Online Dating Boyfriend Is Actually An Alien

When everyone went down the mountain in the afternoon, Cheng Yu stayed by Jian Mo's side after he came back. He took the initiative to help Jian Mo get his schoolbag, and asked with concern, "Are you injured?"

"No." Jane said

Cheng Yu is the standard brother next door, when he looks at you with concern, he will have a feeling that you are the center of the world: "That's good, is a person very scared, why didn't you wait for us to find him?" you."

Jian Mo replied, "Fortunately, I'm not particularly scared."

Cheng Yu looked down at him. Jian, who was wearing a little yellow hat, looked as usual. This person was usually quiet and well-behaved. He always looked directly at the person when he was talking. It seemed that his tutor was very good. The child brought up by the family, at this moment, looked at by those big black eyes, everything seems to be the same, but it seems that there is something different.

Jian Mo's steps were brisk, and his voice was clear and sweet: "I waited too, and then I found my way by myself. Fortunately, you are not far away."

The waiting in his mouth was actually a noon, several hours. Although it was an understatement, Cheng Yu felt his face was hot for no reason. Someone took her to the ambulance station to clean the wound, and after the treatment was done, I went to you as soon as possible."

He even felt that it would be easier to deal with Jian ambiguously blaming a group of them, or crying.

but no

Lu Xingxuan taught him very well, so what Cheng Yu saw was not a crying child.

The distance between the two gradually widened, Jian Mo turned to look at him, and smiled: "Well, I know, everyone must have their own difficulties, right?"

Seeing his smile, Cheng Yu was inexplicably puzzled: "No..."

Jian Mo shook his head lightly, he took out a well-sealed small bottle from his small backpack, and handed it to Cheng Yu: "Here."

Cheng Yu looked down, and saw that the emerald green potion was contained in a bottle about the size of an inch. The body of the bottle was exquisite and beautiful, and it looked very beautiful in the palm of Jian Mobai's tender palm: "What is this?"

"To escape the summer heat, when the heat is hard to dissipate, just put a little on the temple or smell it, it will be much better. This is a unique door in our house, which is very useful." Jian Mo stood on the path in the forest and patiently explained: " I’m not in good health, and my mother brought it to me when I came here, it’s a spare bottle, she said that a friend invited me out to play after all, she was afraid that I would be bored and not get along with others, so she brought a small gift.”

"Originally I brought other things, but I used them up on the way." Jian Mei was a little annoyed as she spoke, and smiled softly: "This is the only bottle left."

Looking at his clumsy smile, Cheng Yu felt a strange feeling in his heart for some reason.

Jian Mei said: "I heard from them that you went to find me. Although we missed it, thank you."

The setting sun dyed the sky a reddish orange, and the bright yellow light shone through the gaps in the leaves. He stood there, bowed politely to himself, then walked over his body and walked down the mountain. It was the same as in the morning, this time What Cheng Yu still saw was the ambiguous back, which was the same but different, as if he had received this gift, but at the same time lost more. What they missed was not only the road.

……

After returning home, Jian Mei had a slight low-grade fever.

It may be that you have been walking on the mountain for too long, sweating and blowing the wind, or it may be that you are simply tired. In the eyes of ordinary people, low-grade fever is nothing more than a trivial matter, but it is the most important thing in Jane's family. Leukemia patients have low white blood cell immunity. Worse, even a small cold may cause value-added and cause serious consequences.

Shen Meina took him to the hospital overnight. She wanted to say a few words at first, but she couldn't bear to speak when she saw the child's listless look. Knowing that Jian Mo hated going to the hospital the most, she said, "The hospital A we went to, your friend Xiaopeng was transferred to Hospital A not long ago."

Jian Mo came to the spirit in an instant: "Really?"

"real."

In the past few years when Jian Mo was treated, he also had friends, but with frequent transfers, many people disappeared after getting along for a while, and the joy of seeing each other also dispelled many conflicts about going to the hospital. Fortunately, after arriving at the hospital, he underwent examination and simple treatment. There was nothing serious and he could go home soon.

But Shen Meina's complexion was not very good.

Jian Mo asked softly: "What's wrong?"

Shen Meina said: "Mom just went over there and asked the doctor in charge. Half a month ago, a tumor was found in Xiaopeng's stomach, and it was removed by surgery."

Jian Mo had a bad premonition in her heart: "Then now..."

"It's spread." Shen Meina tried to speak calmly, "Xiaopeng's parents will pick him up tomorrow."

The night in city A is not cold, the air conditioner is even running low in the hospital, but standing in the corridor, smelling the medicine, at that moment, Jian is as ignorant as falling into a cold cave, he can't say anything for a long time standing there stupidly Come on.

Shen Meina couldn't hold back anymore, her eyes were red, but she tried her best to keep calm in front of the child: "Do you want to see him?"

Jane lowered her head so that people could not see the expression on her face clearly, she just nodded slightly and said, "Okay."

It was a quiet night. When I entered the ward, there was a little laughter from inside. When I was standing at the door, the little boy lying on the hospital bed and wearing a hat was smiling and talking to his parents with a smile on his face. He is very thin, but his eyes are very bright.

When Xiaopeng saw him, he was pleasantly surprised: "Ambiguous!"

Jian Mei had a sore nose, but she showed a smile, ran over, and called him in a low voice: "Xiaopeng."

The facial features of the boy in the hospital gown on the bed are actually very delicate. When he saw Jian Mei, he said, "Are you here to see me?"

Jane nodded vaguely: "I'm here for a re-examination. I heard that you are also in this hospital, so I came to see you."

"You don't need to visit me anymore." Xiaopeng leaned over and said to him, just when Jian Mo's heart trembled, he heard him smile: "I'm going to be discharged from the hospital too, so we can play outside later. "

His parents stood beside him, and his mother quietly turned away with red eyes. The father was afraid that the children would see something, so he let the two children play and took his wife out of the ward.

Xiaopeng was very happy to see his friend, and kept showing things to Jian Mei:

"Look, these are new clothes, aren't they very handsome, I will wear them when I leave the hospital tomorrow."

"Have you been in junior high school yet? You should start reading from the first grade of junior high school after me."

"I don't know if I can keep up. Are the textbooks difficult?"

Sitting beside the bed, Jian Mo looked at him with gentle eyes, pursed her lips and smiled: "It's a bit difficult, but you're so smart, so it's definitely no problem."

In a cupboard not far away, there are basically rummaged sixth grade volumes. Xiaopeng was originally the monitor of the class, and his grades in all subjects were excellent. Except for the time of chemotherapy every day, he would always hold the Looking at the book, he said that he couldn’t keep up with the progress, and it would be bad if he fell behind. In the past, he often read books with Jian Mo. He was very smart, and Jian Mo couldn’t solve many problems. Xiaopeng quickly can learn.

He would often tell Jian ambiguously what major he should study when he was admitted to university, and how to earn money so that his parents could live a good life. His parents were both migrant workers and it was very hard work. He wanted to change his mother to a battery car after earning money. , so that my father can no longer carry such heavy cement every day.

Xiaopeng held Jian Mo's hand: "I'll give you my home address, and you can come and play with me in the future."

Jane felt that his hand was cold, but she didn't break free, but squeezed Xiaopeng's hand tighter, as if it could hold something: "Okay, I'll go find you."

"correct!"

Xiao Peng seemed to have thought of something, he took out a somewhat old robot from the drawer, the Mech Warrior was well maintained by the owner, obviously cared for, the boy put the toy in Jian Mei's hands: "Here. "

Jane was a little surprised.

"My mother bought this for me when I was eight years old. It has been with me all the time, but it is a bit broken. It used to be able to shine and sing. It's a pity." Xiaopeng sat beside him in the ward. Very quiet, the thin young man looked at Jian Mo gently beside him: "I think you seem to be in a bad mood today. In the past, when I was in pain from chemotherapy, I would ask the mech warriors to give me some strength, so that the pain would not be so painful. Now that I am leaving the hospital, I will give it to you. My parents may go to other places to work next year, and we will never see each other again. You have to learn to take good care of yourself..."

Tears slid down his cheeks, falling on the Mech Warrior one drop after another.

On the way back, Jian Mei hugged the toy and sat curled up in the rear seat of the car. He persisted for a long time before he didn't cry in front of Xiaopeng.

"Mom..." Jian Mo looked out of the window and asked softly, "Will Xiaopeng die?"

Shen Meina, who was driving, paused, her eyes darkened a lot: "It has already spread, and his attending doctor can't help it. At the beginning, he wasted too much time in the small county hospital, and there were several times of medication errors. There is no turning back now."

Jian Mo sat there for a long time without speaking. When they came out, he saw Xiaopeng's parents. The middle-aged man who was less than 40 years old seemed to have gray hair in just a few years. The grief in their eyes It made Jane dare not look directly at him, because he dared not reveal it in front of his children. Jane would unconsciously think, in those years when his situation was not good, was his parents the same?

After returning home and washing up, he lay on the bed, still unable to sleep, with the mecha warrior in his arms, this mecha warrior was a bit broken, and the internal parts were damaged, and then he finally couldn't bear to take out the phone, skillfully Open WeChat, click on the profile picture, and send a message: "Are you there?"

The reply over there was very fast this time.

Lu Xingwang said: [Did you go down the mountain? 】

"Hmm..." Jane rubbed the Mecha Warrior's head, maybe everything today hit him a little hard, so after thinking about it, she typed a stupid question: "Do you think death is scary?"

He regretted sending this question out.

But Lu Xingxuan didn't give him time to regret it. Just when Jian was hesitating, he received a reply: [Is it useful to be afraid? 】

Jian Mo pursed his lips, he took a deep breath, and typed: "I just think... some people leave too early."

A brilliant life has just begun and then ended. The day-to-day expectation finally comes to death. Maybe Jian Mo himself has too little, so he cherishes everyone around him very much. Of course he knows that people have inherent He died, but the sudden grief was too violent for him to digest.

"Ding"

There was a message, and Jane clicked on it, and saw Lu Xingxuan's words:

[Life and death cannot be forced, everyone will die] His tone is so calm [I will also]

It was as if a heavy punch had landed on the heart. Jian Mo's pupils dilated after seeing this sentence, and the hand holding the phone trembled unconsciously. He was very sensitive to these, and immediately asked, "Are you sick?"

No reply there.

He waited for a long time, but his heart became more and more flustered, and finally he couldn't help calling Lu Xingxuan. Even though he might be hated and hang up, he still did it. The grief of losing a friend has already passed. After bearing it once, he couldn't and didn't want to bear it again, the phone button kept flashing, and at the end, when Jian Mo was almost desperate, the phone was connected.

Lu Xingxuan's voice was low and hoarse: "Hello"

For some reason, Jian Mo breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time he became worried. He asked cautiously, "Are you sick?"

It was silent for a long time

After a while, Lu Xing responded falsely: "Yes."

Jane ambiguously said, "Is it serious?"

"Ah."

"Then... will that die?"

Lu Xingxuan's eyes were deep, and he tapped the table with his hands again and again. This was an action he would unconsciously do when he was deep in thought. In fact, he could not talk about these things with Jian, but after thinking for a while, he still felt Still said: "Yes."

This time it was the turn of the phone to be silent.

There was a slight gasp coming from the other end in the silent night, and Lu Xingwang knew that this crybaby must have cried again. It was really strange to say that he had fallen to this point, and the one who kept saying he wanted to take care of him His good elder brother didn't cry, and his biological father didn't cry, but this child who didn't know each other for a long time, and had never even seen him in person, cried.

[Why are you crying] With a helpless sigh in his heart, Lu Xingxuan said [Didn't I tell you that everyone will die]

The truth is this, but the child on the other end of the phone obviously couldn't understand the truth, he was so self-willed when he opened his mouth: "But, I don't want you to die."

Even though he knew it was unreasonable, his voice was still suppressed and even trembling: "Can you... not die?"

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When people see bald heads, I see bald heads and I am happy. How many young people die without bald heads——"Zeng Guang Xian Wen"