Do you know that the person you like is me?

After Idiom Mo left, the other students also went back, and his father consulted with the doctor, but Xiao Wen sat down in front of his bed silently.

Jiang Zi sat on the head of the bed, there were no tears on his face, but he was pale, but he couldn't help laughing: "Why are you sticking like a log?"

Xiao Wen apologized to him: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry."

Jiang Zi still smiled: "What's wrong, why are you sorry for me? Are you cursing me behind my back?"

Xiao Wen: "I remember one day you called me and cried and said you had a stomachache."

Jiang Zi remembered that it was the first time after he vomited blood, and he had mixed feelings for a moment, so he didn't answer.

Xiao Wen: "I thought you were messing around at the time, but I didn't pay attention to it. Was that day a sign?"

Jiang Zi smiled again: "That's right, I vomited blood for the first time that day, and I called to tell you, but you still hung up on me, it's all your fault, otherwise it would have been better."

Xiao Wen lowered his head and said, "Yes, blame me."

Jiang Zi was still smiling, but his eyes became more and more moist, and his vision became blurred: "If I die, I will not let you go even if I am a ghost."

Xiao Wen raised his head and looked at him with red eyes filled with remorse and guilt.

"Don't let me go."

Jiang Zi's tears fell in large swaths.

God knows how heartbroken he is at this moment, the double blow of body and mind makes him unable to lift his head at all.

When I rebelled in the second year of middle school, who didn't have the idea of ​​"life is so boring, I might as well die", but that was just a thought, and now it has come true, but I have long forgotten the decadent energy at that time.When I think that I will really die, there is such a moment of joy, but it is more unwilling!Unwilling to die like this, nothing was accomplished.

No matter who it is, it is impossible to be happy when knowing the time of death, right?

When he regained consciousness again, he realized that he had fallen asleep again.

Turning his head slightly, he found a head with gray hair lying on the bed.Jiang Zi's thoughts began to become confused.

No matter how much I don't like this father, in the end, this is the only person who will be with him forever, right?

Why did it take until now to understand the importance of loved ones?

Why is it that this person is the only one left to accompany me when I am sad?

I can't live vigorously, and I have many people to accompany me, so I will pass away now.Ah, how boring.His eyes scanned the man's back a few times, but he still buried his head in the quilt sullenly.

What else could he do?Unchangeable, fruitless ending.

The next day he welcomed a large number of teachers and classmates.

Everyone had expressions of pity, and a few of them who were close to him almost broke up the ward. A group of people cried bitterly, and couldn't believe that he would die.Jiang Zi only felt that he had no strength.When I turned my head away, I heard a long-lost female voice.

"Ginger."

Know who it is without looking back.

He glanced at the corner, idiom Mo was still standing there with his head down, Ah Wen looked at Ah Lu's expression, and began to incite: "Let's avoid it for a while, they have something to say."

Just like that, my real lover left silently.

And he didn't even want to look at the person sitting next to him.The rustling sounds around him gradually died down, and the hand that was not connected to the drip was suddenly grasped.When she turned her head, she saw Ah Lu's crying face, which was not at all pretty.

His heart is also cool.Still subconsciously wanted to let go of his hand: "Hey, don't cry."

"Jiang Zi, Jiang Zi, you knew about your illness a long time ago, you broke up with me because you didn't want to make me sad? Right?"

"……certainly not."

The decision I want to break up is made before I know my illness, and it is also made after deep consideration.Breaking up is just a pure dislike of each other, I really have someone else I like!

But Ah Lu didn't want to believe it at all, she just cried and held his hand even tighter, pressing her face on his hand, hot tears slipped directly from his hand.

"Why? Why?"

"I said, no..."

"why?"

It's obviously not because of this reason, but when I think of this girl who is sincerely worried about me now, her feelings and regrets for me are real.Just because he was about to die, he still couldn't help feeling sad.

Why do you have to die?Idiom Mo's "skills" are too rogue, right?

His own tears fell involuntarily, and the girl suddenly put her arms around his neck, buried her head in the socket of his neck, and sobbed.It should have been rejected.But I was also very sad, and being guided, I subconsciously hugged the other person back, and couldn't help crying.

Idiom Mo stood at the door of the ward, looking at them silently through the small crack in the door.Arwen tugged at his arm and whispered, "Let's go."

After taking a few steps, and looking back reluctantly, Jiang Zi cried and hugged the girl inside the door, while Ah Wen was still pulling himself out outside the door.

It can only be like this first, right?

In the past few days, all his classmates, relatives and friends have come to visit him, and everyone has a sad expression. Even the grandparents who rarely see him also greet him, but there is no sign of Idiom Mo anymore.

And grandpa and grandma can only greet him.The grandparents died early, and the father and mother were married on a blind date. As a result, the mother couldn't stand the life of poverty and ran away. The grandparents had no face to face the abandoned father and son, and only took care of them and didn't have much contact with them.When he realized that his mother would never come back, he really understood how useless his father was.Then it was also at that time that I began to hate this cowardly father.

In fact, his father regards Jiang Zi as the last spiritual pillar, right?

Because of getting along day by day these days, Jiang Zi finally gradually understood his father's hard work.

His father raised him hand in hand, provided him with food and clothing, and did not ask for anything in return.But what did he give back to his father before that?Thinking of this, Jiang Zi felt even more ashamed of his father.

It's just that the boy who once confessed to him gave him a little headache.Liang Zihang would send him special items every day, bouquets, fruits, figures, electronic products... All the boys who might be interested would be sent to him quietly, but Jiang Zi didn't want to look at them when they were there. .

Dying, what else do you want to have fun?Wouldn't it be better to die early?

When the thought of "going to die" came up again, Jiang Zi took advantage of his father to cook for him, looked at the needle for a long time, and then pulled it out, then slowly got out of bed, and dragged his weak body out of the ward.

It was lunch time, and there were far fewer people walking in the corridor, even the nurses were too busy.Jiang Zi grabbed the handrail of the stairs, paused, and climbed up step by step.When he went upstairs, looking at the lonely figure, he suddenly felt a little lonely.

There are so many people in the world, you only have a close intersection with one in a billion, your death is insignificant to others.It is as indifferent as watching TV reports on the death toll in disaster areas.You just sighed, ah, it’s so pitiful to die, but you didn’t think that behind a dead person is a broken family.

No one is born to die.But all people are destined to die one day from birth.

He is confirming this patheticness.

The noise of the crowd gradually became quieter, and he finally climbed to the top of the building. The seventh floor, will he die if he falls?Or just become disabled, dragging his father down for the rest of his life?

Frowning, he fiddled with the rusty lock, pulled it lightly, and it opened.In an instant, the glare of the sun filled the dark corridor. Jiang Zi squinted his eyes and realized that there were still medical quilts and towels drying on the roof. Rows of white cloth covered his sight and were flying in the wind, reminding him of The white banner of the funeral.He gritted his teeth and walked out anyway.

"Look, that's the father in bed 208. He got a malignant tumor at such a young age. What will this family do in the future!"

"Don't tell me, I heard that 208 is the only child in a single-parent family!"

"Tsk tsk, what a crime..."

Jiang Cheng walked towards the ward with his son's patient-specific meal, and inevitably heard some gossip in his ears. He walked past without changing his face. In fact, he himself did not believe that Jiang Zi would have such an experience, but the pain in his heart No one can tell.

Hurrying back to the ward, Jiang Zi was afraid of the cold food and couldn't eat, but only saw the curtains being blown up by the wind, the bed was empty, and the drip was pulled out.Jiang Cheng put the food aside in slow motion, touched the quilt, and felt a little warm.

Where will a sick patient go? If it is convenient, it is impossible not to get a drip!

Immediately, Jiang Zi's depressed expression appeared in his mind. He has been depressed since he knew his illness, and he suffered from insomnia all night, so depressed that he seemed to be...

With a strong premonition of ominousness in his heart, he ran out of the ward and called out his son's name loudly. The nurse on duty came over to signal him not to make any noise.But he couldn't take care of that much anymore, and searched around, but to no avail, he only thought of the top floor.

"咚咚咚" ran up to the top of the building quickly. He was panting because he was not good at exercising. The door of the roof was wide open. Behind the white object fluttering in the wind, there was an old chair with a familiar pair of eyes next to the chair. Slippers—that’s Jiang Zi’s!

Not good!

Jiang Cheng rushed forward in two steps in three steps, threw himself on the railing and looked down desperately: "Jiang Zi——!!"

Nothing.

Jiang Cheng's eyes couldn't control anything at that moment.