driftwood

After the vacation, the curriculum seems to be tighter. A book is as thick as a brick, and the worst thing is to memorize it.Chen Xing couldn't even dream of Zhou Chen at night, his mind was full of dense words.

When Wu Hong was in the library at night, he received a call from his girlfriend, packed his schoolbag and hurried back to the dormitory.When Chen Xing and the others returned to the dormitory and opened the door, the lights were also dark.Wang Yizhe stretched out his hand to turn on the light, and was startled a bit: "You don't turn on the light at night and sit pretending to be a ghost."

Wu Hong sat on a stool with his back to the door, and there was no response when the light was turned on. His whole body was like a sculpture.

Chen Xing put his schoolbag on the table and asked Wu Hong, "What happened?"

Wang Yizhe walked around in front of Wu Hong and lowered his head for a look, then winked at He Yanzhi and Chen Xing, Chen Xing walked up to Wu Hong, Wu Hong lowered his head and spoke in a soft voice like a mosquito: "I broke up. "

Wang Yizhe looked at Chen Xing, Chen Xing looked at He Yanzhi, and several people exchanged eyes for a long time before Wang Yizhe bit the bullet and said as gently as possible: "Is there any misunderstanding between you?"

Wu Hong buried his hands in his palms, and his voice trembled violently: "She was hospitalized with acute appendicitis. She was alone in the hospital, and her roommates were all busy. She was crying on the phone, saying that she wanted to break up, and she didn't want to do it anymore. Now, she said that what she wanted was companionship, not a boyfriend I only saw once in a few months."

The room was silent again, and after a long time, He Yanzhi asked: "Then you, haven't you tried to coax her?"

"It's useless. This time has passed, and there will be another time. I will stay here to study as a graduate student, a doctor. There will be a total of eight years. I can't be so selfish and delay her for eight years." Tears dripped onto the beige pants , dizzy a small piece.Chen Xing handed Wu Hong a tissue, patted him on the shoulder, and whispered, "It will get better."

After turning off the lights, Chen Xing didn't continue to read, and lay down on the bed after taking a shower.He counted the frequency of contact with Zhou Chen these days with his fingers. He made three videos and made five or six phone calls in half a month.The call time is about ten minutes.Zhou Chen fell asleep when he was free, and he was still in class when Zhou Chen was free.Can only send messages and chat intermittently.

The content of the chat was just a few words, what did you eat today, what class did you take, and how much homework did you have? Chen Xing suddenly realized that most of the time, he was the one talking, talking about things that Zhou Chen was very unfamiliar with.

He suddenly felt flustered, and hurriedly sent a message to Zhou Chen with his mobile phone: "Zhou Chen, let's make a video tomorrow night."

Naturally, before Zhou Chen replied, Chen Xing wrapped the quilt tightly, and his heart was beating violently for no reason. He curled up in a ball and felt his body trembling slightly. Feel why so strong.I had insomnia for most of the night, and I didn't fall asleep until five o'clock in the morning.

Zhou Chen was woken up by the phone ringing in the morning, his aunt's phone call.He sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, stared at the screen, and pressed the answer button.

Yang Dong's voice was still gentle: "Xiaochen? I'm my aunt."

Zhou Chen lifted the quilt and walked out wearing slippers, his voice was hoarse: "Auntie, what happened?"

"Xiao Chen, your mother has been sick for a long time, can you come and see her? Auntie doesn't have time to take care of her now, you also know that Rarity is also a senior in high school this year, and your uncle is always away, no one is watching It’s not good for Rurui.” Yang Dong sighed over there and said, “Oh, your mother, don’t let me tell you, lest you worry.”

Zhou Chen bent down and took half a pack of cigarettes from under the coffee table, poured out one and held it between his fingers, and replied in a low voice, "Okay, I'll go back after my leave."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Chen leaned back on the sofa, held the cigarette between his fingers for a long time, and finally returned to the box.He saw the message from Chen Xing, and it was in the middle of the night, and he didn't know what kind of stimulation he had received. Chen Xing was very tired and busy, and he knew it, so he seldom called Chen Xing. He was afraid of disturbing him. I have a new life, I have new friends, and the topics I talk about are becoming more and more unfamiliar.

Chen Xing, I feel a little insecure.Sending him a message in the middle of the night, he didn't know if Chen Xing had held his phone and waited all night for his reply.

Zhou Chen picked up the phone and stared at Chen Xing's photo on the lock screen for a long time. Finally, he entered the password, and his hand rested on the top of the dialog box.

The cigarette that had just been stuffed into the paper box finally ignited between Zhou Chen's fingers, turning into wisps of white smoke, entangled a man in this bright morning.

Zhou Chen took a week off, packed his luggage and took the high-speed train back to the place where he grew up.He stood at the exit of the high-speed rail, and suddenly forgot how to get to the house he had lived in for more than ten years. He even forgot the name of the community, and the name of the lively street at the gate of the community. About this, He forgot completely and completely.No, he still remembered Zhou Chuan's cemetery and the cemetery of his father whom he had never met. Their cemeteries were next to each other on a quiet mountain.

Zhou Chen dragged his suitcase and took a taxi to the hospital according to the address given by Yang Dong. He stood at the door of Yang Qiu's ward and looked into the ward through the narrow glass in the middle of the door. There were three beds and the other two. All of them were empty, and Yang Qiu was on the innermost bed next to the window. She was wearing a loose blue and white striped hospital gown and half leaned on the head of the bed, looking out of the window with her head tilted.

Zhou Chen hadn't seen her for more than a year, and she looked fatter than last time he saw her. When he raised his hand to smooth her hair, Zhou Chen realized that it was not fat, but edema.

Zhou Chen put his hand on the doorknob and didn't move for a long time, until Yang Qiu turned his head, those beautiful peach blossom eyes were no longer good-looking, the whole face was swollen, and the eyes were much smaller.She looked ahead and grinned. Zhou Chen looked at the white wall directly opposite Yang Qiu and didn't understand who she was smiling at.

The door was pushed open, and the smile on Yang Qiu's face was immediately squeezed out by the swollen face like her eyes. She stared blankly at Zhou Chen. Zhou Chen wanted to call "Mom", but opened his mouth, but his voice was like It's like being blocked, and I can't shout out.

Yang Qiu stared at him for a long time, and finally turned his head slowly.Her voice became a lot thicker, and she asked, "What are you doing here?"

"My aunt said you were sick, and I'll take care of you."

Zhou Chen leaned the box against the wall, turned around and closed the door. He stood on the bed away from Yang Qiu and looked at her from a distance.

Yang Qiu's voice was faint: "I don't know you, you go."

Zhou Chen took a few steps forward, looked at Yang Qiu's bed number, turned around and left the ward.A nurse walked up to her. Zhou Chen stepped forward and asked her, "Hello, do you know the doctor in charge of No. 36 in this ward?"

The nurse nodded while holding the medicine tray, and said through the mask: "Ah, yes, may I ask who you are?"

"I am her son."

"Son?" The nurse was a little surprised: "Auntie said she has no children."

Zhou Chen stood speechless for a long time, what should I say, I am her son, but she doesn't recognize me.

The nurse saw that Zhou Chen stayed silent for a long time without saying a word, and felt that she had said something wrong, and hurriedly said: "Her doctor's office is in office 307 at the end of the corridor, and it's Doctor Tian."

"Thank you."

Zhou Chen turned around and walked towards the end of the corridor, feeling empty in his heart. He felt that Yang Qiu's illness should be serious, but he was not sad at all. He used to regard her as his mother, but now, he regards her as a support object. There is no obligation, after all, Yang Qiu doesn't recognize him, and he has returned all the money he spent, except for this life, he can't pay it back for the time being.

Zhou Chen bent his knuckles and knocked twice on the opened door. The doctor in the white coat in the office raised his head from the computer and asked him, "Is there something wrong?"

Zhou Chen took two steps towards the door and asked, "Doctor Tian?"

"Yes, I am." Dr. Tian was in his thirties and early forties, wearing a pair of narrow-rimmed glasses.Zhou Chen said: "Hello, I am the son of Yang Qiu, a patient in bed 30, and I want to know about my mother's condition with you."

Dr. Tian closed the cap of his pen and said to Zhou Chen, "Please sit down, you have to be mentally prepared."

When Zhou Chen came out of the doctor's office, he was in a daze. He only caught a few words: "uremia", "kidney replacement", "matching", "high probability".

He stiffly walked back to the door of the ward, sat down on the bench in the corridor, clutched the armrest tightly with his right hand, sweat dripped from his forehead.It's so ridiculous, just now I thought that I had one life left, and now I have a chance.His own kidney may still have a 50.00% chance, and this 50.00% chance may still support Yang Qiu to live for more than ten years.

However, he didn't want to, even if there was only one kidney left, it wouldn't affect him, but he still didn't want to, if he was like this, what would Chen Xing do?He will cry again for sure, more than ever before, and he will be very sad.

Zhou Chen sat outside for an indeterminate amount of time, and the night gradually floated up. He stood up while holding on to the armrests, his legs were numb from sitting.

When he returned to the ward, Yang Qiu was still leaning against the head of the bed in the same position, this time he didn't even turn his head.

Zhou Chen took off his coat and put it on the cabinet, sat down on the bed in the middle, and said calmly, "Do you know everything?"

Yang Qiu responded this time: "Yes."

Zhou Chen propped his hands on the side of the bed, the night came to his brows, he looked down at his knees, and asked, "You need a kidney transplant, do you know?"

Yang Qiu laughed out loud, his voice rough and dry: "Don't worry, I don't want yours."

Zhou Chen didn't speak, got up and walked out the door.Walking to a small shop outside the hospital, he bought a pack of cigarettes and a lighter with the [-] yuan he found in his trouser pocket. There was no one on the bench by the wall. He walked over and stood beside the bench, hunched over He lit a cigarette in the wind, the wind was a bit strong, and his fingers holding the cigarette were shivering from the cold. Yes, it was too cold to shiver.

There was a trash can not far from the wall. When Zhou Chen left, there was a pile of cigarette butts, a crumpled cigarette case and a lighter in it.

Yang Qiu leaned against the head of the bed, the light from the mobile phone in his hand hit her face, a little scary.Zhou Chen reached out to press the light, and caught a glimpse of the mobile phone in Yang Qiu's hand, which was given to him by Chen Xing. The screen was on, and a boy was smiling. It was his Chen Xing.

Yang Qiu put the phone on the cabinet, Zhou Chen picked it up to look at it, and put it in his pocket.Yang Qiu kept looking at him, until he turned around and heard Yang Qiu asking him from behind: "Zhou Chen, are you disgusting?"

Zhou Chen's footsteps paused, and then walked around the two beds and continued to walk forward. A glass exploded behind him, clanging, and there was a crisp sound. It might be the glass on the table.There was some pain in his back, Zhou Chen reached out and touched it, but there was no blood.

Yang Qiu sat up, his chest rose and fell slightly, and hoarsely roared: "Zhou Chen, you didn't even think about it, are you worthy of him?"

Zhou Chen walked to the door and closed it, picked up the broom at the door and bent over to sweep the glass shards on the floor, his movements were very light, and his voice was also very soft: "Hospital, please be quiet."

Yang Qiu fell down and leaned against the head of the bed again, his voice became quieter: "He is the number one scholar in the province, what are you?"

Zhou Chen finally raised his head: "How do you know?"

Yang Qiu sneered a few times: "Go and see, the news on the Internet is overwhelming, I can see that face more than ten times a day, what a good child, but he is blind."

The hand holding the broom tightened suddenly, Zhou Chen looked at Yang Qiu with frost in his eyes, and his voice was flat: "Have you said enough?"

The corners of Yang Qiu's mouth curled up, and he forced out a weird smile: "I want to live, give me a kidney."

The hand holding the broom lost all strength in an instant, Zhou Chen let go, and the broom fell to the ground.As if he didn't see it, he turned around, grabbed the doorknob, and replied in a low voice: "Okay."

The author has something to say: If you want to send the blade, send it to Yang Qiu, it's none of my business...