She read the last line several times, and she couldn't believe it.
It has been eight weeks since he left.
Shanghai at the end of April has already begun to heat up. The weather in Shanghai is like this, the spring and autumn are very short, and the temperature seems to quickly transition from the cold winter to the midsummer. When he left, he was still wearing the heaviest down jacket. Now he is back, he should be able to wear a thin shirt...
Tong Yan climbed onto the bed, stared at the ceiling and began to calculate silently whether he was going to his house once and washing all his shirts and thin coats once, lest he suddenly come back, but instead of not having enough clothes to change and wash.
The key is always in her hand.
But she was afraid that she would miss him too much there, so she hadn't been there much.
Now that he said so, he can go this weekend.
She turned over, pressed her face to the pillow, but couldn't sleep anymore, simply turned on the bedside lamp, and began to lie down on the bed to do physics papers. Shen Yao was already going to sleep. Seeing her suddenly come to mind, he thought she was shocked by the physical tormented demon: "Don't scare me, just say, you're nervous just for the mid-term exam?"
Tong Yan lightly tapped his pen on his cheek and said, "I think I can't sleep tonight."
The person under the bed didn't understand, she was the only one who kept smiling at the paper.
The mid-term exam of physics is scheduled for the evening self-study time on Wednesday.
Because it was only a mid-term exam and the invigilator would not be too strict, Zhao Yin held a stack of papers and let everyone pass it from the first row one by one. Sitting in the last row, Tong Yan listened to the front of the classroom and sighed while taking the last exam paper.
Maybe it was really because of the four retakes, or maybe it was the effect of Zhao Yin and Gu Ping's make-up lessons last semester. These questions seem to be fairly simple. She rolled out the paper, and just as she was about to answer the question, the phone rang suddenly.
Only thinking about the test questions, I forgot to turn it off.
It was an unfamiliar phone number, and she hesitated for a moment. The people in the front row were already looking back, wondering who was so bold and dared to openly boot during the exam.
"Before the exam, everyone's mobile phones must be turned off," Zhao Yin walked over from the podium, "this is exam discipline."
Tong Yan didn't dare to delay any more and shut down completely.
"Ms. Zhao, I'm sorry," she explained quickly, "it's turned off."
Zhao Yin picked up her mobile phone and glanced at it. She confirmed that it was turned off and said, "Don't violate the discipline of the examination room again next time." After finishing speaking, she took her mobile phone to the podium, "Leave it with me first, and take it after class. "
She didn't say a word, lowered her head and continued to read the exam paper.
The question is connected to the question, Tong Yan tried to concentrate on answering the paper, but still couldn't help thinking about the call. This kind of unfamiliar phone number is usually an inexplicable promotional call, but this time, it made her have a bad feeling... The pen was turned between her fingers subconsciously, and she was a little uneasy.
Fortunately, this test paper is really not difficult.
Towards the winding time, she finally put down the pen.
Zhao Yin turned over the dozens of papers handed in, holding a pen, and had already begun to review the papers on the spot. When Tong Yan handed the papers to her, he deliberately slowed down and said in a low voice, "Mr. Zhao, I have handed in the papers. …Can you return the phone to me?"
Zhao Yin looked at her for a few seconds, then finally lowered her head, flipping through her examination paper and said, "Take it away."
Outside the examination room, some boys and girls who just handed in papers gathered together to check the questions. Seeing Tong Yan came out, they kindly asked her if she would like to count the scores together? Tong Yan picked up the phone, shook it, and signaled that he was in a hurry to make a call.
The examination room is in the upper courtyard, and this time is all the people who dismiss classes.
She walked in the crowd and walked down the stairs until she walked to the vending machine, and finally someone answered the phone. "Yanyan?" The unfamiliar voice should be someone I know.
She couldn't remember.
"It's me, Aunt Liu, this winter vacation at your house, we have seen it."
"Aunt Liu?" She finally remembered the voice, it was the doctor of Xiehe, who told herself that Gu Ping had contacted the person who had contacted the SARS, "Sorry, I have been taking the exam just now."
"It's okay. I couldn't contact your parents for a while, so I found you." The phone was empty, and Aunt Liu's voice became clearer and calmer. "Can you find your parents?"
"My parents..." Tong Yan said vaguely with some bad feelings, "They are not easy to contact, if you have anything urgent, please tell me."
"You are in Shanghai, so far away, and there are some things that you shouldn't have told you, but it is said that you are already 20 years old, and it is better to know more clearly about family affairs," Aunt Liu's voice was deliberately softened, "Last month Your grandma is here for a physical examination. The diagnosis report I am getting now is breast cancer. I haven't told you the news of your grandma's diagnosis. Don't have too much psychological pressure. Find your parents and take care of your grandma. Let's take care of your grandma step by step. Cancer is not such a terrible disease."
Tong Yan seemed to lose his language ability for a moment.
Aunt Liu continued to speak, in very plain and easy-to-understand language, half of them were relieved, and half were the next arrangements.
When the phone was hung up, I happened to run into the big classroom after evening class.
I don't know if it's Maugui or Ma Si. More than two hundred people walked out laughing and joking. Several little girls walked to the vending machine. Through the glass, you were choosing what you want to drink. She just stood by, watching them unconsciously throw in coins, and the drink fell.
After the loud noise, a little girl smiled and looked at her: "We're done, come on."
Tong Yan did not move, nor said a word.
The flow of people from more to less, to the end is very few.
She leaned against the vending machine and made a call home. After a long wait, a familiar voice came from the phone: "Hello, who is it?" She held the phone and called grandma.
The whole phone call was only three or four minutes long, and she just casually said that her midterm exam had just ended, and she could just go home and take a look at the time of May 1st. Grandma was unbelievably happy, but she still persuaded her not to waste the fare. Tong Yan couldn't hear the strangeness of her grandma's words, so he was a little relieved and vaguely said that he had taken the scholarship and could just afford the fare.
Perhaps the news was too sudden, and she had calmed down when she walked back to the bedroom.
Lu Bei's mother had also had breast cancer before, and she had been with him for so long, and she knew a little bit about it.
The first is money. Whether it is Chinese medicine or chemotherapy, she needs money first.
The whole process is a bottomless pit, and tens of thousands of medicines are consumables for two to three weeks.
Then, someone must take care of the whole process.
She sat in a chair, combing everything, looking at the computer screen without focus.
There are countless windows stacked there, all kinds of information, there are second-hand housing prices in Beijing, all kinds of information on breast cancer, and even many people's anti-cancer diaries.
Shen Yao ended the long and sweet remote phone call, and saw her look a little inexplicable: "Tong Yan Wuji, what's the matter with you?" She looked back at Shen Yao, "I want to suspend school, or give up the results of this semester."
Shen Yao's expression instantly solidified: "Yanyan, do you really have it?"
She couldn't explain the complicated background situation, so she could only be vague.
But at this time, no matter how much psychological construction is, she wants to discuss with the individual, even if she just speaks out her thoughts and arrangements... I have to go back. This semester only has Maritime Law and College Physics... Do you think I applied directly for suspension, or what?"
"Don't scare me," Shen Yao pulled a chair and sat down next to her, "Do you want me to help? It's really that serious? There will be no class in half a semester. What needs you to go back to Beijing for so long? You? Can't parents solve it?"
She hummed.
From the time she applied for her high school application, she knew that she had to face more and more problems alone.
But... it seems that these things come too often.
Without warning, her vision was completely blurred, and tears began to gush out incessantly. Shen Yao hadn't noticed it at first, but after a few further questions, she discovered that her legs were all wet. Pulling her up to see, Tong Yan's face was full of water, and her tears could not stop, but there was no crying.
Shen Yao was really frightened to see her like this.
I stammered and persuaded her for a long time, but it didn't work, so I kept handing her tissues: "Yanyan, you have cried enough, what's the matter? Let's discuss it together..."
She fisted on the napkins, her eyes were wiped and swollen, and her emotions gradually calmed down: "Do you think I should take a leave of absence?" Shen Yao didn't dare to joke anymore this time, and thought about it seriously: " It’s not impossible to suspend school, but I don’t think it is worth it. You are not like me. I have six courses this semester, and you only have two courses left. In fact, to put it bluntly, a lot of people don’t go to some courses, and finally they have taken the exam. It’s all right... The suspension is too serious. If you really want to go back half a semester, you might as well discuss with these two teachers, let you go for half a semester, and finally come back to take the final exam."
Shen Yao's opinion is very pertinent.
She lowered her head and thought, maybe this is really a way.
She didn't speak any more. Shen Yao muttered comfortingly for a while, couldn't touch the point, didn't dare to say more.
It wasn't until Tong Yan opened the mailbox that he was slightly relieved and stood up: "If there is anything I can help, tell me. If you are afraid to talk to the two teachers, I will go with you."
She hugged Shen Yao's waist and rubbed her face against her clothes: "Don't worry, I will not be polite to you."
"Don't worry, when Teacher Gu comes back, I will even get back the profit."
Shen Yao deliberately mentioned Gu Ping's life, trying to make her happy.
Tong Yan knew what she meant, but when he heard his name at this time, his heart sank more and more.
After Shen Yao went to fetch water and take a shower, she opened her mailbox and looked at the "0 Mail" prompt in a daze.
After more than ten minutes, he closed the mailbox again, retrieved Gu Pingfan's number from the phone, and dialed it.
The phone was quickly picked up, and the ordinary voice was very low: "Yanyan?"
"Well," Tong Yan walked to the balcony and looked at the passersby outside, and said, "Calling you so late... In fact, there is nothing wrong. I haven't received his emails in the past two days, and I am a little worried."
There happened to be two couples under the street lamp.
They are not far apart, but they don't affect each other. They are all holding their little hands, whispering and snuggling.
A bland night, a bland, enviable campus love.
"Wait a minute," Ping Fan finished speaking. After being blank for a long time, she seemed to hear the sound of the door closing, "I'm right beside him, he's fine. Do you have an email address, and I will secretly send you some photos."
Tong Yan followed her words and said his email address all over.
Gu Pingfan seemed to be inconvenient to speak, so she only said a little about the situation, her voice can be gentle, so she must be relieved. When she opened the door and walked back to the room from the balcony, new mail had come in the mailbox.
Unexpectedly, it turned out to be a video.
To be precise, it is a still picture in a video format.
In the not very bright ward, he fell asleep in bed. From the photographer's point of view, you can see the white blinds, where brighter light penetrates, making all the pictures extraordinarily quiet.
She had an illusion when she saw it, as if she was in the camera, unable to help but control her breathing, fearing to wake him up.