Yizhi

the same morning.

"How is your 38th bed?"

"It's over anyway."

"It's still noisy after 50 milliliters? It's considered to be in good condition."

SARS patients were isolated, as if they were imprisoned, life and death were uncertain, and they were out of touch with society.It needs to heal both the body and the heart.Patients rely on doctors to resolve, but doctors have nowhere to resolve.

Yi Qingwei didn't intend to continue answering, just asked: "Do you have any cigarettes?"

"No."

Liang Chaoyu bent down, turned on the faucet, and splashed water on his face, sobering up.Yi Qingwei was taking off his mask and arranging his hair in front of the mirror.The men's restroom was empty, and there was an echo when talking.

"What did you send?"

Yi Qingwei couldn't quite get up to chat, and just wanted to catch up on sleep, so he lazily said, "A few words."

"To whom?"

Yi Qingwei glanced at him sideways and asked, "What are you doing so carefully?"

The current medical staff of Xiaotangshan Hospital are selected from military hospitals all over the country. Yi Qingwei is considered young among them, and Liang Chaoyu regards him as his younger brother.We didn't know each other before, but overnight we became comrades-in-arms standing on the edge of life and death, and it was easy to get acquainted with each other.

Liang Chaoyu knew what was going on as soon as he heard it, and teased: "It's romantic enough."

Yi Qingwei leaned against the wall, burst out laughing, out of shape.

Mentioning him, Yi Qingwei is always a little happy, a rare ray of living water in the silent lake.

"Romantic? I told him not to wait for me."

Liang Chaoyu slowed down washing his hands, speechless.

He has been a doctor for decades. When he was young, he was protected by senior staff. When he was promoted to the position of director, it was the same. The front line of emergency rescue never let young people who have never been married or loved. superior.Liang Chaoyu admired Yi Qingwei from the bottom of his heart, because he heard that he applied for it voluntarily.

"Now the cure rate is getting higher and higher, the situation is getting better and better, we can't die."

Yi Qingwei lowered his head and rubbed the water stains on the floor tiles with his heels: "Some time ago, Lao Xiang was intubating patients with us, and within a few days, it was his turn to lie on the hospital bed and wait for me to intubate him." I can't guarantee that, in case I really don't make it through one day - anyway, I have to say something to him first, otherwise, I will be guilty of delaying him."

"What if people run away after going out?" Liang Chaoyu asked.

"I can go out, but he can't run away." Yi Qingwei replied.

"You can't tell, what does the girl do?"

The smile just now didn't end, and now it's even stronger.

"He's a boy."

The 50-year-old Antique was shocked, and he was dumbfounded: "Damn." He remembered something and asked excitedly, "The one who came to look for you the day before yesterday!"

Yi Qingwei looked outside the door: "Keep your voice down."

"I saw that something was wrong, and I said, brotherhood looks like me and my wife."

Yi Qingwei changed the subject: "Then what did you send to sister-in-law?"

"I don't have anything on me, how can I send it. I invite them, if they pass by Guangzhou, go to the flower shop to buy a bouquet of roses and send them home."

Liang Chaoyu is now smiling like a flower.

Yi Qingwei also "relied".

He waved his hand, and walked away before Liang Chaoyu, but stopped after a few steps, turned his head, a little loving, a little embarrassed, and said, "He also grew up in Guangdong."

Liang Chaoyu didn't even think about it, and continued: "Our Cantonese are doing well, all the dishes are beautiful and smooth."

In the days that followed, the situation really improved.With the intervention of superpowers, the news station broadcasts the details of the epidemic on time every day, and more and more good news comes from Xiaotangshan, and more and more recovered people come out.The dark clouds hanging over the city of Beijing gradually dissipated, and people's hearts were gradually soothed.

The flowers are fresh, with dew, and they are fragrant when held in the crook of your arms.The pennants were new, trimmed with gold, covered with iron bars, and glistened in the sun.

The edges of the plastic wrapping paper were too sharp and pierced his chin. Yi Qingwei slid them to his belly while shaking hands and bowing.

Seeing the hustle and bustle and smiling crowd, it seems to have seen the sun and returned to the world, with a strong smell of fireworks.

Yi Yan and Yi Jin stood on the periphery, leaning against the car door from a distance, waiting for him with faint smiles.

The singing ceremony of the heroes came to an end, and the people were almost gone, Yi Qingwei walked over.

He saw Yi Yan and Yi Jin each holding a handful of flowers, and his headache was even worse. He hurriedly stuffed the bunch he was full of first, and said, "Thank you for your hard work." Then he slipped into the back seat of the car empty-handed.

Yi Jin sat in the co-pilot, buckled up her seat belt, looked back, and saw Yi Qingwei occupying the back seat, half lying down.

"Tired?"

"Alright."

"come over."

Yi Qingwei looked up at Yi Jin's open palms, and said, "Sister, I'm almost 30 years old."

Yi Jin was impatient: "Hurry up."

Yi Qingwei propped himself up and pressed his forehead against it, Yi Jin rubbed his head, taking advantage of the closeness, asked in a low voice: "You were absent-minded just now, who are you looking for with your neck up?"

Yi Yan put the flowers in the trunk, got into the car, and asked with the steering wheel, "Where do you want to celebrate?"

Yi Qingwei retracted his seat and said, "Go home."

"Aunt Li isn't here, so make sure soon. Your sister-in-law has gone to pick up Wu'er from school, and we'll pick up Dad when we go home." Yi Yan said.

Yi Qingwei turned his head: "What time is it now. You decide, I'm going home and taking a shower first, and I have nothing to do."

"what's up?"

"event."

Yi Qingwei was in a bad mood, and if he asked a few more questions, he would close his eyes and pretend to be weak. Yi Yan had nothing to do with him.

Yi Jin looked at him from the sidelines, raised the corners of her lips, and chatted with Yi Yan: "I want to talk about my father this time, thanks to Xiaoye and Huanyu."

There was a "bang" in the back seat, someone's head accidentally hit the window.

"What happened to Dad?" Yi Yan asked.

"Dad had a fever two weeks ago, and I flew to the United States. Fortunately, I ran into Ono and Huanyu to go home, and the two children stayed by the bed all night. I heard from my father that they left at dawn. Oops, I Afterwards, when I went home, the old man took me and praised them for the whole afternoon. Especially Xiaoye, he was so busy all night that he didn't close his eyes."

"Xiaoye is back?" Yi Yan asked pleasantly, "When did you come back?"

Yi Jin glanced at the rearview mirror of the car and said, "I came back specially when I heard about the SARS."

Yi Yan sighed, Uncle Song must be overjoyed, that's good, such caring children can find a few.

He said: "Yes, I don't know where I plan to stay for development in the future. Someday I have time to call them all home and have a meal together."

Before Yi Jin had time to say anything, Yi Qingwei said in a hoarse voice: "Brother, can you concentrate on driving, step on the accelerator deeper, and drive faster."

On the way, Yi Qingwei came out of the house, dressed in formal attire, carrying a box of Ferrero.He wandered a few steps at the intersection and walked into a flower shop.

"Hello, do you have a reservation?"

"No."

"Okay, do you have any favorite flowers?"

Yi Qingwei scanned the shelves full of flowers in front of him, and said without thinking too long, "Rose."

The clerk handed over the brochure and asked him to choose the packaging style, Yi Qingwei shook his head: "Thank you, no packaging."

"Okay, how many flowers do you want?"

"A branch."

"One branch?" the clerk confirmed.

"Well, one." Yi Qingwei was in a hurry, and had already bent down to choose spontaneously. The flower branch was the longest and the petals were the most colorful. He pulled it out with satisfaction, "This one, thank you."

After paying the bill, Yi Qingwei borrowed the counter of the florist, pruned the thorns and branches of the roses, untied the ribbon of the Ferrero box, and then skillfully tied the roses.

The clerk is a little girl who witnessed the whole process and watched Yi Qingwei concentrate on preparing gifts for her lover in a leisurely manner, elegant and expensive.All the pink bubbles of the girl's heart popped out, and she asked, "Are you going on a date?"

In the last step, Yi Qingwei straightened the knot.

He smiled: "To make amends."

The clerk couldn't help but was very eager: "I wish you all the best!"

Yi Qingwei picked up the exquisite, brand-new box, smiled slightly, and nodded politely: "Thank you."

By the time we arrived at Yunshi Alley, it was already dark.

Yi Qingwei looked at the door not far away, the yard, and the big trees, and became inexplicably nervous.He stopped at the entrance of the alley and took a deep breath.

A yellow cat jumped off the wall, walked up to Yi Qingwei's shoes, raised its tail, wrapped it around his calf, and called, "Meow—"

"Sanhuang, I didn't bring cat food here today." Yi Qingwei said with his head down.

"Meow--"

"Have you seen that brother?" Yi Qingwei thought for a while and said, "I must have seen it. The small house your mother used to sleep in was built by me and him. Did you say thank you?"

"Meow--"

"Okay, I'm going."

The courtyard door was half-closed as usual, but Yi Qingwei pushed it open.There was no one in the courtyard, the light in the living room was on, and Cui Fenghuang had also been moved into the house, so he stepped forward and knocked on the door.

Tao Guosheng opened the door and saw him, surprised: "Xiaowei?"

Song Yingjun also came out to watch when he heard the movement.

"Uncle Tao, Uncle Song." Yi Qingwei didn't go around in circles, and went straight in, "I'm looking for Song Yezhi."

Song Yingjun looked at Tao Guosheng, and Tao Guosheng looked at Song Yingjun, both of them looked embarrassed.

Song Yingjun cleared his throat and asked, "You don't know? Xiaoye left long ago."

"gone?"

Tao Guosheng said: "Yes, I have already returned to England."

The wind came from every direction and surrounded him.Yi Qingwei felt a little uncomfortable suddenly, because Song Yezhi must have walked away in pain.He began to wonder if he had done something wrong.

More than one wrong.

Sanhuang didn't know when he came in quietly on tiptoe, walked around Yi Qingwei's shoes a few times, and sat down.Yi Qingwei lowered his head and squatted down. There was no place to put the box in his hand, and he put it in his arms.

"Uncle Song, shall I leave after feeding it?" He raised his head and asked.

Song Yingjun sighed, and Tao Guosheng went to get the cat food.

A bag full, just opened not long ago.

"Has Song Yezhi ever fed it?"

Rhubarb gave birth to five cubs that year, and if Song Yezhi saw them, he would definitely like Sanhuang the most.

Recognize life, don't like barking, clingy.

Song Yingjun pointed to his hand: "This is what he bought."

Yi Qingwei looked at the exaggerated English art style on the packaging bag.

The first batch of stray cats were not used to cat food, and they ate whatever people ate.Later, the cubs were spoiled and spoiled, only willing to eat cat food.Yi Qingwei guessed that Song Yezhi must have been standing in front of the shelves in the supermarket at that time. He had no research on cat food, and he was always afraid of doing multiple-choice questions, so he only knew to buy the most expensive one.

Sanhuang was obviously not hungry, so he chewed a few for face and refused to eat any more.

Yi Qingwei combed the cats along their backs, the hairs were soft and smooth, he thought, Song Yezhi would catch them one by one and take a bath, right?Maybe while washing, chat with them, and after washing, coax them to sit in a row on the wooden rack, bask in the sun with them, and dry.

He will often fantasize about him like this, how to do things, how to speak, and what kind of life he lives.Already very skilled.From an unfamiliar skill to an instinct, it only takes some time, some barren, boring time without Song Yezhi by his side.

Yi Jin, Zhao Huanyu, Song Yingjun... Everyone has never lost contact with Song Yezhi, and everyone has news about Song Yezhi.Only Yi Qingwei, he didn't take the initiative to ask, and no one took the initiative to tell.

Song Yezhi disappeared in his world for six years.

He endured it all his life.

"Uncle Song, can you give me his address."

He said it.

It is like a person who has traveled thousands of miles in the desert, begging for a sip of clear water.

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Don't cry, don't get angry, don't be sad, no!Are you here?