Quickly traverse the host, his weak constitution

There is also a child who is the same age as Xie Zao at home, so he takes care of Xie Zao very much.

When she comes in the morning, she will buy vegetables on the way, then come to the hospital to take care of Xie Zao, and bring the vegetables back when she returns home in the afternoon.

One day she dropped a small bag of chopped green onions in a corner, and several days had passed by the time she found the bag of green onions, the green onions inside were limp, almost dead.

Xie Zao looked at the handful of scallions with a sad expression:

"It's about to die, they can't survive." He seemed to be talking about himself, or just talking about this onion.

He almost lives in the hospital as his home. Even though he is still young, he understands the meaning of not being able to survive better than many adults.

Many people who have seen him will inadvertently reveal something in their eyes. Even if he does not deliberately understand the meaning of this look, he will increasingly understand that this look is called pity, which is people's sympathy and pity for him that he will not live long. .

The auntie looked at the pale and thin child in the light blue hospital gown, and felt a little sour for no reason. She originally wanted to say throw away the green onion, but turned her mouth abruptly, and blurted out:

"It's alive, it's not dead yet! Just watch!"

"Really?" The child's eyes were shining brightly, as if he was not looking at a wilted yellow green onion, but some treasure.

Auntie brought a disposable bowl, carefully poked a few small holes in the bottom, dug a handful of soil from the hospital garden, planted wilted green onions in it, watered some more water, and put it in the sun By the window sill, he smiled at the little boy on the hospital bed and said:

"Let's wait a few days and see! It must be alive!"

In the next few days, Xie Zao would fix his gaze on the bowl of onions every day, and then persistently ask every once in a while: "Is it alive?"

Every time, the aunt smiled and brought the bowl of scallions to the little boy to show, and then seriously replied: "It's happy!"

first day.

"It's happy! Look at it, it's more energetic! It stands upright!"

Aunt said softly.

the next day.

"It's happy! Look at its yellow leaves. When the old ones are gone, new ones will grow!"

The aunt said in a firm tone, while gently stroking the little boy's head.

Day three.

"It's so happy! Look at it sprouting new buds, and it looks really energetic! Ah, I'll come back to see it soon!"

The aunt said to the little boy who was about to enter the operating room for a dangerous operation with a very high mortality rate.

Fourth day.

"It's happy! Ah Zao, look! Two more shoots have grown, yesterday's buds have grown by an inch, Ah Zao, hurry up and see him!"

Holding the onion bowl through the glass of the intensive care unit, the aunt shouted silently to the little boy who was breathing weakly inside.

Day [-].

"He's alive! Ah Zao looked at it, how energetic it is! It's fresh and green, crisp and tender! How well it's alive!"

The aunt choked up and said, tears welling up in the eyes of the little boy who survived yet another surgery.

Xie Zao lightly touched the tender green leaves of the green onion with his thin white fingers, and showed a faint smile:

"Great! It's alive! It's good to be alive!"

Later, one day when the weather was fine and the sun was gentle, my aunt pushed Xie Zao to the window in a wheelchair to bask in the sun.

The bright golden sunshine with the tender green onion shows a warm vitality, and with bright colors, it seems to be able to heal all wounds and make people feel better.

Xie Zao couldn't help but set his eyes on the lush green onion.

The aunt saw it, her eyes were full of gentleness and kindness, she said to Xie Zao softly:

"Look at the original appearance of this onion plant, yellow and fragile, as if it would not survive at any time, but what about now?

It came alive, it only needs a little soil, a little water, and even no fertilization, and it grows so well, fresh and green, full of vigor.

So Ah Zao, we must not give up! It seems that we can't live anymore, but it's not that we really can't live!

Now that technology is so advanced, as long as you persevere again and again, technology will follow you again and again, and one day, you will wait for your hope! "

Auntie said this, with a light of happiness and anticipation in her eyes, as if she had seen that day with her own eyes.

She continued to describe the beautiful and splendid tomorrow paved with flowers and woven with soft clouds. Her eyes were slightly moist, like an ordinary mother praying for her child, and her eyes shone with fiery and brave brilliance:

"At that time, we Ah Zao will be like normal people, running on the golden green lawn, catching insects and weeding in the vegetable garden full of green onions, shouting loudly under the blue sky..."

Xie Zao fell into a beautiful imagination, as if he was afraid of disturbing the dream, he blinked his eyes lightly, raised the corners of his mouth slightly, his eyes wandered without focus, as if he was trapped in a soft and sweet cloud and couldn't extricate himself... …

After a while, he asked softly, "Will you wait until that day?"

His eyes were confused and uncertain.

Auntie looked at Xie Zao like this, her eyes were sore again, she turned around and wiped her tears with her sleeves, she said firmly, stronger than ever, she seemed to have made a promise, and the end of the promise was endless , but the process in the middle is firm and powerful:

"It will definitely! We will wait until that day!"

Xu Shi's words are firm and powerful, and cannot be questioned. The young children believed it. Since then, a certain belief has taken root and grown, lush like a green onion, cut by a blade, still growing green and growing endlessly.

When the bowl of green onions was getting old, the aunt cut it off in front of Xie Zao.

Xie Zao burst into tears immediately: "Don't..."

The aunt touched Xie Zao's head tenderly, and pointed to the bowl of green onions to him:

"Look, I didn't cut off its root, and it will grow back in a few days. I will cook these onions for Ah Zao."

Xie Zao didn't believe it.

The next day, my aunt brought tomato and egg drop soup in a thermos. It was fragrant, with a layer of fresh green onion sprinkled on the surface.

When the soup was placed in front of Xie Zao, his tears fell into the soup.

It wasn't until the sliced ​​green onion grew back that Xie Zao became happy and was very happy to drink the soup with chopped green onion.

The little emperor vomited blood three times a day (101)

Whenever watching Xie Zao drink the soup with chopped scallions, the aunt would always stand beside her with the scallion bowl, pointing to the scallions, and slowly said in a gentle tone:

"Ah Zao, look at the root of this onion, as long as we keep it, no matter how many times we cut it, it will grow back."

Auntie pointed to Xie Zao's chest again, and opened Xie Zao's light blue hospital gown, revealing the hideous surgical scar on the pale and thin chest. She touched it lightly with her hand, and continued:

"Ah Zao, the root of the onion is here, and your root is the heart in your chest. Everything can be changed. As long as the thoughts in your heart are consistent, nothing can change. Knock you down!"

If the original child survived countless endangered situations solely by instinct, then the child since then has really understood something else.

It is this deep-rooted belief and persistence that allowed him to survive countless dangerous situations in the future, and this belief is also increasing as he grows up, making his heart extremely strong.

Even a thin, pale, crumbling body could not prevent his heart from growing strong, alive, and invincible.

**

The sound of light footsteps sounded beside the bed, and the little emperor woke up from the dream again, opened his eyes in a daze, with fragile beads of sweat on his forehead, for a moment he couldn't distinguish reality from the dream.

Lin Zhi sat down by the couch, looked at the expression on the little emperor's face, wiped his sweat, and said softly:

"Are you sleepy?"

The little emperor didn't answer, but looked at the curtain on the top of the bed, wondering what he was thinking.

Lin Zhi was not annoyed that he didn't respond to his words. He was wearing a light green dress today, a very delicate color, which made his skin fair and delicate.

I saw him roll up a part of his sleeves, revealing his snow-like softness.

A small cut was made on it with a small dagger, and bright red blood rolled out like this, exuding a sweet smell in the air.

The little emperor sniffed his nose, and even though he was still dazed, he habitually put his mouth on it, sucked the delicious blood into his mouth, and swallowed it down.

Lin Zhiban lay on the bed, looking at the little emperor with a smile on his face.

After a long time, Lin Zhi's lips turned pale, and he patted the little emperor's head and said, "It's fine."

The little emperor seemed to understand, and stopped his movements, but when he left, he dawdled for a long time without a trace of blood remaining.

You have to eat clean when you eat!

The little emperor thought so.

Lin Zhi's eyes darkened a bit, his peony-like face became more and more charming, his passionate eyes locked on the little emperor's face, and after a while, he gently parted his petal-like lips, leaning against the little emperor's ear Edge said:

"Can you kiss me early?"

"Dear?" The little emperor raised his eyes ignorantly.

"Correct."

Lin Zhi stretched out a fingertip, pressed it on the soft but somewhat pale lips of the little emperor, and gently touched his fingertips.

The little emperor's eyelashes trembled, and the slender and slender eyelashes covered up the broken light inside.

Lin Zhi's eyes became darker, he slowly withdrew his hand, and tapped it on his lips.

With a charming voice, he said to the person in front of him, "Have you met early?"

"Is that right?"

The little emperor asked suspiciously, and then straightened his waist and kissed him like a cute tiger pouncing on his food.

Then, with a touch, he retracted his body.

Lin Zhi grabbed the little emperor's waist back, tightly trapping him in his arms full of aggression,