Song Mingxuan stayed by his bed all the time, smiled when he heard this, and asked him: "Then do you love Dad?"
Su Jinzhi immediately replied: "Love! I love my father the most!"
Number one said, "That's not what you said just now."
Su Jinzhi cheated: "I'm lying on the bed now, how can I take what I say on the bed seriously? Just listen to it."
No. 1 is indifferent: "Oh."
Song Mingxuan didn't know what Su Jinzhi was talking to No. 1, he just smiled and kissed Su Jinzhi again, and murmured against his lips: "Daddy loves you too... You need to get better quickly, Daddy can't live without you..."
The man's voice carried pain and fragility that he himself didn't know. Su Jinzhi's heart trembled. Looking at the half of the potion left in the bottle, he changed the subject and said, "Dad, have you finished my homework yet?"
"No." Song Mingxuan patted his head, "You're already sick, how can Dad be in the mood to do homework?"
Su Jinzhi asked him again: "Then what should I do when school starts?"
Song Mingxuan said: "Don't worry about it, Dad will take you abroad for vacation tomorrow, and you won't come back for class."
"Then I won't take the college entrance examination?"
"Come back to take part in the exam if you recover from illness. If you don't recover, you won't take the exam. Dad will take care of you." Song Mingxuan gently raised his hand and kissed his fingertips. If you buy it, you don’t need to take the test, anyway, Dad has plenty of money.”
Tsk tsk tsk, listen to the tone, it's different to be raised by a local tyrant.
Su Jinzhi dropped out of school with peace of mind, but it was a pity that he didn't get to see his two friends at school before leaving, but when he got on the plane, Lu Yuqi and Yan Rong came to the airport to see him off.
Su Jinzhi was sitting in a wheelchair with a bottle of glucose water hanging from his arm.
He can't eat now, and he doesn't have much appetite to eat, and the vein on his right hand is very dark, which is the sequelae of chemotherapy.
Lu Yuqi only took one look, and her eyes turned red: "Song Jinzhi, you have to go abroad to take care of your illness. You promised me that you would come to my birthday party."
Yan Rong also sniffled, and handed the schoolbag he was carrying to Su Jinzhi: "We brought you your book too, review it carefully, and remember to come back and take the college entrance examination."
"It would be great if my father could take the college entrance examination instead of me..." Su Jinzhi stared at the books in the schoolbag with disgust and muttered, "I don't ask too much, it's enough for my father to help me take the exam."
Yan Rong immediately glared at him: "If you weren't sick, I'd want to beat you right now."
Su Jinzhi smiled: "Call me when I come back."
Yan Rong turned his head away, his eyes were a little red: "This is what you said, don't say what you say."
Su Jinzhi agreed, "Yes."
Yan Rong turned around and stared at him fiercely, with a bad tone: "I'm serious! A liar will swallow a thousand chirps!"
Fuck! This is too vicious, right
Su Jinzhi stared at him dumbfounded.
Yan Rong came over and patted him on the shoulder lightly, as if he was afraid of breaking him: "So you must come back."
After almost saying goodbye, Song Mingxuan came over to push his wheelchair, Lu Yuqi kept wiping away tears, and Yan Rong cried worse than him.
Su Jinzhi looked at him like that and wanted to laugh, so Song Mingxuan stopped and wanted to say a few more words to Yan Rong.
Yan Rong asked him with red eyes, "What do you want to say?"
"Do you know why I am sick?" Su Jinzhi looked mysterious.
Seeing that he was so serious, Yan Rong lowered his voice and asked, "Why?"
Su Jinzhi said: "Because my cake is poisonous, you are finished."
Yan Rong looked dull.
Su Jinzhi quickly instructed Song Mingxuan to push him away.
Yan Rong roared from a distance: "Song Jinzhi—I will definitely beat you up when you come back!"
Song Mingxuan pushed the wheelchair very fast, Su Jinzhi turned his head and laughed at Yan Rong who couldn't catch up, but with a smile, he suddenly felt that his eye sockets were a little sore, astringent and hot.
He looked at the shadow of Song Mingxuan pushing him on the airport avenue and blinked his eyes to disperse the moisture in his eyes.
How painful the chemotherapy process is, people who have not experienced it may never know.
This method of killing cancer cells with chemical drugs is called treatment at a good level, and it is fighting a poison with fire at a bad level—killing one thousand enemies will cause eight hundred self-destruction. So there is a saying that the more chemotherapy you do, the faster you will die, but if you don't do it, you will die more painfully.
When he first boarded the plane, Su Jinzhi could still talk and laugh with Song Mingxuan, but after 7 or 8 hours of flight time, the effects of the hormones given to him during chemotherapy began to fade, and those suppressed emotions were hard to come by. The pain of speaking came back, sweeping his whole body.
So when getting off the plane, Su Jinzhi was almost carried by Song Mingxuan.
To make Song Mingxuan so inspiring and mobilize people to travel thousands of miles to a foreign country, Su Jinzhi knew that he must be sick and blind. If it wasn't for the existence of a life-loving system, he would have died by now.
After arriving at the hospital, Song Mingxuan went to listen to the doctors discussing the treatment plan. Su Jinzhi opened his eyes after he went out. He had been pretending to be asleep just now, maybe his complexion is really not very good now, Song Mingxuan didn't realize that he was not asleep at all.
But in fact, Su Jinzhi himself doesn't know whether he is asleep or awake. He has a dull ache all over his body, and his limbs are weak. Obviously, his mind and body are desperately longing for sleep, but there is still a trace of clarity in his mind, allowing him to sleep. Clearly perceive every pain from the body, from the end of life.
Song Mingxuan brought him here at the turn of spring and summer, the air was warm but not hot, and the thick quilt tightly covered every inch of his skin, but Su Jinzhi still felt very cold, as if he was in the severe winter, Deeply buried by the blizzard brought by the storm.
Suddenly, Su Jinzhi thought he was dead.
He saw the snow-white walls and the faint white figure in front of him. He seemed to be in this world, and he seemed to have returned to the place where he died in the first place—he died alone in the hospital in Naxi Port.
But if he really died, he wouldn't be cold, and he wouldn't be in pain.
Some people want to die and end their long and painful life, but they have reasons to live; some people want to live and continue their short and beautiful moment, but they are on the verge of death, and every breath is A luxury.
It turns out that living is such a difficult thing.
Maybe it was because his spirit was really tortured to the extreme by the pain, and he was unable to support his sobriety anymore. Su Jinzhi seemed to have really fallen asleep in a daze, and his body was not so painful when he woke up.
Song Mingxuan was still not in the room, he still had a hose needle inserted into the back of his hand, but now he didn't hang a medicine bottle, presumably Song Mingxuan gave him some medicine to relieve his pain while he was sleeping, so he didn't pull it out The hose needle may be because the infusion will continue later.
Looking away from the back of his hand, Su Jinzhi sat up from the bed. Just such a movement made his heart beat fast, his breathing was short of breath, he was dizzy and felt like he was going to die suddenly in a second.
But he knew that this was just one of the many sequelae caused by chemotherapy.
Next, he will face symptoms such as hair loss, loss of appetite, nausea and vomiting, and within a month, he will lose weight rapidly. During this period, he can't get sick, because of the decrease of white blood cells, even a common cold can cause severe lung infection, and then, the chemotherapy drugs will kill the cancer cells in his body, and at the same time kill the nerves of other organs cells, and a little carelessness can lead to organ failure.
Organ failure again, Su Jinzhi secretly cursed.
There are no mechanical organs in this world for him to replace. Although No. 1 said he would not die, what if his organs really fail
Su Jinzhi sat on the bed and looked around, and found where the toilet was. However, he didn't have the strength to get out of bed now. Although he wanted to pee, he was afraid of falling to his death in the toilet. Fortunately, Song Mingxuan came in at this time.
When he saw him sitting on the bed and facing the direction of the bathroom, he immediately understood what he wanted to do.
"Want to go to the bathroom?"
Song Mingxuan walked towards him with a smile, Su Jinzhi stretched out his arms to hug his waist, and let out a muffled "hmm".
"Daddy will take you."
Song Mingxuan immediately picked him up, walked towards the bathroom, and helped him take off his pants and put them on the toilet.
Su Jinzhi said, "Dad, I just want to pee..."
Song Mingxuan said, "It's okay to pee while sitting."
"I want to pee standing up!" Su Jinzhi insisted on peeing standing up.
Song Mingxuan had no choice but to help him up again, wrapping one hand around his waist and pinching his little chirp with the other, and said: "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Su Jinzhi: "..."
Su Jinzhi succumbed to the power of the sick and weak, and peed out in shame. Song Mingxuan shook the soft thing twice, then took out a piece of wet tissue and wiped it carefully.
It's definitely not so particular about it in normal times, but Su Jinzhi knew that Song Mingxuan was doing it to prevent him from getting a bacterial infection. The neutropenia caused by the decrease of white blood cells during chemotherapy will greatly reduce the patient's anti-infection ability, causing infection to occur in any part of the body. The oral cavity, lungs, and urethra are the three most susceptible areas.
If one is not careful, he will die of bacterial infection.
So after peeing, Song Mingxuan had to take him to wash his hands.
There is no mirror in this bathroom.
Su Jinzhi couldn't see his current appearance, so he stretched out his hand to the sink, and Song Mingxuan poured a pile of disinfectant, grabbed his hand and rubbed it back and forth, rinsed it off with water, rubbed some Vaseline lotion on it, and then carried him to bed.
Song Mingxuan also lay down on it with him. This hospital bed is big enough for two people to sleep.
"Does your body still hurt?" Song Mingxuan reached in from the hem of his clothes and gently rubbed Su Jinzhi's stomach.
His hands were very hot, and Su Jinzhi was so comfortable being rubbed by him, he couldn't help humming twice: "It doesn't hurt anymore, rub it there again."
Song Mingxuan smiled: "Then after finishing the porridge, let's take the medicine, shall we?"
Su Jinzhi's eyes lit up: "Can I eat?"
"Um."
Su Jinzhi sighed again: "Oh, it's a pity that I can only drink porridge."
Song Mingxuan stroked his head, but took a handful of hair with his hand, his movements froze, and then he threw the hair into the trash can next to the bed without a trace: "When you are well, what do you want to eat, Dad?" Get someone to do it for you."
"Father, you are so kind to me." Su Jinzhi said while hugging his waist.
Song Mingxuan also hugged him back, and said in a low voice, "Because Dad only has you as a baby."
Su Jinzhi actually doesn't have much appetite now, but in order not to disappoint Song Mingxuan, he tried his best not to spit out the porridge, and took the medicine obediently.
Sure enough, after watching him do all this, the sadness in Song Mingxuan's eyes was indeed less. He smiled and kissed Su Jinzhi, bit the boy's bloodless lips and said, "Sleep, get up tomorrow and Dad will take you to the pasture to play."
Su Jinzhi also raised his head and kissed the man's chin: "Daddy, good night, I love you."
"Good night, I love you too."
However, Su Jinzhi didn't fall asleep. He slept too much during the day, and at night, although his body was not as painful as in the morning, he still couldn't fall asleep. Song Mingxuan, who was holding him, fell asleep. Su Jinzhi lay in his arms, listening to his steady and powerful heartbeat, feeling the strength of his hugging her tightly, and sighed softly.
No. 1 suddenly said: "Can't sleep?"
"Number one? You're here?" Su Jinzhi was surprised, "Shouldn't you be off work at this point?"
Number One said, "I'm on the night shift today."
"Are you still working shifts?"
"Yes, Master Host!" The person who answered this time was number zero.
"I'm off work, Brother No. 1, you should be on duty. I'll treat you to strawberry cake tomorrow." No. 0 said to No. 1, "Goodbye, Master Host."
Number one replied: "Well, good."
Su Jinzhi: "???"
"When will you be able to eat?" Su Jinzhi asked No. 1.
Number One replied, "A day ago."
No wonder he and Song Mingxuan didn't respond to Ai Lai Ai Qu No. 1, but he was still a little surprised: "Aren't you AI? How can you still eat?"
"I don't know how to explain it to you... Someone donated to us a batch of robots that were eliminated from the earth around 2500 years ago. Zero and I broke the firewall program and lived in it."
"A star calendar of 2,500 years?" Su Jinzhi exclaimed, "Those are antiques."
"Um."
Su Jinzhi asked again: "Why do you use antique robots? Hasn't the Galactic Federation produced several bionics in recent years? I remember that one designed by Oliver was very good."
Before he died, these bionics were very popular, especially the works of the interstellar mechanical master Oliver En, each of which could be fired for sky-high prices.
The mechanical voice of No. 1 suddenly became a little angry: "Blame him! After you died, he designed some robots, which are said to be able to produce self-awareness. No. 0 and I were worried that after living in them, the self-consciousness would be produced by those robots. Engulfed, so only antique robots can live."
Su Jinzhi didn't believe what it said at all: "How could a robot have autonomous consciousness? Isn't there still the restriction of the three laws? This is impossible."
Number One asked him: "Do you know what happened when you died from 3000 to 3500 in the star calendar?"
"Of course I did! It happened—"
Su Jinzhi just wanted to answer, but suddenly found that he could recite most of the interstellar history before the star calendar 3000 years ago, but his mind was blank after 3000 years. , he was the only diplomat left on the earth, and when he fell ill, he went to the β68 Sagittarius star Naxi port to receive treatment and then died.
"I remember...a big event happened in the year 3000 of the star calendar." Su Jinzhi said in a daze, "but I can't remember what it was."
"You slept too long," said Number One.
Su Jinzhi didn't care much: "How long can I sleep? Don't I get up on time every day?"
Number One finally said, "You slept for a long time, really long."
Su Jinzhi fell asleep in the middle of the night, and when he woke up the next day, Song Mingxuan took him to a pasture named Sang Fuluo to play.
There are foals and soft white sheep in the pasture. Su Jinzhi wanted to go up and touch them when he saw them, but it was a pity that he could only sit in a wheelchair and didn't even have the strength to walk by himself.
Song Mingxuan took him to a wooden house deep in the ranch. He said it was a wooden house, but it could actually be called a villa. It had all kinds of electrical appliances and furniture, and it perfectly combined retro and modern.
After he and Song Mingxuan entered the house, the medical staff and bodyguards who followed them began to set up tents outside, and some even went to the first floor of the wooden house to install some basic first aid equipment.
Su Jinzhi was carried by Song Mingxuan to sit on the sofa by the window on the second floor, handed him a glass of fresh pear juice, and left, saying that he was going to show him something.
One of Su Jin stayed on the sofa alone, picked up a pillow and held it in his arms, looked out the window, and saw a sea of golden flowers—behind this wooden house was an endless sunflower garden.
As soon as the wind blows, it raises golden petals all over the sky, swaying gently in the direction of the sun, and looks at the light of her beloved with full of love.
Legend has it that Sunflower bowed her head because she was carrying too much love.
Such a flower full of brilliance and splendor has such a poignant legend.
Just as Su Jinzhi was fascinated, Song Mingxuan sat next to him with a big wooden box in his arms: "What are you looking at?"
"Father, why are there so many sunflowers here?" Su Jinzhi pointed to the sea of flowers outside the window and asked Song Mingxuan, "Did you plant them?"
Song Mingxuan glanced at it and said with a smile, "Yes, I planted it for you."
He asked again: "Does it look good?"
"It's beautiful." After Su Jinzhi finished speaking, he suddenly remembered what aliens outside the earth called this flower, and asked Song Mingxuan, "Dad, do you know the other name of sunflower?"
Song Mingxuan thought for a while: "Sunflower?"
"No." Su Jinzhi said, "It's called Ri'an Flower."
"Ri'an flower?"
Su Jinzhi nodded: "Yes."
"It also has another legend that when two people who love each other separate, if one planted a day's day flower for the other, every day will be sunny until they meet again, and these flowers will take the place of the one who left People, say 'good morning' to another person every morning, so this kind of flower is also called good day flower."
Song Mingxuan smiled: "Flowers can't talk, if they are separated for too long, it won't be sunny every day."
"Dad, why are you so serious? It's just a legend."
"Don't talk about that, Dad will show you something." Song Mingxuan put him in his arms, and grabbed his hand to open the wooden box.
The wooden box is very old, but there is no dust on the surface of the box, and there is no strange smell in the box. It can be seen that it has been carefully preserved. Inside were some pine cones, several photo albums and some small toys. When Su Jinzhi opened the photo album, the first page was a man and a woman he didn't know.
"This is your biological father and mother." Song Mingxuan grabbed his hand and kissed it, and whispered in his ear, "Actually, I brought you here because I planned to graduate. Dad repaired a lot of things for you in the ranch. Toys, but they haven't been fixed yet."
Su Jinzhi paused for breath, turned to a new page of the photo album, pretended not to care and said, "It's okay if I can't play now, I have my dad to play with me."
At the back of the album is a picture of his mother holding him when he was a child, occasionally his father appears, and in the second half of the album, it becomes a picture of him alone, from three to eighteen years old, There are several for each year.
Su Jinzhi asked Song Mingxuan: "Father, why isn't you in this photo album?"
"This is the photo album of you and your parents, how can I be in it?" Song Mingxuan pinched his nose.
"That's right, if father sees it, he might want to kill you, father." Su Jinzhi broke away and bit him on the neck in revenge. "Then Dad, let's start taking a photo album with just the two of us now."
Song Mingxuan looked at him, his eyes seemed to be covered by a sudden cloud of water vapor at that moment, but it disappeared quickly, and he softly replied: "Okay."
That evening, after Song Mingxuan fed him porridge and medicine, he took him to the sunflower sea behind the wooden house to take pictures.
After walking into the sea of flowers, Su Jinzhi discovered that sunflowers also have fragrance, but you can only smell it when you get close. The faint fragrance floods into your mind with every breath, like a gentle hand peeling off all the pain on his body, Only the comfort will be left behind.
The setting sun not far away renders the whole sky into a beautiful and warm color, bordering the sunflowers on the horizon, forming an endless and endless piece, with no end in sight and no clear beginning.
Like the dusk when the gods fall, it is charming and somewhat melancholy.