Dip in fire

The old man in the other bed came in this afternoon.The old man is dumb, he is old, his movements are slow, and his mind is always confused.

"Nian" is really a way of living for each family. Some people are happy and happy, and some people take the elderly to the hospital on New Year's Eve.

"What's wrong?" Zhong Ning was in a trance for a while, subconsciously asked in a low voice.

"I talked to my eldest brother and sister-in-law before." Zhang Weilan was referring to the old man's son and daughter-in-law.He also spoke in a very low voice, making sure that the family next to him couldn't hear him, "It's stomach cancer."

Zhong Ning was stunned, and Zhang Weilan said, "I might be transferred to another department in two days."

"Oh." Zhong Ning responded in a low voice.

It's not good to talk about other people's affairs, especially this kind of thing, especially on a day like New Year's Eve.

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Zhang Weilan looked at Zhong Ning, Zhong Ning's expression was extraordinarily soft under the light, Zhang Weilan looked carefully, and felt that even the hair on the side of the ear was gentle.

Zhong Ning has been such a person since childhood.He is the kindest, always caring about other people's affairs.

Zhong Ning didn't reply, just sighed softly.The sigh was very small and light, but it was still heard by Zhang Weilan.

Zhang Weilan paused, and then said: "My eldest brother and sister-in-law are very kind and enthusiastic. They even asked me why I was alone and whether I would like to watch the Spring Festival Gala with them."

Zhang Weilan: "I said you will come later."

Zhong Ning's nose was itchy from the smell of medicine on Zhang Weilan's body, he had to rub his nose with his hand, covering his mouth with his hand and asked, "Didn't you just say that you thought I wouldn't come over?"

Zhang Weilan leaned down imperceptibly, and got closer to Zhong Ning, he said: "I thought so, but I hope you come."

Zhong Ning had nothing to say, and now he got a headache again from the smell of medicine.He really hates the smell of the hospital, the smell of disinfectant, the smell of medicine...or especially the smell of medicine on Zhang Weilan's body.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Weilan gently touched Zhong Ning's arm: "They are watching the Spring Festival Gala."

Zhong Ning silently retracted his arms: "Yes."

Zhang Weilan stared at Zhong Ning's arm and stopped talking.

"..." Zhong Ning's scalp was numb, and he suddenly stood up from the bed, he turned around to look at Zhang Weilan, unexpectedly...

Unexpectedly, I saw a pitiful look of being lost again.Zhang Weilan's eyebrows and eyes are too foul, and the willows and flowers are haggard, so hard that people can't bear it...

"..." Zhong Ning was dumb for a while, and asked firmly, "What's wrong with you?"

Zhang Weilan didn't say anything immediately, but shifted her gaze to the cell phone of the boy next door: "Today is Chinese New Year, I just want to watch it with you."

"What are you looking at?" Zhong Ning was stunned for a moment, followed Zhang Weilan's gaze, and turned to stare at the boy's cell phone.

He was stunned for a moment, and he couldn't control it, and his voice was a little louder: "Watching the Spring Festival Gala?"

"Yeah." Zhang Weilan said, "I haven't read it carefully for several years."

Zhong Ning: "..."

Zhong Ning's "Watch the Spring Festival Gala" was naturally heard by the enthusiastic elder brother and sister-in-law.The eldest brother said to Zhong Ning, "Don't you guys watch it? Don't you young people like to watch it?"

Zhong Ning smiled with a tense mouth: "It's not bad, it's pretty good."

"Then you can watch it too, you can watch it on your mobile phone, and it's live broadcasting. The holidays are just for fun, and you have to celebrate the New Year in the hospital." The sister-in-law also said, "Oh, it's really convenient now. How could there be such a good mobile phone in the early years? Screen, it would be nice to flip the lid to listen to the phone..."

Zhong Ning couldn't take it anymore, so he had to take out his mobile phone from his pocket: "This..."

He asked: "How do you watch the Spring Festival Gala? Do I need to download any software? Or use a browser directly?"

"I will, brother, I'll help you." The boy handed the phone to his father, Yi Gao jumped off the bed, and ran over to help Zhong Ning with it.

The two tossed for a while.

"Okay, now you can watch it." The boy said.

"Thank you." Zhong Ning turned down the volume of the phone.

"You're welcome." The boy smiled, ran back to sit by the bed, and snatched the phone back from his father.

"Zhong Ning, I can't see you standing there." Zhang Weilan suddenly spoke behind Zhong Ning's back.

Zhong Ning frowned slightly, seeing Zhang Weilan's thin face.The sickness on this man's face is still there.What's the point of fighting with a sick seedling for the New Year's Eve?

Zhong Ning sat down on the side of the bed again, holding his mobile phone, Zhang Weilan looked over Zhong Ning's shoulder.Get closer.Zhong Ning was completely surrounded by the smell of medicine.Not only the smell of medicine, but also Zhang Weilan's breath, and the warm body temperature behind him.

It was the first time for Zhong Ning to watch the Spring Festival Gala with such carelessness. He watched his soul go out of his body, and his soul didn't know which sky he was in.

"Zhong Ning." Zhang Weilan stared at the screen of the phone, watching the comedian perform the skit, "I think you are right."

"What's right?" Zhong Ning asked.

"You said there is no 'reconciliation as before', the past is the past, and I can't get it back." Zhang Weilan almost whispered into the lines of the sketch, piercing Zhong Ning's eardrums together.

Zhong Ning was very clear intellectually, he needed to hear what Zhang Weilan said.But he couldn't ignore it—as soon as Zhang Weilan's voice fell, his chest felt empty.The heart cut corners and skipped a bit.

Zhong Ning suddenly felt very thirsty and wanted to drink a lot of water.He said dryly: "Since you can figure it out..."

"So I will chase you from the beginning." Zhang Weilan cut off Zhong Ning's words.

Zhong Ning's hand trembled, and the phone almost dropped to the ground and made a loud noise.He just heard the most shameless nonsense that he has ever heard in his life: "What did you... say?"

Zhong Ning's neck was swollen, he should have turned his head and stared at Zhang Weilan, but for some reason, he was so damned, Zhong Ning was still sitting, holding his mobile phone... staring at the "Spring Festival Gala".

The sketch was amused, and the audience friends in the audience burst into laughter.

"I'll chase you until you accept me again." Zhang Weilan continued, with a steady tone, so steady that the wind and rain couldn't lift it, "This time I will circle around you, I will open your window, I will treat you Okay, I will appear by your side over and over again, if there are difficulties in the future, I will stand in front of you as soon as possible..."

This is what Zhong Ning once did for Zhang Weilan.

Zhong Ning took a deep breath, his ribs ached.How could Zhang Weilan be so unreasonable?If you fail to make peace, you will start all over again?

How to start from scratch?This is strong words.

This person is not only nonsense, but also whimsical.For example - Zhong Ning lives on the [-]th floor now, how does Zhang Weilan open the window?

Zhong Ningke twisted his neck, the muscles in his neck were well stretched: "Zhang Weilan..."

"Don't look at me like that." Zhang Weilan was still watching the Spring Festival Gala. After the skit was over, the glamorous host sang me and me with a smile on his face.

"I don't want to be like a psychopath either. I know it's far-fetched." Zhang Weilan's lips trembled slightly, and said in a low voice, "It's just that I have to be with you in my life. I really can't give up."

Zhong Ning's hand holding the phone went numb, and he lost consciousness for a moment, probably suffering from paralysis.

Zhang Weilan's eyes did not fall on Zhong Ning's face, not for a moment, he continued to watch the Spring Festival Gala, and continued to "whisper": "People will experience many things in this life, many people are just passing by, and there are very few things that are truly unforgettable Yes. I don’t believe what other people say about ‘the sea is dry and the rocks are rotten’ and ‘the sky is old and the earth is old’.”

"But I've missed you all these years. I've thought about it too many times. After thinking about it, I realized that many memories should have been forgotten and blurred long ago, but as long as it's about you, I can remember it surprisingly clearly."

Zhang Weilan is like an indifferent pen, with a cold tip and no trace, passing through the lives of others lightly, without taking weight or staining color.Only Zhong Ning insisted on dipping this pen in thick ink, heavy color, and fire, and finally burned himself.

And when Zhang Weilan voluntarily uttered such a long monologue, even though it was just a "whisper", it still made it difficult for Zhong Ning to breathe, as if his lungs had been severely constricted.

Zhang Weilan: "Not only when we were together, but even when we were younger."

The pair of hosts on the screen looked at each other and smiled, showing bright eyes and bright teeth at each other: "I can't remember the names of my classmates, I can't remember whether the teacher is male or female, and I can't even remember what my parents were like at the time."

"But I remember one time, you made a mistake and you messed with the teacher. The teacher told you to go to the corridor and threatened you that he was going to beat you."

There was a faint nostalgic smile in the "whispering words", it was so comfortable and safe, as if they hadn't grown up yet, and they weren't sitting in the hospital.Instead, he was still young and returned to the big courtyard that no longer existed.

Zhang Weilan: "As a result, you stuffed a cushion in your pants, and then told the teacher, 'You fight'. This incident became a joke in the whole school."

"I don't even remember... and this kind of thing." Zhong Ning said stutteringly, as if there was a lump of fine sand stuck in his throat.

"Yes, there are many such things." Zhang Weilan coughed lightly, "It's been too long, like it happened in my previous life, but I just remember it."

Not just falling in love, Zhong Ning not only represents "love" thinly to Zhang Weilan.As early as farther, as early as longer, Zhong Ning is still something else.In that turbulent and lonely life, in that wandering and struggling consciousness, Zhong Ning is his lifelong ideal—it is life, it is home, it is the trivial and ordinary life, it is the destination.

"Maybe one day I will be like the old man next to me, like my grandfather." Zhang Weilan said, "I'm old and crazy, and I can't remember who I am. But I think I will still remember you."

——It's like old man Zhang who didn't know about personnel back then, but he would instinctively open his mouth to call mother and wife.If it was Zhang Weilan, it would probably be called "Zhong Ning".

"So don't rush to reject me. I know it's difficult for you, I know it all." Zhang Weilan finally turned his eyes to look at Zhong Ning's side face, and saw the highlight falling on the bridge of Zhong Ning's nose.

Zhang Weilan: "I will solve the problems one by one. Even if you stand still, just watch me do it. But don't reject me outright, and don't avoid me. I can't stand that."

The host is counting down: "Five, four, three, two, one."

The New Year's bell rang, and the phone screen overflowed with "Happy New Year".

"Dad, happy new year!" The older brother and sister-in-law next to him said to the old man on the bed.

"Happy New Year, Grandpa, Happy New Year, Mom and Dad!" the boy also said.

"You too, Happy New Year!" The sister-in-law raised her head and shouted to Zhang Weilan and Zhong Ning as well.

Zhang Weilan smiled at his sister-in-law: "Happy New Year."

Zhong Ning was still there in a daze, he should have said hello back, but his brain stopped working, and so did his mouth.In the first minute of the new year, he just sat and listened to his heart beating and breathing.

"Zhong Ning, Zhong Ning?" Zhang Weilan squeezed Zhong Ning's arm.

Zhong Ning turned to look at Zhang Weilan, wanting to blink, but couldn't stop staring.

Zhang Weilan smiled at Zhong Ning and just said, "Happy New Year."