In summer like autumn

It was already past 10 o'clock at night after Xia Yuhui's meeting.He got in a taxi, took out his mobile phone, and found that there were several missed calls on it.

Scrolling down the list, in addition to several phone calls from Wen Qiu's mother, there were also calls from the hospital, and even my friend who was the director of the hospital also made two phone calls.

Xia Yuhui's heart sank, he thought for a moment, and first dialed Wen Liping's cell phone.

The phone rang twice before it was connected, Xia Yuhui hurriedly said, "Aunt Wen..."

"Yu Hui? I'm not Aunt Wen, I'm Uncle Li." The other party lowered his voice.

Xia Yuhui changed his words and said, "Uncle, Aunt Wen called me a few times in the afternoon, but I didn't bother to answer them during the meeting. Is there anything urgent?"

Li Cheng looked at his wife who was lying on the hospital bed for infusion, and walked out of the ward with the phone in hand. On the bench at the door, Li Zhiqiu was sitting with an inquisitive face.

As a rule, talking on the phone is not allowed in the hospital. Li Cheng quickly found a remote corner, made sure that his youngest son could not hear him, and then said into the microphone: "Yu Hui, listen to me, Wen Qiu..."

Li Cheng faltered, and it took so long to speak, Xia Yuhui already felt that something was wrong: "Uncle, what's wrong with Wen Qiu? Has his condition worsened?"

"Yuhui, I know that you and Wen Qiu have the best friendship. Listen to me, Wen Qiu's condition is developing very fast. The brain tumor is oppressing the central nervous system so badly that the doctors didn't expect it..." Li Cheng Feeling that things were complicated, he really couldn't explain why, so he could only put the result in front of Xia Yuhui, "Wen Qiu... passed away... just this afternoon..."

There was a long silence on the phone.

Li Cheng asked, "Yu Hui, are you listening?"

"Uncle, I'm listening." Xia Yuhui's voice trembled slightly.

"Uncle knows that you are busy, but I have an unfeeling request." Li Cheng said hesitantly, "If possible, can I trouble you to help with Wen Qiu's funeral. His mother is currently undergoing an infusion, and she is very emotional. Unstable; Zhiqiu has no one to take care of him, and he still doesn’t know much about Wenqiu’s affairs. We don’t have any relatives in Shanghai, so after thinking about it, I can only ask you.”

"Uncle, don't worry, I'll come to the hospital right away. You take good care of Auntie, and...don't let them take Wen Qiu away...you tell them to wait, let me see Wen Qiu for the last time, okay?" Xia Yuhui's voice became hoarse as he spoke.

"Master, please take me to the airport." Xia Yuhui hung up the phone and said to the taxi driver.

The driver heard Xia Yuhui talking on the phone intermittently, and guessed that this young man was probably a relative or friend who passed away, so he turned around and drove to the airport without saying a word.

Xia Yuhui picked up the phone again, only to realize that his hands were shaking.In the midst of this violent trembling, he didn't know how long it took before he booked the ticket and sent another text message.

After doing this, there is no more strength in my hands.The phone dropped with a bang, making a dull sound.

Xia Yuhui didn't want to pick up his phone. He raised his head in the back seat and pressed his eyes tightly with the back of his hand, but he couldn't stop the sourness in his nose.He wished he could show up in the hospital immediately, but now he can only go to the airport to wait for the plane.

He had never been so helpless.I shouldn't have heard about Qiu in the first place, and came to Beijing to hold some kind of preparatory meeting.

If I hadn't come to Beijing, I would have stayed by Wen Qiu's side.

If he was by Wen Qiu's side all the time, how could he allow accidents to happen to him?

When Xia Yuhui thought of Wen Qiu lying in the morgue, tears fell uncontrollably.

I clearly said that I would be with Wen Qiu, but when he stopped breathing, I was thousands of miles away, unable to be by his side, and let someone send him to an unknown room, where it must be extremely cold , is also extremely lonely.

Wen Qiu walked through the last journey of life alone like this, how lonely it must be?

Mo Jingyi submitted all the manuscripts she was in charge of, and just opened the video chat window with Gu Wendong, but the phone rang untimely.

She thought it was the editor-in-chief who was looking for her again, and complained, "Here again!"

"Go and have a look, in case something is really urgent, don't delay." Gu Wendong smiled at the other end of the computer.

"We are like underground workers. You are in Shanghai, but we still have to chat like this." Mo Jingyi stretched out her hand to touch the phone behind her, while looking at the camera.

"Why don't I go to accompany you now?" Gu Wendong teased with his chin resting on his hands.

"In the middle of the night, I advise you to just..." Mo Jingyi said while reading the text message, her face turned pale instantly.

Gu Wendong saw that Mo Jingyi was in an abnormal mood, so he quickly asked her: "Jingyi, what's wrong?"

"Bentong, come here quickly...you accompany me to the hospital..." Mo Jingyi began to cry.

"Jingyi, what happened?" Gu Wendong stared at the computer nervously.

"Bentong, Bendong, come quickly..." Mo Jingyi said to the camera in a daze, "Wen Qiu...Wen Qiu is gone...you come with me to see him...I'm going to see him... ..."

Half a month ago, Mo Jingyi received a call from Xia Yuhui, saying that Wen Qiu was sick and needed to rest, and Tuomo Jingyi stopped his column.Xia Yuhui spoke vaguely, and Mo Jingyi didn't think Wen Qiu's condition was that serious.This time when Gu Wendong returned to Shanghai, she planned to go to the hospital to visit Wen Qiu together, but a text message from Xia Yuhui in the middle of the night knocked Mo Jingyi out of her wits.

Gu Wendong knew something happened to Wen Qiu, and couldn't contact his assistant for a while, so he drove to pick up Mo Jingyi by himself, and the two rushed to the hospital together.

When Gu Wendong arrived, Mo Jingyi was still sitting in front of the computer holding her mobile phone, her face was covered with tears, and her whole body was stiff.

Gu Wendong pulled the phone out of her hand, and saw that there was only Xia Yuhui's text message on it: "Wen Qiu passed away suddenly, and I can't make it right away in Beijing. Please go to the hospital to take care of his parents now, and I will take the nearest one." A plane arrives in Shanghai."

Gu Wendong put on clothes for Mo Jingyi, took her downstairs, and arranged her to sit in the co-pilot's seat.Mo Jingyi stared blankly at Gu Wendong doing this and that, without any reaction.

"Jingyi, Wen Qiu passed away." Gu Wendong touched her cheek, "Cry out if you're sad."

Hearing what Gu Wendong said, Mo Jingyi suddenly burst into tears.

Gu Wendong brought Mo Jingyi to the hospital, and Mo Jingyi was out of breath in his arms, and she had already cried into tears.Gu Wendong felt that she couldn't help for the time being, and was afraid that she would collapse even more after seeing Wen Qiu's body, so he could only sit her in the corridor of the hospital and go to find out the situation by himself.

Wen Liping in the ward is still awake.Li Cheng asked the doctor repeatedly, but the doctor had no better way than giving her an infusion.

When Li Cheng went to the doctor's office to look for the night doctor again, he ran into Gu Wendong.

The doctor pointed to Li Cheng: "Sir, this is the person you are looking for. He is Wen Qiu's family member. Let's discuss the specific situation separately."

"Hi Uncle, I'm Wen Qiu's friend, and my name is Gu Wendong." Gu Wendong didn't wait for Li Cheng to ask him, and hurriedly explained why he came, "Xia Yuhui called me here, and he's rushing here now. What do you need now?" Help, just tell me."

Li Zhiqiu originally planned to have dinner with his brother, and then go to the violin class, but he didn't know that his brother didn't see him, and the violin class couldn't be attended.My mother was sent to the hospital for some unknown reason, and she is now lying in the ward in front of her.Dad went in and out of the ward many times, frowning tightly, and had no time to take care of himself.

Usually at this time, he should go to bed.But he knew that something serious must have happened today, so he was sober sober that he didn't even yawn.

"Don't run around, don't run around." Li Zhiqiu muttered quietly as he sat there alone.Thinking that my brother hadn't eaten dinner today, he didn't care about his little stomach growling, and instead hugged the insulated lunch box even tighter.

Footsteps could be heard in the corridor, from far to near.Li Zhiqiu looked up and saw that it was Xia Yuhui who came, he was both surprised and happy.He was about to run forward, but as soon as the little butt left the seat, he thought of the promise he had made with his father, and hurriedly sat back down.

Xia Yuhui's eyes were empty, his footsteps were messy, and he almost went to the wrong ward.Li Zhiqiu looked at him with some fear, and after a long time, he shouted timidly:

"Brother Yuhui."

Xia Yuhui's soul, which was almost out of his body, was pulled back by Li Zhiqiu's call.He lowered his head and found the little man sitting on the bench.Li Zhiqiu obediently held the lunch box, opened a pair of big eyes that were somewhat similar to Wen Qiu, and looked at Xia Yuhui.

Xia Yuhui knelt down on one knee and held Li Zhiqiu tightly in his arms, as if grabbing a life-saving straw.

"Brother Yuhui, are you crying?"

"..."

"Father forbids me to run around, can you help me take this lunch box to my brother? He hasn't had dinner yet, he must be very hungry."

"..."

Li Zhiqiu's childish and thin voice was very clear in the empty corridor.

Xia Yuhui finally couldn't take it anymore and sobbed.

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