Airborne Learning God

On the fourth day of the Lunar New Year, junior high school classmates organized a party, and Zheng Aiqing pushed it. When he first came, he was in city t. He rushed back to city b and came back again. Although I haven't exercised for a long time, my arms and legs are still sore. Now Zheng Aiqing just wants to lie down with salted fish.

Zheng Jingzhou was watching the replay of the Spring Festival Gala in the living room. This time, he could sleep until the seventh day of the Lunar New Year, and Cai Wen was similar. Occasionally, she would come to help when the surgical emergency was too busy.

She Jian was in the hospital with Mr. She, and she wanted to invite Zheng Aiqing to join her yesterday, but Zheng Aiqing still refused on the grounds that her legs were hurting and her arms were sore.

It's really sore. I guess it's because Zheng Aiqing doesn't exercise much when he's a child. It just so happens that he doesn't have a temperament that can tolerate pain. Anyway, Mr. She lives well in the hospital and doesn't know how to run. He will go there in two days Look the same.

So, the two made an appointment to see Mr. She together in a few days.

There is a saying that the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, and the child wants to support but does not wait for relatives.

Not long after midnight, the phone rang in a hurry. Zheng Jingzhou answered the phone a little loudly, and then hurriedly communicated with Cai Wen who came out.

Zheng Aiqing, who was playing games all night, naturally heard it too.

In the notification sound of doublekill, he heard Cai Wen's shocked and worried voice. He didn't understand the proper nouns, but he heard "Mr. She".

Throwing off the quilt, Zheng Aiqing rushed out to ask about the situation without caring about playing games.

Zheng Jingzhou and Cai Wen were in a hurry to get dressed, "Your Grandpa She's condition has suddenly worsened, and a critical illness notice has been issued just now."

Zheng Aiqing gripped the phone tightly, and hurriedly changed her clothes and shoes, expressing that she would follow along.

Faced with this night owl, Zheng Jingzhou wanted to say a few words to him. After all, staying up late would increase the pressure on the heart, but now there is a more urgent situation, so Zheng Jingzhou had to swallow his words, and Cai Wen was similar.

There are still many cars on the road in the early morning, after all, it is still in the year.

Cai Wen was driving, Zheng Jingzhou kept calling and answering emails to discuss his illness, Zheng Aiqing frowned and watched the scenery speeding away outside the window.

After hesitating for 2 minutes, Zheng Aiqing sent She Jian a WeChat message, telling him not to worry too much, her parents are also on their way to the hospital, Mr. She will be fine.

Not long after the news was sent, She Jian called, Zheng Aiqing immediately answered, and She Jian's low voice came from inside:

"The authoritative experts in Eurasia who were picked up by private plane before, those four people have already gone in to discuss for more than half an hour."

"Grandpa has been giving first aid. I can't see him. Those experts didn't even look at my grandpa. They only knew about meeting and discussing."

"The notice of critical illness has been downloaded! When I was holding the notice of critical illness just now..."

Zheng Aiqing could hear She Jian's soft cry, and before he could say anything, someone on the other end of the phone came and called She Jian twice, and She Jian suddenly hung up.

It was probably She Jian's uncles and aunts who came to the hospital.

Cai Wen, who was driving ahead, glanced at her son who was in a daze, "What's going on now, what's the matter?"

"Grandpa She is giving first aid. He said that the foreign experts who were invited didn't look at the situation, but just focused on the meeting." Zheng Aiqing's voice was a little hoarse, and her hands in her pockets were trembling uncontrollably.

Zheng Aiqing felt a little cold, and She Jian's words reminded him of when his grandfather passed away...

It was also late at night, and Zheng Jingzhou was performing heart replacement surgery on a boy who was about the same age as Zheng Aiqing in another operating room, and outside the other operating room, Cai Wen was wearing a white coat and was sitting on a chair with Zheng Aiqing tightly in her arms Waiting for a result.

The narrow aisle was full of people Zheng Aiqing didn't know, Zheng Aiqing asked her anxious grandmother who were those people in a low voice.

Grandma told Zheng Aiqing that those people are your grandpa's brothers and their descendants.

Zheng Aiqing nodded half understanding, he waited anxiously, waiting for grandpa and father.

However, he did not wait for the living grandpa, nor did he see his father.

The middle-aged doctor took off his mask and said, "The family members go in and say goodbye to the patient for the last time, and there were cries of pain all around.

At that time, Zheng Aiqing was still too young. Although she already knew what death was, she didn't know what it meant. She just had a natural fear of it.

When Zheng Jingzhou arrived, he signed his name on the death notice very calmly. Zheng Aiqing was small, and when she looked up, she saw her father's tearful face.

That summer, the cicadas were noisy and annoying. Zheng Aiqing was wearing a small black suit, holding a bouquet of flowers, standing in the crowd, looking at the small photo on the small tombstone.

In the audience, only the grandfather in the photo was smiling. Looking at it, Zheng Aiqing also pursed her small mouth and bent her lips.

Zheng Aiqing's grandfather was really a naughty little old man. He had already written a suicide note when he was still in good health, which clearly pointed out that a few words must be engraved on his tombstone: The person who sleeps here, is famous on the water.

Later, Zheng Aiqing went to elementary school, and only after reading the book did she realize that it was also the epitaph written by the British poet Keats for herself during his lifetime.

When death sweeps everything away, leaving only one name, the words written on the water, a gust of wind will wipe it away without a trace.

People die like a lamp goes out, Zheng Aiqing thought, this is probably the meaning of death.

When rushing to the hospital, similar scenes overlapped with the summer that Zheng Aiqing remembered.

Zheng Aiqing glanced around and made eye contact with some people, but she didn't find She Hang and Zhou Ruiqing, only She Jian was sitting alone in the corner, not knowing what she was thinking.

There were still three dove black chocolates in her pocket, so Zheng Aiqing stuffed them all into She Jian, "My parents have already rushed to the emergency room, and my dad has always been Grandpa She's attending doctor, you...don't worry."

Seeing that She Jian didn't move, Zheng Aiqing took the initiative to tear open the packaging of the chocolate and fed it to She Jian. Maybe the chocolate was too thick and panicked. Eyes are still looking around.

Some relatives standing or sitting in groups of three or four cast their eyes in this direction, and a middle-aged woman handed over a bottle of water.

Zheng Aiqing took the water, "I didn't see my uncle or aunt."

The strength of the hands on the arms suddenly weakened.

She Jian just held the bottle of water and didn't drink it.

"The notice of critical illness needs to be signed by the immediate family members. I was the only one here at the time. I wanted to sign, but the doctor refused."

She Jian's voice was very hoarse, even a little unpleasant, "Later, my aunt and the others came to sign the contract. My parents were abroad to discuss cooperation. They shut down the entire process for a very important medical project, so they couldn't be contacted."

Zheng Aiqing gently placed her hand on the top of She Jian's head, but did not speak.

Xu's throat was uncomfortable, and She Jian didn't speak, and the others were also very quiet. Some people left in the middle, it seemed that the supervisor's project data had gone awry.

Zheng Jingzhou and a group of foreign experts came out of the room next to the operating room, and quickly entered the operating room to start the operation. There was no pause in the whole process, and Cai Wen only had time to comfort She Jian and say don't be afraid.

As time passed by, Zheng Aiqing even heard She Jian's stomach growling with hunger.

Just when Zheng Aiqing was wondering whether she should go to the 24-hour convenience store outside the hospital to buy some food for She Jian, the door of the operating room was opened.

Zheng Aiqing heard the same words as she heard when she was young:

"The family members go in and say goodbye to the patient."

The hood of death still did not escape.

The relatives helped each other, and walked into the operating room wiping away tears. Zheng Aiqing helped She Jian up with great effort, and Zheng Jingzhou took off his gloves, "Go in quickly."

Zheng Aiqing was about to let go, but She Jian suddenly grabbed Zheng Aiqing's hand, "Together, my grandpa... has always wanted to see you."

Grandpa She's eyes were not small, and when he was dying, his eyes were even bigger and protruding, but they were no longer bright.

It is said that before death, all functional organs gradually lose their functions.

Mr. She's eyes were dark, but fortunately, he could still hear voices in his ears.

There were suppressed crying all around, and She Jianwen called grandpa in a warm voice, saying that he would bring his tablemate to see you.

Grandpa She wanted to turn his head to take a closer look at his grandson's deskmate, but his head didn't quite work, and he felt a little pity.

He really wanted to meet, to see the grandson he had brought up with one hand, and whom he had watched since he was a child... the boy he liked.

There were hands holding his gradually numb hands, Mr. She felt that this was probably the most complete moment for relatives to get together.

He carefully identified it, but he didn't hear his eldest son's voice, he couldn't stop feeling disappointed, and sighed that that bastard didn't even take a last look at his own father in order to benefit mankind.

There is a saying that before a person dies, his brain will have three seconds to review his life.

Mr. She gradually lost his five senses and did not know where he was.

One second...two seconds...three seconds...

At the end of the third second, Mr. She saw his teenage self... throwing a fat worm at a girl.

The girl in the beautiful dress screamed and turned her head, her small polished black leather shoes were hard on her ass...

Old Man She smiled, his wife has not been in his dream for many years, if only there is an afterlife, Old Man She thought.

When the doctor announced brain death, She Hang and his wife hadn't arrived yet.

She Jian took one last look at Mr. She who was covered in a white cloth, and was the first to walk out of the operating room.

It was the early morning of the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, and someone secretly set off some firecrackers before dawn.

Most of the windows of the residential buildings are hung with red lanterns and small colorful lights, reflecting the still gray sky, which seems to mean that there are thousands of lights.

Thousands of lights.

It should be the loneliest idiom in the world, because most of the people who can say this word do not have a real home in this city.

She Jian took Zheng Aiqing to a convenience store to buy some food, the two sat on the cold street steps and ate, the cold wind did not become warm and warm because of She Jian's loss of a loved one, it still shaved people's faces harshly .

Zheng Aiqing's sniffing sound was particularly clear.

She gradually regained consciousness, and dragged Zheng Aiqing back to the hospital.

"I told my grandfather before that I have to go to the University of Science and Technology for the college entrance examination. If I can't pass the first one, I will take the second one."

She Jian took a big bite of the bread and continued, "The old man also said that he wants me to show him around the University of Science and Technology."

A sigh of unknown meaning scattered in the air.

Later, when the university admission letter came out, She Jian was indeed admitted by the University of Science and Technology, really in the second batch.

That evening, She Jian took the admission notice and stayed in front of Mr. She's tombstone for a long time.

There was a spoof story circulating on the Internet:

Once upon a time there was a pangolin. He kept digging, trying to find pangolin B, but he dug through one mountain after another, but he couldn't find it in the end.

Because, in this world, there is no pangolin at all.

After reading this story, many people would probably laugh it off, thinking that pangolin is really stupid, as stupid as the Yugong in Yugong Yishan.

How should I put it, the most difficult thing in this world is not to find no one waiting after crossing mountains and ridges, but to grit your teeth and persevere to cross mountains and ridges knowing that there is no one waiting.