Cannon fodder male supporting role just wants to have a career

They rushed back to school before classes in the afternoon.

When Jiang Ling arrived in class, Li Fang had just finished wiping the blackboard. Watching him sit back in his seat, he turned his head and asked in a low voice, "Is Auntie feeling better? I see that you have been going there quite frequently. If you don't have enough time Those orders will be distributed."

"It's okay, my mother is fine, and she can be discharged from the hospital after another week or so." Jiang Ling felt a little guilty. Today he stood with Luo Yunfan on the 15th floor for a long time. When he came down, it was almost time, so he went to the 9th floor. , Mom was on a lunch break, so he greeted the head nurse and rushed back to school.

"I'm still doing the work in the future. It's easy to get money," Jiang Ling said in a low voice, "My mother might agree to the operation at some point, so I need to save more first."

"Okay," Li Fang nodded, "Pay attention to your body."

This evening, there were not many takeaway orders from "Love Deep", Jiang Ling got off work at normal time, and took some minced meat to feed the cat.

Xiao Sanhua grew up a bit during this time, Jiang Ling was surprised to find that the mother cat had returned and was grooming Sanhua in the tree hole.

As usual, he used chicken to coax the two cats out, and Jiang Ling habitually watched them eat while thinking about it.

"I saw the senior's mother today. His mother is so beautiful, like a fairy. How could anyone have the heart to hurt her? Looking at the senior, I can imagine how they usually get along. In the senior's heart, she must be the best in the world." Best mom ever."

On the campus, the boy who was smoking secretly in a blind corner of the surveillance system froze suddenly, and the smoke from his spit blurred his vision.

Outside the wall, the boy's clear voice came faintly: "I really hope his mother can wake up soon, the senior must be very bitter. When my mother got sick for the first time, I was going to collapse. You say, the senior must have It’s going to be hard work, isn’t it…”

Surprisingly, when Jiang Ling returned to the dormitory, Luo Yunfan had already returned, and was sitting at the desk doing homework.

The desks of the two are put together, with a small basket of strawberries in the middle.

Jiang Ling took out the information bag and mobile phone, checked today's order, searched for the required font from the mobile phone, practiced two lines on the draft paper, and then began to write.

The first two singles look like girls, the letter paper is elegant, and the required fonts are beautiful.

When I wrote the third order, I only asked for it to be simple and clean, with random fonts, so it should be the request of a boy.

Jiang Ling hadn't finished his homework today, since the other party didn't ask for anything, he planned to use the school's stationery and his own fonts.

Just as he was about to start writing, the small basket between the tables moved, and Luo Yunfan pushed it in front of him.

"It's delicious," Luo Yunfan looked up, "Try it."

Jiang Ling picked up a strawberry and put it in his mouth, it was so sweet.

Strawberries in this season are not naturally ripe, and most of them have no taste. It is rare to eat such sweet ones.

"Where did you buy it?" He looked up and asked, "I'll buy some for my mom tomorrow too."

Luo Yunfan paused, this strawberry is unavailable, it is a new variety from his own farm, and it was just airlifted here today.

He bowed his head: "...brought by relatives...how about..."

Before Luo Yunfan finished speaking, Jiang Ling had already understood: "Hey, you don't need it, and you don't have to buy it, so don't bother."

The other party was silent.

Jiang Ling completed all the orders three times, five times and two times, and then took out the homework. It was almost a little bit by the time they were all done.

After washing up casually, I fell asleep as soon as my head touched the pillow.

Two days later at noon, when Luo Yunfan arrived at the station, Jiang Ling was already sitting on a bench at the station, reading a collection of essays, and when he saw him coming, he jumped up and said hello, "I'll be there today too!"

Luo Yunfan nodded, "Are you going the next day?"

"Well," Jiang Ling put down the composition collection, "the food in the hospital is just like that. I wanted to go every day, but my mother wouldn't let me."

After a few words, the car came.

There were not many people today, and the two of them were able to sit together.Jiang Ling took out the composition collection and continued to read, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Luo Yunfan take out an envelope from his coat pocket.

Light blue, elegant and beautiful.

Inside is the letter paper of the same design and color, with beautiful multi-meter handwriting, and the opening chapter is "April Day in the World"...

Jiang Ling blushed.

Luo Yunfan only opened it for a few glances, then stuffed it back into his pocket.

He didn't bring anything to pass the time, and he didn't bother to take out his mobile phone, so he turned his head to look at Jiangling's composition collection in boredom.

There is a piece of paper in the composition collection, which is the reading reflection arranged by the Chinese teacher. After sending it out, Jiang Ling folded it a few times and put it in the book as a bookmark.

When Jiang Ling turned the pages of the book, he thought it was getting in the way, so he put it by his lap.

The two sat very close to the rear door of the car. When they arrived at one stop, the person who got out of the car behind got up and got out of the car. He accidentally bumped Jiang Ling's arm, and with a movement of his leg, the simple bookmark slid down.

Jiang Ling read the book into the play, and didn't notice it at all. Luo Yunfan reached out to pick up the bookmark, opened it and took a look.

The roommate's handwriting is good, clean and tidy.

When he arrived at the hospital that day, Jiang Ling bought lunch for his mother and was clearing the small dining table on the hospital bed when he found a basket of fresh strawberries on the bedside table.

"A Ling is here," Jiang's mother was in good spirits today, and greeted her son with a smile: "Come and taste this strawberry, it's so sweet."

Jiang Ling took the strawberry handed by his mother in his mouth, and took a bite. It was sweet and tasted the same as the one he ate last night.

"Is it delicious?" Jiang's mother said with a smile on her face, "Your sister Lingling brought it. She said that a patient thanked her for her care and gave it to her. We will share half of it for us to taste."

"Then I have to thank her!" Jiang Ling set the table and chopsticks and went to the nurse's station.

There was only one small nurse on duty in the nurse station. Seeing Jiang Ling looking for the head nurse, he hurriedly said, "Miss Lingling has gone to the 15th floor. She has been helping there at noon for the past few days."

Jiang Ling walked back to the ward, went to the nurse's station after dinner, and thanked the head nurse sincerely.

When he went back, he thought, maybe, he should thank one more person.

Study, part-time job, hospital, dormitory, Jiangling's daily life is busy and fulfilling, and two weeks passed in a flash.

Suddenly there was a private message in the post bar.

Jiang Ling touched his forehead after reading it.

Someone asked him to deliver a love letter.

During recess, Li Fang looked back at him: "If you don't want to go, just go back!"

Jiang Ling looked indifferent: "It's okay, why don't you make money if you have money." After finishing speaking, he felt a little guilty: "I really haven't sent a love letter, so it's fine to just lower your head and hand over the things when the time comes?"

"You said they were boring or not," Li Fang was a little irritable: "Dare to write a love letter but dare not send it. I don't have any courage to love anything. Even if I become one, I will break up the relationship!"

Jiang Ling pushed him: "Stop talking nonsense, have some professional ethics!"

In the evening, the sun was hanging at one end of the playground, and it was so red that it refused to set. Jiang Ling came to the playground with the envelope according to the instructions of the entrustment.

Sitting on the parallel bars was a boy with a tall back, watching the sunset motionless.

Jiang Ling didn't dare to look further, walked over with his head down, stretched out his hand from behind the person and passed it under the person's nose, "Student, someone asked me to give this to you."

The other party seemed to turn around, but did not take it.

A minute passed, and the air was strangely silent.

Jiang Ling couldn't take it anymore, he thought to just put the love letter in his arms and forget it, but he never thought that when he looked up, he saw a pair of familiar eyes.

"Luo...Senior Luo..."

Jiang Ling was dumbfounded, and sent the love letter to an acquaintance, or a roommate, should we meet again after this?

The envelope in his hand was accepted, Jiang Ling heaved a sigh of relief, and wanted to run away.

"Don't go!" The boy sitting on the parallel bars said, his words were cold: "What is this?"

"Ah?" Jiang Ling was stunned, sending the love letter is not responsible for explaining.

While speaking, Luo Yunfan had already opened the envelope, and pulled out a piece of school letter paper from it.

"You wrote it?" The tall boy jumped off the parallel bars and stood in front of Jiang Ling.

"How... how...??" Jiang Ling didn't finish his sentence, looking at the love letter in the boy's hand, he blushed suddenly.

Unsigned envelopes, school stationery, familiar fonts...

"It's your writing, exactly the same as the writing on your bookmark."

Jiang Ling's face was about to bleed, the love letter was written by him, he sent it, it was not signed, and I don't know who sent it... It's hard to argue.

"Then, I'll take it first..."

Jiang Ling was startled, and looked up, the boy's eyes were like black holes that could swallow everything, swallowing Jiang Ling's consciousness.

Jiang Ling was in a trance until he went to bed at night.

The world is shaking.

Jiang Ling turned sideways to secretly look at the opposite bed, the twilight light of the moon broke through the darkness, caressed the sleeping boy's face, danced again, entered Jiang Ling's eyes, flowed into the heart along the blood vessels, and made everything stable again.

A familiar feeling came to my heart again, as if something wanted to burst out, but it stopped because of a thin film.

Jiang Ling hid from Luo Yunfan for several days, but he always involuntarily ran to the small playground in the evening, peeking at the boy watching the sunset from behind.

Until one night, when he got up to go to the bathroom, he heard the suppressed "Mom" from the opposite bed again.

The next day, Jiang Ling arrived at the station at lunch time, and followed Luo Yunfan to the hospital. In the evening, the two of them sat on the parallel bars together and gazed at the sunset together.

day to day.

The sun was very red and big that day, falling far on the horizon.

Jiang Ling sat next to Luo Yunfan, turned his face and asked him: "Why do you like watching the sunset?"

Luo Yunfan still had that blush in his eyes, and answered in a low voice:

"In one day, I saw 44 sunsets."

"You know, when people are sad sometimes, they like sunsets."

Familiar words echoed in his ears, and a sea of ​​clouds suddenly appeared in front of Jiang Ling. Above the sea of ​​clouds, the setting sun was like a shining diamond, forming a huge ring with the horizon.

He muttered to himself, completely overlapping with Luo Yunfan's voice:

"So you watched the sunset 44 times that day because you were sad?

Memories flooded into Jiang Ling's mind in an instant.

On the flyover, the man frowned: "Have you played enough?"...

On the red carpet, a man strode towards him like a knight in armor...

A warm embrace in the cold rain...

Amphitheater, fingers intertwined...

The dark and dilapidated wine tasting room, the injured but smiling face of the man...

In the sound of firecrackers in the New Year, death is lingering...

Jiang Yueyun stood in the middle of the storm, and the surrounding scenes flashed rapidly, Jiang Ling and Luo Yunfan, Jiang Yueyun and Lu Chengfeng.

Fragments of memory drowned him like a tornado, and finally, the words Jiangling & Luo Yunfan on the top of Juliet's arch completely merged with Jiang Yueyun & Lu Chengfeng...

Time began to pass quickly, and in just a few breaths, Jiang Yueyun was standing at the elevator entrance on the 15th floor of the hospital, and the collapsed Lu Chengfeng fell to his knees.

The head nurse had red eyes and whispered "sorry", the gentle and beautiful woman in the VIP ward was covered by a snow-white sheet.

Father Lu came over the next day, looking at his wife who was not breathing and his son who had collapsed, his brows were furrowed.

Lu Chengfeng's condition was very bad. Lu's father had a thorough discussion with Professor Zhang from the hospital all night, and made a decision on the third day.

Jiang Yueyun remembered that when she went back to school, she spent a week in anxiety and anticipation, but what she was waiting for was the news that Lu Chengfeng had gone abroad with her father for treatment, and there was no news from then on.

Now, he knows the outcome and has the opportunity to make a choice.

He came to the hospital and sat next to Lu Chengfeng under Lu's father's suspicious gaze.

He couldn't change Lu's father's decision, but he wanted to try to talk to Lu Chengfeng.

The tall boy in the past was curled up on the bed, haggard and fragile, Jiang Yueyun took one of his hands and rubbed it gently with both.

"I don't know if you can hear what I said now, but I still want to tell you." He gently stroked Lu Chengfeng's hair and whispered in his ear.

"Maybe in your opinion, when your mother dies, you lose her completely, but I don't agree."

"Your mother is a great woman. Her Shuyu Foundation has helped countless poor and disabled children, giving them food, clothing, education..."

"Her good deeds, in every child's heart, will always exist in yours and mine."

"She..." Jiang Yueyun stopped suddenly, there was still a lot to say, but in Lu Chengfeng's blank and helpless eyes, all the words seemed pale and powerless.For others, losing this person is just feeling and sighing when thinking about this person while busy, but for Lu Chengfeng, he lost almost everything.

How can you force a child who loves his mother to accept the most heart-piercing result?

Lu's father walked in, said "thank you" in a low voice, and directed people to help Lu Chengfeng into the wheelchair and walked to the laboratory on the 12th floor.

Jiang Yueyun followed behind them, watching the wheelchair roll forward little by little, entering the door of the laboratory little by little.

Perhaps it was fate to lose this person again?

The moment the door closed, it was knocked open again, and Jiang Yueyun rushed over. He clung to the armrest of the wheelchair, tears streaming down his face.

At this moment, there is no chicken soup philosophy to speak of. For the first time in his life, he wanted to be selfish for himself.

He looked at Lu Chengfeng's indifferent eyes, and leaned forward with a trembling voice: "Luo Yunfan, Lu Chengfeng, no matter who you are, please... don't forget me..."

The author has something to say: finally coming home

The part of the setting sun is still quoted from "The Little Prince"