"If you still can't find a match, your sister's physical condition won't last long, you still have to be mentally prepared." The doctor helped his eyes and looked at the boy in front of him with no emotion: "Can your parents really catch up? ?"
Zhuo Xiaoyuan: "It's not that I can't make it, it's that I won't come."
The doctor seemed to have expected this outcome, and did not ask more: "If you don't want your sister to suffer too much in the last period, it is recommended to stop the chemotherapy first. The child's body can't stand the sadness."
When Zhuo Xiaoyuan returned to the ward, Xie Meng was cutting fruit. Zhuo Jinjin now sleeps longer than when he was awake. The little girl lies quietly, the shadow of the salt water bag falls on her thin cheekbones. .
Xie Meng handed him the fruit plate: "How do you say it?"
Zhuo Xiaoyuan sat down, he held Zhuo Jinjin's hand and squeezed lightly.
"I plan to stop chemotherapy for a while." Zhuo Xiaoyuan said lightly.
Xie Meng frowned: "Is there enough money?"
Zhuo Xiaoyuan shook his head: "Ji Qinyang still has leftovers, don't worry."
Xie Meng is still worried: "Do you want to contact Han Dong to borrow some."
Zhuo Xiaoyuan: "He gave me the money I came, and he also contacted the doctor in the hospital here. It's enough to trouble his eldest young master."
Xie Meng didn't know what to say.
Zhuo Xiaoyuan continued: "When I was in Suzhou, Qi Fei and the Gangbang family already gave me a lot of money, but they didn't pay it back. I don't want to owe more."
Xie Meng: "Your parents..."
Zhuo Xiaoyuan suddenly smiled, he looked at Xie Meng, and said, "Jinjin is not from our family."
His parents were both from the countryside and had little culture. They farmed fields in spring and summer, and went to work in other places in winter. Zhuo Xiaoyuan’s childhood was the most important thing he could see. He would grow loquats at home in May and June. Like other children, they climbed up the tree and stole it to eat.
Later, another daughter was born in the distant relative's family. The parents were superstitious and wanted to "please" Zhuo Xiaoyuan's not-so-good body, so there was Zhuo Jinjin.
That year, Zhuo Xiaoyuan was 8 years old, and Zhuo Jinjin was only 2 years old.
He didn't like this sister at first, she was too skinny, not fun, and timid. It was useless except to stick to people and love to eat, but Zhuo Jinjin liked him, because of his poor health, he couldn't go out to play with other friends , So apart from going to school, most of the time, there are only Zhuo Xiaoyuan and his little sister who doesn't like much at home.
Zhuo Xiaoyuan was doing her homework, and Zhuo Jinjin was building blocks next to her. The things she played with were left over from Zhuo Xiaoyuan's childhood, and the clothes she wore were the same. When her hair was short, she couldn't tell whether it was a boy or a girl.
"That's not how to fight." Zhuo Xiaoyuan finished his homework and watched Zhuo Jin build a skyscraper. He played it many times when he was a child, and he could do it well with his eyes closed.
Zhuo Jin looked up at him, then grinned and called Grasshopper.
Zhuo Xiaoyuan impatiently helped her put together the skyscraper, and Zhuo Jinjin sat in his arms and watched it seriously.
The two spent an afternoon fighting for skyscrapers, skyscraper bridges, skyscrapers... Anyway, it was a series, and Zhuo Xiaoyuan accompanying Zhuo Jinjin was like reminiscing about his childhood.
"Is it fun?" he asked his sister.
Zhuo Jinjin nodded vigorously: "It's fun."
Zhuo Xiaoyuan rubbed the child's head, feeling that he liked her a little bit.
Maybe it's because the legendary Chongxi really works. Zhuo Xiaoyuan's health has gradually improved since Zhuo Jin has been in the last two years. At that time, he was in the fourth grade of elementary school. Even if he was healthy, it was too late to integrate into the boy group. , but few friends.
The boys still get out of school every day and leave school every day. Zhuo Jinjin will sit on the steps at the gate of the courtyard and wait for him every time. When he sees Zhuo Xiaoyuan, he will run over and call his brother with a grin.
The loquats in May and June were familiar again. Zhuo Xiaoyuan couldn't help but looked out the window a few times when he was doing his homework. Zhuo Jinjin wrote and drew on the scrapbook left by his brother, and she looked at Zhuo Xiaoyuan. tilted his head.
"Brother, let me pick it up for you." Zhuo Jinjin said.
Zhuo Xiaoyuan: "No, I will pick it myself."
Zhuo Jinjin pouted: "You had a cold and cough last week, so you can't move around."
Although the number of times is less, every time Zhuo Xiaoyuan's health is not good, his parents will be angry with his sister. Although he won't beat or scold him, his face is ugly.
"Don't pay attention to them." Zhuo Xiaoyuan said unhappily, "Brother will take you out to live in the future."
Zhuo Jinjin laughed, she put down her pen and ran into the yard, climbed up the loquat tree flexibly, picked a lot of them, and held them in front of Zhuo Xiaoyuan: "Then I will pick loquats for my brother," she said.
When Zhuo Jin was nearly 7 years old, he fainted in front of the rostrum at a primary school sports meeting. At first, his parents paid great attention to it. The larger hospitals in Suzhou checked it again, but when the diagnosis was confirmed, they all fell silent.
Zhuo Xiaoyuan had never heard of aplastic anemia before. In his impression, even if he was not in good health, he would get better when he grew up, so when the adults said that his sister would die, he I find it ridiculous.
"You're so young, I heard that it was brought back to celebrate... No wonder."
"Isn't that right? My brother is in good health, and my younger sister is... tsk tsk, not to mention she's pretty smart."
For a long time, Zhuo Xiaoyuan heard the most words from the neighbors. He carried his sister on his back, like a lonely shadow, standing expressionlessly under the loquat tree in the yard.
Zhuo Jinjin lay on his back and asked him in a low voice, "Brother, do you want to eat loquat?"
Zhuo Xiaoyuan shook his head: "Brother doesn't eat it."
He turned his head and asked his sister, "Do you want to eat soon?"
Zhuo Jin thought for a while: "I still don't eat it."
Zhuo Xiaoyuan put her down carefully, rolled up his sleeves, squatted down and rolled up his trouser legs: "You are waiting for brother below."
Zhuo Jinjin raised her head nervously. She watched Zhuo Xiaoyuan climb up the tree with unfamiliar movements, and a branch sticking out cut through her brother's face.
He picked the biggest ones, peeled them and handed them to Zhuo Jinjin's mouth: "Eat it."
The little girl grinned and ate happily.
When Zhuo Xiaoyuan was in his second year of junior high, Zhuo Jinjin started chemotherapy. At first, his parents could afford it, but gradually they began to be unable to do what they wanted. The days of going out to work became longer and longer, and there were only two children left at home.
Zhuo Xiaoyuan took care of Zhuo Jinjin, who was suspended from school at home while attending class, from the original two-point line to three-point line.
Miraculously, Zhuo Xiaoyuan never got sick again.
In the coldest winter in Suzhou, in order to save a few dollars on the bus, he took off his coat and wrapped his younger sister, who had just finished chemotherapy, and carried it all the way home.
Zhuo Jinjin couldn't sleep because of the pain on his back, but he was sensible and didn't cry or make trouble. The two brothers and sisters talked to divert their attention.
"How much did you spend today?" Although only 10 years old, Zhuo Jinjin already has the most basic economic concepts.
"Not much." Zhuo Xiaoyuan counted with his fingers: "I can buy you a bowl of small wontons tonight."
The little girl shook her head on his back: "I don't eat it, my brother eats it."
Zhuo Xiaoyuan held her butt up to send it up, turned around and said, "Brother has a full dinner, look, how strong you are."
Zhuo Jinjin laughed out loud.
Due to economic problems, Zhuo Jinjin's chemotherapy was always on and off. Zhuo Xiaoyuan began to pay attention to the treatment methods for blood cancer. After graduating from high school, he went to Zhuo Jinjin's biological parents and wanted them to be matched. The train was locked out the next day, and the other party wouldn't even let him in.
"It's not easy for us either." In the end, the country couple who was frightened by Zhuo Xiaoyuan's fierce smashing on the door almost knelt on the ground and kowtowed to him: "There are old people and young people... Then let's pretend that we have never given birth to the child. ."
Zhuo Xiaoyuan's eyes were red, he grabbed the collar of the male host, gnashing his teeth but couldn't say a word.
At that time, Zhuo Xiaoyuan realized that there are really cruel things in the world that you can't imagine.
The so-called parents do not recognize the parent and the child, and the so-called death does not help.
It wasn't surprising at all.
When Zhuo Jinjin finished chemotherapy for the last time in Suzhou, his parents talked with Zhuo Xiaoyuan.
The mother's face was old and tired: "We really can't afford it anymore... The doctor said there is no hope, look... "
Zhuo Xiaoyuan interrupted her: "Are you going to die?"
The woman opened her mouth and slowly covered her face with her hand.
Zhuo Xiaoyuan looked down at her expressionlessly: "I was not in good health when I was a child. You raised her for joy. She suffered for me. She is my sister."
"If you are close to death." Zhuo Xiaoyuan said slowly: "It is my sin, and I will never know it for the rest of my life."
After setting the time to go to Beijing, Han Dong came to Zhuo Xiaoyuan once.
"I found an expert in this area for you." Han Dong gave Dr. Zhuo Xiaoyuan's business card: "The money has been paid for you, there is still some here, Zhang Gang and Qi Fei put it together for you, you take it with you."
Zhuo Xiaoyuan frowned, he closed the door of Zhuo Jinjin's room and smoked silently in the living room.
"I'll borrow it from you." Zhuo Xiaoyuan finally said, "I'll pay you back when I get back."
Han Dong patted him on the shoulder: "You don't need to pay back the money, just bring your sister back safely."
Zhuo Xiaoyuan didn't speak, he sent Han Dong out, squatted in the patio and slowly finished smoking a cigarette.
"Brother?" Zhuo Jinjin rubbed his eyes and got out of bed to look for him.
Zhuo Xiaoyuan snorted.
He stood up, rubbed his hands that smelled of smoke, and held his sister in his arms.
"Who came just now?" Zhuo Jinjin asked, putting his head on Zhuo Xiaoyuan's shoulder.
Zhuo Xiaoyuan said with a smile: "Goddess of Mercy is here."
Zhuo Jinjin muttered, "I don't believe it."
"Really." Zhuo Xiaoyuan kissed his sister's forehead: "Everyone is taking care of us, so you have to be good, my brother will take you to climb the Great Wall."
Zhuo Jinjin: "Are Xie Meng and brother Qin Yang also together?"
"Of course." Zhuo Xiaoyuan hugged his sister tightly: "We will always be together."