Facing scumbags, I choose BE

When Chu Qingxi came out of the shower, he sat on the bed with a "grunt" and the whole bed bounced up and down. Jing Huan felt uncomfortable in his chest. He closed his eyes and fell asleep, ignoring Chu Qing's movements.

Not long after the other party went to bed, the sound of breathing changed from rough at the beginning to a faint and even sound, and Jing Huan heard them all one by one.

He felt that he was becoming more and more worthless, and he cared so much about Chu Qing's every move, which he didn't do before.

……

The next day.

When Jing Huan woke up, the bedside was already empty.

Jing Huan raised his eyes and saw that Chu Qing's quilt was empty. When he left, he didn't even feel a little bit. Maybe last night he was so uncomfortable that he slept too late, and the rustling movements in the morning didn't wake him up.

He got up, dizzy in his head, and almost fell.

He quickly stabilized the bedside table, sat on the bed and rested for a while, just now his eyes went dark, could it be caused by getting up late?

Jing Huan rested for a while and stood up slowly. He was really old. He used to stay up all night with Chu Qing and wake up alive the next day, but now he just felt uncomfortable all night, and felt dizzy when he went to bed late.

He brushed his teeth and washed his face as usual and then started to make breakfast...

Everything is ready, and then go out to buy groceries.

But when he came back from shopping for groceries, the pain in his chest hadn't passed, and Jing Huan realized that things might be a little different from what he thought.

He barely ate two mouthfuls of food at noon, and he was the only one in the family who was fine.

He opened the drawer on the bedroom wardrobe and took out the case sheet that hadn't been used for a long time.

He changed his clothes and went out.

After half an hour.

Urban Ninth People's Hospital.

Ruojia tightly wrapped in a heavy down jacket

The weather in the afternoon was extremely gloomy, and the cold wind howling was slightly lower than yesterday's temperature.

There were people coming and going at the gate of the city hospital, men, women and children, all wearing heavy cotton-padded clothes, masks and hats.

Hospitals are different from other places. It seems that every day, many people come in, then go out, then come in, and then go out.

Jing Huan looked at the big word "Hospital" on the building, wrapped his scarf tightly and walked inside.

The central air conditioner is turned on in the hall, and the feeling of going in and going out is different every day.

so comfy.

He hadn't been to the hospital for a long time, and he was a little overwhelmed when he got here. After passing the main hall of the hospital, he seemed to walk inside. There seemed to be no end in sight at both ends of a long north-south passage.

In the aisle, a woman walked past him crookedly with her stomach outstretched, and a young man beside him supported her, and said in a low voice, "Go slowly."

A middle-aged man in front stood there holding a mobile phone, as if he was waiting for something. He looked at the angle of the man standing, and there was a small rectangular row on the door opposite the man, which read: "Ear, Nose and Throat"

Jing Huan frowned, and he walked over to the man and asked, "Hello, how can I get to the Thoracic Surgery Department?"

......

Two 10 minutes later.

Jing Huan came to the B-ultrasound room on the second floor. After he went to the thoracic surgery department on the third floor, he had a chest X-ray and described his uncomfortable symptoms. The doctor told him that there was no problem and asked him to go for a B-ultrasound Take a closer look.

Maybe it's not the boobs.

There are a lot of people in the B-ultrasound room, and he took the number and waited there.

After about 10 minutes, a doctor came out and shouted, "Jing Huan."

Jing Huan recruited and walked over.

Lying on a small bed made of blue paper, the female nurse saw him smiling gently: "Undo the clothes and pull them up."

After a while, another white-clothed nurse rubbed the latex-like transparent solid on the part near his penis, and rubbed it back and forth with a machine.

There was a tingling cold sensation, and even though the air conditioner was on in the room in winter, Jing Huan still shivered uncontrollably.

He felt like the hairs all over his body were going to be tied up.

After a while, the nurse who examined him looked up at him with a look of pity in his eyes: "How long have you been suffering?"

"It was like this about half a year ago. It seemed to hurt a few times, but then it got better for a while, and it's a little bit more these days." Jing Huan thought about it, and explained it truthfully.

The nurse said "hmm"

Then he exchanged a glance with another colleague, frowning slightly.

"Apply some coupling agent on him, and check it again." The colleague went up and applied some paste-like objects to Jing Huan.

Jing Huan suddenly missed a beat.

He glanced at the nurse who was sitting in front of the computer and operating the equipment. Her side face was solemn, and there was no other expression on her face.

But from her question just now, Jing Huan seemed to feel something different.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to ask, but after a second thought, the nurse would naturally tell him if there was any problem. Thinking of this, he closed his mouth tightly and did not intend to ask.

But a heart is always hanging in the air, neither up nor down.

2 minutes passed.

The nurse said, "Okay."

As her voice fell, a list was also printed in the printer next to her.

The nurse took a pen to sign the paper, and finally turned to look at him with regret: "You have breast cancer."

It seemed like a bolt from the blue.

He didn't know how he got out of the gate of the hospital.

The nurse said that breast cancer is generally more common among women, but this disease is not exclusive to women, and the disease does not distinguish between men and women. His case has reached the middle and late stages.

The nurse gave him a name and asked him to go down to the account of an expert to take a closer look. Finally, he paused and told him that maybe he could go abroad to see if the conditions were good.

After saying thank you to the nurse, he came out with the report card.

Before the nurse left, he wrote a name on the report, and he hurriedly glanced at it: Lin Yiran.

The nurse said that he is the best expert in this field in their hospital, and they can ask him to have a look.

Jing Huan said thank you and left.

His mind is buzzing, and his heart is in a mess. Because he wears a lot of clothes, he can't see anything unusual in the eyes of outsiders, but when he walks in and observes carefully, he is trembling slightly now.

Jing Huan squeezed the report card in his hand, and there was a dead silence in his eyes.

He turned on his mobile phone to check the disease, and the explanation given on the Internet is: women are more affected and men are less.Inducing the disease may be caused by staying up late for a long time, excessive mental stress, long-term depressed mood and irregular diet.

But having less is not the same as having none.

He is one in ten million of that misfortune.

Jing Huan is not in the mood to see a doctor today, he needs to find a place to soothe himself.

Let him accept the bad news himself.

Is there any difference between the middle and late period and the sentence of death?

There is no difference between seeing a doctor one day earlier and one day later, right?

Jing Huan suddenly smiled.

How did he get this disease?

He went to the platform to take the bus home, and he folded the report into several pieces and stuffed them into the pocket of the down jacket.

In a daze, he got out of the car, and the gatekeeper of the community at the entrance on the road greeted him with a friendly smile.

Jing Huan raised his hand and responded with a smile.

home.

He walked into the study room, put away his inspection report, and stuffed it in the folder of a book he was reading.

One afternoon, he sat on the sofa, sitting upright like air, without any movement.

If it wasn't for his faint breathing, it would feel as if he didn't exist in the world at all.

Jing Huan didn't cry.

He knew he had this disease, but he didn't cry at all.

He was just thinking about his life for the past few years.

Thinking about what happened during the years when he and Chu Qing knew each other.

12 years ago.

He was still a high school student.

One day, he left No. [-] Middle School by bicycle.

I wanted to go home directly, but I remembered the bookstore owner at the back door of the school I had made an appointment with before, and asked him to help bring a science magazine.

I was busy with the exam a few days ago, so I forgot about it.

Now, the estimates have arrived.

Thinking of this, Jing Huan turned the front of the car back home and rode in the alley behind the school.

The alley was relatively backlit, and it took a while to turn the corner to get to the bookstore.

Maybe it was destiny.

A piece of broken glass was stuck in his car suddenly, Jing Huan had to get out of the car due to the "sizzling" sound of the stairs, and a large piece of the front tire was flat.

He frowned and thought about repairing the car first or buying books first?

In the end, he decided to go to the bookstore to buy books first, because he knew that there was a car repair shop not far from the bookstore on that road.

Make money for students.

So I bought the book and pushed it over, just in time to repair it.

Think so.

Jing Huan walked forward step by step.

There was a secret voice in the alley, and as Jing Huan's footsteps got closer, the voice became clearer and rougher.

"When will the money be paid back? Wasn't it agreed last time for a week?"

"That's right, Brother Jiang's money, if you borrow it, is it for nothing? You should pay it back." As he spoke, the sound of kicking and beating came to his ears.

Jing Huan stopped involuntarily, and before the corner, he caught a glimpse of:

Three or four boys kicked and kicked another boy.

Those standing boys are probably about the same age as him. They are all students, but the difference is that he is wearing a school uniform. Those few people have dyed yellow hair and loose clothes. One of them is wearing a black jacket with his back facing him. a skull.

Jing Huan felt disgusted when he saw it.

The boy on the ground only saw him wearing a pair of worn-out blue and white sneakers and blue jeans that were somewhat whitish.

It seemed to be kicked to the main part, and the people on the ground couldn't help but "hum" twice.

But there was still no signal of begging for mercy.

When the other party saw it, they laughed a few times: "Look, this kid is really tough."

"Ha, that's right, I won't hit you if you are so tough, Chu Qing, tell me, what should I do with the money?"

"Today, we have to bring the money back, otherwise, you know the brothers are not easy to get along with, and if Brother Jiang blames us, it will be difficult for us."

As he said that, the yellow-haired one wearing a skull shook his head helplessly, as if he knew clearly that he would not let him have a good time.

Chu Qing didn't even look at them, she looked up at the sky and didn't speak.

The few people were impatient, and one kicked up again: "Speak, if you don't speak, are you pretending to be dead?"

"Do you think you can hide without speaking? Do you think you can run twice if you let you run once?"

Those few were annoyed by Chu Qing's silence, and stepped on them when they stepped up.

The people on the ground groaned and groaned in pain.

Jing Huan watched there, feeling a little unbearable.

"It's okay if you don't pay it back. Brother Jiang already knew what kind of virtue you are. Mud can't support things on the wall. Brother Jiang said that if you really can't take it out, you can take something from you and bring it to him."

After kicking the skull, he brushed off the dust that didn't exist on his body, and looked at Chu Qing slowly with his face raised and his eyes squinted.

When Chu Qing heard it, she flinched for no reason, but remained silent.

"Brother Jiang said that he wanted the arm you borrowed from him. If you cut off this arm and give it to him, he can also use it as your capital to repay the money."

After speaking, several people looked at each other and laughed.

After laughing, one of them was infinitely contemptuous, and spit at Chu Qing: "He? Brother Chen, look at how aggressive he is, does he dare to cut off his hand for Brother Jiang?"

"That is, you said that grandma needs to see a doctor when she is sick. Damn it, isn't your father's responsibility for your grandma's illness? Why is it your grandson's turn?"

Everyone chimed in again.

"I heard that his father and his mother divorced, and neither of them wanted him, haha, so pitiful, and then threw it to his grandma." A teenager in a blue sweater smacked his lips: "Then, his grandma is sick again." Now, he has become an old man, ha ha, he is just a poor little nobody wants

. "

Listening from behind, Jing Huan suddenly sighed inwardly. Chu Qing lying on the ground is also a pitiful person.

Looking at those people again, they all laughed very loudly.

Jing Huan felt that these people were too much.

I don't feel resentful in my heart.

At this time-

"It's just that I don't have to pay back the money I owe? It's still the money owed to Brother Jiang."

"If you want me to say, Brother Chen, let's stop talking nonsense, cut off his hand and bring it back, what is there to say to this kid." Blue Clothes looked at the skeleton and suggested conscientiously.

"Well, it's getting dark soon, let's go back to eat quickly."

"Kuu~" A bright short dagger flashed from the skull's waist: "Let's get started."

When Jing Huan saw it, he couldn't help but stepped forward: "Wait a minute."

By the time he reacted, he had already lifted his foot and walked a few steps.

It's not even possible to return.

What's more, he didn't think about going back on his word at that time.

Thoughts were drawn back, Jing Huan thought, if he hadn't stepped out to stop Chu Qing back then.

Maybe he and Chu Qing wouldn't know each other, and there wouldn't be so many years of wastage.

Maybe there will be one more elite and one more disabled child in the world.

But the world is impermanent, some people are destined to be entangled like two magnets, and one day they will converge and attract each other.