Long river

Cen Li talked with Lao Zhou, but he was thinking that Song Xingke was still standing outside the door.Lao Zhou took the apple that Cen Li peeled for him, raised his chin and said, "Call in, I'll show you."

Cen Li was helpless: "What's so interesting, I can still be deceived?"

"That's not sure." Lao Zhou looked him up and down, "Skin and tender meat, if you don't lie to me, who are you going to lie to?"

"Eat the apple." Cen Nei went to open the door for Song Xingke expressionlessly.

After Song Xingke came in, he shouted obediently: "Hello, teacher."

No matter how Lao Zhou saw how displeased he was, he curled his lips and said, "I'm not your teacher."

"You are Xiaoli's teacher, and you are my teacher." Song Xingke didn't care either.

Cen Li poked Lao Zhou and said, "That's enough, you."

"All right, all right!" Lao Zhou was annoyed, "You're protecting me, I'm not cannibal." After finishing speaking, he looked at Song Xingke again, and said to Cen Li, "Go out, I'll talk to him."

Cen Li was a little panicked: "Why, why don't I show you everything?"

Song Xingke patted the back of his hand and said, "It's okay, just wait for me for a while."

Cen Li looked at Lao Zhou, and Lao Zhou looked away, concentrating on eating the apple in his hand, as if he didn't eat oil or salt.He had no choice but to squeeze Song Xingke's palm, then opened the door and went out.

As soon as he touched the door, he heard Lao Zhou shouting behind him: "Don't eavesdrop!"

Cen Li was so angry that his head hurt, he ignored him and closed the door.

He stood outside the door, thinking wildly, wondering what Lao Zhou would say to Song Xingke.

After thinking about it, I felt that there was nothing I could say. It was nothing more than telling Song Xingke how difficult it was for him, and telling him to treat himself well.Cen Li was actually not too worried, Lao Zhou would never interfere with his decisions.

Lao Zhou wanted him to take the postgraduate entrance examination, but he disagreed, so Lao Zhou didn't mention it again.His grandma couldn't be cured in the end, and asked Cen Li to take him home, but Lao Zhou didn't agree. Cen Li gritted his teeth and helped grandma get out of the hospital, but he didn't persuade him any more.

Cen Li has always been disobedient, and sometimes he doesn't understand what Lao Zhou likes about him, and treats him like his own son for so many years.

When the old lady passed away, only Lao Zhou, Lin Feng and sister Jiajia came to accompany him.There was no funeral, no condolences, just a hasty cremation.

But that was the first time someone helped him wade through the muddy water. He looked around, and it was no longer a blank fog.

When Song Xingke came out, his expression didn't change. Cen Li looked at him but didn't say a word. He greeted Lao Zhou and left the hospital with him.

Song Xingke couldn't bear it anymore: "Don't you ask what we said?"

"What's the point of asking?" Cen Li smiled, "You can guess the content with your toes."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll be scolded?" Song Xingke pretended to be angry.

"What's the matter with scolding you?" Cen Li said confidently, "What? You still want to scold me back?"

Song Xingke shut up.

Cen Li was going to take a taxi home, but Song Xingke was not willing to see him off, so he laughed at Song Xingke: "Mr. Song, why are you so free? The company doesn't want it anymore?"

"The company is not as important as my boyfriend." Song Xingke was shameless, "As long as you tell me, let me give you the company."

"I don't want it." Cen Li said, "I don't know how to start a company. If you give it to me, you will go bankrupt in three days."

"If you go bankrupt, go bankrupt. This company is not the only one in our family. I will give it to you to play."

Listening to Song Xingke talking nonsense to him, Cen Li closed his eyes and leaned back after saying the address, not talking to him anymore.

When he woke up, it was almost dark.The heater in the car was fully turned on, and it was pitch black.

The back of the chair was put down, he was wearing Song Xingke's suit, and Song Xingke was sitting aside with glasses and working with a computer, wearing only a shirt.

Seeing that he woke up, Song Xingke took off his eyes, rubbed his messy hair at the temples, and said with a smile: "I don't know, I thought you haven't slept for several days and nights, why did you sleep so soundly, huh?"

"Why didn't you call me?" Cen Li rubbed his eyes, "It's getting dark, are you hungry?"

"Look at you sleeping well, get out of the car, we're home." Song Xingke took his coat and put it on, and got out of the car with him.

Song Xingke came to Cen Li's house for the first time.

The house is a bit old, but very clean.This is the house that Cen Li and the old lady rented when they first arrived in City A. After the old lady passed away, the landlord wanted to sell the house. Cen Li didn't want to move, so he calculated the money on hand and bought the house.

Song Xingke saw the old lady's portrait, was silent for a moment, and asked Cen Li: "When did it happen?"

Cen Li thought for a while and said, "In the third year I came to City A, she didn't want to stay in the hospital, so I brought her back."

"Are you taking her for treatment alone like this? You have never been to City A..." Song Xingke's voice was low, and his heart ached to death.

Cen Li smiled: "I lived in City A when I was a child, but it was because of my father that I went to City C."

Song Xingke didn't speak, he took the incense that Cen Li handed him, and respectfully inserted it on the incense burner in front of the old lady's portrait.

He didn't dare to think about how the seventeen or eighteen-year-old Cen Li took a patient and took root in a strange city.

But he still became so outstanding. He was admitted to the best medical university in city a and entered the best hospital in city a. Don't forget to grow.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Cen Li patted him on the back and said, "Don't feel bad, I'm not tired at all, and now I still have you."

Listening to Cen Li coaxing him, Song Xingke said in a low voice, "How can you not be tired, Cen Li, I regret it."

"If I had..."

"There are no hypotheses, Song Xingke." Cen Li interrupted him, "Everything is just right."

"The probability of good things happening is the same as the probability of bad things happening. You have to say if-if we were still together at that time, maybe I would not be who I am now, and you would not be who you are now."

"We can't think about this, Song Xingke, I have never regretted it."

Cen Li felt blessed at this moment.

He suddenly understood what Cen Qingyang said. Cen Qingyang said, I am willing to bear the consequences of making these choices, whether it is fair or unfair.

Cen Li thought, yes, the moment he chose to leave Song Xingke, he was forced to accept the ending of losing him forever.

And all of this now is a gift from God.Compensation for the suffering he suffered in the first 20 years.

Song Xingke was still standing in front of him, saying I love you to him like he did six years ago. This is a great thing, and it is the luck that will always be worthy of his tears.

Song Xingke hugged him silently, and as he thought, whispered in his ear: "Cen Li, I love you."

Cen Li hugged him back, looked at the portrait of the old lady, and whispered: "Me too, Song Xingke, I love you too."

The old lady frowned, as if she was smiling at him, and Cen Li smiled too.

Song Xingke kissed his side face gently and firmly.

The big bell started to ring again, Song Xingke was taken aback, and Cen Li couldn't help but laugh at his reaction.

Song Xingke was helpless: "This clock in your house...is really unique."

Cen Li continued to complain: "The old lady treasured it. Before she passed away, she pointed at it with her finger. She probably knew that I didn't like it, so she was afraid that I would throw it away."

Song Xingke frowned, and said thoughtfully: "Xiao Li, have you ever thought about it?"

"Huh? What?" Cen Li asked.

"That clock." Song Xingke pointed with his finger, "Did your grandma leave something for you inside?"

The room fell silent for a moment, and Cen Li looked at him with wide eyes, then at the clock, and said, "No way..."

"You'll know if you take a look?" Song Xingke pushed a stool over and took down the clock.

When they opened it, they saw a letter stuck on the back of the clock.

Cen Li stared at the letter, his hands trembling uncomfortably.Song Xingke sighed, pulled him to the bedroom, patted his head, and said softly, "I'll wait for you outside."

After speaking, he closed the door and went to the living room.

Cen Li opened the letter in silence, and saw the old lady's graceful handwriting.He closed his eyes and read it word by word.

"Xiao Li:

I don't know when you'll see this letter, Grandma hopes it won't be too late.

Our little life is not good, my mother left early, and my father was wronged again.Grandma thought, fortunately, we have grandma to take care of us in the small village.

But now grandma is leaving you too.

Grandma is thinking about you, and she can't sleep well all night, thinking that my baby is not yet 20 years old, and he will face the great tragedy of life again and again, how can he bear it?

Your grandfather passed away early, and your grandma and your father depended on each other for life. After having you, you are so young, and your grandma's heart is about to melt. She wished to give you the softest thing in the world.

Grandma has also tasted all kinds of hardships in life, and even thought about dying when it was the most difficult time.People have to have hope in life, I am afraid that my little life will lose hope, so what is the difference between alive and dead?

But you made grandma proud. Up to now, I can still say that Xiaoli is like a small sapling, growing continuously. Sometimes I even think that you can overcome the difficulties of any world and grow into a towering tree, protecting what you want to protect people, give them shade, as you have been doing.

But I don't want the world to embarrass you.Whether you succeed or fail, whether you persist or give in is your own choice. What kind of person you become, whether you are willing to bear the harshness of the world, will not affect my love for you.

Xiaoli, grandma wants to tell you something.

Grandma hopes that you are kind and sincere, no matter what you choose, you must be like Dad, with a clear heart.

You will have a lot of love, and you will find your lover one day in the future. Looking at him will be like looking at the most precious treasure in the world, and at the same time you will gain the courage to go on.

You will hold the hope of the world in your hands, you will reconcile, you will be grateful, you will be content.

So go on, don't worry about the pain in front of you, look at the future, see the beautiful scenery you haven't seen before, open your arms to love others, and be loved at the same time.

Cen Li, you can have countless things as long as you want, grandma wants you to think.

Grandma stayed in the past and gave all her wishes to my baby, don't be afraid, don't look back, Cen Li, look forward.

I love you forever.

Xia Qinglan"

Cen Li always felt that life was long.

He seemed to be crossing a long river, and the people on the bank went their own way without ever looking at him.

In the river is a whirlpool.

The vortex was so deep, it kept entangled him, trying to drag him into the trap and the abyss.He was always struggling, exhausted each time, thinking it was the last.

He envied those who were born on the shore, they didn't understand the depth of the river, and they just kept their heads buried in the water.

But there are always people who climbed ashore from the river.

Someone stopped and stretched out his hand to pull him, someone pushed him up in the river desperately, so he was able to hold on to the river bank tightly, turn over and walk on the road that he only dared to secretly envy.

The people in the river said, the scenery on that road is so beautiful, you have to go and see it.

Cen Li thought, yes, it is really beautiful.

He squeezed the letter and opened the door.Song Xingke was waiting for him outside the door, and when he saw him coming out, he smiled and opened his arms, saying, "Boyfriend hug."

Cen Li rushed over.

The lights are dim and the time is overwhelming.

When he crossed the long river, what he saw when he looked back was only scribbled suffering and missed time.