The boy next door came out

Yanhe, I am Hokuriku

On January 2020, 01, the weather was cloudy for the long trip

he thinks

until spring and Jingming

The boy next door will come out of the wall again

This Spring Festival is deserted all over the country.

There is no hustle and bustle, but there is no brilliance in the lights of Wanjia.

The doors of every house are closed, only the Spring Festival couplets are still pasted on the door, and the big red window grilles adorn the festival.

The whole street was empty.

Even if a few people travel occasionally, they all wear masks and walk hurriedly with their heads down.

Yanhe and Beilu came back on New Year's Eve.

I didn't even have time to go home, so I hurried to the hospital.

The moment the black-faced director saw Yan He, his furious face was uncertain.

He had prepared for the worst, if he didn't come back, he could only choose Senior Brother Ke as the top.

When the documents came down, his No. 1 choice was Yanhe.

Although his qualifications are not too high, he has participated in many rescues before and after.

During his advanced studies, he systematically learned ECMO (artificial lung).

He couldn't have been a better choice.

He had a bunch of invitations to fight in his hand, so he just waited for Yanhe.

He knew that kid wasn't the type to run away.

No one knew that Yanhe handed over the resignation report to the director a few years ago, not even Senior Brother Ke.

Everyone just thought that he asked for leave to go out to play, and was called back halfway.

They all expressed their deep sympathy and helplessness to him.

Yan He thought that his trembling mouth was about to swear the worst words.

But he didn't speak for a long time, so he asked Senior Brother Ke to go out and close the door.

Throwing Yan He's resignation letter on his face, "Resign with me when you come back alive."

Yan He picked it up with a playful smile, tore up the letter and threw it into the trash can, "We are going to go there soon, why are you so angry?"

Think about the fact that the black-faced director is so old, and he has to lead the team to charge.

Yan He suddenly felt that he was not a thing.

The black-faced director's broken heart can cover their entire ward. Although he often does things that are not in his temper, he will yell at them.

But basically he never gave up on anyone.

Know that they still have plasticity.

On the extremely miserable road of studying medicine, they stumbled all the way.

But in the end, none of them fell behind.

"Get out!" The black-faced director sat down on the chair, not wanting to look at him.

"Your old waist is not good, remember to prepare more plaster!" Yan He said to him with a smile, then turned around and closed the door to come out.

He originally wanted to say thank you, but he should be scolded for saying such nasty words.

Brother Ke squatted at the door to eavesdrop.

He said with a surprised face, "You want to resign!?"

Yan He rolled his eyes at him, "How did you know that your eyes saw it?"

Senior Brother Ke followed behind him, "I just heard what the director said."

"Then go ask him, why are you asking me?" Yan He winked at him.

Just whistling, I found Hokuriku at the elevator entrance and went back together.

He held Beilu's hand and stood at the gate of his yard.

The roar of the stinky brother can still be heard in the yard.

The whole alley was quiet, not even laughter and laughter could be heard.

"Do you regret it?" Yan He looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree next door that seemed to be hidden in the darkness.

Very bleak.

There were a few small red lanterns hanging low on the treetops. Even with his eyes closed, Yan He could still think of the little guy Yan Nian, but he couldn't hang them on the top.

"What do you regret?" Hokuriku said in a soft voice.

A lonely cold wind blew by, Yanhe turned around, his neck was tucked into his clothes, and he faced the wind to block Beilu.

"Regret and come back again." Yan He's voice blew over from the wind and got into his ears.

"No regrets."

Beilu's voice was blown away by the wind, he was afraid that Yanhe would not be able to hear clearly, so he leaned closer to his ear and said, "Even if you are forced to marry and have children, I will not regret it."

His warm breath pressed against Yan He's cold ears.

Yan He turned his head and pressed his lips against his lips, and kissed him lightly, "What nonsense are you talking about, am I the kind of heartbreaker who doesn't admit it?!"

The two talked at the gate of the yard for a while but didn't go in.

Thinking about the bleakness of such a festival, it's better not to make trouble for them.

The two returned to the apartment, and Beilu helped him organize his things, and he didn't know how long it would take.

Don't even know where to start.

His eyes are full of things he wants to stuff in the suitcase, but the suitcase is so small.

The heart is so big.

"Hey!" He sighed again and sat beside Yanhe.

"I told you all, it's enough to bring a change of clothes with you, and you can't fit all the things you're tossing around."

Yan He hugged him, rubbed his forehead, and said softly, "You are the one I want to take with me most, but unfortunately I can't take it away."

Beilu hugged his waist tightly, "Wait until next time."

I will definitely follow you next time.

When is the next time, he doesn't know, neither does Yan He.

The two hugged each other tightly, and there were occasional sounds of electronic firecrackers outside the window.

That weak light can't illuminate the gloom of this world at all, and this thick haze gradually covers the sky, invisible and intangible.

But it makes people panic all the time.

The see-off team is mighty.

Although there were only a small team of dozens of people, there were huge crowds of people seeing them off.

Everyone is wearing a mask, and the expression on the face cannot be seen clearly, but the eyes show all kinds of reluctance.

They want to look forward to, but also fear the future.

Yanhe's father and mother stood at the front of the line, and they stood here waiting for him early in the morning.

Yanhe's father seems to have aged a lot recently, his stern eyes are full of vicissitudes.

Zong Wei'an's straight back was slightly hunched, and he occasionally coughed twice.

From the day Yan He took the initiative to confess, he seemed to be walking on a sad road.

The night he beat Yan He, he smoked all night.

The pile of burnt cigarette butts failed to take away his sorrow.

"Dad!" Seeing that he refused to speak for a long time, Yan He walked over and hugged him with open arms.

"I love you!"

Yan He's father hugged his back tightly, "You brat, you left as soon as you left, why are you coming back?"

When he received the news from their director, as a father, his mentality was really about to collapse.

At that moment, he would rather he didn't come back, in his eyes, he was just that kid who made mistakes.

"If you don't come back, is it still your son?" Yan He didn't know how to comfort him.

As a son, he was always on the road of being an unfilial son.

And it is without hesitation.

He hugged his father tightly and whispered in his ear, "My biggest regret is that I couldn't take him away."

After being silent for a while, Yan He thought his father was about to lose his temper again, and was about to let him go, waiting to be punished.

Unexpectedly, he whispered in his ear.

"understood."

After speaking, he turned his back, eyes filled with unbearable grief.

Ms. Zhao has not stopped crying since she saw him.

Yan He reached out to help him wipe it clean, and said with a smile, "So many shots?! Don't look good, do you?"

"Yeah!" Ms. Zhao responded with tears still falling.

"I told your grandma, our old Yan family is not ashamed this time, let her say something to your grandpa."

"Aren't you afraid that my grandfather will come to me in the middle of the night and say to serve the people!? Hehehe..."

After all, he was left an indelible shadow by his grandfather's devilish lessons.

"I can't even speak well!"

"It's not that I won't come back, everyone should be happier."

Especially when he saw Xu Lai's cowardly behavior, he became even more angry. He kicked him, "Why are you crying?!"

Xu Lai hid for a while, then stood still and said, "You go well, the old and the young, and Hokuriku are all handed over to me."

That tone of voice was extremely sad, which made everyone around him even more sad.

"Fuck you." Yan He looked disgusted and didn't want to talk to him.

"When I come back, you'd better find someone."

Hokuriku stood silently at the edge of the line, a little far away from them.

Yan He spotted him at a glance, went up and hugged him.

"wait me back."

"Ah."

Although Yan He was wearing a mask, his eyes were full of smiles, and he kissed him on the cheek.

Just whispered something in his ear.

"When I come back, I will replace you."

Bei Lu's face turned red in an instant, even the mask couldn't cover his blushing.

He pushed on his chest, Yan He grabbed his hand, pressed it to his heart and said, "Don't forget, I'm all you here!"

Hokuriku looked deeply into his deep black eyes, as if seeing him for the first time.

A smile filled his eyes, filled with all the beauty in this world, fell on his silent heart.

Hokuriku stayed on his lips for a few seconds, although there were two masks separated, it was the most upright time for him.

The car full of light of hope finally sailed into the distance.

That road is the most beautiful in the world!

Yan He had been away for more than a month, and would come back regularly every day to report that he was safe.

Now that all factories are shut down, it is rare for Yan He's father to have such a long time to rest at home.

The Hokuriku school has not yet opened, and everything is still waiting.

There is always good news ahead.

The little girl Yan Nian and Xiaomi drew a lot of cheering and encouraging pictures on the Internet.

Everyone is doing their meager strength and exerting their residual heat.

He even sent a lot of goods that Xu bought in the kitchen for free to various hospitals.

Beilu will send a voice message to Yan He on time and on time every day.

He knew that he would not be able to return to himself at any time like before.

But he just wanted to tell him.

Countless things he wrote about his mind during those years.

In the end it all comes together in one sentence.

I love you!

Hokuriku sat in front of the window on the second floor, and the breath of spring outside the window was approaching.

The wind that occasionally blows over the branches of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree is full of smiles, with a hint of softness.

Even the sun was golden, peeking through the thick clouds.

His slender eyes were full of golden light, and the bright sun finally came from afar.

rest on his heart.

He stood up, pushed open the window, and looked at the osmanthus tree full of vitality.

he thinks.

Wait until spring and Jingming time.

The boy next door will come out of the wall again.

The author has something to say: Finally, at the meeting on Monday, he tremblingly passed on behind his back to the leader.

1. It took me only 30 days to write this article, from writing to writing, all in one breath, without even lagging.There are no ups and downs, you can write wherever you think, no wonder the writing is not good. "Moving forward with weight" is what I want to express.

2. The song I wrote is "You Are Far Away" from the unreliable group, kneel down, you can listen to it.

3. I don't know how many cuties will see this, but I am still very grateful to the supporters in the comment area, who praise me every day, so that I am not pure love for power generation.

4. I am a brick of socialism, where there is need to make up, I am going to follow in the footsteps of Da Da (forced by life).

And you are the golden bricks of socialism, and the future belongs to you.I hope that those of you who work and those who do not work can hold this golden brick well.

5. Finally!at last! (I may have to become an emotionless machine again).

May the Chinese youth get rid of the air-conditioning, just go up, and don't have to listen to the words of those who give up on themselves.Those who can do things do things, and those who can speak out speak out.There is a little heat, and there is a little light.Just like a firefly, you can shine a little light in the dark without waiting for the torch. ——Lu Xun's "Hot Wind: Recollections IV"