Actually together

In front of him—in order to go undercover in a research institute in the United States, almost all his photos were destroyed, leaving only this blurry group photo left by Zhang Quan.

He has handsome eyebrows, is smiling crookedly at the camera, wears short sleeves, holds a straw in his mouth, it is said that he is quitting smoking, one leg of his trousers is high and the other is low, and he is wearing egg-yellow slippers.

Zhang Quan said: "You are very similar to him. At that time, he knew that you had studied computer, and he was so excited that he sent several messages in violation of the regulations, asking me to take your photo."

How could I be like him.

I wouldn't have abandoned my wife and son for more than ten years and disappeared to become an undercover agent. I finally found something and was caught as a weight to add and subtract. Finally, I put a big firework in the air and left completely.

"What conditions?" I asked Zhang Quan.

Zhang Quan pretended to be stupid: "What?"

"What conditions does the United States want?" I looked closely at Zhang Quan's eyes.

Zhang Quan avoided my gaze and said flatly: "Impossible conditions to agree to. I have no authority to know."

"Contradictions." I said coldly: "My father died for the sake of the country, so I don't even have the right to know why he died?"

Zhang Quan was silent for a while, and then said: "Why did you die? ——For Huaxia."

"Stop fucking nonsense!" I was immediately irritated: "Why don't you let me know! He knows—all of you know, but my mother and I are the same idiots! I didn’t even see the video! I just heard a piece of news! I’m so tall that I’ve never seen his face! How can you decide his life and death so lightly!”

As I was talking, my throat felt inexplicably dry, and when my eye sockets became hot, tears poured out as if I didn’t want money. It wasn’t until he handed the tissue to me that I realized that my face was already full of tears.

Zhang Quan calmly listened to my venting and said nothing.

I wiped my tears, wiped my face, gasped for breath, and gradually calmed down.

"The code he found for that program is in my hand, it's all in my head," I walked to the door and said coldly, "But I won't give it to Guoan—I won't give it to anyone. All of you People, I don’t believe any of them. Don’t threaten me with any national righteousness, and don’t threaten me with my mother or Zhou Qichong. Our family has already died for Huaxia. If you force me again, it will be a big deal, and it will be over.”

The author has something to say: Oops, it's finally too late, but I still posted it today!

☆、Remedial

When I came out of the National Security Branch, I didn’t bother to care if anyone was following me. When I returned home in a daze, I felt that the ordinary life of the past 30 years was completely overturned at once——the father I hadn’t seen for 30 years was an undercover agent sent by the National Security Bureau to the Central Research Institute of Computer Science in the United States. The piece of code that he memorized was obtained by him walking on thin ice for 30 years in the United States, and it was the only thing that proved his existence.

It's just a procedure, and more than a dozen people in Guoan died because of it.

Why is it so miserable?

As soon as I close my eyes, the plane that exploded will appear in my mind, and then there will be the DNA verification report that Zhang Quan showed me—the person sitting on the plane is not my master anymore—it is my father, this This sense of unreality and fear has always existed like a shadow.

I can't tell anyone—the one month in Changcheng was like a dream. As soon as I came out of the paradise, it was the messy and dark reality, and the black and white came to me, for fear that I would escape a little bit.

I can't tell my mother, because I would rather she feel that the man she once loved is still performing some special mission somewhere. Although they can't be together, they still live in this world.

You can't tell Zhou Qichong that he's married and we've broken up. Tell him that there's nothing but giving his wife a sense of marital crisis and his mother's family crisis.

It is even more impossible to tell Fang Wen, Xia Lanjin or Lin Qiaoen.They'll think I'm crazy.

I don't want to touch the computer anymore, lying in bed, insomnia all night, so anxious that I can't calm down at all.I used to memorize the code when I was anxious or insomnia, and I would calm down and fall asleep after memorizing it, but now I don’t want to memorize it. I hate this code, the United States, and everyone in Guoan.

I'm in a very conflicted state right now.

On the one hand, I feel that this code killed Jiang Feng. I don't want to touch it, I want to forget about it, and sometimes I even want to dig it out of my head and throw it away.But as long as I think about it a little bit, I know that I can definitely say it without saying a word.It seems that the code is no longer something I memorized, but has grown into my soul, like maggots attached to the bones.

However, on the other hand, I masochistically reminded myself from time to time like a madman, and then I was glad that I hadn’t forgotten it—this was something Jiang Feng gave me before he left, and he only gave it to me.

All Jiang Feng's records in China have been completely erased before he went to the United States, and all records in the United States have been reduced to ashes in the air.

Now there is only a piece of code left in my hand.

How thin a person's life must be before it is reduced to relying on a piece of code to prove its existence; and how tall it must be before letting the national news see him off.

However, when many people see the news, at most they just sigh "Oh my god". They don't know that this news is for mourning and farewell, and they don't know that this news directly makes some people who have been waiting for a long time across for 30 years.

I often keep my eyes open until dawn, then sadly find myself reciting the code in the morning light.

I thought I was going to be a lunatic sooner or later.

It’s okay to become a lunatic—no one will believe my nonsense: my dad is from the national security, he went to the United States as an undercover agent, and the United States is researching superintelligent programs that attempt to control the world’s network, and he intercepted a part of that program down to me.

Who would believe it?

I don't even believe it myself.

Now I can't go out casually, I know there are people from the national security guarding nearby - but it doesn't affect, I didn't think much about going out.Sometimes I would randomly grab two people from Guoan pretending to be passers-by to help me buy instant noodles and lotus root noodles, and they always showed a little embarrassed expression when I told them.

What's so embarrassing, I've let you watch, can't you run errands for me?

With water, instant noodles, computers and network cables, I can stay at home for months without going anywhere.

But I also don’t want to go to any forums of hackers and hackers—my internet must have been controlled too. Although it’s easy to get out, I’m still kept by them obediently. After a while, start playing Lianliankan, Go Kart and other games or watch a few movies and TV shows.

Zhang Quan came to see me a few times, but I ignored him, but he sat patiently for a whole day, ordered takeaway for me and cleaned up the room, and reminded me to go to bed early when he left.

I feel like my life is getting more and more lazy and chaotic, just waiting for someone to end it for me with a bang.

Here comes the terminator.

When Zhang Quan came to see me on Saturday, he brought Zhou Qichong with him.

I looked at the two of them with a cold face, Zhang Quan spread his hands and went out.Zhou Qichong stayed behind, looked at me for a while, and silently began to tidy up the room.He tidied up from morning to afternoon, and I was taken aback when I went out of the room to fetch water in the living room. The floor was so bright that I could skate on it.

I frowned: "What's wrong?"

Zhou Qichong ignored me and fiddled with "ping ping bang bang" for a while, then suddenly stood up, carrying a bag in his hand and was about to go out, I noticed with sharp eyes that there were many medicine boxes inside, so I said angrily, "What are you going to do?"

Zhou Qichong said coldly, "Throw away the medicine."

"What medicine are you missing?" I reached out to take the bag to look, but he avoided my hand and said viciously, "Where did you buy so many sleeping pills?! Don't die!"

I rubbed my forehead: "Otherwise, how do you tell me to sleep and count sheep? ——Bring the medicine, I have my own measure...You...Zhou Qichong!"

When I was speaking, Zhou Qichong pushed open the window with lightning speed and threw the bag down.

"You are sick!" I yelled, "Why do you care so much?! I finally bought so many!"

I was furious and wanted to go downstairs to pick up the medicine, but Zhou Qichong stopped me: "Don't go! Shen Jiangyou!"

"Go away!" I opened his hand: "It's none of your business for me to take sleeping pills! If Zhang Quan asks you to come, just stay there! Don't upset me!"

Zhou Qichong roared at the same time: "I don't care who cares about you! Do you live like this all day long?!"

We both fell silent after he yelled, I took a few deep breaths, and pointed at the door to let him go: "Get out, I told you not to come to me."

As I said that, I pushed him away and went downstairs to pick up the medicine.Zhou Qichong followed me downstairs, watched me pick up the bag silently, and followed me upstairs step by step.

When I closed the door, he reached out to block it, and then there was a "click".

I can imagine how painful it is.

I looked at Zhou Qichong with a pale face, looked at me with cold sweat, and said with a trembling voice cautiously: "It's broken, it seems to be broken."

The anger dissipated a bit, and I couldn't help squinting my eyes and asked him, "Does it hurt?"

Zhou Qichong nodded pitifully.

I snorted, "It's okay if it hurts. ——Go to the hospital for an examination."

Zhou Qi Chong raised the corners of his mouth, covered his hands and said, "It's not broken, it's not broken," he said as he stood up straight and squeezed into the crack of the door: "Just take some medicine and take a rest, that's it."

I was half-pushed and half-hugged back to the door, watching him turn around and close the door, I was almost annoyed by him: "Zhou Qichong, you'd better go to the hospital for a check-up, don't cause any problems in the future...you...Zhou Qichong ...Go away! I'll go find some medicine...you..."

Zhou Qichong pushed me down on the sofa, jumped up and hugged me tightly like a child, I was stunned, his breath was on the side of my neck, his breathing made me itch so much that I rubbed my head sideways.

"Too," he raised his head slightly, and put his lips next to my ear: "Too, I'm sorry." He kissed my earlobe: "Too, my mother, she wants to see you."

I froze: "What do you mean?"

Zhou Qichong hugged me tighter: "Go and see her."

I let out a "huh" and raised my hand to push him away: "No, that's your family's business."

Zhou Qichong held me tightly and said in a calm voice:

"That's it, her condition is not very good, the cancer cells have metastasized. During the Spring Festival, Jiang Yi didn't go to see her, so she asked me what's wrong,"

I suddenly realized something and struggled: "Let go!"

"I said I still love you."

Zhou Qichong said, kissed my forehead, and said with some sobs: "Okay, I'm sorry, it's been three years, and none of us have been free—whether it's my mother or Jiang Yi..."

With shaking hands, I grabbed the hem of his clothes tightly.

Zhou Qichong lowered his head and touched my face:

"She thought about it for several days, and finally told me that she wanted to see you."

It's never too late to mend a dead sheep.

The author has something to say: I can finally start to enter the emotional sweet copy, so tired

☆, dark willows and bright flowers

I fantasized that Mrs. Zhou would compromise one day, but now that Zhou Qichong really told me, I feel a little unreal.

"It's gone?" Zhou Qichong kissed the corner of my mouth and asked, "What's wrong? What are you thinking?"

I regained my senses, looked at him quietly for a while, and said, "No." I said lightly, "I just think it's a little unreal."

Zhou Qichong stopped talking, and the two of us hugged each other and lay on the sofa. Both of us were silent, but we didn't feel embarrassed.

It's as if some dream is your lifelong goal, and you have been exhausted and bruised for it, but it suddenly comes true easily, and you can't even show your overjoyed, only tired and dazed.

After a while, I asked him, "Where's Jiang Yi?"

Zhou Qichong stroked my hair: "Going abroad. Divorce is in progress."

I became more and more at a loss, feeling like a dream.

Zhou Qichong hugged me tightly, and said slowly: "Okay, love is for both parties, and if either party doesn't respond, it can only be called obsession. Love is harder to let go than obsession—she gave up."

Hearing this, I leaned my head back and looked at Zhou Qichong's face. He let me look at him with a good temper, and then asked me with a chuckle: "How are you, are you satisfied?"

I ignored his question, but in a strange way, I pressed my face against his face and rubbed it: "We are love."

Zhou Qichong rubbed against each other contentedly, and replied, "We are love."

too fast.What I had been waiting for for three years was given to me overnight.

Until Zhou Qichong took a shower and went to bed, I still couldn't react.

He took the notebook away from my quilt, frowned and said: "You are not allowed to play in the future, what kind of habit do you have?"

I stared blankly at him familiarly lifting the quilt and lying in, and subconsciously asked, "Sleep now?"

Zhou Qichong wrapped me tightly, knelt down to touch the lamp on the wall, and muttered: "You can't fall asleep because you slept too late, you know? Come on, I'll sleep with you, and I'll fall asleep in a while."

As he said, he touched my feet under the quilt, grabbed them, and pinched my feet between his legs, and said with a "hiss": "It's so cold, go to sleep, go to sleep, come on."

Zhou Qichong used to snore when he slept, but he was taught||taught in the army by an instructor who thought snoring was dangerous for two years, and he slept much more quietly.

So now I can't guess whether he fell asleep or not.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I saw the exploding plane, saw Mrs. Zhou pressing the needle on the back of her hand begging us to break up, saw the pale lights in the operating room, and remembered my mother saying that we could not sign for each other at the door of the operating room... …

I opened my eyes suddenly, feeling a little sick to my stomach.

The whole world was silent, I turned my head subconsciously, and saw Zhou Qichong staring at me with his eyes open by the moonlight.

The two of us looked at each other for a while, and I got up.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Qichong asked me.

I said: "Go to bed first, I'll go drink some water."

I went to the living room to drink some warm water, but my stomach was still not feeling well, so I went to mix a bowl of lotus root noodles, and when I turned around, I saw Zhou Qichong standing in the shadows.

"What are you doing? You scared me to death." I frowned.

Zhou Qichong seemed to smile a bit: "I've grown up."

I paused, inexplicably feeling that this sentence was a bit sad.

He came over to look at the bowl in my hand: "Hungry?"

"No, my stomach feels a little uncomfortable." I said, sitting at the table and eating spoonful by spoonful, watching him go to the kitchen to boil water.

A few minutes later, he brought out a hot water bottle and handed it to me to hold. He took the dishes I finished eating to wash, and I asked, "Is there any leftover hot water from the boiling water just now? ——Rinse with hot water faster, and put it on the counter. There is pea flour, and it won't be greasy if you sprinkle a little."

He let out a "huh", I don't know if he heard it.

When the two of us returned to the bed, he rubbed my stomach in the bed: "Is it still uncomfortable?"

"It's okay." He rubbed it comfortably, and my stomach was warm. I started to feel sleepy, and said in a daze, "Just pay attention to it, after all, it's missing by one third..."

He froze, and I woke up suddenly. I met his shocked and complicated eyes, and coughed lightly in embarrassment: "It's okay, it's just a stomach problem. It's the same as before, you know."

He was silent for a long time, and finally said lightly: "Sleep."

I can't sleep again.

I don't know what's wrong, I know that I still love Zhou Qichong, and he still loves me, but this way of getting along is obviously different from before.

His mother had relented and he was divorced.

But we can't find the original relaxed feeling.

We can actually be together, and finally we can be together, but it turns out that love is still different once time is carried on its back.

Mrs. Zhou's condition is indeed not very good. She is much thinner than the last time I saw her at Lin Qiaoen's place, with sunken cheeks and a haggard appearance.

She seemed very happy to see me, and pulled Zhou Qichong to talk.

I didn't dare to touch her casually. A hole was made in her back and a tube was inserted to suck out the accumulated water in her lungs.

Zhou Qichong sat down very naturally and helped her massage her swollen legs.

This old man is very strong.

I have always admired her. People with cancer usually look desperate, but Mrs. Zhou has always treated them with a normal heart: "It's all sickness, and you will get sick when you get old-this kind of disease, that kind of disease, don't you still think about it?" Expect to live forever without cancer?"

I smiled awkwardly, and Zhou Qichong shouted in dissatisfaction: "Mom!"

Mrs. Zhou snorted and did not continue speaking.

I sat for a while, then stood up and went to clean up the table for her.

Mrs. Zhou began to whisper: "I won't have chemotherapy anymore."

Zhou Qichong was silent for a while and did not speak.

"Qichong, what good is chemotherapy? It's so uncomfortable. You calm down, and I feel at ease. Let me go more comfortably, huh?"

Zhou Qichong still didn't speak, the mother and son were silent for a while, and Zhou Qichong's soft breathing sounded in the room.

I picked up the bowls and chopsticks to find the sink, and left the room for the two of them.

I came back from washing and ran into Jiang Yi outside the ward.

Traveling and dusty, carrying a box of things.

The two of us stood for a while, and I greeted her: "Well, hi...Zhou Qichong said that you have gone abroad."

Jiang Yi stood hesitantly for a while, then handed the things to me: "I won't go in, please help me send the things in."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and was about to leave. I sighed and called to her: "Ms. Jiang, do you mind going for a cup of coffee with me?"

I took Jiang Yi to find a coffee shop with few family members downstairs in the hospital.

I didn't dare to drink coffee, so I just ordered a glass of water.

Jiang Yi asked for a cappuccino, and used a small spoon to fiddle with the milk powder that was gradually sinking on the coffee.

"How is Aunt Zhou?" She looked down at the coffee and asked me.

I replied, "Not very well.—I just heard from her that she doesn't want chemo."

The coffee splashed a little, Jiang Yi lowered her head and wiped her eyes with her hands.

I handed her a tissue, and she choked up while wiping her tears and said, "I like Zhou Qichong."

I complained silently in my heart: I know, otherwise some woman would marry him knowing that he is gay.

"I saw him take care of Aunt Zhou when I was an intern in the hospital," Jiang Yi said, "I thought at the time that this man is very careful. If I want to find a husband in the future, I must find someone like him."

I took a sip of water, and tried to use a gentle tone to ask the question in my heart: "Jiang Yi, you have such a good family background, and your own background is also very good, why do you have to choose a comrade?"

"Because I like him," Jiang Yi finally raised his head, showing a mocking smile: "I don't think I am inferior to you in any way—you are still a man."

I was speechless and drank water silently.

"I know he is with you, but Aunt Zhou will definitely not agree." Jiang Yi said lightly: "I think as long as we get married, he will always find out that even if I am not you, Shen Jiangyou, I can give him one." home, or a child."

I said, "His sexuality is natural—he just likes men."

"Many gays get married," Jiang Yi said, "The difference between me and those same wives is that I always knew that he was gay, and I also had his mother's support. Why can't we be together?"

She spoke anxiously, then gradually calmed down, took a sip of coffee, pursed her lips and said, "As long as he is willing to get married, he has compromised. He will always find that two people live together, men and women are no different—what else can I give?" He is more."

I spread my hands, touched my nose, and stopped talking.

The two of us fell silent together, and it was a long time before she spoke again:

"But I can't wait any longer."

"Auntie's health is getting worse and worse. Originally, as long as Auntie is well, he will not be able to leave our house in a few years, but if Auntie is gone now, he will definitely divorce me. Instead of letting him drive me away, I might as well go by myself."

"Where are your parents? Do they know?" I asked her.

"Why do you want them to know?" She gave me a disdainful look: "They don't like Zhou Qichong in the first place—this is Huaxia, not Canada, so let them take care of me from overseas?"

I watched her finish the coffee and sighed: "Jiang Yi, you never thought homosexual love was real love."

Jiang Yi said "ha": "Of course I know."

"No, you don't know," I said, standing up and leaving the note on the table: "If you knew, you wouldn't spend three years still thinking so persistently that just a little more time, you can together."

Jiang Yi laughed sarcasticly: "What do you think? No family, no children, being regarded as a different kind by the society - how long do you think your relationship can last?"

I laughed:

"You think too complicated about feelings. Love is love, and it doesn't need the right time, place and people—all people who are complacent about their feelings and calculate in every possible way will end up with nothing and nothing."

The author has something to say: I have finally defeated a boss, and I am going to start solving internal affairs, and then I will deal with major national affairs after a while. This article is over. Let me do the math, and it should be finished during the holidays (uneasy)

☆, as before

Zhou Qichong was with his mother in the hospital. I made some porridge at home, cooked two random dishes, and added two takeaways. After going out, I caught a member of the National Security Bureau pretending to be a passerby and asked him to help me carry my things and deliver the meals together. go to the hospital.

Mrs. Zhou ate and rested, and the nurses came to watch over me. Zhou Qichong pulled me out, followed by that embarrassing national security member.

Near the community, Zhou Qichong took my hand and shook it, and turned to greet him warmly: "Brother, where are you from?"

"...Lincheng." The other party rubbed his nose and replied.

"Is there anything going on later?" Zhou Qichong said "Hey", "It's been hard work, huh?"

I tugged on his sleeve to signal him not to be too arrogant.

The man looked around in embarrassment: "Uh...you, how about you?"

"Go home," Zhou Qichong laughed loudly, "I won't cause you any trouble."

The man panicked: "No, no trouble no trouble."

I couldn't laugh or cry, I dragged Zhou Qichong into the unit building, and Zhou Qichong waved at him: "Come and play at home if you're bored, don't worry here." He poked my forehead with his finger: "I'm looking at him."

The other party ran away in a hurry.

I looked at him with a half-smile: "If you want to have a normal mind, you should stay away from me. You might be taken to drink tea by Guoan someday."

Zhou Qichong grinned and fumbled for the key in my pocket to open the door. The light in the corridor was broken. He groped for the keyhole in the dark, and while inserting the key, he turned his head and kissed me, muttering: "Husband and wife are like birds of the same forest..."

I pushed his mouth away, and continued, "Fly separately when disaster is imminent?"

Zhou Qichong laughed at himself: "I can't recite it."

He turned the door open with a "click": "But that's right, my husband saw that you were going to be in trouble, didn't he rush to get divorced and ran over here?"

As he spoke, he pushed me into the room, took my hand that was about to be lifted up and down to turn on the light, and softly "shushed": "Stand obediently, I'll take a look."

I stood leaning against the door frame for more than ten or twenty minutes when Zhou Qichong called out from the bedroom, "Come in, it's over!"

I turned on the light and walked in, frowned and asked, "Did you find it?"

"No," Zhou Qichong poked his head out from behind the closet, "Zhang Quan really didn't do anything."

He took a deep breath, gritted his teeth, and moved the wardrobe back. The bottom of the wardrobe scraped on the ground and made a teeth-piercing sound. Zhou Qichong was so frightened that his hands trembled, and a corner of the wardrobe hit him, causing him to scream and push hard. Push in the wardrobe.

The wardrobe was pushed in, and he himself was stuck and couldn't get out.

I laughed without sympathy, and when I had enough I walked over to help him out. Zhou Qichong stretched out a hand from the gap between the closet and the wall and waved it, making a voice that was obviously squeezed and changed his voice: "No , No, it’s over, I, I’ll take a break, you, you don’t need to worry about me, wait for me to think about it... before I get a rest, I’ll come out by myself.”

I held back a smile and opened the closet door and stood in. I knocked on Zhou Qichong's wall twice: "Don't be afraid, I'll stay here with you."

Zhou Qichong was speechless for a long time. After a while, he suddenly heard him roar, and the closet spun. Zhou Qichong got away, pulled me out of the closet, pressed me on the bed and smiled fiercely: "Accompany me? Huh? Gloating? The two of us What are you going to do? Huh?"

I felt bad, and said sullenly: "Zhou Qichong, why are you so narrow-minded! You just laughed twice...you..."

Zhou Qichong narrowed his eyes, grabbed my waist with one hand and started counting my ribs.

I laughed tremblingly, and while hiding between his arms, I threatened him to stop with harsh words.

Zhou Qichong was relentless, and picked the places I couldn't bear to attack. I couldn't beat his shamelessness after all. I couldn't breathe from laughing, and pulled his sleeve feebly to beg for mercy: "Let go...I can't do it..."

Zhou Qichong laughed sullenly twice, then suddenly lifted my clothes——

"It's over." His movements froze, and he stroked the scar on my abdomen with his hands. I hadn't recovered from the situation just now, so I gasped for a while before looking at him: "What, what?"

"How serious is it? Huh?" Zhou Qichong asked, pulling me up and hugging me in front of him.

I leaned against his neck, took a deep breath, and confessed honestly: "I didn't pay attention to it. The gastric perforation needs to be cured, so I had a gastrectomy."

"What about the biopsy?" Zhou Qichong asked me in a trembling voice. I raised my head and saw his pale face. I felt a little guilty, and replied seriously: "There is no cancer. Just pay more attention in the future, don't eat too full, don't be too hungry, Don’t eat spicy food or anything.”

Zhou Qichong let out a long sigh of relief, buried his head on my shoulder, his hands were shaking.So I pulled his hand, stretched out my hand, and clasped his fingers together. Zhou Qichong didn't look up, but silently clasped his hand a little bit tighter.

After a while, he kissed the side of my neck: "It's grown up."

This is the second time I've heard him say this in the past two days. I felt the need to explain, so I pulled out my hand and stroked his head: "I like you, not because of what you can do for me."

Zhou Qichong fell silent, smiled softly, and whispered in my ear, "What can I do? Huh?"

I looked at him inexplicably.

He smirked and pushed me down on the bed: "I can wash the sheets for you."

【Pull the lamp】

Zhou Qichong tossed and tossed until three o'clock in the morning, and when he was done, he would babble and move his hands and feet. He was about to do it again. I couldn't bear it anymore, so I drove him to the sofa, and then slept peacefully until the next afternoon.

Zhou Qichong wasn't there when I got up, so I probably went to watch Mrs. Zhou.I had a sore back and a sore back, so I moved slowly to the kitchen, grabbed a few handfuls of rice, cooked the porridge, and went to the bathroom to wash.

A new day started in the afternoon. I drove to the company, checked the firewall under Zhang Quan's nose, patched a few loopholes, and went home to the hospital with a lunch box.

Sometimes I am really thankful that Mrs. Zhou only drank porridge and did not eat vegetables with Zhou Qichong with me, otherwise she would definitely worry that her son's sense of taste would lose his sense of taste in the future.

When I arrived at the hospital, the ward was empty, and I had a bad feeling.

"The patient has just been sent for emergency treatment."

I put things away, and saw Zhou Qichong at the door of the operating room. He looked very silent, standing against the wall, and only moved his dark eyes when he saw me.

I went over and patted his head.

Zhou Qichong gently hooked my wrist with his fingers and shook it.

I said softly, "It will be fine."

Zhou Qichong let out a "huh" and leaned his head on the side of my neck wearily: "It's gone."

I didn't speak, I knew he didn't want to talk to me, he just wanted to call me.

Zhou Qichong is not a person who shows his emotions. Even when Mrs. Zhou was diagnosed with cancer, he didn't show much grief.But I know that he feels uncomfortable, and I know that he will be at a loss when he sees his mother getting weaker - but he can't show it, he must always be strong like a pillar, let Mrs. Zhou see it, and then feel relieved, and then feel that lung cancer It's not that scary.

Mrs. Zhou suddenly became short of breath while inhaling oxygen this afternoon, and then stopped several times intermittently, and was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment.

Zhou Qichong didn't seem to be in good shape either.

So I went to the next door to find two doctors to ask about the situation.

"Actually, it's pretty good that it lasted that long!" The doctor sighed: "Look at her lungs, the right lobe has long been useless, and the left lobe has become like this... Cancer cells have started to metastasize again..."

"Let's keep it." The doctor finally said.

When does it count as when it is raised.

I came out of the doctor's office and saw that the operation was over. Mrs. Zhou was pushed out with a respirator on her face. Zhou Qichong spoke to the chief surgeon with relief.

At the other end of the corridor, the door of an operating room opened, and the family members were crying.

One side lives and one side dies.

Mrs. Zhou once begged Zhou Qichong to give her a grandson with her own life, but she compromised in the countdown of her life.

I used to wonder how the relationship between Zhou Qichong and her mother was still so good, but now I can understand.

She loved Zhou Qichong so much that she even used her life to seek happiness for her son—at first, she wanted to help him choose the best path, and after three years, she finally hoped that he would be blessed to walk his own path.

This old man is not like my mother, but a mother.

"That's it," Zhou Qichong called me from the other end, and his face recovered a little: "Are you hungry? Go eat."

"I brought food," I said unhappily, "you can eat it in a microwave oven."

Zhou Qichong smiled and came over to hold my hand: "Let's go, let's not eat those."

I narrowed my eyes: "Didn't you say last night that you would eat whatever I did?"

Zhou Qichong said a few times, "Let's go, let's go."

When we returned to the hospital after dinner, Zhou Qichong went to give his mother a massage. I took his mobile phone to surf the Internet, and while he was massaging, he babbled: "You can watch it all day long. How old are your eyes now? Huh? Let me tell you." You have to wear plain glasses...don't go to those messy forums, they are cracking down now, you know?"

I held up my mobile phone to him, and there was a line of big words on the screen: Video collection of hilarious gossip.

Zhou Qichong shut up, and reacted after three seconds, growling:

"You use traffic to watch!"

I held up my phone again and showed him: "China Linkage reminds you that your monthly traffic has exceeded the scope of the plan..."

Zhou Qichong snatched the phone and typed a few words angrily, then threw the phone back to me: "...Thank you for ordering the 2G data plan..."

I laughed.

Zhou Qichong snorted, then sighed: "What are you laughing at, it's getting harder and harder to raise a daughter-in-law now."

A few days ago, Zhang Quan brought Zhou Qichong to look for me, and these days there were so many people from Guoan, so Zhou Qichong probably knew about the old man, but he didn't ask, and I didn't say anything—I guess he had already I asked about everything from Zhang Quan.Just like he didn't talk about his mother's situation, I didn't ask, of course he guessed that I had already asked.

This is the tacit understanding between the two of us—whether it is the old man or Mrs. Zhou, they are our scars, and we never want to prove that the other party trusts us by directly tearing each other's wounds.

——Just like I said to Zhou Qichong outside the operating room: "It will be fine."

——Just like Zhou Qichong hugged me last night and said, "You still have me."

I feel like the feeling we used to get along has come back.

In three years, I thought one day ago that this relationship must have changed, but it turned out that it hasn't-it's people who have changed.

After all, the two of them have each grown up for three years—but as long as they love each other, they will actively adapt to the changed partner, so it doesn't matter if they don't change.

Because I still love him, as always.

The author has something to say: I can’t do anything about meaty stuff (spreading hands), after all, scumbag authors are incapable of writing meat (ah! Scratching the wall), and, um, fleshy meat is not good (serious face), yes, no Alright (uneasy & guilty conscience), let’s make up our minds and be self-reliant.

Another: Happy Valentine's Day everyone (single dogs almost forgot)

☆, program reproduction

Zhou Qichong finally finished all the documents and went with Jiang Yi to get the divorce certificate. He was as happy as getting married early in the morning.

I'm bored and don't want to go outside the registration desk