Yang Zhao clearly remembered that day.
That was Yang Jintian's ranking day.
In his previous application, he filled out Beihang University as his first choice. Yang Zhao looked at his filling and said to him, "It seems to feel really good."
"Yeah." Yang Jintian looked at Yang Zhao with a smile and said, "Sister, do you want me to go to any university?"
"That's your business." Yang Zhao said.
Yang Jintian was not surprised by her reaction, he said: "Then this is my first choice."
Yang Zhao said, "Did you check it beforehand?"
"Um."
"Is there a major you want to go to?"
Yang Jintian raised his head, "Yes."
Yang Zhao said, "What major?"
"Electronic Information Engineering."
Yang Zhao raised her eyebrows, this major was beyond her expectation. So far, no one in their family has been involved in this field.
She asked Yang Jintian: "Why did you think of reporting this?"
Yang Jintian shrugged, "Report for fun."
"like?"
Yang Jintian didn't answer, and after a while, he whispered, "Yes."
Yang Zhao raised his eyes, patted Yang Jintian's head, and said, "Just like it."
Yang Jintian seemed a little embarrassed, he shrank his neck and said, "Oh, it's itchy."
In the afternoon when the school announced the results, Yang Zhao took Yang Jintian along.
The school gate was crowded with people, parents with their children, gathered around the red list. Someone was on the phone, someone was chatting, and the atmosphere was very hot.
After getting off the car, Yang Jintian said to Yang Zhao, "Sister, I'll go in and take a look, just wait for me."
Yang Zhao nodded, "Okay."
Yang Jintian didn't call to check the score, but chose to come to the school to see it in person. He liked the way, the directness.
The moment before Yang Jintian squeezed into the crowd, he glanced at Yang Zhao. At that moment, Yang Zhao lowered his head, as if he was flipping through his phone.
Yang Jintian squeezed out of the crowd and stood at the front of the list.
He soon found out his name, and his grade was just one point off his estimate.
Yang Jintian smiled, he was not particularly happy, this was what he expected.
He was just thinking, what Yang Zhao said was right, it is really good to feel confident.
Yang Jintian turned his head and greeted Yang Zhao. He raised his arms high, wanting Yang Zhao to see him. He wanted to let Yang Zhao know the good news as soon as possible, and he couldn't wait.
But he slowly discovered that Yang Zhao didn't seem to have any intention of looking over.
In the dense crowd, Yang Zhao lowered his head slightly, Yang Jintian could only see her side face, her black hair blocked her eyes, he could see that she was on the phone.
June day, sunny and dry.
Under the clear sky, Yang Jintian looked at Yang Zhao's silent profile in the crowd, and a different emotion welled up in his heart.
He remembered what he said to Yang Zhao before.
"Sister, there will always be something that makes you happy."
There will always be.
Yang Zhaoqing clearly remembered that day, it was the day when Yang Jintian released the rankings.
On this day, she received a call from Wen Lei.
Wen Lei's voice was very low, and their conversation was very simple. Wen Lei asked her: "Is it... sister-in-law?"
Yang Zhao didn't know Wen Lei's phone number, but she felt it.
"You are Wen Lei."
"Yes." Wen Lei said, "Sister-in-law, you..."
Yang Zhaoan waited quietly for him to finish speaking.
But Wen Lei didn't seem to be very sure about the next conversation. He might have thought that Yang Zhao would eagerly ask about Chen Mingsheng's situation when he received his call, but Yang Zhao's voice was very calm, and she didn't even have a single question, which made Wen Lei Lei was a little flustered.
After waiting for a while, Wen Lei couldn't bear it any longer. He said anxiously, "Sister-in-law, do you still...do you still care about your brother?"
Yang Zhao froze, she opened her mouth, but did not answer him.
She felt that there were some things she couldn't explain clearly.
"How is he now?" Yang Zhao asked directly.
She finally asked, Wen Lei gritted his teeth and said, "If you—I mean, if you don't care about him so much, I won't tell you, he—"
"How is he now?" Yang Zhao asked again.
Wen Lei was made even more anxious by Yang Zhao's flat tone, his voice became louder, and he stopped calling his sister-in-law, and said directly: "I asked you if you still care about him!? He, he- How can you-"
Yang Zhao's hands were icy cold under the summer sun.
If it was Chen Mingsheng—Yang Zhao thought, if it was Chen Mingsheng, he would definitely be able to hear her thoughts and worries the moment she spoke for the first time.
Yang Zhao lowered his head amidst Wen Lei's roar, and said softly, "I care about him, don't worry, tell me what's wrong with him."
Chen Mingsheng is in the hospital.
Wen Lei paved the way for a long time, saying that the text is concise and clear.
"He's in the hospital. If you want, you can... you can come and see him."
Yang Zhao tried her best to control her voice, she said, "Hospital, is he injured?"
Wen Lei paused for a while, then suddenly lowered his voice, and said hastily: "He, he is not in a very good condition now, he doesn't want you to come, but—"
"I know." Yang Zhao didn't ask him to say more, "Tell me where the hospital is."
Before Yang Jintian had time to tell his news, he knew that something else had occupied Yang Zhao's heart.
Yang Zhao packed a suitcase when she got home that day, and Yang Jintian stood aside and looked at her. He asked her, "Where are you going?"
Yang Zhao only told him: "I have to go out for a while."
Yang Jintian returned to the room silently, and when he came back, he put another box in front of Yang Zhao.
Yang Zhao looked at the white suitcase, then raised his head and looked into Yang Jintian's eyes.
"I'll go with you." Yang Jintian said, and changed his words, "I'll go with you."
He only changed one word, but when he finished speaking, he and Yang Zhao felt a slight change in their hearts at the same time.
Yang Jintian grew up. In the past, he always stood behind Yang Zhao. He obeyed her words, listened to her teachings, and followed her footsteps.
But now, he took an extra step and stood beside Yang Zhao.
But he felt that he was not chasing, he was advancing at his normal pace. It was Yang Zhao—it was her, who stopped.
Yang Jintian knew very well that she stopped to wait for someone.
Yang Zhao said flatly, "No need."
Yang Jintian said: "If you don't let me, I will follow."
Yang Zhao frowned, and Yang Jintian said, "I'm eighteen years old, I'm an adult. And—" Yang Jintian shrugged, and said with some relief, "I'm rich."
His good grades in the college entrance examination allowed him to finally raise his head in front of Yang Zhao's parents. Yang Zhao's father gave him a sum of money for his summer trip.
Yang Jintian originally wanted to go to Egypt, but now he has changed his mind.
"I will definitely follow you."
Because you don't know how pale your face is now, Yang Jintian thought silently.
Yang Zhao finally ignored him, but the next day, she bought two plane tickets.
Yang Zhao rushed to Kunming in the fastest time. She took a taxi, and within two hours after getting off the plane, she found a good hotel and settled everything.
But when she was really going to the hospital, her pace slowed down again.
Yang Jintian already knew what she was going to do.
He said to Yang Zhao, "Are you going to see him now?"
Yang Zhao was sitting on the bed in the hotel, she raised her head, her eyes were slightly blank.
"Right?" Yang Jintian said, "That driver."
Yang Zhao said, "His name is Chen Mingsheng."
"Are you going to see him?"
Yang Zhao said, "Yes."
"Let's go."
Yang Zhao raised his head, and Yang Jintian said, "Is he sick? Or injured."
Yang Zhao said, "You stay here."
Yang Jintian said: "I will accompany you to the hospital, and I will wait for you in the hospital. Don't worry, I won't disturb you."
Yang Zhao came to the hospital in the afternoon, she called Wen Lei in the hospital, and Wen Lei found her quickly.
After a year, he didn't seem to have changed at all, but his expression was not as relaxed as when we first met, his brows were slightly frowned, and when he came to Yang Zhao, he still greeted her politely .
"Sister-in-law, you are here."
Yang Zhao nodded, Yang Jintian left after sending her to the hospital, Yang Zhao told him not to wander around, Yang Jintian told her to call him after the end.
"Come with me." Wen Lei said.
He took Yang Zhao to the fifth floor, instead of taking her to the ward, he came to the corner of the stairs.
There was a strong special smell in the hospital. Yang Zhao looked at the doctors and patients coming and going, and asked, "How is his condition?"
"It's not good." Wen Lei frowned and told Yang Zhao the truth. "Brother Sheng... it happened a week ago."
Yang Zhao said softly, "Is it serious?"
Wen Lei pursed his lips and said, "There is a drug dealer, he is a lunatic..." Wen Lei thought of Liu Wei, with indescribable disgust and hatred in his eyes.
"Before he was caught, he gave Brother Sheng an injection."
Yang Zhao didn't speak, Wen Lei glanced at her, and quickly said, "But we detoxify quickly, so—"
Yang Zhao said, "Is it cured?"
Wen Lei closed his mouth and swallowed the rest of the sentence - so he didn't die on the spot.
"Sister-in-law." Wen Lei's voice was a little hoarse, and he said: "Brother Sheng doesn't want to tell you, he woke up once before, I, I asked him, he didn't let me tell, he didn't want you to see."
As Wen Lei spoke, his eyes turned red.
"Sister-in-law, you don't know, Brother Sheng thinks of you all, including when he was working here... He is in a bad situation now, you, you..." Wen Lei looked at this with a little indifference and a little arrogance He finally understood what Lao Wang said at the beginning—[I don’t know, I’m not the same kind of person.]
He didn't trust her, but he had to beg her.
"It's only you, sister-in-law... Brother Sheng can rely on you now." Wen Lei was a little excited as he spoke. "We are poor and don't have much money, but Brother Sheng is different. He is a hero, a real sister-in-law. You don't know, he is a hero. He is now—" Wen Lei said halfway, unable to continue, he covered his hands Tears finally flowed down her face silently.
Yang Zhao said, "Take me to meet him."