Mr. Shen's little boyfriend

My grandfather was in good condition some time before the operation, but his condition suddenly deteriorated after two or three months.

Even to the point of being bedridden, my hands and feet were swollen to varying degrees, and I also had chest tightness and shortness of breath at night, and I couldn't breathe.

He also began to become as worried as his mother. He asked his mother many times-what's wrong with grandpa.

But without exception, his mother's answers to him were all evasive.

He began to panic a little.

Until one day, it was already more than four months after my grandfather's surgery.

He went out to fetch hot water for the thermos, but when he came back, he heard his mother's cry of collapse.

He stood stiffly outside the half-opened door, until his eyes were blurred.

God really likes to joke with him——

"Girl, tell me the truth, what's wrong with me, old man."

"Dad, don't think too much about it. We'll go home when he's cured."

"Girl, don't lie to me. Let me go in plain sight."

His mother couldn't bear it any longer, and the suppressed crying was released little by little. He heard his mother tell the truth intermittently, "It's advanced liver cancer... Dad... what should I do..."

"..." For a while, there was no other sound in the room except mother's crying and the sound of medical equipment running.

"It doesn't matter, the old man has lived for so long, and there are you and Tongtong. It's worth it to take a trip to the world." Instead, grandpa patted his mother on the shoulder to comfort his daughter.

Tears filled his eyes, and finally dripped on his hands overwhelmed.The icy cold touch was far inferior to his shattered heart.

He didn't believe it, it was fine before.

He dropped the thermos like crazy and ran in the corridor.

He was going to find the doctor, and the doctor clearly said that the operation went well.Why is it still like this?

The nurses at the nurse's station were taken aback by him.Over the past few months, the nurses on this floor have known him. In their eyes, he is a quiet and well-behaved kid with good academic performance.

But at this moment, the quiet kid had red eyes and panted heavily, and he looked like a different person from before.

He asked them where the doctor in charge of grandpa was.After asking, go straight to the doctor's office.

He pushed the door open with a 'slam', and all the manners and manners he had learned in the past were reduced to ashes at this moment.

"Doctor, my grandfather..." He was at a loss for words for a moment, he wanted to hear the doctor's answer, but he was afraid of hearing the doctor's answer.

On the contrary, the doctor's attitude is still unhurried, "Do you want to ask about your grandfather's illness?" Doctors witness life and death, love and pain in the hospital every day.Such a situation is not surprising.

"En. What's wrong with my grandfather?" He felt his throat dry and his voice rough after speaking.

The doctor pushed his glasses, and the calmness accumulated over the years was slightly broken when he saw a red-eyed child asking about his grandfather's condition. The doctor turned back and gave him a copy of the medical record, "Let's see for yourself."

There are many professional terms in this case that he can't understand, but he can understand the two characters on the top - liver cancer.

Just like mom said.

He felt a pat on the shoulder, and then he heard the doctor say to him, sorry.

"Is there no cure for this disease?" He only knew from the mouths of adults that cancer is difficult to cure.

"Your grandfather should still be there for a while."

The doctor's words were very cryptic but so straightforward, digging out the bloody facts from the false cover, even flesh and blood.

The knives were stabbed at his body, ranging from sharp pain to numb dull pain.

For a long time, He Qiutong didn't understand his mother—why did she hide the truth alone, so that he could only learn about his grandfather's condition from outsiders.

Until I grow up and watch a lot.

Only then did he understand his mother's thoughts and experience her mother's pain at that time.

Mother, a sick woman, kept this cold death secret in her heart for so long, just for him and grandpa to relax for a while.Still, the ending cannot be changed, why not let them have a little more time to be happy, she can bear the painful things by herself.

Thinking about it carefully, he and his grandfather laughed sincerely for several months before they knew they had cancer, while their mother was depressed all day long.

Paper can't hold fire, when tiny sparks start to ignite, the ending is already doomed.

Grandpa didn't last long. In the last two weeks, the torment of illness and the waiting of death all kept grinding the old man's nerves.

Almost every day, nurses came to drain my grandfather's ascites. Every time the nurse came in, my mother would find various reasons to let him out. My mother was still whitewashing the peace, and he didn't want to expose it.This weird balance is almost his only salvation these days, as if nothing happened without saying anything.

But he still saw it. Grandpa's swollen belly and bruised blood vessels were all visible.Grandpa groaned in pain, he could hardly hold back his tears.

The nurse came out with the trolley, which meant the end of the pain.He wiped his tears outside the corridor before going in.

Grandpa saw him coming in and smiled.

Grandpa has been unable to sleep for the past few days. Cancer cells have made their home in every corner of this body, and the pain is gnawing at the flesh all the time.But grandpa never cried out in pain in front of them, only occasionally at night could he hear grandpa's uncontrollable sobs.

On the day my grandfather left, there was a fine day with no clouds in the sky.

"I want to bask in the sun."

He heard his grandfather's old voice say.

Grandpa can hardly get out of bed now, let alone go downstairs to bask in the sun.Mom opened the window and drew the curtains.

The sunshine outside the window was as bright as fire, and sprinkled on grandpa's quilt through the window.Grandpa put his hands tremblingly on the quilt in the sun, and said to him: "If you lie on the bed all the time, the old man will get moldy. It's really warm in the sun."

He went to turn the handle at the end of the bed to raise the bed.Grandpa leaned on the bed and called him over.

"Tongtong, you have to listen to your mother in the future. Grandpa... Grandpa is going to travel to a far away place. It will take a long time to come back. You have to take good care of your mother. She is not in good health. Don't make her angry, you know .”

"But I believe that if Tongtong is so obedient, she won't make her angry."

Grandpa looks very energetic now, but he can't be happy.He went to check the symptoms of liver cancer and the last time, and he also knew that there was something called backlight.He silently listened to his grandfather's last instructions, and his eyelids began to tremble uncontrollably.

"It's a manly man, Tongtong is not allowed to cry." Grandpa's hands full of pinholes stroked the top of his head.

He lowered his eyes and didn't dare to look at his grandpa's face. He knew that his grandpa was crying, and the teardrops dripped on the quilt. tears.

After talking for a long time, grandpa was tired.The voice gradually died down.

Mom flattened the bed for Grandpa to lie on.

Finally, grandpa weakly let go of his and mother's hands.

Di-

The ear-piercing sound almost pierced through the eardrums, and the ups and downs on the electrocardiogram suddenly disappeared and became calm.

The harsh voice was mixed with the mother's heavy breathing and uncontrollable sobbing.

It was the early summer of his year.

Mother went to grandpa's funeral alone with a haggard face, and the strange father didn't show up even on the day of grandpa's funeral.

It was also a sunny day on the day of my grandfather's funeral, and the sun was particularly vicious.The sun hurts people's eyes and brain.

He has been with his mother, holding her arm.Because my mother's condition is really bad, my mother's already thin body has become as thin as a piece of paper in the past few months, and it seems that the breeze can blow her away.

This made him start to worry. Grandpa's death was already a sudden nightmare, and he didn't want his mother to have any health problems.

Grandpa asked him to take good care of his mother, and he will definitely do it.

But some things are destined to backfire, and some promises are destined not to be fulfilled.

His mother's body also went from bad to worse during his summer vacation. Although it was hot and dry in midsummer, her palms were still as cold as ice.

In the past, my mother would go to the yard under the sycamore tree to knit sweaters in the afternoon or just quietly watch him play on the swing, but since my grandfather passed away, my mother never had the opportunity to take a quiet afternoon.

Mom was lying on the bed in the bedroom, and Midsummer was also covered with a thick quilt.

It's not that I haven't been to the hospital to see it, but the sickness in this mother's womb, the doctor said at most it is just a good health care.The home began to be filled with the bitterness of traditional Chinese medicine every day, especially in my mother's bedroom.Every time he went in, he felt as if he was about to suffocate in the stuffy smell of traditional Chinese medicine.

But my mother seems to like it very much, and she doesn't want to go out all day long, lying in the bedroom every day.

At first, He Qiutong was allowed to go in and talk with her, but later on, he shut the door behind him.

In the past few days, he never went out again. He sat at the door of his mother, carefully listening to the movement inside.He was so scared.

I am afraid that my only relative will leave me.

Mom's appetite for eating is getting worse every day, but there is nothing he can do.

At night, when his mother fell asleep, he would sneak in and take advantage of the moonlight to look at her withered face.

The timeline is mercilessly pushed back bit by bit, his vacation is almost over, but his mother's condition is still not getting better, and she is even terminally ill.

Aunt Nanny once tugged at his sleeve and told him, "Your mother might..."

He suddenly interrupted what the aunt hadn't said, "No! No, no." He said it silently several times, not knowing whether he was telling his aunt or comforting himself.

One day, my mother opened the door suddenly and started to eat well. He was very happy at that time, as elated as if he won the first prize in the lottery.

But her mother's appearance is not as quiet and gentle as before, and the breath of gray defeat has always lingered around her. He Qiutong, who was not very empathetic at the time, just felt that her mother seemed unhappy all the time, but she didn't know what was wrong.

But mom can eat seriously!He thinks this is a sign of good development.

But he found out later that his mother forced himself to eat every time, and ran to the toilet to spit it out while he was packing up the dishes. This self-abuse of eating only made her body worse.

Every day when my mother got up, she would hold his hand and mutter, talking about things upside down or complaining about the hopelessness of the day.

What mother often mentioned was the deceased grandfather and a name he had never heard of - He Li.

Only later did he know that this was the name of the strange father.

Every time I mention him, my mother will cry.Silently, she began to cry silently. The tears fell out of my mother's sunken eye sockets as if she didn't want money, and wet the quilt for a long time.

He frantically tried to help his mother wipe away the tears, but it didn't work at all.When it is dried, new tears will well up.

He was so distressed and hated.

He couldn't stop hating his father, hating his ruthless indifference, hating his irresponsibility.