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The serious faces of the crowd were seen on the window sill.Watching this is like watching a movie, the school, parents, teachers, and those children who Yan Zheng knows will exist, the school, the parents, the teachers, and the children who are not in the picture, those little nodes that connect other people hidden in places he can't see, It's like a spider crawling around and spinning silk on a big web.

Seeing the lights in the operating room dimmed, and the moment his colleague pushed open the door and walked out, Wen Qing vaguely knew about this race against the god of death, and they lost again at an unexpected speed.Do your best to listen to the destiny. When she was still studying, Wenqing thought the key point of this sentence was "to do it". She tried her best, so she was ambitious, but after working as a doctor for a long time, she finally realized that the key point of this sentence is "listen".Delaying the time of death and giving a new life to a patient who has been suffering for a long time is just a self-righteous wish of doctors and family members. Human lives count, and the new life that comes with the first fetal movement is the same as the death that is dying.

She turned around and, together with her colleagues, bowed deeply to the patient's family, saying the lines countless times: "I'm sorry, we tried our best."

Sometimes, such cruel words will be exchanged for heart-piercing wailing, sometimes, it will be an angry fist that hits the face, and very rarely, it will be like now, a peaceful cry without emotion A fluctuating "thank you".

"Reheat the cooked ginseng tea and watch my mother drink it."

"The old man assisted the hospital in taking care of my father's body and going through the preservation procedures."

"Go and ask how to issue a death certificate."

"Xiao He helped me inform the directors of the company, and I will go to the headquarters for a meeting in two hours."

The people gathered at the door of the operating room gradually dispersed following various arrangements, Shi Hao quickly arranged a series of matters with a sullen face, turned around, and finally said to the only person left behind: "Come here. "

His eyes were complicated, and he paused for a long time before speaking. When he spoke again, he had already made up his mind, and his tone returned to his usual calm.

"My dad has passed away, and I think you should be clear about some things."

The hour hand in the living room pointed to eleven o'clock, not morning, but evening.

At eleven o'clock on the bright day of the previous day, he called the unlocking company to forcibly open the door of this room, and now that the sun has set, Yan Zheng has been waiting for more than twelve hours in the cold and windy black long night .

Shi Fangman's cell phone couldn't be connected, and then it was simply a notification sound of "the cell phone you dialed has been turned off". Yan Zheng went from restless to calm and then to restless. At this time, he opened the window wide and leaned on the balcony to look out. There was no shadow of a person or animal under those street lamps, only the whistling wind could be heard, rolling dry leaves or branches across the hard gray concrete floor.

Milk Tea swung the puppet bear in a white gauze skirt, ran from one end to the other, jumped up and down in the room, ran behind Yan Zheng, was blown by the cold wind, and immediately whined dissatisfiedly, listening Like cursing.

Yan Zheng closed the window, picked up the little bear that was about to be torn apart by the milk tea, brushed off the fluffy cat hair stuck to it, walked into the bathroom under the expectant eyes of the little cat, and threw it into the water basin.

Then fill it with water, and watch the milk tea running around the basin, but dare not stretch out its claws.

All of a sudden, this little hairball jumped up, Yan Zheng thought it was finally determined to save his beloved toy, but he saw it flopping around, rubbing against the edge of the basin and slipping out from the bottom.He followed up and walked out. Milk Tea was standing by the door to prop up his body, pawing and pulling the door back and forth with two paws.

"Meow~woo~woo~"

"What? Your master is back?"

Yan Zheng opened the door, and there was no one outside. He lightly kicked the milk tea: "Lying about the military situation?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that there seemed to be some other voices mixed in with the faint sound of the wind. Milk Tea turned over, jumped out from under his feet, and rushed down the escalator all the way.Yan Zheng hurriedly followed, and after chasing the milk tea, he walked two floors and saw its soft orange shadow, huddled at the entrance of the corridor, barking softly and non-stop.

"Hmm...how did you come here?"

"Chacha, I'm not home yet."

The man seemed to be sitting on a step, and the milk tea climbed up his legs and climbed up to his knee with great effort, so the man lowered his head and spoke to the kitten in a gentle voice, his fingers moving slowly and erratically Slowly stroking its fur.

The light in the corridor is yellowish from the old era, and the wallpaper of this old residential building is also dark and mottled. An orange kitten and a man in a beige coat are like the most gentle stories in old photos.

Yan Zheng walked down the steps slowly, and when he sat down to speak, his movements and tone were gentle.

"Cold?"

The man let out a breath of white air and shook his head: "It's okay."

His skin was white, with blue blood vessels showing under the skin in the thin parts, his chin and cheeks were flushed, he sucked his nose, took off his glasses, and wiped them awkwardly with the corner of his coat.

Yan Zheng held his hand, feeling cold, took off his clothes and put them on for him, then took the glasses, pinched those silver flower vines, and wiped off the layer of water mist that had condensed on the transparent lenses.

Wrapped in the warm cloth with heat, he turned his head sideways like milk tea, rubbing the cloth at the neckline with satisfaction, hiding his frozen pale face inside, the brown eyes that were exposed were confused and out of focus, and his voice He said sullenly, "Why are you here?"

Yan Zheng flicked the messy hair on his forehead, the hair was thin and soft, and the cold black was entangled in the wide palms, Shi Fangman shook his head, his movements were slow, he didn't know if he was avoiding or just rubbing it like milk tea.

"Because you're drinking, I'll take care of you."

21:13:30

Keep warm

"Well, I've taken care of you so much, now it's your turn to take care of me."

Yan Zheng couldn't help laughing.Shi Fangman must have drunk a lot this time, or very little, somehow, it happened to be this kind of appearance that he was drunk at the first sight but had a clear mind and a smooth conversation.

"Yeah, except you can't cook, you have taken care of me."

Yan Zheng counted on his fingers and showed him: "cut fruit plate, buy clothes, take me to the doctor when I'm sick, teach me to study, take me to the playground, watch movies together, celebrate my birthday, travel with me..."

"surface……"

Shi Fangman held his hand, the platinum case on the wrist was high-quality, the silver hands on the retro and elegant dial merged into a small prong, he frowned and looked closer, but he couldn't see clearly without his glasses, blinked He looked very distressed.

Yan Zheng felt that he was so cute, and agreed with a light smile: "Yes, and the watch you gave me, I like it very much."

"What time is it? Is it twelve o'clock?"

"No, it's eleven past five."

He nodded, holding the milk tea and shaking it from side to side. The angry kitten grabbed the collar of the beige coat and rubbed some gray paw prints on it.

"That's almost the next day."

Yan Zheng snatched the meowing cat and stuffed it into his lap, listened to him talking but stopped talking, lowered his head, put his fingertips on the tip of the milk tea's nose, and started teasing him again.

"Why are you drinking today?"

Shi Fangman took a look, withdrew his fingers, and covered his coat tightly: "I'm also wondering, why would I be so sad that I want to drink when someone I don't like dies?"

"What's so strange about that?"

"Sometimes when a person dies, the murderer is still sad."

"I'm more curious than this, why don't you like him?"

"In the past, my parents and I lived happily together. It was all because of him that everything changed."

"Male and female?"

Shi Fangman said softly: "Man, he is my uncle."

Yan Zheng was taken aback for a moment, he thought it was another story about the mistress destroying the family, his family's version of sex change.

Regarding Shi Fangman's family, he only heard that his parents died early, but this was the first time he heard the other party mention what kind of old event it was.And Shi Fangman's low self-esteem and denial about his innate difference is also because of his family?Whether the so-called sense of identity with oneself as a different species and the sense of separation from others is due to what happened to him when he was a child, Yan Zheng has long been interested in the answer to this question, so he took advantage of the right time and place to continue Ask: "What did your uncle do?"

Shi Fangman pursed his lips tightly and did not say a word, Yan Zheng was afraid that he would stop talking, so he changed his mind and deliberately opened his mouth to guide: "I see, he objects to your parents' union, right?"

"There is no one who does not object, only the two of them...only the two of them are willing..."

His voice was even lower this time, and Yan Zheng could only get closer, almost at the close distance of knee to knee to hear it.Shi Fangman didn't dodge, his eyes were lowered, and his thick eyelashes rested quietly on his fair skin, like a tired pure black butterfly.

"...It's dirty and ugly, and if it breaks out, it will shame the whole family."

"I think they also knew that it was wrong, so they left without telling uncle, hiding, hoping that others would not find it."

"At the time I was born, the distance between cities was huge, and there were many remote places. If you leave here and go to other places, even if you will have strange eyes, the three of us can still live well. "

"I...my dad is older than my mother, much older..."

Shi Fangman suddenly opened his eyes, his eyes were timid, a look Yan Zheng had never seen before.His heart was shattered by that timid glance, and the blood and flesh splattered debris wrapped in that complicated and incomprehensible glance, but Yan Zheng's heartbroken and regretful emotions filled his whole chest, pressing down like gold, and like It burned like a raging fire, and he panicked immediately, opening his mouth almost at the same time to prevent the opening of the wound.