How much tomorrow

Wei Ze found Zhao Anhe in the hospital on the third day after he was hospitalized.

Zhao Anhe was not at all surprised that Wei Ze found out that he was in the hospital on the third day. In contrast, Zhao Anhe's parents were extremely dissatisfied with Wei Ze.

But what can they do if they are dissatisfied.

Sitting in front of Zhao Anhe's hospital bed, Wei Ze peeled apples for him.

Wei Ze is obviously not very good at peeling apples. A good apple was pitted by him. The skin of the apple fell into the trash can one by one, and there was still a large piece of pulp attached to the peel. , the whole apple has almost only the core left, he obviously felt a little embarrassed, wiped his hands clean, then threw the apple core on his hand into the trash can, and took out another apple from the fruit basket Zhao Anhe said, "Anhe...I'd better wash an apple for you."

"Hey...! Don't! Sit down!" Zhao Anhe quickly grabbed Zhao Anhe, and then handed the knife from the table to Wei Ze, "You sit here and continue, it doesn't matter if it's broken, anyway, I don't care too much. I love apples."

Wei Ze let out an oh and sat down.

For some reason, no one spoke for a while. In the empty ward, Zhao Anhe could only hear Wei Ze's breathing and his intermittent, clumsy sound of peeling an apple.

Looking at Wei Ze who was peeling apples, Zhao Anhe suddenly thought of his illness.

Disgusting lymphoma, 80.00% chance of being cured, if I am that 20.00%, what will my future be like, if I will die tomorrow, what will be the tomorrow waiting for me.

Zhao Anhe was lying on the hospital bed and thinking about his life. Until now, he realized that there are too few things worth remembering, but they are also too precious.

He stood in front of death, with the abyss under his feet. Zhao Anhe looked back, and there were parents, brothers, and Wei Ze behind him.

Yes, he used to always complain about his parents being too nagging, his elder brother being too strict, and Wei Ze always ignoring him because of work and never having time to accompany him, but what does it matter? For a long time, they still have a lifetime to get in slowly and understand each other.

At this time, the sentence that Wei Ze said back then: "Well, me too. I also fell in love with An He at first sight." began to ring in Zhao Anhe's ears over and over again.

Zhao Anhe laughed.

What is so scary about him? The world is so big, with so many people, 80.00% possibility, how could he be that 20.00%? Parents and elder brother, there is nothing to regret when someone you like is by your side.

just...just...

"Boom" sound.

Zhao Anhe turned his head slightly and saw that the apple in Wei Ze's hand had been caught in the trash can.

Zhao Anhe was in a good mood at this time. He stood up and snatched the fruit knife from Wei Ze's hand. Zhao Anhe was sick, and Wei Ze of course didn't dare to argue with him, so he could only let him hold the knife. The fruit knife snatched it, Wei Ze looked helpless, "An He, what do you want to do again?"

Zhao Anhe raised his eyebrows, he threw the fruit knife on the table, "Don't cut it, Wei Ze, chat with me for a while, although we haven't seen each other for a few days, I feel like I haven't heard you speak for a long time Alright, Wei Ze, let's talk."

There was a long silence.

Wei Ze didn't know what he should say. Over the past few years, he had gotten used to it. When he returned home, he could see Zhao Anhe's figure.

Wei Ze came quietly and left quietly. He always sat by the bed in the dark, watching Zhao Anhe quietly when he was sleeping. He didn't even dare to touch Zhao Anhe, lest he woke him up.

Do I like Zhao Anhe?

Wei Ze asked himself this way.

Yes, I like it.

I only found out that he was sick after he had been in the hospital for three days. Can I say that I like him like this?

Wei Ze was speechless.

Wei Ze stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Zhao Anhe's pale and delicate face, just like what he did in many dark nights, he couldn't help but want to withdraw his hand again.

Zhao Anhe took Wei Ze's hand and asked him, "Wei Ze, why did you withdraw your hand? Don't you dare touch me?"

Wei Ze opened Zhao Anhe's hand with the other hand, and he lowered his head, "Anhe...I'm not a competent boyfriend, I always ignore you because of work, will you blame me?"

Compared to Wei Ze's heaviness, Zhao Anhe was clearly in a good mood, he teased Wei Ze a little, "Of course, no one likes a boyfriend who takes work too seriously and ignores him, but there's no way around it." , As for me, the police wife, every time someone says something about the glory of the police wife, aren’t they just praising me?"

Wei Ze was amused by Zhao Anhe. He patted Zhao Anhe's head. Then Wei Ze stood up, bent slightly, and hugged Zhao Anhe like this. He buried his head in Zhao Anhe's neck, crying It fell drop by drop and wet Zhao Anhe's collar. Wei Ze, who had been reticent just now, suddenly became talkative. He hugged Zhao Anhe and kept apologizing.

"An He, I'm sorry, I didn't find out until so long after you got sick. I heard from my eldest brother that you were lying on the bed with blood all over your face. I regret it and I'm scared..."

"I saw the bone soup in the refrigerator, I drank all of it, it was delicious, I don't know why you told me no at that time, I couldn't figure it out, and what I didn't dare to think about was, what will happen to you afterwards? What kind of mood did you take him out, An He..."

"An He, I am a selfish and despicable person. This morning, I couldn't find you after I got home, and your clothes were much less. I was afraid. I was afraid that you were angry, left, and wanted to break up with me, so I went home. But when I found out that you were hospitalized due to illness, I actually had the thought of 'that's great, you don't want to break up with me...', Anhe...forgive me..."

Zhao Anhe put his arms around Wei Ze and looked at the snow-white ceiling in the hospital, "Wei Ze, elder brother always asks me why I like you, he doesn't believe what I say about love at first sight, but besides love at first sight, I can't think of anything else I like about you The reason, Wei Ze, why don’t you tell me why I like you? You are always busy at work, you always ignore me, you always don’t understand what I’m thinking, you won’t lie, you won’t Sweet talk, our jobs are very different, Wei Ze, why did you make me like you? Do you know? You don't know, I don't know, and no one knows."

"If one day I really leave you, Wei Ze...then I will never come back again. You are afraid that I will leave you. Similarly, Wei Ze, I am also afraid of leaving you. I swear to my elder brother that I will definitely I will go to one hundred with you, and when we reach one hundred, I will laugh at him in front of him, Wei Ze, please don't let me..."

Zhao Anhe's feeble words did not know whether they were comforting Wei Ze or comforting himself.

After crying for a while, Wei Ze calmed down, let go of Zhao Anhe, and asked, "Malignant lymphoma..."

In the middle of the conversation, Zhao Anhe took the lead again, "Don't worry, although it's disgusting lymphoma, it's not as serious as it looks. The doctor also said that the possibility of cure is 80.00%, so it's not a big deal."

The stone in Wei Ze's heart finally fell. He didn't know what kind of disease disgusting lymphoma was, and he didn't know whether it was serious or not. But since Zhao Anhe said it was no big deal, he naturally "An He, I have already applied for a vacation with the leader. After your illness recovers, let's go on a trip? Do you like to stay at home or abroad?"

In his heart, Zhao Anhe didn't care much about the travel that Wei Ze said, but seeing that Wei Ze said he was happy, he also echoed, "Domestic and foreign... I don't care, but if I really go, it should be the first time. Once? Come to think of it, I'm already looking forward to it now, I have to take my camera there."

"Can't the phone work?"

"Well... I think it's more emotional to use a camera."

"Feel?"

"kindness."

That feeling of going out with the person I like, happy, wanton laughter, that feeling of not wanting to forget every moment of being together, that...feeling of liking Wei Ze.

Originally it was just to go along with Wei Ze, but now Zhao Anhe really began to look forward to it, with a smile on his lips, "Wei Ze, where do you want to go? Me? For me, as long as you are here, I can go anywhere."

Wei Ze thought for a while, he didn't know anything about travel, he was either working or on his way to work for more than [-] years, and he couldn't think of any interesting things in China or abroad, Wei Ze Ze was a little distressed, "I don't know much about it... Where should I go... If you are going to climb the mountain, Ann and your illness just recovered, it seems that going to the mountain is not very good..."

"Mountain climbing..." Zhao Anhe thought for a while, and a rugged mountain range immediately appeared. Sure enough, Zhao Anhe was a little disgusted, "Mountain climbing...It's tiring to think about it. If you want to climb a mountain, you must find a cable car Yes! I'm going up by cable car."

Zhao Anhe thought of something, and said, "By the way, it's best to find a place where Maomao can also go, and then I will take Maomao with me...so we can count as a family of three? Haha...Speaking of it, Wei Ze, How is Maomao doing recently? You will be taking care of Maomao during the few days I’m in the hospital, so don’t feed him any messy things... and don’t give him raw water, or he’ll be prone to diarrhea..."

When Maomao was mentioned, Wei Ze fell silent.

He is not suitable for lying. Wei Ze felt a little guilty and didn't even dare to look up at Zhao Anhe. He thought of Zhao Jin's strict warning to him not to tell Zhao Anhe about Mao Mao's disappearance, lest Zhao Anhe be worried. But now that Zhao Anhe asked, Wei Ze never lied, he was in a dilemma and could only choose to remain silent.

Just at this moment, Wei Ze's cell phone rang.

Wei Ze knew without answering that there must be something else that he needed to deal with. He had never been so grateful for a call from work that came in such a timely manner.

After Wei Ze answered the phone, he was half sorry and half relieved, "Sorry... An He..."

"Maomao is lost."

The moment Wei Ze was about to stand up and leave, Zhao Anhe said this.

Wei Ze didn't speak, nor did he sit down.

Looking at Wei Ze like this, Zhao Anhe's heart that was still beating, fiery, and full of anticipation and hope suddenly turned cold. He didn't know how to control his expression at this moment.

Should we cry?Or you should get used to things like this.

Either way, it made Zhao Anhe feel ugly.

Wei Ze who was crying on his shoulder just now was so warm, why does Wei Ze who is standing now look so cold.

"Wei Ze, Maomao is lost." Zhao Anhe's voice trembled, he lowered his head, not looking at Wei Ze's face, his hands were tucked into the quilt, grabbing the bed sheet under him, "It's not a flower pot at home." It was broken, and it wasn’t because the light bulb at home suddenly went out, it’s because Mao Mao got lost. It doesn’t know what it’s eating, where it’s sleeping, or if there are other puppies bullying it. , Wei Ze, are you going to hide it from me and go back to continue your work? Do you think that an ordinary puppy is not important to you at all? You didn't expect me to ask Mao Mao, did you? "

After finishing speaking, Zhao Anhe suddenly felt a little desperate.

What kind of person is Wei Ze? Is it because he is used to life and death that he doesn't care anymore, or has he never considered Mao Mao or Zhao Anhe as his family at all?

Wei Ze still didn't speak.

love at first sight.

It was ridiculous love at first sight.

Zhao Anhe felt extremely tired, as if all the strength in his body had been sucked away in an instant.

"Get lost, Wei Ze," Zhao Anhe said.

Wei Ze walked towards Zhao Anhe, but it was only a few steps.

Maybe he was reluctant, maybe he wanted to touch Zhao Anhe's head, maybe he wanted to explain something to Zhao Anhe.

But he didn't, he didn't say a word, didn't make a move, didn't explain a word.

Wei Ze left and gently closed the door of the ward.

He is gone after all.