Heartburn

Fu Nan'an's tone was very gentle, interrupting Chi Zhao's twisted thoughts.

"Professor, why are you here?" Chi Zhao showed an unnatural smile, temporarily pulled away from the emotions on the verge of collapse, and moved to the side of the bench, "You sit first."

"Thank you," Fu Nan'an sat down beside him slowly, and with a gentle voice, the faint sound of sandalwood came to his face, he said, "I can't rest assured that something like this happened, you and I are fine at home, just come and see look."

The two spices of Shen Tan have the effect of calming the nerves. Fu Nan'an sometimes sips it, and the faint woody aroma lingers in his nose, which gradually eases the original anxious mood. Chi Zhao scratched his head and smiled a little embarrassedly: "The phone call before I jumped for you, right? I didn't know, so I went to you."

"Well, it was a bit strange when I first received it," Fu Nan'an smiled, "But after hearing your conversation, I quickly understood...Why were you in Zhizhi's ward at that time?"

"I just suddenly felt a little uneasy. I wanted to come over and take a look. Who knows..."

Recalling the situation at that time, Chi Zhao still fell into the mood of fear: "It's all my fault for being too careless. I will be a little unhappy at night, I shouldn't leave at night, I..."

"You've done a good job." Fu Nan'an interrupted him gently.

Chi Zhao opened his mouth: "But..."

"There's nothing wrong with it," Fu Nan'an said. "Everyone's emotions and feelings are unique. You're not him. You don't know what he's been through. It's good to be able to do this. Don't blame yourself."

Communicating with Fu Nan'an is a very comfortable thing. He doesn't talk about big reasons, but his gentle words can speak to your heart.Speaking of which, Ji Chizhao is just a senior student, a young man in his 20s who has never experienced life and death. It is normal to feel annoyed and powerless when he is caught off guard by such a sudden encounter.

But now the faint scent of sandalwood is looming, Chi Zhao is sitting on the bench, listening to Fu Nan'an's voice, his sharp emotions seem to have finally found an outlet, he just looks at Fu Nan'an, sees his indifferent expression and The slightly drooping eyes, the emotions accumulated in the chest just dissipated, warm blood flowed into the heart, and the eyes lit up again, like a ray of spring breeze blowing in from the top of a cold and silent snow mountain, from then on, the peaks turned around, and the willows were dark and the flowers were bright.

Yeah, he's already doing his best.

The tragedy did not happen, Zhizhi will get better.

Whether the eyes are black or white, sometimes it is just a state of mind.

Professor Fu's eyes are dark, but he can bring you a bright world.

Zhizhi's injury is not serious. Although it is not life-threatening, he has to stay in the emergency room for 24 hours. After a whole night, Fu Nan'an is in the morning clinic, and Chi Zhao stays to continue to take care of Zhizhi.

Not long after the incident, Zou Anhe rushed to the hospital, followed by Zhizhi's parents. After the rescue, the couple cried and rushed to Zhizhi who was still lying on the hospital bed. stop.

"Mister and Madam, please restrain yourself," the nurse blocked them with her arms, "The patient needs to rest now, please don't disturb him."

Zhizhi was awake all the time, lying on the hospital bed without saying a word, Zhi's mother was crying beside her, and Zhi's father's eyes were red, Zhizhi just lowered his eyelids and lay on the hospital bed, not quiet like a child of this age.

"Let the child rest first," Zou Anhe stepped forward and patted the shoulders of the two, saying, "Let's go out and talk."

Zou Anhe took the two to the ophthalmology office, Chi Zhao followed behind, and helped them get a glass of warm water.

"Drink some water." Chi Zhao said.

"Thank you."

"Thank you."

After delivering the water, Chi Zhao didn't speak again. Zou Anhe asked the two of them, "Have you said anything to Zhizhi these two days? I saw him in a good mood two days ago, why did he..."

"Don't say anything!"

Zhifu hurriedly denied, while Zhimu stammered, "Is it...that..."

Zou Anhe asked, "What?"

Zhi's father shook his head again and denied, "Nothing."

"Uncle and aunt, you'd better tell Teacher Zou if you have anything to say." Chi Zhao couldn't stand watching, and interrupted, "Otherwise, I know that the root problem here cannot be solved, and there may be more problems in the future."

Zou Anhe nodded and said "Indeed", Zhizhi's mother hesitated for a while, but finally relented: "This is Dr. Zou, we want...to keep Zhizhi here."

Zou Anhe frowned: "What do you mean by staying here?"

"It's just staying in the hospital," Zhimu smiled coyly, subconsciously helped her stomach, "I... I'm pregnant, and we plan to have another child."

Zou Anhe frowned even tighter: "So I know you plan to ignore it?"

"No, no, we will pay the medical expenses as usual," Zhimu hurriedly shook her head, explaining, "We are not short of the money, but we plan to go abroad to give birth to this child, so we may leave Zhizhi to stay here alone for a while... ..."

"A period of time?" Zou Anhe asked, "How long exactly?"

Zhimu smiled awkwardly and said, "Not sure yet."

The three of them were communicating about Zhizhi in the office, and Chi Zhao was listening by the side, feeling uncomfortable in every possible way.

In all fairness, this pair of parents knew a lot, just the hospitalization fee in the hospital was a lot of money, but now that Zhizhi was only six years old, they were going to leave him here to go abroad to have children... Among them The profound meaning of is self-evident, which means that they have given up Zhizhi as a "defective product".

Of course Zou Anhe knew the meaning of it, and persuaded with some embarrassment: "But Zhizhi is still so young, you just let him stay in the country alone."

"That can't be helped, doctor," Zhizhi's father interrupted Zou Anhe, brows tightly knit together, "You know the condition of the child's eyes, we have no choice."

It is quite difficult.

In fact, it is difficult to simply judge right and wrong in reality. Zhizhi is the age that needs parents, but parents also have their own lives and will gradually grow old. This topic is too heavy, and Chi Zhao can't listen to it. He is silent. Pushing open the office door and returning to the emergency observation room, Zhizhi was still lying on the bed without saying a word, his eyelashes cast a shadow on his bloodless cheek, and his expression was gloomy.

"Brother Chi Zhao, are you here?"

Seeing Chi Zhao at this time, Zhizhi seemed a little embarrassed. He pursed his pale and dry lips, forced a smile, and said, "I'm sorry, Brother Chi Zhao, did I hurt you?"

In the process of fighting for the knife, Zhizhi did scratch Chi Zhao, but it was only a small wound. Afterwards, Chi Zhao quickly took care of himself. Looking at Zhi Zhi who was full of guilt at this time, Chi Zhao felt even more distressed. This is a careful and kind child, but he has come to the point where he wants to end his life.

"I'm sorry," Zhizhi was still apologizing, cautiously, "Don't hate me, please."

"I won't hate you," Chi Zhao resisted the sour eyes, stroked his hair with his fingertips, "Good boy, brother doesn't hate you."

"Yeah." Zhizhi gave a short hum, as if relieved but still stuck in his own thoughts, his eyes fixed on the tightly bandaged wound on his wrist, and asked Chi Zhao in a daze , "What about Mom and Dad?"

Chi Zhao didn't react for a while: "Huh?"

"Will Mom and Dad hate me?" Zhizhi bit her lip and asked, "I saw them coming...do they want me?"

The soft voice with a nasal sound pierced Chi Zhao's heart at once, Zhizhi was afraid, Chi Zhao knew that he knew that he should comfort him at this time, "No, those are your parents, they won't want to You." But looking at Zhizhi's pale and lifeless face, Chi Zhao suddenly wanted to tell him something else.

"Zhizhi." Chi Zhao called Zhizhi's name seriously.

Zhizhi blinked: "Huh?"

"Mom and Dad gave birth to you and raised you, but your life is your own." Chi Zhao raised his head to make him look at him, with a serious tone, "I know it's hard to feel this way, but even if they don't want you, You should also respect your own life and not end it just because other people don't like it."

Zhizhi was taken aback for a moment, he had never seen such a serious Chi Zhao, Chi Zhao knew that this was frightening the child, so he relaxed his wrist slightly, and smiled softly: "Didn't I tell you, my brother's parents I don't want my brother."

Of course Chi Zhao will take care of the children, because he grew up in an orphanage, and there are always many younger brothers and sisters around him.It's not that he doesn't have parents, it's just that they don't want to love him.They often quarreled, but they had a tacit understanding on one thing-spraying their anger on him. Chi Zhao was often beaten and bruised when he was a child, but he was not even allowed to cry.

It was a remote and dark countryside, and no one around was willing to help him. As long as he could remember, he wanted to escape from that place, so he sneaked into the neighbor's open truck in the middle of the night and entered the city. After going back and forth to many places, he finally Discovered by well-meaning community workers, the Internet was not yet developed at that time. Chi Zhao insisted that he had no parents, and was finally adopted by an orphanage, which saved him from the fate of being beaten to death.

The memory is a bit long, but it is still clear when I recall it. Chi Zhao gently told Zhizhi his story. When he glanced at the window, the sun was shining outside the window, and a grandfather was pushing a cotton candy cart past him.

Chi Zhao lowered his head and asked Zhizhi, "Want to eat cotton candy?"

Without waiting for Zhizhi to answer, he stood up on his own, "Brother, no one liked or cared when I was a child, so I liked myself. What I wanted most at that time was to be able to eat a piece of marshmallow. I never People are willing to give it to me, but now that I have grown up, I can eat as many pieces as I want-my brother will also buy it for you now."

It's impossible to say that you don't hate, that's too fake, those scars are all burned deep in your memory, until now Chi Zhao still wakes up from nightmares from time to time.

When he first arrived at the orphanage, his body was covered with wounds, blood mixed with mud and clothes stuck to the wounds. The teacher at the orphanage asked him if it hurt. He gasped in pain, but shook his head decisively and said: " It doesn't hurt anymore."

Fate is not always fair. Some people are defects caused by congenital diseases, and some people are scars caused by their original families. They are different in height, short, fat and thin, but Chi Zhao never gave up on himself. He wants to look forward .

Chi Zhao walked to the porch with a smile: "Wait, brother will buy you the biggest cotton—"

In the middle of the conversation, Chi Zhao suddenly fell silent.

The door was open, and Fu Nan'an stood there at some point.Leaning on his blind cane with one hand, he just silently looked at the direction Chi Zhao was standing in, his light gray eyes were like a dense mist that couldn't be removed.