Sunset, seven o'clock.
Time reset... She went back to his grandpa's house.
Wang Jiexiang adjusted her breathing, and the thoughts in her mind gradually became clear.
— to Yin Xian School!
—Take him to the hospital to see grandpa!
After deciding what to do, she got up, opened the door against the clock, rushed to the corridor, and picked up the bicycle she was riding just now.
only.
She hasn't figured out the way to his school yet.
Wang Jiexiang repeatedly fell into the deadlock of the previous week: I wanted to ask for directions, but the streets were full of background people.
The last time I waited so long, the only person I saw who was not from the background was Grandpa Yin Xian's nurse.
But she couldn't spend any more time waiting for her to come just to ask for directions.
Besides, when the nurse came home, it was too late.
"Think about it, calm down, there must be a way."
Wang Jiexiang thought about how to find passers-by who are not background people.
There are many people in the staff dormitory who are not background people: Brother Xu, He Shan, colleagues in Yin Xian's office, the owner of the small shop, the master of the reception room...
Thinking of this, her eyes lit up.
Yin Xian's impressions, those who are in constant contact with him, they are not the image of background people in his spiritual world.
Wang Jiexiang searched for people and buildings within sight, and rode out of the road.
She didn't see a storefront along the street, and she rode to a place she didn't know at all.
Suddenly, the wheels seemed to hit a glass wall.
Something invisible stood in the way, preventing her from going any further.
Enchantment.
It was not the first time Wang Jiexiang saw this thing, she calmly changed direction and continued riding.
Finally, at the fork in the road, she found a newspaper with a very conspicuous appearance.
"There must be someone." Wang Jiexiang prayed inwardly.
The store that sells newspapers, as she expected, is not someone from the background.
Wang Jiexiang was so excited.
She parked the car and went forward, almost holding the elder brother's hand and saying, "Comrade, I have found you."
The eldest brother lived up to her expectations, he was able to talk to her normally, and he knew exactly how to get to No. 2 Middle School.
"You go straight along this road and go to the end; turn left and go uphill, about two hundred meters, there is a crossroad. Then you turn right, go uphill, go straight for a while, you will see Go to a big sign for a bank. Cross the street there, take the first intersection across the street, and you go downhill…”
"It's so complicated," Wang Jiexiang was confused, "I can't remember."
The elder brother enthusiastically tore up a piece of paper and drew a picture for her.
Wang Jiexiang thanked her repeatedly.
"How far is this going to ride?"
"Not far, fifteen to twenty minutes."
She borrowed his watch to see that it was seven forty.
The lights on the road were all turned on, and night fell.
Wang Jiexiang looked at Tuqi, the abstraction drawn by her elder brother, she walked according to those arrows, but she couldn't judge how far to ride or which intersection to turn.
She didn't see the "big signboard of the bank" he said, and the road was wrong.
No way, Wang Jiexiang plans to find someone to ask again.
The road she was on was quite lively, but the shop owner and customers were all background people.
Leading the car and walking quickly, Wang Jiexiang caught a glimpse of a signboard, and immediately ignited hope.
“Chongqing small noodles!”
She pushed the cart and ran towards it.
"This spicy noodle is Yin Xian's favorite."
It has to be said that after five years of dating, she has a certain understanding of him.
The customers in the store are background people, but the waiters are not.
Wang Jiexiang took the picture drawn by the newspaper brother, and the waiter added a few more strokes for her.
The noodle shop is very close to the school. Now, she felt that she would definitely be able to ride.
It took a lot of effort.
Wang Jiexiang rode sweating all over and arrived at the gate of No. 2 Middle School.
It was dark, and the school gate was quiet.
She knocked on the window of the security booth: "Hello, I am Yin Xian's family member from Class 1, Grade 3, can you open the door for me?"
The security guard glanced at her, but didn't respond: "Parents are not allowed to enter the school, wait at the school gate."
Wang Jiexiang looked anxious: "Then what time does he leave school?"
"If you don't wait until half past eight, it will be twenty minutes. Just wait."
"No, I can't wait." When she heard the time, she stomped her feet anxiously: "He has special circumstances to go home, can you call him for me?"
"What special circumstances?"
"The old man in the family is sick, and he has to go to the hospital to see him."
"Okay," the security guard said with a sigh of relief, "Then you write a note, and I'll find someone in his class."
It's a critical moment, but the procedures still can't be saved
Wang Jiexiang didn't have the strength to argue with him: "I'll write it, I'll write it right away, you go find it first."
After she finished writing the leave note, the security guard found Yin Xian.
The boy kept a distance from her, and said indifferently.
"I do not know her."
Wang Jiexiang doesn't care about children.
"I'm a relative of your grandpa, your distant sister," she went straight over, grabbed his hand, and took him away: "Let's go to the hospital quickly, your grandpa is dying."
The suspicion in Yin Xian's eyes disappeared after hearing her last sentence.
He froze for a while, and was dragged to the bicycle by her.
Wang Jiexiang let go of the pedals and signaled with a glance, and Yin Xian sat down in the back seat obediently.
Although he is only in the third grade of junior high school, he is also quite tall. It is difficult for her to carry him.
"How to get to the hospital?" she asked.
He didn't respond.
Wang Jiexiang looked back at him.
His eyes were empty, and he gnawed his fingers anxiously.
"Yin Xian," she raised her voice, "how do I get to the hospital? Which is the fastest way?"
He showed her the way.
"You help me watch the road, and call me if you want to turn."
Yin Xian should be fine.
The delay on the road was too long. Based on the time when the nurse went home last time, it was too late.
Wang Jiexiang stepped on the car sweating profusely, prepared for the worst in advance, and silently memorized the road.
…
Arrive at the hospital.
With too much force, Wang Jiexiang's legs were weak, and she lost the strength to walk.
She parked the car to let Yin Xian go first, she couldn't breathe, her stomach convulsed.
"Sister, which ward is grandpa in?"
She was holding the bicycle, her throat was uncomfortable, and she couldn't straighten her tongue when speaking.
"Have you never been to his ward?"
He shook his head.
"Do you know where the outpatient hall of the hospital is? Does your grandfather know which department?"
He nods.
"You go to the outpatient hall. There are usually signs there. Go to the department and ask the nurse for the bed number."
While watching Yin Xian run into the hospital, Wang Jiexiang beat her chest and coughed violently.
——If Yin Xian learned to ride a bicycle when she was a child, she wouldn't be so tired!
—God bless you in time, or you will have to ride again!
With one breath, she hurriedly chased after Yin Xian and entered the outpatient hall of the hospital.
did not expect.
Yin Xian was still there, and there was a tall woman standing beside him.
Wang Jiexiang recognized that the woman was Yin Xian's mother.
He snatched the paper from his mother's hand.
The doctor stamped it, and it was his grandfather's death certificate.
Yin Xian pinched the paper and read a few simple lines over and over again.
It seems that I can't read, it seems that I don't understand.
His thin lips were drawn into a straight line, he swallowed, and called her softly: "Mom..."
He asked: "You are in the hospital today, why didn't you notify me earlier?"
His mother rubbed the center of her eyebrows.
"You are going to class, what are you being told to do? How can I help you?"
Yin Xian lowered his eyes and closed the paper.
"That's grandpa."
When he spoke again, his voice was completely hoarse.
"You don't want me, he is the one who takes care of me. He is hospitalized, and you don't let me know anything. Even once, you don't want me to come, what you say is, take care of yourself, concentrate on studying, children can't help. Now He's gone... why, he suddenly disappeared..."
He bent his back and shivered uncontrollably, like fear, feeling cold.
"Are you blaming me?"
Her articulation clearly distinguishes between "you" and "I".
"Do you think I'm not tired enough?"
Yin Xian said nothing.
His mother sighed and stopped talking to him.
In the outpatient hall of the hospital, mother and son are standing face to face, but they are more different than strangers.
Wang Jiexiang realized: Even if Yin Xian came to the hospital alone last week, when he met his mother, she would say the same thing.
Her words are very realistic.
Yin Xian is a child, so he can't help.
But, this is too impersonal.
It would be great if I could adopt Yin Xian, Wang Jiexiang thought.
She looked at him silently, rubbed her nose, and shed some worthless tears for him, for the 15-year-old Yin Xian, and for the future Yin Xian.
The world is being reset.
The surrounding space, centered on the death certificate held tightly in the young man's hand, twisted extremely quickly.
The hospital is gone, the mother is gone.
In the fragmented space, only Wang Jiexiang and the little boy remained.
This night was so far away from the present Yin Xian.
But there is still Yin Xian, a part of Yin Xian, trapped here.
He couldn't pass this hurdle, trapped in a dark house, heartbroken countless times.
"Yin Xian."
Wang Jiexiang called him by name.
He looked at her, holding back tears in his red eyes.
"Next time, we have an appointment for the next time."
She stroked the boy's soft hair and assured him.
"I must hurry up and take you to see your grandpa."