wild king

Ancheng is not too far from Jincheng, only a four-hour flight.

After getting off the plane, Song Shixuan quickly switched on her phone.

then……

Her cell phone keeps ringing, with harassing messages, spam, and people I can't remember.

A bright red dot on the bottom menu bar showing a dozen missed calls.

As soon as she opened it, it was all Song Shixi's. She shook her fingers and quickly dialed it back.

"Hello, Shi Xuan?"

It's Ms. Jing Lan. Although she speaks very slowly, she sounds okay and should be fine.

"Are you back, do you want Shixi to pick you up?"

Song Shixuan breathed a sigh of relief, and smiled: "No need, I'll just take a taxi by myself after I get out of the airport."

The airport was empty, she was dragging a suitcase, and the sound of tapping footsteps and the sound of sliding universal wheels mixed together, making it a little noisy.

"Hmm, it's almost time..."

Ms. Jing Lan was still saying: "I checked that Baili Yunbing, he is a good person, but you are all girls!"

"You still have to find someone to live your life with."

"........."

Song Shixuan's fingertips were a little cold, and the evening wind blew over her head and face, and her long hair kept patting her cheeks.

Ms. Jing Lan is a cultural person, and she will not have any vulgar language or actions.

But these words are already very clear, she doesn't really want to be with Baili Yunbing.

Of course, Ms. Jing Lan's tone was not that tough, there should be room for change...

Song Shixuan comforted herself mechanically.

The announcement from the airport and the piercing ringtone on the other side of the phone rang at the same time, as well as Song Shixi's voice.

"Sister, what's the matter, what's the situation?"

Song Shixuan put down the suitcase, and clutched the phone with her slender fingers until her knuckles turned white.

"Come here quickly, Mom's situation is very bad, now go to the emergency room!"

Maybe it was too much chaos over there, Song Shixi hung up the phone before she could speak.

"Pa-ta", she was so weak that she dropped the phone and fell straight to the ground.

The light was a light yellow, but it couldn't reach her face.

Song Shixuan's face was pale.

I... I want to hurry over, Ms. Jing Lan, hold on, I'll be right there!

Thoughts flashed in her mind, she bent down to pick up the phone with the broken screen, and hurriedly stopped a taxi.

"Master, Ancheng No.1 Civilian Hospital, please hurry up."

"it is good."

Song Shixuan sat in the back, wringing her fingers tightly, and the uneasiness in her heart became more and more intense, as if something big was about to happen.

It was early summer, and she was wearing a long-sleeved jacket, but the bone-piercing chill still clung to her bones like maggots attached to her bones. It started from the skin and penetrated into the bones, making people feel chills all over her body.

Her hands were very cold, and in this season, it was almost terribly cold, with sticky palms and cold sweat.

The driver was really fast and arrived in just 15 minutes.

But Song Shixuan still felt that it was very long, so long that she felt that the school career of more than ten years was not as long as this short 15 minutes.

As soon as the driver stopped, Song Shixuan rushed out with the suitcase.

The driver was stunned for a moment, looking at the back of the girl going away for a moment, he came back to his senses, put down the window and shouted at the back: "Hey, girl, you haven't paid yet, girl!"

Song Shixuan heard it clearly, but she didn't turn her head.

She ran in a hurry, panting in her breath: "My name is Song Shixuan, you go to Pavilion No. [-] to ask for money."

Tingxuan Pavilion, the driver has heard of this place, the houses there are all villas, one family after another, either rich or expensive.

He was dumbfounded for a moment, unable to speak, and after 1 minute, he stepped on the gas pedal and left.

"Ready to go, the whole journey is about [-] kilometers...Gaode map will continue to navigate for you."

The cold, emotionless voice of the navigation stuck in the wind and drifted into the distance.

The hospital is not a good place after all, the air is filled with the pungent smell of disinfectant that is difficult to ignore.

A few patients were either wrapped in bandages, or clutching their wounds, and were supported by relatives, and gradually moved away.

Someone once told Song Shixuan that, in the final analysis, crematoriums and hospitals are actually similar places. They both watched countless people leave in a hurry, some people cried and were silent for them, and there were also living people who stepped out of the gate. Door.

The nurse at the front desk was sorting out the materials. As soon as Song Shixuan passed by, the nurse immediately raised her head, as if she had "seen" it.

"Hello, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Oh, may I ask, which ward does Ms. Jing Lan live in?"

"Hold on."

The female nurse crackled and pressed the keyboard to retrieve the information, and the sound seemed to hit Song Shixuan's heart, filled with dense pain, wrapping her heart like a spider's thread, making it difficult for her to breathe, but she couldn't breathe. As for crying.

This feeling of red eyes but unable to cry is really sad.

"No. 13 on the second floor, now in the emergency room."

"OK, thanks!"

As soon as the nurse finished speaking, Song Shixuan thanked her. In a blink of an eye, the little nurse raised her head again, and she disappeared. She was the only one left at the front desk, muttering to herself in astonishment.

"I'm still dragging the suitcase, this is running too fast..."

Song Shixi stood outside the door of the emergency room. The seat outside the door was icy cold. She sat with her hands clasped and resting on her forehead, breathing tremblingly.

"Sister, what's the matter?"

Song Shixuan went to the ward to put the suitcase and ran here in a hurry. It was still a bit chilly in the morning, but she broke out in sweat and slid down the corner of her forehead.

"I don't know... I just got a critical illness...notification, it's probably... pending."

Song Shixi's voice was trembling, and it took him several times to finish a sentence.

Song Shixuan sat down beside her, and patted her on the back reassuringly: "Where's brother-in-law?"

"Your brother-in-law is at home and just went back. He has to go to the company to watch tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, Song Shixi covered his face in pain, tears flowed out through his fingers, and soon wet his palms.

She is very scared now, she always feels that Jing Lan will not come down, her sixth sense has always been very accurate, but now, she would rather not think about anything.

The operation time is very long, which is a torment for the family members.

The three words "in operation" on the door flashed a dazzling red light, which made people's eyes hurt. The smell of disinfectant here is very strong, even more offensive than the door.

Song Shixuan also wanted to cry, but she still handed a tissue to her sister:

"Don't cry, wipe it, it's unlucky."

She took the tissue, remained silent, wiped away the tears in her eyes, sat numbly, and waited.

It was as if a butcher had stabbed them with a knife and scratched their bodies, but he still told them jokingly:

I'm not sure if I'll kill you yet, I'm waiting, I'll tell you later.

The blunt knife scratched at the heart, bringing a sudden pain, not deep, but lingering.

It will be fine, Ms. Jing Lan will be strong in her life, how could she be defeated just like that!

It may have been several centuries, or it may have only been ten minutes before the dazzling blood-red letters faded.

One, if the doctor opened the door, he took off his mask and looked at them in pain and almost numbly.

Finally, he opened his mouth: "I'm sorry, we have tried our best, this lady still has 3 minutes, you guys, go and see her."

It was as if a strong embankment had finally been washed out of the cracks, and it was overwhelmed and shattered into countless fragments, which scattered in all directions and were difficult to collect.

Song Shixuan felt herself falling uncontrollably, and her outstretched hand was annihilated in the terrifying darkness.

After a long time, the hanging heart landed on the ground, but it was not the ground. It fell into the abyss with jagged cliffs and no exit in sight, and there was a dead silence all around.

It was Song Shixi's voice that finally broke the oppressive darkness.

Her voice was hoarse, like scratched glass, trembling imperceptibly: "Okay, thank you."

Jing Lan could hardly speak anymore, she looked at her two daughters, and tremblingly raised her hand—it was not a hand at all.

It can only be said to be dry bones or dead branches, covered with a thin layer of skin, and the blue blood vessels inside can be clearly seen pulsating slightly.

As she spoke in a stuttering manner, she could only vaguely hear words like "suicide note", "okay", "dad" and so on.

Jing Lan also mentioned Song Shixuan, but the rest of the words were completely inaudible.

Song Shixuan even forgot how to react, just looked at her blankly, this woman was her mother, the mother who was hanging out with her a year ago.

She couldn't remember what Ms. Jing Lan looked like a year ago.

Anyway, it has nothing to do with this skinny and ill appearance.

The heartbeat detector on the side rang as if no one was there, and projected an unobtrusive electrocardiogram on the screen.

1 minute, 2 minutes...  

"drop-------"

The ear-piercing electronic sound rang for a long time, and the slightly undulating image gradually became a straight line, indicating the passing of another life.

The sky outside the window had already turned pale, with a few wisps of red floating in it.

Its daybreak.

Song Shixuan took Jing Lan's gradually colder, stiff hand and put it on her cheek, trying to warm her back.

She looked out the window, her voice was very soft, so soft that she couldn't tell whether she was talking to others or muttering to herself.

She said: "Mom, look, look quickly, it's dawn, the weather is fine today, we can go to bask in the sun..."

"I……"

She paused slightly, frowned, and continued to speak under pressure:

"I actually don't like Baili Yunbing that much. Get up, as long as you get up, I promise I won't be with her anymore, okay? Why don't you just talk to me..."

"Ms. Jing Lan, get up quickly, can you smile..."

The choking sound spread out, hitting the walls of the empty room, and then swayed back again, as if mourning someone.

"Ms. Jing Lan..."

"mom……!"

Song Shixi has already contacted the funeral home, she is the elder sister, she has no time to be sad and sad.

At this time, she must maintain absolute reason and send away her mother who has worked hard all her life.

Just like my mother when I received the news of my father's death in the line of duty.

Shi Xuan was still young, she had to support all of this.

The phone slipped from the pocket, the screen turned on, and the spider web-like cracks on it could be clearly seen.

It was a message from Baili Yunbing, reporting safety.

Further up is the time, with a mark on it and an hourly telltale:

"It's seven o'clock Beijing time, May 29th, Sunday, Mother's Day, the year of the Xin (ugly) Ox, March [-]th in the lunar calendar, the weather is sunny today, and the temperature is [-] to [-] degrees Celsius."

The author has something to say:

Here I am, I don't feel abused enough, and I'm thinking about how to continue the abuse.

A bit stuck, please update slowly