not as sweet as you

Luo Xing looked down at his watch, it was 12:30.

He is leaving.

"I only took a half-day vacation with the teacher. If there is nothing else, my classmates and I will go back to Jiangcheng. Please pay attention to your body." Luo Xing looked at him with cold sweat but forced himself to grit his teeth and endured it, and lowered his eyes .

He already looked so miserable that those words could neither comfort him nor change the truth.

When he came to Beishi today, he already had the answer he wanted, and the others...

Luo Xing thought about it, in fact, he already had the best thing in the world that he could think of.

He is very satisfied.

Those things, let them pass, he survived the 17 years without his father.

As soon as Luo Xing's words fell, the ward immediately fell into an embarrassing silence.

Luo Zhiyuan didn't seem to expect that he could be so calm, without blame or resentment, and just listened to a story quietly.

Then, he was leaving.

"Yes, why don't you go have a meal before you go, maybe the hospital's meal is... not very tasty, I..." Luo Zhiyuan clutched the corner of the quilt, his face pale.

"I think, stay with you for a while, okay?" Luo Zhiyuan looked at Luo Xing almost pleadingly.

He made a lot of small movements, very similar to Luo Xing, he pursed his lips and clenched his fingers, and he restrained himself from saying anything.

He couldn't hear Luo Zhiyuan's voice, but could only see his lips moving, and his silent words carried an uncomfortable tranquility.

"Actually, I have a lot of things I want to tell you, since I met your mother, and since you were born." Luo Zhiyuan lowered his eyes and smiled, then raised his head again, looking at Luo Xing expectantly.

"I still want to hear from you, from the first day of school, getting the first certificate, and writing the first composition..." Luo Zhiyuan looked at his fingers, closed his eyes and whispered: "Experience your life every step of the way.”

In the end, Luo Xing even felt that Luo Zhiyuan was just telling himself, weaving a dream for himself, where he could start all over again.

Luo Xing looked at his face that was so thin that it was almost out of shape. Although his skin was pale and lifeless, it made people think that he should be a good-looking man when he was healthy.

Luo Xing hadn't really seen death with his own eyes, but looking at him, he still couldn't help asking: "Stem cell transplantation is available for blood cancer, didn't your family help you apply?"

Luo Zhiyuan shook his head and chuckled, this action almost exhausted all the strength he had been straining for so many days.

"I've done it before, but the matching doesn't match." Luo Zhiyuan laughed at himself: "Maybe this is fate."

Luo Xing looked at him with a slight frown, those eyes that were extremely similar to his own were full of despair, as if he was a person waiting to die.

"you……"

As soon as Luo Ling started to speak, the door was pushed open from the outside, it was Ye Qiaoqiao.

"Luo Xing, the teacher said that there is an exam in the afternoon, and asked when we will go back." Ye Qiaoqiao didn't even look at Luo Zhiyuan on the bed, and said to herself.

"Let's go." Luo Xing took one last look at Luo Zhiyuan and bowed slightly: "Take care."

Luo Zhiyuan nodded, heaving a sigh of relief, but at the same time feeling very uncomfortable.

It seems that there is no fate between him and this child in this life, and it will probably never be possible to call him father.

Luo Zhiyuan looked at his back, moved his lips, and said for a long while, "Okay."

**

Luo Xing and Ye Qiaoqiao left the inpatient department, the sky cleared, and the haze was torn open a small opening, and the sunlight was stuffed in desperately, which was a bit dazzling.

"What exam in the afternoon?" Luo Xing asked while flipping through his phone, "I didn't hear what Teacher Cheng said..."

"There is no exam, I lied to you." Ye Qiaoqiao smiled unabashedly with her hands behind her back.

Under the sunlight, the gray-blue eyes looked like fine gemstones, shining brightly.

After Ye Qiaoqiao listened to the corner over there, she returned to this corner again. It was a heart-warming drama, and both of them were movie kings.

Bi Ji Chang'an will still act.

"..."

Luo Xing smiled, but said without point: "I know what you are worried about."

Ye Qiaoqiao was taken aback, feeling the loneliness and bitterness in his voice, she couldn't help but feel a throbbing pain in her heart.

Both of her parents died since she was a child, and she has been by Ye Ren's side since she can remember. She has never experienced any hardships, but at this moment, she felt the deepest pain in Luo Xing's heart for no reason.

Ye Qiaoqiao murmured, and asked in a low voice, hesitant to speak: "Then...you know that they tricked you into donating bone marrow?"

Luo Xing nodded lightly, sighing and whispering: "I didn't know at first, but later he sent more and more private messages on Weibo. The other party asked me to come very urgently. It's really inconvenient for him to go to Jiangcheng. , the purpose is to let me meet that person."

When a person is about to die, there is no way to move around, unless there is someone who can save him in that place.

Luo Xing is just a student, he has no fame or fortune, the only thing he can give to others, or "father", is probably his flesh and blood.

He laughed softly, not knowing whether it was sarcasm or what, suddenly raised his head again, looking at the sunshine that had finally peeled off a glimmer of haze.

"I should be his last hope, so he..." Luo Xing sneered: "Do everything possible to let me see him in pain... Bet I won't be soft-hearted..."

Ye Qiaoqiao didn't hear the last sentence clearly, but judging from his expression, he must be feeling very sad right now.

The first time I saw my father was when he needed to go to the operating table for him.

Ye Qiaoqiao paused, it was difficult for an upright official to decide on housework, and it was not good for her to interfere in other people's choices.

"What about you, will you donate?" Ye Qiaoqiao asked cautiously, for fear of breaking something.

"I……"

"Two classmates." Lin Xicheng was holding things in his hands, and the smile on his face was as gentle as when they first met in the ward.

"Luo Xing, can I take a moment of your time?" Lin Xicheng didn't even look at Ye Qiaoqiao who was next to him, his eyes were fixed on his face.

It was only then that Luo Xing took the time to look at him. He was about the same height as Luo Zhiyuan, with slender and clean fingers. Even though he was accompanying him in the hospital day and night, he still took care of himself.

"I want to tell you something...your father didn't tell you." Lin Xicheng looked at Luo Xing's calm eyes, lowered his head and thought, Luo Zhiyuan's heart was soft after all, and he didn't mention the bone marrow donation at all!

**

Lin Xicheng was extremely haggard, the red blood in his eyes almost covered the white eyeballs, intertwined into a net.

"Me too, there's nothing I can do... I know I shouldn't disturb your peaceful life, but..." Lin Xicheng took a deep breath before resuming the topic: "You are the only one who can save him now... ..."

Luo Xing's mind was in a mess, and he quietly looked down at the shoulders of the man standing in front of him trembling violently, and found that he was about to cry.

Lin Xicheng pulled his hair fiercely, as if he wanted to tear away all the suppressed emotions in his heart.

"You may not know that when he got sick, he said that all the bones in his body hurt like being crushed. I can't help it. I can only watch him suffer..."

Lin Xicheng said, and finally began to tremble brightly, and clenched his hands on both sides: "I can't let him undergo chemotherapy and wait for the fuel to run out, but after so long, there is no suitable match. Get up."

Lin Xicheng grasped Luo Xing's slender wrist, and said pleadingly: "I beg you, for the sake of his being your father and giving you a life, can you save him? What do you want?" I will give you everything, as long as you are willing to save him."

Before Ye Qiaoqiao choked a dirty word in her throat, she saw Lin Xicheng bent her knees and knelt down straight in front of Luo Xing.

In front of the main entrance of the No.1 People's Hospital in Beishi, a thin man knelt down straight for a student-looking man.

"I beg you, save him."

It was not good for Lin Xicheng to stop them. Everyone who came and went looked at them, and some even started pointing.

"As long as you are willing to save him, I promise you anything."

Lin Xicheng's fingers tightly gripped Luo Xing's wrist, and it hurt so much, but when he lowered his head and looked at this person, he felt no more pain.

Others said that he was smart, but Luo Xing felt that his brains were not enough at all. Facing such a scene, he couldn't even speak a word.

Luo Xing felt tired and wanted to sleep, and wanted to just lie down and sleep forever.

My mind seems to be stuffed with too much information. Under the heavy load and pressure, it is difficult to run even a little bit.

He could only stare blankly at Lin Xicheng holding his hand, and huge tears fell on the back of his hand at the gate of the hospital where people were coming and going.

Luo Xing lowered his eyes, thinking in a mess, this man's tears broke into pieces, several petals.

Luo Xing looked at it quietly for a while, and heard him say: "When a person dies, he has nothing. Whether it is love or hate, even if it is hate, I beg you to give him a chance to make up for you."

Ye Qiaoqiao sneered, "Stop acting."

Lin Xicheng was startled, looked at the eccentric Ye Qiaoqiao, frowned, and said in a low voice, "What did you say!"

Ye Qiaoqiao groaned, blinked her beautiful eyes, and turned the corner of the wall meticulously.

"You said that you took advantage of other people's kindness to deceive others into donating bone marrow, and even kidnapped them morally at the hospital gate." Ye Qiaoqiao blinked innocently, watching Lin Xicheng's face become more and more ugly.

When a few passers-by heard this, they all looked at Lin Xicheng with contempt and disgust.

Lin Xicheng didn't expect the girl who followed her to be so sharp-tongued, she got up angrily, and was about to hit Ye Qiaoqiao with her hand, but Luo Xing grabbed his wrist.

"No one can bully my friend."

Luo Xing raised his hand to protect Ye Qiaoqiao behind him.

Luo Xing raised his eyes to stare at Lin Xicheng, and asked almost word for word: "Mr. Lin, can I ask you a question?"

Lin Xicheng stared into his eyes, couldn't help swallowing, his thin white fingers wished they could tie Luo Xing up like vines.

"Do you, and him... know what I can't hear?"