, except during chemotherapy, he would always hold it when he was idle. Looking at the book, he said that he couldn't keep up with the progress. If he fell, it would be bad. Originally, he would often read the book with Jian Mei. He was very smart. Many problems were always difficult to solve. Xiaopeng was very quick. Can learn.
He often tells Jian Mo what major he should study in the future and how to make money for his parents to live a good life. Both of his parents are migrant workers and it is very hard. He wants to make money in the future and replace his mother with a battery car. , So that my father can no longer carry such heavy cement every day.
Xiaopeng took Jian Mei's hand: "I will give you my home address, and you can come and play with me in the future."
Jian Mei felt that his hands were cold, but didn't break free, but tightened Xiaopeng's hands tighter, as if he could hold something like this: "Okay, I'm going to find you."
"correct!"
The small shed seemed to be thinking of something. He took out a somewhat old robot from the drawer. The mecha warrior was well maintained by the owner. Obviously, he was taken care of. The boy put the toy in Jian Mei's hands: "Here. "
Jian Mei was a little surprised.
"This was bought by my mother when I was eight years old and stayed with me, but it was a bit broken. It used to shine and sing. It's a pity." Xiaopeng sat beside him in the ward Very quiet, the thin boy looked at Jian Mei gently beside him: "I think you seem to be in a bad mood today. When I used to suffer from chemotherapy, the mecha warriors would give me some strength, so that the pain would not be so painful. Now I’m going to be discharged from the hospital, so I’ll give him to you. My parents may go to work elsewhere next year, and they won’t be able to see each other again. You have to learn to take care of yourself..."
Tears glided across his cheeks, drop after drop on the mecha warrior.
On the way back, Jian Mei huddled up in the back seat with the toy in her arms. He persisted for a long time before crying out in front of Xiaopeng.
"Mom..." Jian Mei looked out the window and asked softly, "Will Xiaopeng die?"
Shen Meina, who was driving, stopped, her eyes dimmed a lot: "It has spread, and his attending doctor can't help it. At the beginning, she wasted too much time in the county-level small hospital, plus there were several medication errors. There is no way back now."
Jian Mei sat there stiffly for a long time and didn’t speak any more. When they came out, he saw Xiaopeng’s parents. The middle-aged man who was under 40 years old seemed to have grayed hair in just a few years. The grief made Jane dare not look directly at it. This was something she didn't dare to show in front of her children. Jane would unconsciously think, in those years when her condition was bad, did his parents do the same
After he came home to wash and lay on the bed, he still couldn't sleep, with the mecha warrior in his arms. The mecha warrior was a bit broken, and the internal parts were damaged. Then he finally couldn't bear to touch the phone out, skilled Open WeChat, click on the avatar, and send a message: "Are you there?"
The reply over there was quick this time.
Lu Xing said presumptuously: 【Down the mountain? 】
"Yeah..." Jane rubbed the head of the mecha warrior. It may be that everything today has hit him a little bit hard. After thinking about it, typing and asking a somewhat stupid question: "Do you think death is terrible?"
When this question was sent out, he regretted it a bit.
But Lu Xingwang did not give him time to regret. Just when Jian Wei was hesitating, he received a reply: [Is it useful to be afraid? 】
Jian Mei pursed his lips. He took a deep breath and typed: "I just think... some people left too early."
A glorious life has just begun and ended. The day-to-day hope is still waiting for death. Maybe Jian Mei has too little, so he cherishes everyone around him very much. Of course, he knows the inherent nature of human beings. He died, but the sudden grief came so violently that he couldn't digest it.
"Ding"
When news sounded, Jian Mei clicked on it, and saw Lu Xingzuo's words:
[Life and death cannot be forced, everyone will die] His tone is so calm [I will too]
As if a punch fell on his heart, Jian Mei's pupils dilated after seeing these words, and the hand holding the phone was shaking unconsciously. He was very sensitive to these and immediately asked: "Are you sick?"
There was no reply there.
He waited for a long time, but his heart became more and more flustered. Finally, he couldn't help but dialed Lu Xingwang. Even though he might be hated and hang up, he still did it. The grief of losing his friend was already After taking it once, he couldn't and didn't want to take it anymore, the phone button flashed uncontrollably, and at the end, when Jian Mei was almost desperate, the call was connected.
Lu Xingwang's voice was low and dull: "Hello"
Jane breathed a sigh of relief for some reason, but at the same time he raised his heart again. He cautiously asked: "Are you sick?"
There was a long silence
After a long time, Lu Xing replied, "Yes."
Jian Mei said, "Is it serious?"
"Ok."
"Then... Will it die?"
Lu Xingwang's gaze was deep, and his hand tapped the tabletop for a while. This was an action he would unconsciously do when he fell into thinking. In fact, he might not say this to Jian, but after thinking about it for a moment, still Still said: "Yeah."
This time it was the turn of the phone to go silent.
A soft gasp came from the other side clearly in the quiet night. Lu Xingwang knew that this crying demon must be crying again. It was really strange to say that he had fallen to this point. His elder brother did not cry, his biological father did not cry, but this acquaintance did not take long, and even the child who had never seen him cried.
[What are you crying?] He sighed helplessly, and Lu Xing said unexpectedly [Didn’t I tell you, everyone will die]
The reason is the same, but the kid on the other end of the phone obviously can’t hear the reason. When he opens his mouth, he is so headstrong: "But, I don’t want you to die."
Even though he knew it was unreasonable, his voice still suppressed his crying, and even trembled: "Can you...can't you die?"
The author has something to say:
When people see white heads, I see white heads happy. How many young people can’t die without white heads—"Zeng Guang Xian Wen"