best day

The ancients used birth, old age, sickness, and death to describe life, which shows that these are indeed the heaviest things in just a few decades.

What Zheng Luolai faced this autumn and winter was exactly one of the prison sentences.

Physical pain, mental stress, and uncertainty about the future are all ravaging this young man who used to laugh at the wind and snow. He often feels like he has become another person when he is running between the hospital and the company: There is hardly any desire to rest or give up, just to go on, on, and on.

The matter of falling out with grandpa quickly spread in the family quietly. Dad made some adjustments, but he didn't impress the old man, so he had to let him wait patiently.

The mother who had remarried to another country a long time ago even paid a sum of money as concern, without any intention of taking action.

——This is the kind of family affection that Zheng Luolai can feel, just as cold as ever.

No one thought he would be so seriously ill, because no one really cared about him.

Not before, not now.

——.

Although all methods have been exhausted, the match for kidney surgery still depends on luck.

Zheng Luolai has been relying on dialysis treatment until the spring of the following year before he received a call from the doctor to inform him of the operation. Such tedious matters, the eyes are full of exhaustion.

Perhaps he should have arranged for a kidney transplant immediately, but for some reason, he suddenly felt a little afraid of lying on the operating table when he was alone.

After finally seeing the first hope, what I want to do the most is to see Dewey and talk to him.

——Since leaving Beijing without saying goodbye, the two have not been in touch for several months.

Zheng Luolai sat in the apartment and thought about it, but decided to postpone the operation and booked a ticket to fly back to Beijing.

He knew that he had done a lot of stupid things, and he really didn't lack this one.

——.

It was evening when we arrived in Beijing. Zheng Luolai, who had traveled a long distance, was very weak. Accompanied by his assistant, he picked up his luggage and left the airport in a hurry. I didn't leave myself a chance to say goodbye.

The next morning, after the porridge and a light meal, he picked up the phone to contact Chen Lu, but he didn't expect that there was no signal on his personal mobile phone that kept communicating all the year round.

After hesitating for a moment, he called Dewey again. The guy was in a hurry, so he answered in a hurry: "Hello, who is it?"

Zheng Luolai just took the medicine, and sat on the sofa feeling slightly sick: "It's me."

Dewey was silent for a moment, but unexpectedly did not hang up.

Hearing the slight breathing in the microphone, Zheng Luolai suddenly wanted to say a lot, but couldn't utter a single word.

Dewey suddenly laughed strangely: "I don't have time to chat with you, something happened to Lulu."

Zheng Luolai was in a trance for a while: "What?"

Dewey was silent for a moment, then choked up and said, "Why are you still coming back?"

After speaking, he hung up the phone.

Zheng Luolai hurriedly called again, but it was no longer possible.

——.

No matter how it used to be, it was a friend after all.

The gangster immediately decided to inquire about the safety of His Royal Highness, but before the assistant came back, an hour later, the kidnapping of a young man at gunpoint was broadcast on the news, and the kidnapped was none other than Chen Lu, who had disappeared.

It wasn't until Zheng Luolai rushed to the hospital that he realized that it was a gangster who had been expelled from school because of Lin Yilin and Chen Lu. He stole the police's gun from somewhere and took advantage of Chen Lu's business dispute to kidnap him. and go.

With such a powerful mother, Chen Lu was of course rescued quickly, and the injuries were not serious.

The most serious thing was Lin Yilin, who had his ribs broken by the National People's Congress in order to save him, and his internal organs were damaged, which was much more serious than Zheng Luolai's day.

He was dragged into the operating room covered in blood, and his life and death were uncertain.

Dewey, who was in a hurry, was flustered and anxious outside the operating room, when he suddenly saw Zheng Luolai appearing, his face became even more gloomy, he got up and stammered: "Uh, Lin Lin is undergoing surgery, Chen Lu is asleep."

This guy was dumped so inexplicably, if it was before, he would definitely jump up and explode.

It's so peaceful now.

Zheng Luolai looked at him with complicated emotions, not knowing what had changed in Dewey.

Almost all of Chen Lu's family members were waiting for news here, and it was inappropriate to talk about his own affairs.

In the end Zheng Luolai nodded expressionlessly, found a corner and sat down.

The place filled with disinfectant seems to be gradually fading to gray and white, only the two of them still have a slightly gloomy color, but they are separated by such a long distance.

——.

Everyone was tossing around in the hospital very late that day. Chen Lu woke up crying and broke down. He completely lost his previous cynicism. Zheng Luolai was a little scared. When Lin Yilin was pushed out of the operating room and settled down, he made excuses and left .

In Beijing, which is warm in spring, it is still so cold at night.

The moment he walked out of the hospital gate and his hair was blown to pieces by the wind, Zheng Luolai vaguely heard someone calling him from behind.

Looking back, it was Dewey who was at a loss.

Ermeng's face was a little sweaty, she wiped it carelessly, and asked in a low voice, "Didn't you go to America?"

Small gestures reminded Zheng Luolai of the little boy he used to be, and he smiled: "Well, I'm starting a company, myself."

Dewey asked again: "Then why are you back?"

Zheng Luolai asked back: "Can't I come back?"

Dewey's eyes lit up with a small light: "Then you still go?"

Zheng Luolai was distracted for a moment: "The plane is two days later."

Dewey's expression disappeared instantly.

Seeing this scene was really unbearable, Zheng Luolai laughed secretly why did she insist on coming to see him, and reached out to touch Dewey's short hair: "Okay, live your life well, I'm leaving."

After finishing speaking, he turned and left cruelly.

Who knows that Dewey pulled him regardless, and hugged him vigorously: "No! You are not allowed to leave! What is this? Do you do business in Beijing? So many foreigners come to Beijing to do business, why do you have to go to the United States? !"

Zheng Luolai didn't even have the strength to push him away, and could clearly feel his own weakness.

Physically, but also mentally.

At this age, at this moment, he suddenly realized that a man does not have to look good to live well.

What's the use of being well-dressed?

If you don't have the strength to give yourself freedom, don't blame others for making yourself unhappy.

Eyes, still those dark eyes.

The corner of the lips, or the corner of the smiling lips.

But under this appearance, Zheng Luolai felt like a beggar on the street.

He grew up in the bright sun to love.

He can't even take out a piece of love scum.

"Dewey, can you listen to me?" Zheng Luolai restrained his tone, and made a voice indifferently.

Dewey, who blushed, looked at him sadly.

Zheng Luolai continued: "Can you be more self-reliant, when will you grow up?"

Dewey, who hadn't been home for a long time, choked up and said, "I've grown up."

Zheng Luolai turned his head: "I like people like Chen Lu, you will never be able to."

After leaving this judgment, he really walked away quickly, without any trace of nostalgia.

Dewey clenched his fists and watched Zheng Luolai's figure sitting in the car. The shadow of the car was drawn into the vast night, and all his mind was crushed to pieces by the tires.

He felt like he was going to die.

But this second he is still alive, the next second he is still alive.

Even without Zheng Luolai, he will continue to live on his own every minute and every second in the future.

With and without, good and bad.

This is the combined proposition of life and love that everyone should practice.

The third volume is a mess