After transferring to another school, I was at the same table as the school girl who had a crush on

After Cheng Chengcheng and Lei Tiantian returned to school, they quickly spread Li Qing's words to the whole class, and at the same time, Shang Houde's illness was also spread.

Up to one year of survival.

[-]% surgical survival rate.

This heavy fact made everyone in the class look gloomy.

They couldn't help thinking about Li Qing's words, and their voices seemed to vibrate directly in their chests, minds, and deep in their hearts.

"Do you dare to fight?"

Countless students silently bit out their own answers in their hearts: "Dare!"

Teacher Shang dared to give up the superior conditions and bright future of Shengyi High School to come to Shangxi. Why didn't they dare to grit their teeth and fight hard for Teacher Shang and their own future?

Just as the real parting is silent, the real passion and determination do not need hysteria and shouting.

From that day on, no one in the class discussed the matter openly.Only occasionally when one eye meets another, they can read the firmness in each other's eyes.

The spring breeze passes by with rain, and the earth seems to be motionless, but there are already vigorous buds of life in the soil.

Eight in the morning.

Early self-study time.

The golden morning sun poured in from the windows in large swaths. The loud voices of early reading in the classroom and the quarrels of problem-solving methods vibrated the sparrows on the sycamore tree on campus, and the civet cat jumped down from the tree passively and frightened. , golden fallen leaves clattered down.

"Yaya, that's not how you use wrong questions." Shang Yang was wearing earphones, carrying a cup of sweetened soy milk, a bowl of red oil and a bag of newspapers, whistling indecently, passing through the classroom and caught a glimpse of Ou Yaya's notes.

"The core of the wrong question book is to analyze why you are wrong, summarize the types of wrong questions, and consolidate the knowledge points contained in it. Write the knowledge points on it, add reflections and sample questions, and the focus will be lost if there are too many words. Touch and write If you look at it so carefully, it’s easy to miss the point.”

Ou Yaya was surprised and said: "It turned out to be like this? I even bought another notebook specially for misremembering the questions."

"The wrong question book is for us to remind us. It is not a notebook for accumulation. We should delete a question after knowing it. The more you write, the thinner it is." Li Qing stood up and took the soy milk in Shang Yang's hand, "Don't I thought that the more study notes, the more serious the better. Learning is not about self-impression, efficiency is the most important thing. The focus of the wrong question book is review and memory, not the initial copying.”

Shang Yang gave Li Qing a thumbs up: "Li Xiaoqing, do you think we are heroes who see the same thing?"

Li Qing rubbed Shang Yang's head, and said with a smile: "Recite your English vocabulary well."

Shang Yang froze instantly.

The people in the class started to think because of Li Qing's words.

Li Qing was able to score high marks in the part-time work-study test in the first and second grades of senior high school. Apart from his high IQ, his efficient learning methods also contributed a lot.

But in the past two years, he has been outside the class, and no one dared to ask him this question.

Now that he takes the initiative to share, it will naturally attract the attention and thinking of many people.

"Learning is not about moving yourself, the focus is on efficiency."

Many people glanced at their daily work and rest and the high sea of ​​questions, and they were thoughtful.

After a whole day of intensive courses, the tired students finally ushered in a rare self-study class in the fourth class in the afternoon.

As soon as Li Qing finished speaking to a boy who came to ask math questions, Li Qing turned around and saw his deskmate, leaning his back against the wall, propping his face with his wrists, staring at him with a smile, and writing frankly. Seduce * seduce.

"School is about to end, and I haven't finished this paper yet." Li Qing looked amused, and knocked on the table seriously, "You still read it, so you don't have to leave today."

Shang Yang looked at him jokingly: "I'm lucky to have found such a good-looking boyfriend. Wouldn't it be a waste of others if I didn't look around more."

"You've been watching it for so long, and you still haven't gotten tired of it?" Li Qing said.

"How could it be?" Shang Yang recalled Li Qing in the corridor today, and smiled.

Regardless of the quiet and reticent young and obedient student, or the rebellious indifference reborn in the mud, Li Qing is not a person who is easy to get close to.

He is more used to getting along with himself, and his temperament is indifferent and alienated.

Except for being thin-skinned occasionally and being teased and shy by him, he is more like a genius robot with a cold setting.

When this usually cool and indifferent person stood up straight in the September sun and said "Dare you dare to fight" in an unscrupulous tone, the toughness and stubbornness in his bones were so sexy .

Shang Yang's heart was full of enthusiasm, his heart was surging, and his tone became more and more gentle: "How can I get tired of seeing Li Xiaoqing. I will never get tired of seeing him."

Li Qing's heart felt hot, and the tips of his ears turned red, and he avoided his gaze unnaturally: "Um..."

Shang Yang jokingly reminded: "Li Xiaoqing, your ears are red."

Li Qing's ears were still red, and he knocked on the table with a stern face: "It was agreed before, Shang Yang, you are not allowed to delay your English paper until tomorrow."

"Know-know-la--" Shang Yang sang word by word in a long voice, muttering in a low voice that everyone could hear: "Hey, yesterday I was spitting out 'Brother Shang' in the bathroom, now It becomes Shang Yang Shang Yang. This man's mouth is a deceiving ghost, tsk tsk tsk..."

Li Qing's temples were protruding: "Brother Shang!"

The two were talking and laughing when the get out of class bell rang.Li Qing and Shang Yang were just about to pack up, when Shang Yang's cell phone rang suddenly.

"Hey?"

"Well, I see."

"I'll go right now."

"Thank you, Doctor."

Seeing that the smile on the corner of Shang Yang's mouth disappeared little by little, his expression became more and more serious, and his tone became more and more serious, Li Qing also stopped his smile and looked at him solemnly.

After Shang Yang put down the phone, Li Qing asked, "The hospital's phone number."

"En." Shang Yang took a deep breath, his voice still trembling for a moment: "Shang Houde's nurse, Shang Houde just passed out after vomiting blood."

boom--

The headlights of the motorcycle were as white as snow, and the engine roared and roared with a deafening sound.

Li Qing was wearing a black leather jacket and a helmet, and put the black steel cheetah in front of Shang Yang: "Come up quickly."

Shang Yang put on his helmet, sat in the back row and hugged Li Qing's waist: "Let's go."

After all, Li Qing and Shang Yang are students who are about to take the college entrance examination, so they cannot stay with Shang Houde in the hospital all day long.

Grandpa Shang Yang found a professional nurse for Shang Houde.Normally, a nurse takes care of Shang Houde's daily life, and Shang Yang and Li Qing visit him whenever they have time.

Today, the nurse found out that Shang Houde vomited blood after taking a nap, and he didn't wake up for a long time.

Originally, the nurse was supposed to report the situation to Grandpa Shangyang, but the grandfather was too old after all, and the family doctor had sternly warned him several times not to let him be tired and stimulated.

Shang Houde really has a right and a wrong, and it's hard to say whether one or both of them will have an accident.

So Shang Yang decided to take over this matter on his own initiative.

Li Qing was naturally by his side all the time.

When Li Qing stood at the door of Shang Houde's ward, he seemed to be able to hear the doctor's calm and objective words echoing in the air.

"Our current recommendation is to operate as soon as possible to remove the lesion to prevent the disease from continuing to develop."

"This coma shows that Mr. Shang's situation is not optimistic."

"If necessary, it may be considered that the disease will rapidly deteriorate and spread in the short term."

Every sound and every word carries the ruthless mockery and sinister intentions of fate, tightly strangling the throats of patients and their families.

After rubbing his face, he forced a few smiles at the door frame, making himself look innocent before pushing the door open.

"I said don't buy those cheap things, just be greedy for a few cents and bargain with others, will they give you good things? And to save a few dollars for box lunches, eat those waste oil box lunches, look at them Is something wrong? Are you vomiting blood? You know you have a bad stomach and you are in the hospital, but you still dare to eat those things, I think you deserve it if it hurts to death."

While cleaning up the boxed lunches on Shang Houde's cabinet, Shang Yang reprimanded him seriously, "Let me tell you, if Shang Houde sees you greedy for such a cheap price again, believe it or not, I will throw it away for you. How many."

Aunt Lu, the nurse, clapped her hands and echoed: "Yeah!"

Poor Shang Houde was so reprimanded by his son that he couldn't lift his head, so he could only shrink under the blanket, revealing a head with gray hair, and his whole body was full of helplessness and innocence.

"……I do not have."

He was just greedy and stole a meal of braised pork.

"I said there is one!" Shang Yang picked up a lunch box and threw it away without hesitation: "I heard what my aunt said, and asked her to hire another aunt to cook for you, but you secretly fired him , Tell me if there is such a thing!"

Aunt Lu, the nurse, nodded seriously: "Yes, yes, yes!"

"I'm really just..." I was so greedy that I ate a meal of braised pork.

Shang Houde looked at his son's face, swallowed the second half of the sentence abruptly, and said pitifully, "I just think it's too much trouble for him."

Shang Yang raised his voice and sneered: "People use money to do things. If you feel troublesome, it's fine. I have money for your son! Isn't it natural for a son to spend money for me? Aunt Lu, don't you think so!"

Aunt Lu couldn't wait to call with the lamp: "Xiao Shang is right!"

Shang Houde wanted to say something more.Shang Yang glanced at him coldly: "If you don't eat those gutter oil box lunches, how could you suddenly faint today?"

Aunt Lu nodded solemnly.

As a patient, Shang Houde couldn't justify himself, and said aggrievedly, "...huh."

He's really just a glutton.

"Oh, this is really—"

The old man in the next bed was already in the late stage, and he was in severe pain, and it didn’t work with Dulantin, so he was amused, and he slid off the pillow while laughing and hurting: "Xiao Shang, Your son also cares about you. I have no regrets if I have such a son. "

Shang Yang and Li Qing had sharp eyesight and quick hands, and each of them went up and gently helped the old man up.Li Qing also specially added a pillow to the uncle's back.

Shang Yang apologized: "Uncle Chen, did we make you sleep because of the noise. Let me keep my voice down."

Uncle Chen waved his hand: "I don't have anything to do and sleep all day long. I just like to listen to you talking. It's all right."

The two were silent for a while.

I have heard doctors and nurses talk about this uncle's situation.The tumor is already advanced and the days are numbered, but the sons and daughters are working hard abroad.Although there is always money in the account, and the doctor has hired a professional nurse, the children have not come back several times.

Uncle Chen has a cheerful personality. Although he was still in pain, he smiled and started talking to Shang Houde: "Xiao Shang, listen to my advice, your son is right. At this age, you should listen to the younger generation." Just listen to the younger generation, don't be stubborn."

Poor Shang Houde was scolded by his uncle first and his son second, and his son’s boyfriend was ready to help him at any time. Even the nurse who took care of him had betrayed him, so he was really helpless.

He drooped his eight-character eyebrows, feeling aggrieved: "...I know."

He was just greedy and stole a meal of braised pork!

Boo!

When Shang Houde obediently admitted his mistake, and promised that he would never do it again willfully, and would never faint from weakness because of his willfulness, it was already half an hour later.

Hospitals have also banned visitors.

Shang Yang instructed Shang Houde a few more times, and threatened him that he would be disobedient, so he asked his grandfather to come and discipline him personally.Shang Houde interrupted him immediately, and said that he had become a Buddha immediately and put away all dust, please don't worry.

As soon as the door of the ward was closed, the fierceness on Shang Yang's face disappeared immediately, and he walked quickly towards the corridor at the end of the corridor, covering his mouth.

As soon as he reached the stairs, his unstoppable tears welled up in his eyes silently.

Li Qing had expected it a long time ago, so he quickly caught up with him, stepped forward and put his arms around his shoulders, and lifted him up to support him: "Brother Shang, it's fine, it will be fine."

Afraid of being heard by the people in the ward, both Shang Yang and Li Qing deliberately lowered their voices.

It’s already the beginning of the lights outside, and the night is enveloping the whole world, like sinking water, coming from all directions, covering people’s mouth, nose, eyes and ears, and the suffocating calmness gives people an illusion of almost tranquility.

In this long and quiet corridor of the hospital, apart from the occasional beeping of medical instruments, the air is quiet and lonely.

Shang Yang squatted on the ground, biting his lip as hard as possible to restrain and calm himself down, but his shoulders still trembled uncontrollably.

"When he was lying there just now, he was silent, and he couldn't wake up even if he screamed. I almost thought I would never see him again."

Li Qing patted him on the back: "I understand. Brother Shang, I understand."

"When I hated him before, I really thought about why it wasn't him who died, but the innocent mother. But now I don't want him to go, but he is sick again. Do you think it's funny..."

Li Qing gently kissed Shang Yang's forehead, and tightly held his hand: "I know, brother Shang, I know."

"Li Qing, I'm so scared. I'm really scared. I almost couldn't hold on just now..."

Li Qing hugged Shang Yang's twitching shoulders tightly, and kissed his hair tenderly: "I know, I know everything."

I have experienced this kind of parting twice, so I understand all your strength and collapse, and I feel the same.

If possible, I would rather use my back to shield you from all the pain of parting.

as long as you are good.

I wish you well.

Soundless silence flows in the dark corridor, and the sky seems to be fiddled with by a pair of ruthless hands.

"Only [-]% chance of successful operation." Shang Yang calmed down after a long silence, repeating the doctor's words.

"Only [-]%."

Sixty percent, a precise and ruthless number, cruelly divides the distance between life and death.

Who can know what fate will bring when making a choice?

Li Qing shook his hand seriously: "Teacher Shang has done so many good deeds, God will definitely bless him."

Shang Yang was silent for a long time: "...well. I will definitely."

"Li Xiaoqing." Shang Yang turned his head to look at Li Qing, and called softly.

Li Qing responded: "Brother Shang." He also watched him seriously.

With the narrow and long gleam of light leaking in from the half-covered corridor door, he saw behind Li Qing's quiet and resolute eyebrows.No matter when, he always seems so good-looking and calm.

He leaned forward, found Li Qing's lips, and kissed them lightly.

Li Qing put his hand on the back of Shang Yang's head, silently deepening the kiss.

This is a long and tender kiss that draws strength like a drowning child, relies on each other, redeems each other,

In the dark corridor, Shang Yang's voice almost whispered: "Thank you. Thank you for being by my side at this time."

In the ward.

In the darkness with the lights turned off, with his back to the nurse, sleeping curled up, Shang Houde stared at the bouquet of flowers on the cabinet, and sighed softly.

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