fall or redemption

Jiang Han has not been hospitalized for a long time, he hates the hospital, as long as his health permits, he will never be hospitalized.

Maybe, we should go home.He thought so.

He lived in a single ward, and on the window sill were various flowers bought by Zhou Shen, which were in full bloom.The weather in April, the sun is just right, the breeze is blowing, everything is so beautiful, if it is not in the ward.

Jiang Han took some flowers to Zhao Sinan's ward and put them on the bedside.Zhao Sinan, 26 years old, native of N City, was sent to the hospital by the landlord when he was admitted to the hospital, and no one has visited since then.Jiang Han remembered the conversation he had with Zhao Sinan before the operation.

"your family?"

"I grew up in an orphanage."

"Lover or friend?"

"No."

"..."

"Don't worry, the medical expenses have already been paid, and there is only a lot more."

"Do you know what this operation means?"

"Director Zhou explained the specific situation to me very clearly. It is nothing more than life and death. They all said that I should have died when I was a teenager. I have lived for nothing and earned money."

"it is good……"

Sitting in front of Zhao Sinan's bed, Jiang Han looked at the flowers full of vitality, and then at Zhao Sinan who was like a pool of stagnant water, and murmured: "You seem to have no regrets, but only those who really face death know, No matter how carefully we arrange the aftermath, no matter how we cover up to make ourselves appear open-minded, dignified, and not begging for our lives, we can't resolve the fear and unwillingness deep in our hearts. We have to admit that we are just helpless. In the end, I can only accept my fate.”

Recently, when Zhou Shen came to see Jiang Han every day, he brought some gadgets and placed them in every corner of the ward.One day, Jiang Han was writing a thesis at the desk next to the bed, when he heard Zhou Shen’s voice outside the door: “Be careful, over here, yes, this room.” Then several people came in with a bookshelf, and Zhou Shen held a stack of books. Books follow.

"What are you doing?"

"Hey, aren't you going to write a thesis? I found you some latest literature."

"Then there's no need to move the bookshelf?"

"Anyway... it's useful. There will be more books in the future. It's not easy to put away. It's convenient to have it."

Jiang Han smiled wryly: "You have imprisoned me here in a different direction."

Zhou Shen did not show his expression, kept silent, and put the books on the shelf one by one.Jiang Han got up and walked towards him, leaning his back against the bookshelf, bumped him with his elbow, and said, "Don't worry, I'm not that willful kid who wants to escape from the ward all day long, I know it."

"There are a few farts. Writing a thesis is just to pass the time. You can't stay up late. If you don't go to bed before ten o'clock, it's up to me to deal with you."

"Okay, got it, mother Zhou."

"Let me tell you, you really dared to say yes to calling me Sheng Mom. I'm afraid I won't care so much about you when I have a son in the future."

"Yes, yes, mother Zhou, you have worked hard. When I go to heaven, I will bless you to marry a beautiful wife and give birth to a good son who is a hundred times smarter and healthier than me to honor you."

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Shenhong stared at Jiang Han, turned and left without speaking for a long time.Zhou Shen lit a cigarette, but didn't smoke it.In his impression, Jiang Han has never believed in fate, he is full of strength, even if the knife of death is on his neck, he still firmly believes that there is always a way to escape.But today he said something like that, which is not something Jiang Han would say.Zhou Shen looked at the cloud like a glutinous rice dumpling in the sky, and poured back his tears.

Yes, even he himself acquiesced in this matter.

Jiang Han hasn't received any news or calls from him recently. His mobile phone is always lying quietly. Jiang Han sometimes opens the photo album to check. There are very few photos in it, only a few, all of which are Sure enough.

In the first one, he was playing with a cat with a dog's tail grass. The person who teased the cat was lazy, and the cat liked to ignore it.

The second photo is a photo of the two of them with their children after the water polo fight. In the photo, the two of them did not look at the camera for some reason, but looked at each other with a smile.

The third one is a selfie of him and Guo Ruan during the New Year's fireworks display, which Guo Ruan sent to him later.The background is gorgeous and blooming fireworks, setting off the world of fiery trees and silver flowers in the eyes of the two of them.

In the fourth photo, in front of the waterfall, the two are in the same frame, and the silvery waterfall sets off the smiles of the two of them seem to be shining.

The fifth...

There are less than ten photos, each of which is sure enough.

Jiang Han looked at the photos again, feeling inexplicably irritated.Acacia disaster.Throw away the phone.The air after the rain outside the window floats in, with a bit of green grass fragrance, it is advisable to go out.

When Zhou Shen came to see Jiang Han with the newly bought flowers, he wasted no time, and strictly speaking, he also had a harvest, leaving a note: Mommy Zhou, I'm going out to let the wind go, and the return date is unknown.

"This kid, you know what you are doing!" Zhou Shen left cursing.

Jiang Han first drove back to the old house, had a meal with the old man, went to the study to get some materials, and when he was about to leave, he looked at the "You Ke" next to him and opened the door.There is no trace of living in it.Gently closing the door, he went back to his "Guixin" and took something. It was a picture drawn by Guo Ruo, and it was drawn by listening to the "Moonlight" played, which represented the painting that the two of them had a tacit understanding.

Before leaving, the old man took his hand and asked tremblingly, "Is your body okay?"

Jiang Han wanted to answer "very good" as always, but when the words came to his lips, looking at the vicissitudes of the old man's eyes, why bother to deceive each other.

"It's not very good, but I've been recuperating in the hospital during this time, and there's nothing wrong with it for now, grandpa, take care!"

The old man didn't show too much worry, he looked at him carefully with cloudy eyes, as if he wanted to see him for real, and then he said: "Okay, okay, you never worry me, you should listen more Dr. Zhou's opinion."

Jiang Han nodded, agreeing.

April is the most beautiful in the world.The university campus in April is more beautiful than April in the world. The School of Architecture in City A is a very influential university in the field of architecture, and it can be called the cradle of architectural designers.The ginkgo in this school is also quite famous.It is said that autumn is the season of ginkgo, the autumn wind shakes, and the ground is covered with gold, which is more warm and moving than the red maple leaves.Little do they know that ginkgo also has spring, when the spring breeze rises, green buds sprout, and the young leaves are like small jasper fans, swaying and colorful when viewed from a close distance. It can be exchanged with each other in fleeting years.

Jiang Han walked through the Ginkgo Avenue, along the way, he saw the youthful smiling face under the ginkgo tree, the girl who confessed shyly by the Jiuqu Lake, and the sweaty boy on the sports field. This is the most beautiful in the world!

Jiang Han sat on a chair in front of the library, took out his mobile phone and sent a message:

Jiang Shuihan: I'm here.

Jiang Yi: Okay, wait for me for 2 minutes.

The semi-enclosed space formed under the large glass eaves of the library not only provides shelter from wind and rain, but also has a wide view and direct access to nature.Jiang Han stretched himself, basking in the sun, feeling sleepy.

"Wow~ Which department is this handsome guy at the school grass level?"

"I don't know. Have you ever seen him before? You don't know that there are handsome guys of this level in our school?"

"Yes, it's impossible."

Jiang Han raised his head, smiled politely at the two girls who were talking about him, and looked down at his phone again.The two girls also left with interest.

"Jiang Han!" Jiang Han came out of the library.

"Why are you so thin?" Jiang Han looked at Jiang Yi and almost didn't dare to recognize him.

Jiang Yi didn't answer, but instead asked, "Is there anything important you came here to find me?"

"It's nothing important, drop by, come and see you."

Jiang Yi looked at him quietly to show that he was telling the truth.Jiang Han sighed and said, "You are not as cute as Xiaofeng."

When Jiang Feng was mentioned, Jiang Yi smiled: "That's not cute, that's stupid."

Jiang Han nodded and said, "That's right."

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"Are you minoring in Economics and Management?"

"Well, you can't go back to the company without knowing anything."

"This is the School of Architecture, what is the purpose of your coming here?"

"Then what else do you think I can do?"

"Life is your own, not grandpa's, not your parents', not that broken company's, not what I say you can do, but what do you want to do?"

"I'm not you. I can't easily stand out in the market and take care of my favorite architecture. I can only enjoy the happiness that architecture brings me during college, and then..."

"Then what? Go back and take over the company. Is this how your life is planned?"

"Isn't it my responsibility?"

"This is not your responsibility. You should be responsible for the life that has always been yours. Think about it for yourself. I am here this time mainly to give you this." He said and took out a document.

Jiang Yi looked at the content of the document and said with red eyes: "I don't want it, and Jiang Feng won't want it either."

"Don't let you do what you want, anyway, I don't know when the time comes. I just hope that you all live in the way you like. Life is so precious that you can't trample on it like this."

Jiang Yi pinched the document, his hands trembling, tears streaming down his face.

"How long can you live?"

Jiang Han smiled wryly: "You are really not cute at all, how could anyone ask that?"

Jiang Yi still asked stubbornly: "How long can you live?"

Jiang Han rubbed his head: "Who knows?"

In the hospital, the cherry blossoms are in full bloom.When Jiang Han came back, he saw Zhou Shen holding scissors, standing under the tree, following the instructions of a few nurses, cutting flower branches.

"This way, this branch, yes, yes, this branch."

"Well, that branch doesn't matter, it's all flower bones, and it can last for several days in a vase!"

Jiang Han walked over silently, jokingly said: "Hey, Doctor Zhou, you are picking flowers! What a bunch of flowers!"

Zhou Shen glanced at Jiang Han, his hands kept moving, "Who am I, Young Master Jiang, you still know to come back!" The pink flower branch was handed to the little nurse.

"Dr. Jiang, you are not here for the past two days, but Dr. Zhou will still send flowers to your room as usual!" Several nurses also laughed.

"Dr. Zhou is really kind to you. Fortunately, Dr. Zhou doesn't have a girlfriend, otherwise he will definitely be jealous."

There was another burst of pleasant laughter.

Jiang Han also laughed, and said: "I don't know if there are a few girls who are more open-minded. If you don't want to be jealous of me, how about being Dr. Zhou's girlfriend?"

This is a catchphrase.Zhou Shen, tall, handsome, rich and talented, is the male god of many single female doctors, nurses, and female patients in the hospital.

"Okay, that's enough, let's go!" Zhou Shen interrupted the topic.

Back in the ward, Zhou Shen took a transparent vase, put the remaining flowers divided by several nurses, and placed it on Jiang Han's bedside.

Jiang Han took out a document to Zhou Shen.Zhou Shen knew what it was with just a glance.

"The co-authors have gone to be a good fortune boy these days? Whose is this? It can't be mine, right?"

"The projects we invested together are all in the name of your family anyway, so I won't do anything unnecessary. You can keep this share for me first, and then give it to him later."

Zhou Shen looked carefully at the name on it: Sure enough.

Jiang Han had a fever again. Before losing consciousness, Jiang Han only heard Zhou Shen calling him: "Jiang Han, Jiang Han! Jiang Han..."

☆, my brother