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Song Xinheng would rather be sad in a room full of Jiang Qin every night than be thrown in the rehearsal hall and be punished.After being scolded by Wink, he didn't dare to eat anything.Yan Baifeng didn't drink anymore, but his mental state was still not good. Just when the training was barely keeping up with the normal progress, Song Xinheng was taken to the hospital by an ambulance in the middle of the night due to his persistent gastrointestinal disorders.

"Is your stomach still hurting? Do you want to go to the toilet?" Crouching in the emergency room in the middle of the night, Chancheng recalled Song Xinheng's five sense organs that were in pain in the ambulance, and he was still a little scared.Taking a towel to help Song Xinheng wipe the thin sweat off his forehead, Chancheng looked sad: "I told you, don't work hard, you just won't listen, if you have something good or bad, the company and fans will be ruined. "

The emergency ward was a bit crowded, and no one paid special attention to the man under the blanket.Coupled with the fact that he greeted the hospital immediately, the headlines about Song Xinheng's first aid disappeared.After negotiating the temporary leave of the remaining members, Chancheng declined the kindness of visiting the doctor for Song Xinheng, but several managers came one after another with flowers, and set up a show for Song Xinheng in the small ward.

Without her parents by her side, Song Xinheng didn't like to take care of the nurses, so Cancheng and Song Xinshu could only take care of them in shifts.Knowing that Song Xinheng's stomach condition is not good, the company took advantage of the opportunity of being hospitalized and raced against time to recuperate Song Xinheng.Not only are the sugar water and potions hanging on the back of his hands endless, even if Song Xinheng is not happy, he still has to drink those Chinese medicines that are too bitter to swallow.

There is no psychological pressure to get the needle, but the battle of drinking medicine has become a routine homework for a few days, but no matter how tight the mouth is, no matter how long the confrontation is, the bitter water will eventually be poured into the stomach.Accepting the arrangement that he could only eat liquid food and bitter food, Song Xinheng asked Xiaoshu to transfer some of his bedtime readings to the ward as a pastime besides memorizing the lyrics of the concert.

"Do you want all these things?" Song Xinshu compared the list Song Xinheng gave him: "Where can I get elementary school composition texts?"

"Don't elementary schools have archives, maybe you can find them." Suffering from insufficient breadth and depth of materials, Song Xinheng's unsatisfied thirst for knowledge was unprecedentedly strong, and it developed to the point where he even wanted to turn over Fang Wei's composition.Song Xinshu denied the possibility that the archives would write the text more than ten years ago, but after all, he felt sorry for his brother and tried to collect Fang Wei's information from various channels as much as possible.

"Basically none in elementary school. There are some winning records in junior high school, mainly in high school and university." Having to take care of sick patients and satisfy Song Xinheng's wishes, Xiaoshu was incapable of performing arts, but was also surprised that the other party was not just for a while. Rise.Although Song Xinheng had nothing to do with anything before university, Song Xinheng felt inexplicably proud as long as he saw Fang Weilie's winning record in the growth row.

He didn't study well by himself, and it was very difficult for him to graduate from high school.Thanks to his talent in other fields, he was able to afford a job in the entertainment industry, which saved his family a lot of worry.I read Fang Wei's information tirelessly, and even the clubs he joined in college were clear and read, and I didn't forget to poke Song Xinshu who was dozing off by the bed: "I want to know, when he graduated, he went to the iron box. What did you put?"

Fang Wei also participated in the time capsule activity at the end of the undergraduate course. Song Xinheng estimated that Fang Wei had already fallen into the pit at that time, and had to pester Xiaoshu to help him see what was inside.Fortunately, the class-based capsules were not buried in the soil, but were registered and put into the warehouse by the student union. Unable to bear Song Xinheng's sick eyes, Song Xinshu took a screwdriver and went to Fangwei's university.

Compared with the things of other students, the items with Fang Wei's label are very common, except for those that cannot be interpreted meaningfully. There are a few photos of Song Xinheng on the scene, and a letter with a wish, neatly packed in an unsealed In a yellow envelope.Song Xinshu watched Song Xinheng, who was wearing a hospital gown, sitting cross-legged on the bed, and watched him push the quilt to one side, and stack these old things on the snow-white quilt.

At first I was very happy to read it, fingertips rubbed the fabric of the trouser legs, and there was still a sweet smile on my lips, especially when I read Fang Wei's letter, I probably saw the part related to myself, and the eyes that have been dim for several days have appeared. brilliance.But looking at it, the corners of his mouth drooped again. After putting the things back into the bag and arranging for the little tree to return them, he wrapped the quilt and left a poor back who didn't want to talk to anyone.

"Brother," Song Xinshu went to bring the traditional Chinese medicine and put it on the bedside for him: "I'll return it later, you should get up and drink the medicine first."

Song Xinheng's shoulders were tense, and Song Xinshu urged him twice. When he saw him rubbing his eyes with his hands from under the quilt, he knew that he had fallen into the vicious circle of self-sorrow again.I went downstairs to make a registered express delivery, and when I returned upstairs, Song Xinheng was drinking medicine alone with a bowl in his hand. The moment they looked at each other, Song Xinshu saw that the corners of his eyes were red, and couldn't bear to ridicule him for his worthlessness, so he just drank the medicine. The empty bowl was brought out.

At noon on the day he was discharged from the hospital, Chancheng came to pick him up and bought a roast chicken to treat his stomach.When Chancheng went downstairs to go through the discharge procedures, Song Xinheng slowly changed into the hospital gown, sat on the bedside picking out the three-layered roast chicken bag, and had no appetite, nor did he really want to go home.Xiaoshu on the side tidied up his toiletries, glanced at Song Xinheng, and took out his wallet and ID card from his pocket and handed them to him.

"Hold your ID card, there is not much money in your wallet, save some money, remember to swipe your card if you don't have enough." Song Xinshu is obviously a younger brother, but always plays the role of an older brother. Song Xinshu returned the things he had kept for a while to the original owner.Song Xinheng withdrew his hand holding the bag, and Song Xinshu looked at his chin that had been reduced a lot, and felt that it was better to treat the symptoms than to cure the root cause: "I told Cancheng... you can go to him."

He took out the memo pad on his body, tore off a page, wrote an address silently, and handed it to Song Xinheng: "His family lives here now, and I will give you the address. Don't use it to do illegal things. Also, the return ticket is also I bought it, and I have to go back to work at eight o’clock tomorrow morning.”

Although risking that this man would never return, Song Xinshu still made a guarantee in front of Cancheng, and arranged for Song Xinheng, who still had needles on the back of his hand, to go away.Song Xinheng was empty-handed and didn't even have a bag on his back. Relying on a ten-yuan mask and holding his wallet, he landed peacefully in another city. When he stood at the gate of Fang Wei's community, he suddenly lost the confidence to step in.

He was hotheaded, and Song Xinshu stopped talking when he encouraged him.Holding on to those unwarranted courage, Song Xinheng, who was wearing long johns, felt guilty when he was watched by security guards and passing girls, his chin retracted into his neckline, and he only felt that he had underestimated the chill of the city.Hesitatingly moved to the door of the unit marked with the address, Song Xinheng sat on the cool stone bench, looking up at the countless small windows lit up in the evening.

The grandmother walking the dog left the unit door, and Song Xinheng got in, but he didn't have the courage to take the elevator, so he wandered in the corridor for a while. After finding out the distribution pattern of the house numbers, he retreated, silently calculating the square. Which window is in Wei's house?

After confirming that the lights on the balcony were on, Song Xinheng touched the tip of his frozen red nose, and his heart that had been empty for a long time suddenly felt at ease.After watching for half an hour, my ass was about to freeze, but the light went out without warning, and it seemed like I had stepped into a bottomless pit again. Song Xinheng frowned, thinking about what to do next, it was pitch black The door of the building opened suddenly, and a man with a backpack came out.

The man was dressed very thickly, and even his head was covered by a hooded down jacket, but even if he was wrapped into a ball, Song Xinheng could still recognize who he was.Holding his breath, he watched Fang Wei walking towards him. Song Xinheng dreamed halfway, but saw Fang Wei walking away from the corner, as if he was going to the supermarket. Realizing that the other party hadn't found him, Song Xinheng subconsciously stood up after being lucky. Followed far away.

After walking a few steps, he was stared at by a pair of faint green eyes.There was a cat on his back in the space capsule behind Fang Wei. He couldn't see the color of its fur, but the sight it cast was very intimidating.Song Xinheng, who was intimidated by a cat, obediently sat back in his original position, and only waited for another half an hour to pass. Fang Wei, who was carrying cat food in his hand, disappeared into the unit door again under Song Xinheng's gaze. after.