To Goddess

My dad fainted suddenly when he was unwell in class. His students sent him to the school doctor. After taking some medicine, he vomited and had diarrhea but couldn’t make up. He was sent to the hospital.

I was booking a plane ticket when I received the call. During the mid-term exam, Roy accepted a TV series and was filming in the next province. I thought about going to her after the exam. I don’t know if there is anyone to take care of her alone there. , and wanted to give her a surprise.

My mother was crying while talking on the phone. I listened hard for a while before I understood what she said.

When I arrived at the hospital, my father had already entered the intensive care unit, and family members could not go in. The doctor said that the situation was serious and needed to be observed. He said that the previous symptoms had relapsed and became more serious. He did not give us a specific explanation, but told us to wait.

The most unavoidable thing in this life is disease and death. Even if you are healthy and have regular work and rest, it will come to you. What can you do, you can only fight it on the weak side.

During that period of time, I could see that my mother was getting more and more emaciated. She was such a beauty-loving person who didn't take care of herself. She stayed in the hospital every day, but the doctors gave me more and more bad news.

Although this disease is not uncommon, it is tricky. The hospital discussed and observed it for a few days and didn't know where to start. Many experts were invited, but it still didn't get better.

A week later, Dad was finally able to come out of the severe illness, but after being transferred to the ward, we could only watch him from the glass window instead of going in, and watched him from afar, lying motionless with his eyes closed. He slapped the glass and shouted to wake him up, but he was dragged away by the nurse.

From the beginning to the end, the doctor only said to observe, just to observe, no matter how my mother spends money or gives red envelopes, this is the case.

I originally planned to tell Roy about this, but she often stayed up late during filming at that time, and she was obviously tired every time she called me on the phone. I couldn't bear to disturb her, and I didn't want her to be distracted because of me. It was avoidable, why? Add one more thing to worry about.

Just when we were at a loss, Roy's mother came to the hospital and called to say that she wanted to see me privately.

At that time, I was in a complicated mood. I cried with my mother for several days. I obviously felt that crying was useless, but I still wanted to cry. I thought about how loving our family used to be. Although my parents quarreled occasionally, they both loved each other.

Once a person is depressed, it is easy to recall. When I can’t sleep at night, I will think about my father’s kindness to me since I was a child. He used his own method to educate me. Satisfy all my greed and buy me as many things as I want.

When I saw her mother, I was very haggard. Normally, I would have shown great enthusiasm, but that day I couldn't even laugh.

Her mother chatted with me for a while, and then began to care about my father's condition. Her appearance was a big turning point for my family. She not only helped us contact foreign doctors who specialize in treating this disease, but also asked the hospital to take special care of us. The up and down management was done properly, and the medical expenses were paid in full.

Can I refuse?

I want to say no, but I can't.

In her hand is my father's life.No matter how rich we are, we can't do it, and we can't get what we desire with a random phone call like her, let alone we are not very rich.

After more than two months of treatment, my father finally woke up. He was transferred home after a period of time in the hospital, and gradually recovered within a year.

I never told my mother about it, and I kept Roy's mother secret. My parents only knew which doctors were called by Roy's family, and they didn't know anything else. This matter became very simple, and they had no doubts.

I finished my explanation in a flat voice. During this period, Roy did not interrupt me and listened without any expression. After I finished speaking, I pinched the hem of my clothes, lowered my head and whispered: "This is the way it is."

We are sitting on the bed facing each other at the moment. My bed is not big, which will inevitably lead to a small distance between us.

Still without any expression, she asked me: "What did my mother tell you at that time?"

In fact, her mother talked to me a lot. She chatted with me for more than an hour when we met that day. I hardly opened my mouth for more than an hour. I just listened to her. She probably said that she heard that Roy and I were getting close recently. Then I talked a lot about same-sex exclusion, but I didn’t actually listen to it. I think my dad is sick now, so what are you talking about to me?

But she changed the subject and told me she could find a better doctor for me.

My heart was heavy and I said to Roy, "Your mother told me to leave you."

Roy was not in a hurry, and said, "And then? I don't believe she said it so simply."

Yes Roy, you really do know your mother.

Anyway, I've said it all, so let's say it thoroughly.

"Your mother also made me swear that if I don't break up, if I pester you again in the future, then my father will never wake up."

Roy frowned and asked, "You agreed."

I nodded, that was my dad.

People are not afraid of wishes and curses, she cursed so hard, can I not do it, when my father was sick, my mother burned incense every day and prayed to the sky, knowing the possibility of this, but still holding on to hope.

So how can I violate it, I am afraid that God will punish me.

It was almost quiet, and I whispered, "I'm sorry."

I have always wanted to say this apology, but I never had the chance. I finally said it this time, but after I said it, I didn't feel relieved. I was very sad, and repeating this incident seemed to tear open my old scars.

A few seconds later, she suddenly called out to my head with a big hand. I couldn't hold on, and fell onto the quilt.

Roy said, "Xue Lingyi, why are you so stupid."

That's right, I'm stupid, but if this thing happens again, it seems that there is still the only way.

I think Roy will meet a better person, whether it is the same sex or the opposite sex, that person will be very good to Roy, they are in the same family, Roy will be very happy, she will forget about me, we will be together soon, we can have How unforgettable.

In the end, I was the only one suffering from this incident, but Xue Lingyi, how much is your emotion worth?

After being pushed down by her, I didn't get up, and couldn't help crying under the quilt. A few seconds later, I couldn't help but let out a low cry.

She pulled me up, my vision was blurry, tears kept streaming, I couldn't see her expression clearly.

This matter has been suppressed in my heart for a long time, and today I finally said it out but there is no feeling of release. I just want to cry.

It's useless, I just want to cry.

She pulled me up and reached out to hug me. When I patted my back, I was already broken and crying, and she whispered: "Okay, don't cry."

After she finished speaking, I cried harder.

Don't look at me when I said this very plainly, but I am actually very sad.

I think I have not suffered any setbacks since I was a child. My parents are both university professors. I don’t know how many people envy me. They say that my family is very self-cultivated. For this reason, guests often come to the house, and I have to pretend to be a little bit.Among the teachers in our school are students from my parents. They took good care of me. I was hardly bullied at school. I graduated from high school safely and happily. How lucky I was to grow up in this environment.

I wasn’t too surprised when I found out that I liked Roy in college. I’ve always been a brave person. If I like him, I’ll go after him. Nothing is impossible. As a result, you see, we are not together anymore.

Although this kind of life is very dull, I am very satisfied. The people I like are all around me, and there is almost no distress.I don't understand the rebelliousness of those adolescent girls, and I don't understand the heart of some people who often want to commit suicide.

It is conceivable how much my father's incident has hit me. I can't help. I feel that I am useless at all. As a daughter and a close relative, all I can do is worry. This makes me so desperate. I saw how uncomfortable it was for my mother to pretend to be strong in front of me when she gained several gray hairs overnight.

At that time, I thought, did God think that I was too happy, so he gave me such a big difficulty.

After such a long time, every time I think of this incident, it feels like a stone is pressing on my chest, making me so stuffy that I can't breathe.

I would also feel wronged.

So I am so sad, so uncomfortable.

I don't care, I'm going to cry.