Run in the opposite direction

It trembled twice before turning off.

When Xing Chen arrived at the ward, he saw several doctors and nurses standing outside the door talking quietly, sighing from time to time.He walked over and asked, "How is Grandma Qiao?"

The doctor glanced at the ward: "Half an hour ago... passed away."

After hearing this, Xing Chen wanted to open the door of the ward, but the nurse grabbed his arm: "Director Xing, put on an isolation suit before going in."

Qiao Qianyan was wearing an isolation suit and sitting beside the hospital bed. He held Grandma Qiao's hand and looked down at the old man who had passed away. The face under the hood was neither sad nor happy, and he didn't seem to have much emotional fluctuations.

Xing Chen walked to his side, did not speak, sat down next to him, with his arms propped behind him, as if he was holding Qiao Qianyan in his arms.Xing Chen sat with Qiao Qianyan from morning to afternoon. He looked at the gray sky outside the window, stood up and walked in front of Qiao Qianyan, separated his hand from Grandma Qiao's, and whispered: "Qianyan, Let grandma rest in peace."

Qiao Qianyan raised his head to look at him, and nodded with a stiff neck after a long time.

Grandma Qiao died of an infectious disease, and the hospital requested that they be cremated as soon as possible, so they contacted the funeral home for them that night.Busy all the way, when he arrived at the funeral parlor, Qiao Qianyan leaned against the wall, took out his mobile phone to look up contacts, paused on the screen for a few seconds before dialing out.

"Auntie, it's me, Qianyan. Grandma passed away today, come and see her."

Qiao Qianyan's aunt, Qiao Yu, disregarded her parents' opposition when she was young and married a divorced man with an eight-year-old child. After marriage, this aunt was not very close to her natal family.A few years ago, Qiao's father had an accident, and Grandma Qiao rushed to the doctor to seek help from her daughter. However, Qiao Yu was only the party secretary of a hospital. The relationship between them is becoming more and more distant.If grandma hadn't passed away, it would be hard for Qiao Qianyan to remember that she still had an aunt.

After a while, Qiao Yu and her husband Liu Changrong rushed to the funeral home.Qiao Yu asked the staff a few words at the entrance, then walked up to Qiao Qianyan aggressively, her right hand kept shaking, as if she was about to lift it up to slap Qiao Qianyan in the next second.

Xing Chen walked up to Qiao Qianyan, looked at Qiao Yu and said, "Secretary Qiao, pay attention to your emotions."

Only now did Qiao Yu see that the leader of the Health and Family Planning Commission was here. She took a deep breath, calmed down a little, and asked, "Qianyan, why didn't you notify me when you returned to Ancheng? You didn't tell me until Mom left? "

Qiao Qianyan said wearily: "I'm sorry, it happened suddenly, I forgot."

Qiao Yu was so angry that she looked around. She has been impatient since she was a child. If Xing Chen was not there at this time, she might have directly attacked Qiao Qianyan.

Liu Changrong also saw Xing Chen, and quickly walked up to him and asked, "Why is Director Xing here?"

Xing Chen: "Grandma passed away, Qian Yan can't do it alone, I'll help."

Liu Changrong and Qiao Yu both work in the medical system and are very familiar with Xing Chen, so they naturally know that Xing Chen is a master of official career.He originally thought that once Qiao Yiran was imprisoned, Qiao Qianyan might not be able to get along with the officialdom for the rest of his life, but judging from Xing Chen's tone, the relationship between the two was extraordinary.

Liu Changrong sighed and said, "Mom left in such a hurry, we didn't even see each other for the last time. But Qiao Yu and I will definitely do our best to deal with Mom's funeral. Qianyan is too young to handle it."

Qiao Qianyan's mother passed away two years ago, and he took care of all the funeral affairs. In terms of experience, I am afraid that the few people present are not as good as him.But after all, grandma is different from his own mother. Now that his aunt is here, Qiao Qianyan can't deprive her of the right to be a daughter. Since his aunt is responsible, he agrees.

After Qiao Yu and Liu Changrong finished talking, they split up to make arrangements. It was already night, Qiao Qianyan glanced at the electronic clock on the wall, and said to Xing Chen, "Go back first, don't delay work."

"It's too late today, I'll go back to Shibali Township tomorrow morning." Xing Chen patted Qiao Qianyan on the shoulder, "Say hello to your aunt later, you go back to rest tonight, and come back tomorrow morning. Um?"

Qiao Qianyan shook his head: "I'm not tired."

Xing Chen: "You have a bad complexion, don't you feel it yourself? Listen to me today."

After Xing Chen finished speaking, he walked to the other end of the hall, said a few words to Qiao Yu, then returned to the rest chair, pulled Qiao Qianyan up, and walked out of the funeral home.

Qiao Qianyan had no strength in his body, and after getting into the car, he slumped on the seat as if he had no bones, with his head turned outward.

Looking at Qiao Qianyan's state, Xing Chen felt that he was like a puppet without a soul, and he could do whatever he was asked to do.Xing Chen leaned over to fasten his seat belt for him, and asked, "Where is your home? I'll take you there."

Qiao Qianyan: "City South Garden."

The two went to the entrance of the community, Xing Chen went to the restaurant to buy dinner, and then went upstairs with Qiao Qianyan.

Qiao Qianyan left in a hurry in the morning, and the half-cooked noodles were still in the pot, which had already turned into a pot of batter.Xing Chen cleaned up the kitchen before finding out the bowls and chopsticks to put the takeaway in.

Qiao Qianyan sat on the sofa without saying a word, and when he saw Xing Chen serving the food to the living room, he got up and went to the kitchen to help.

Xing Chen put a bowl of porridge in front of Qiao Qianyan: "Drink some porridge first, you haven't eaten all day."

Qiao Qianyan looked up at him: "Aren't you too?"

Xing Chen smiled: "Can you compare with me?"

Qiao Qianyan stirred the porridge in the bowl with a spoon, and said, "I used to be in good health. I can count the number of times I went to the hospital since I was a child."

Xing Chen: "I remember you said it was because of an illness two years ago."

"Yes." Qiao Qianyan lowered her eyes and said slowly: "At that time, my mother passed away, and I was busy with her funeral. After finishing my work, I fell ill. I was ill for a long time. It was my grandma who took care of me."

Xing Chen: "Where's your father?"

Qiao Qianyan put a spoonful of porridge into his mouth, and after swallowing it all, he said, "My father...is called Qiao Yiran."

Xing Chen was stunned for a moment. He had known Qiao Qianyan for so long, and he had never heard Qiao Qianyan mention his father, so he just asked about his dead mother when he heard him mention it.Unexpectedly, it was Qiao Yiran.

Xing Chen: "Sorry, I..."

Qiao Qianyan shook his head, indicating that he didn't mind.

After the two of them finished their meal, Qiao Qianyan felt a little stuffy in the room, so he went to make tea at the small coffee table on the balcony.

Xing Chen sat down opposite him and watched him wash the cups and make tea. After tasting a cup, Qiao Qianyan shook his head and denied his craftsmanship, and handed the teapot to Xing Chen: "You should go to the bar."

The dim light on the balcony is not as bright as in the room, but it is more visually comfortable in the middle of the night.The mist that evaporates when the hot water is brewing blurs everything in sight.

Xing Chen: "I used to think that if grandma passed away, it would be a very fatal thing for you. Now it seems that you are better than I imagined."

Qiao Qianyan gently shook the small teacup in his hand, and said softly: "Grandma and I have only gotten closer in the past two years. She used to be in my hometown, and we didn't see her very often."

Xing Chen: "Your father was imprisoned and your mother passed away, so you and your grandparents depend on each other for life."

"You're right." Qiao Qianyan sighed deeply, "Humans, you have to have something to worry about to survive. My grandma and I are supporting each other."

Although the two were very close, it was the first time that Xing Chen felt the strangeness of each other. He had never imagined that the Qiao Qianyan in his memory would say the words "survive" so tiredly.

It seems that life is a kind of torment, which needs to be endured and maintained to complete the process.

"I've been thinking today, if I hadn't insisted on leaving Ancheng, if I hadn't chosen Luojiang, then grandma wouldn't have passed away." Qiao Qianyan had a wry smile on her lips, and her voice became lower and lower: "In the final analysis, I killed her."

Xing Chen clicked his tongue: "I thought no one would be superstitious now."

Qiao Qianyan: "You think it's superstition, but another way of saying it is causality."

Xing Chen disagrees: "If this kind of pure coincidence can be called causality, the world will be in chaos. For example, if I have a car accident tomorrow, you say I should blame myself for driving carelessly. Or should I blame the guardrails on the highway for being too low, or even blame me for not having a good rest when my grandma passed away today?"

Xing Chen paused for a few seconds, looked at Qiao Qianyan and said, "Or..."

Qiao Qianyan pointed at herself: "Blame me?"

Xing Chen acquiesced.

Qiao Qianyan: "..."

Xing Chen: "Look, with this calculation, you have lost another life. If you count the past twenty years of your life, and you might end up with a bunch of accidents, then wouldn't you have committed a heinous crime?"

Qiao Qianyan curled her lips: "The words are unreasonable."

Xing Chen: "It's good that you know."

The two chatted one after another, Qiao Qianyan's mood was much calmer than Xing Chen expected, it seemed that all the feelings had been sorted out and sealed up during the meditation during the day.That's right, Xing Chen always unconsciously regards Qiao Qianyan as that 20-year-old young man with extroverted emotions, crying loudly or breaking down and going on hunger strike. Now Qiao Qianyan can't do it .

In the early hours of the morning, Qiao Qianyan leaned on the chair and fell asleep. Xing Chen carried him into the bedroom. He planned to sleep on the sofa in the living room, but he looked down and saw Qiao Qianyan's furrowed brows. After hesitating for a while, he went to bed and carried him into the bedroom. Rubbing his forehead in his arms, Qiao Qianyan didn't help him cover the quilt until he relaxed and left the bedroom.

Qiao Qianyan woke up from sleep, for a while, he heard his grandma calling him to wake up, and for a while, he heard his mother's voice. He wanted to answer, but he couldn't hear the voice again. Then he felt like he was walking into a fog again, cold and cold , dark, boundless.

When Xing Chen left the bedroom just now, he purposely closed the door. He lay on the sofa and didn't sleep for a while, when he heard Qiao Qianyan turning over, he quickly got up and went to the bedroom to check the situation.

Qiao Qianyan rolled up the quilt in his arms and pulled it