inexhaustible

"It's like this..." Ms. Miao's voice was low and her face was serious, "Mr. Huang from our team unfortunately passed away yesterday."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

"how come……"

"This disease is very fast, Lao Huang is already so old..."

"Last week, I felt that he was fine. It's a pity..."

Although I have not been to a few events and I am not very familiar with the group members, but the person who was talking and laughing last week passed away suddenly this week, and everyone would feel sad.

In my impression, Mr. Huang is a very easy-going old man. He is in his 70s, gray-haired, and in good spirits. No one would believe that he is a cancer patient.

It is said that he was diagnosed with lung cancer a year ago, and the doctor ordered him to undergo chemotherapy. He felt that he might not be able to survive because of his age, so he only underwent conservative treatment, and he also enrolled himself in a psychological support group to adjust his mood.

"Mr. Huang left a letter, and he named it to everyone in the mutual aid group. Let's listen to it together." Sister Liao tore open the white envelope she had been holding all the time, took out the letter paper inside, and opened it in front of everyone's eyes. Read it face to face.

"Goodbye everyone, see you next time!"

"See you next time."

The six team members said goodbye one by one, only to find out that it was raining heavily outside the gymnasium.

I'm a little worried. I forgot to check the weather forecast when I went out today. I didn't bring an umbrella.

"Old, teacher..." A timid voice came from behind.

I looked back and saw that timid and shy high school girl.

She didn't seem to know what to say when she was stared at directly. She stared at my face for three or four seconds, and then took out an umbrella from her bag as if she suddenly remembered something.

"You...you didn't bring an umbrella, did you? I, I can take you to the car."

I glanced at her umbrella, it was pink for girls.

"Thank you." I said softly.

The rain was a bit heavy, and all her umbrellas covered my head, and half of my body was soaked in the short steps to the parking space.

I was embarrassed to accept her favor in vain, so I asked where her home was and planned to give her a ride.

"No need, it's too troublesome..." The girl hurriedly waved her hand and declined, "I'll just take the bus back by myself."

The weather is terrible for 5 minutes at the bus station, not to mention her clothes are still wet.I saw that her hand holding the umbrella was completely red from the cold, so I guess she must be very cold.

"Come on, hurry up." I unconsciously brought on some sternness from class, the girl shivered, and she obediently got into the car.

Her family lives on the other side of the school, and my family is completely in two directions.

Two people in one car, it's a little strange not to talk all the time, but the girl is introverted, and I'm not a talkative person, I just said a few words at the beginning, and then there was no interaction.

"Teacher, what does death look like?" When approaching the destination, the girl said without warning.

I opened my mouth, not knowing how to answer.

Exploring "death" is an eternal theme of philosophy, but it is difficult to define it.

"Some philosophers believe that the death of the body is not the real death, but the real death is the annihilation of the will. A person's body dies, but the will lasts forever, and he will live forever in the world. Although a person is alive, the will is no longer. If you live like a walking dead, then this person is also dead.”

The girl was silent for a moment, then said again: "Grandpa Huang's will... is it still there?"

"Have you seen Coco?"

"Ah..." The girl was stunned before saying, "I've seen it."

In fact, I haven't watched it, but Yu Xixi came to school the next day and recounted the whole plot to me. When it came to the emotional part, I even cried, thinking that this film is unsurpassed.

"He's here as long as we're thinking about him," I said. "You can think of it that way."

The girl thanked me again when she got out of the car, but she still didn't dare to look at me, but her words flowed much more smoothly, as if she had simulated it many times in her heart.

"Thank you. I'm going to take the college entrance examination next year. I hope to be admitted to the Department of Philosophy of Qingwan University and become your real student." She opened the door and opened the umbrella, then turned around suddenly, "Well...you can call me Tian'er."

The first time I participated in a group activity, each member introduced himself, and I remember her surname was Yu.

"Hmm. Be careful it's slippery."

I said goodbye to her and set up the navigation to go home.

The car was silent, and while driving, I unconsciously thought of Mr. Huang's letter again.It's no wonder that Tian'er suddenly became sentimental. After hearing such a farewell letter, no one can remain indifferent to death.

"Everyone, when you read this letter, I should already be dead. Although I, Huang Yinguo, have known each other not long ago, I still have a close relationship with each other. At the last moment of my life, I would like to give you a tip for those who are unhappy. .

Live each day as if it were your last.Since you are going to die tomorrow, why can't you indulge yourself?Since tomorrow is going to die, why not cherish today?Since you are going to die tomorrow, leave your troubles for tomorrow.

In the past, I also felt that I had lived enough. At 76 years old, I have seen all the social changes, the world is prosperous, my children and grandchildren are full, and my family is harmonious. What regrets do I have?But when I was about to die, I realized that I had a lot of reluctance.Let’s not talk about the long story, the last sentence-you are still young, you have to live well. "

Live well...

It sounds simple and the words are few, but it is unexpectedly difficult to actually do it.

Park the car and press the elevator floor. After more than ten seconds, the elevator stopped, and the door slowly opened to both sides with a "ding".

As soon as I got out of the elevator door, I saw the "behemoth" paralyzed at the door of my house.

He leaned against the door, his whole body was soaked, maybe he was frozen, his face was very pale, and his lips lacked blood.

I really want this son of a bitch to listen to Mr. Huang's letter.

He closed his eyes slightly, wondering if he was asleep.

"Shang Muxiao." I came to him and called him softly.

He moved when he heard the sound, and opened his eyes little by little. He didn't know if it was because other colors on his face had faded, making his eyes look particularly deep and dark.

"You're finally back..." He rubbed his forehead, trying to wake himself up.

"How did you get here?" When I saw him, my hands ached unconsciously.

He raised his head, resting the back of his head against the door, his voice full of exhaustion.

"I walked over, but it rained halfway. My sister is not at home, so I should have gone to find that man again. I have nowhere to go, so please take me in." His hair was still dripping, and there was no dry place on his body. , It can be said that he was in a state of extreme embarrassment, he and I only knew each other at most, but he spoke naturally as if we were old friends for many years.

I should drive him away. It would be no good to meet him, but he will never obey me obediently, and I can't enter the house if he blocks the door.

At any rate, he is the younger brother of Yang Haiyang's girlfriend, and he and I are considered a teacher-student relationship. His current situation is not right, so it's not an exaggeration to take him in for a while...

"Let's go to the house."

Shang Muxiao stood up and stepped aside.

I opened the door and entered the house, and was about to turn on the light, when a flash of lightning suddenly fell outside the window, followed by rumbling thunder.

"My mother died on such a rainy day." Shang Muxiao walked to the window and quietly watched the rain outside, "She sent everyone away and threw me into the rain. The door wanted to enter the house, but there was no response from her. The rain was so heavy and I was so cold. I didn’t understand why she didn’t like me all the time. Later, when my sister came back from school, the driver knocked open the door, and they found her in the studio .She was wearing a white dress, sleeping peacefully, she was the most peaceful and gentle I have ever seen..."

His tone was flat, but I was terrified when I heard it.

I remember Yu Xixi said that when Shang Lu's wife died, Shang Muxiao was only five years old, right?

No wonder he hated rainy days so much.For a five-year-old child, any sad memory is enough to cast a shadow over his life, let alone such a tragic one.

I didn't know how to answer the call for a while, and I forgot to turn on the light, so I just stayed where I was, looking at his back.

"In the past, whenever it rained, my sister would be very worried about me, but today she didn't even call. Her main concern is not me anymore." He turned around and leaned against the window, his tone was not intense, and he could even Said without ups and downs, "The only gem, I will lose it too."

A rich person doesn't care if a dollar is missing from his property, but for a poor person, a dollar may kill him.

The look in his eyes made me uneasy, and the uneasiness was not from fear or worry...it was from a sore heart.

"Take a shower first, I'll find out if there are any clothes you can wear..." I avoided his gaze and went into the bedroom.

He raised his hand and pressed the position on his chest, and after a while, the soreness dissipated, and so did the anxiety.

Why can't human beings have more sovereignty over their bodies?I sighed silently.

After finally finding a set of pajamas that Shang Muxiao could probably wear, I went back to the living room and heard the sound of water in the bathroom, knowing that he was obediently going to take a bath.

Although my house is only one bedroom and one living room, it is not big, but it has two bathrooms.One is in my room for my own use. The height of the washbasin is adjusted according to the height of my wheelchair. The other is the one that Shang Muxiao is currently using and is for guests.

"Open the door and get you some clothes."

The sound of the shower diminishes and eventually disappears completely.After a while, the bathroom door opened, and a gust of hot and humid air escaped from it.

Shang Muxiao's body was dripping with water, and he took the clothes from my hands without any hesitation about my gaze.

"Thank you." He thanked softly and closed the door again.

I was stunned for a moment, then took out an unused quilt from the cabinet and threw it on the sofa, turned up the air conditioner in the living room, and then entered my room.

After washing up, I glanced at the door, a little worried, so I went out to have a look.

Shang Muxiao curled up on the sofa, and opened his eyes as soon as I approached.

His hair wasn't completely dried, and it was still a little damp. His previous arrogant expression was gone, and he looked a little cute.

"Professor Bei," he held out his hand towards me, "I seem to have a fever."

I stared at the finger he stretched out, hesitated for a while, but still held it.The temperature is hot, I really have a fever.

"I'll look for some medicine."

After rummaging through the boxes and cabinets, I found a box of antipyretics that hadn't expired. I poured water and sent it to Shang Muxiao.He sat up, took the medicine from my hand, took it with his head up, and took a quick gulp of water with my hand.

He lay back, feeling so uncomfortable that he didn't even want to say a word.

I put the water glass on the tea table beside him, picked up the quilt that was dragged to the ground, and stuffed it under his body.It was still raining outside, so I didn't turn off all the lights in the living room, but left a dim reading light to keep the environment from being too dark.

After waking up in the middle of the night, after going to the bathroom, he went to the living room to take another look at Shang Muxiao.

I took the temperature of his forehead with the palm of my hand, and it still felt a little hot.

Shang Muxiao was awakened by the movement, and when he looked at me, his eyes were still hazy.

"Sorry, I woke you up."

I was about to withdraw my hand when Shang Muxiao grabbed me, held my wrist and pulled my hand back, sticking it to his face.

"Your hands are cool, very comfortable." His eyes were red from burning, and his voice was also tinged with hoarseness.

I didn't quite get used to it, I wanted to shake my hand, and I was concerned that he was a patient.

I have also been sick, and I know that being sick is not easy, and people tend to become vulnerable.

"Because you still have a fever, it will be fine when the fever subsides."

"Hokube..." He looked at me with red eyes, and his lips were pressed against my pulse, as if he liked the touch of that piece of skin, "You can be my jewel."

I was stunned on the spot, completely forgetting to react.

If he made a bet with me with an arrogant face, or casually called me "Professor Bei", I could ignore it.

But now he is asking me to be his jewel with such a face and such a voice... Really, extremely cunning.