can i borrow your white paint

After Cheng Weirong fell, no one in the family had the energy to take care of the two little cubs.

When Cheng Yi first led Cheng Moutong, his eyes were dark and his hands were in a hurry. Ji Zhi didn't go home every day, and the child hadn't been weaned yet, so he could only use the pocket money he had saved to buy milk powder for the baby.

At that time, "money" only had a concept in his world for the first time.

The school probably also knew about his family's situation, and they couldn't see him after coming and going, so they even acquiesced in his long-term vacation.

He originally thought that the whole family was worried about his father who was unconscious in the hospital, so no one cared about the two brothers. Until one time Cheng Moutong had a fever, he hurried to the hospital to find Ji Zhi, only to hear the conversation between his grandma and grandpa.

Ji Zhi's father, Ji Demin, was not very old, he was only a little over 50 years old at that time, and he had a rough voice.

"Damn it, what does this doctor do? He's so dead that he still doesn't give a letter. What should he do!"

Compared to his loud voice, his wife Wang Huairui's voice is much softer and softer: "You can't keep your voice down! If we are overheard, we won't be in the best interests of it."

Grinning his yellow teeth, Ji Demin sneered: "The property inheritance note is here. As long as our Xiaozhi is not divorced, even if I scold him in front of his father today, he will have to share the money with us according to the rules."

Wang Huairui seemed to be relieved by these words, but she still frowned, a little worried: "But his father is still alive, this..."

"Hey, who are you aiming at?" Ji Demin was upset, and spat at Wang Huairui, "Our Xiaozhi gave birth to two sons after he got married, and he has to give us at least one son just for this alone." Most of the money! Living expenses don’t count?”

Wang Huairui was disgusted by his saliva, but he didn't dare to say anything, he could only stare at him: "We still have to take those two burdens with us? They don't have our surname, so why not send them away to another family?"

"Is your mother-in-law's head turned by a hoe?" Ji Demin looked at her with disgust, "You know it's illegal to send her away? And we can only get alimony if you bring it with you."

Wang Huairui still frowned: "Although that's what you said..."

Ji Demin interrupted impatiently: "Take it home with you, who knows if you have raised it or not?"

After saying this, Wang Huairui's eyes lit up instantly, and the last entanglement in his heart disappeared, and he covered his mouth and smiled: "Oh, old man, don't say it, this is really what happened!"

Before Cheng Weirong left, Ji Demin and his wife began to calculate his inheritance.

Standing at the corner, Cheng Yi heard these words clearly.

He didn't quite understand what the "inheritance" and "alimony" these two people were talking about, but he still understood the words "burden" and "after death".

At that moment, Cheng Yi felt that his whole body was shivering with cold, his mind was in a state of confusion, and he even forgot what he was doing here, and his feet felt like they were filled with lead. He wanted to escape, but he couldn't move.

When the voice behind him got farther and farther away, he suddenly came back to his senses and bit his arm to prevent himself from crying.

While weeping, he ran around trying to find Ji Zhi.

Mom must not know about this. She has such a good relationship with Dad, so she will definitely find a way to save Dad, and then give grandma and grandpa a hard time!

He wants to tell his mother about this, and mother must...

This thought turned to ice the moment he saw Ji Zhi hugged in the arms of a strange man.

He stared blankly at the front, even forgetting to shed tears.

The man and woman in front of them looked very well-matched. The woman nestled snugly on the man's shoulder, sobbing softly, and the tall man also gently patted her on the back, comforting her softly.

Between the two of you and me, no one noticed that there was a child not far away, staring here for a moment.

Xiao Chengyi didn't know what was going on at the time, so he didn't rush up or run away, but quietly sat next to the fire hydrant before the other party found him.

The fire hydrant was huge, and from the perspective of those two people, it was impossible to find that there was a child hiding here.

So their unscrupulous conversation reached the children's ears.

While wiping tears, Ji Zhi hugged He Wei's neck and whispered, "Why are you here so late? I'm almost exhausted these days."

He Wei chuckled twice, and said: "I have something to do with me, that crazy woman has been pestering me, and the divorce has not yet been settled, how can I have the nerve to come to see you directly?"

Ji Zhi was coaxed into laughter by him, and said coquettishly, "If nothing happened to Cheng Weirong, wouldn't you plan on getting a divorce?"

He Wei raised his eyebrows, and asked without answering: "Then if nothing happened to Cheng Weirong, would you divorce him and follow me?"

Ji Zhi didn't even think about it: "Then I still have to ask? When that little thing grows up a bit, I will definitely get a divorce!"

He Wei sighed, and said in a resentful tone, "I thought you were going to get a divorce soon."

Ji Zhi smiled and kissed him: "You are stupid, that kid is so old, now the divorce must be awarded to me! I don't want to marry you with such a burden!"

"It's true." He Wei kissed back twice, "Then why don't you still bring burdens into my house now? With Cheng Weirong's death, there is one more burden."

"No, just throw it to their grandpa." Ji Zhi's tone was delicate, but the words she said were cold-blooded and scary, "It would be better if Cheng Weirong died! Who is he torturing when he lies half dead?"

He Wei frowned twice, he didn't seem to like her words very much.

Ji Zhi was sensitive, so she quickly added after seeing this: "Think about it, I only have a dowry after he dies!"

He Wei raised his eyebrows, and asked warmly, "Why?"

Ji Zhi mysteriously stretched out two fingers: "I asked, if Cheng Weirong dies, the condolence and compensation should be at least this amount."

He Wei was surprised and said, "So many?"

Ji Zhi giggled and said, "That's right, I can at least get half of it, and once the child is mine, I can get more!"

He Wei pondered for a moment, and soon showed his face and hugged him in his arms: "Then this is not a burden."

How can it be considered a burden?

That's money!

The couple seemed to have completely forgotten that they were still in the hospital, and less than ten meters away from here was Cheng Weirong's ward, who was still in critical condition, so they kissed and flirted in the corridor without feeling affectionate.

Cheng Yi didn't look any further, he stared blankly ahead, his two pink hands were tightly held together.

He didn't realize that his lower lip was already bleeding from the bite, and tears dripped down his cheeks into his mouth, irritating the bleeding wound, and the painful person couldn't breathe.

How could Ji Zhi?How dare she? !

The image of the loving parents in the weekdays suddenly collapsed in the child's heart, and he even wondered whether those memories were imagined by himself, or maybe they didn't exist in the first place.

He really wanted to rush up to question Ji Zhi, but found that he had nothing to ask.

The bloody truth was right in front of him, and there was almost nothing to confirm a second time.

The only thing I don't understand is when Ji Zhi hooked up with that man.

But this point is very insignificant to a child who is less than ten years old.

Because he only knew that his father was going to die, and his mother didn't want him anymore.

He and his younger brother are like burdens to anyone.

Everyone, including his father, wanted him dead.

But that was his father!

Why are these people? !

Cheng Yi didn't understand, and couldn't figure out, why a person who fell down would make so many people around him who loved him before become like this.

During this period of time, the word he heard the most was "money".

It takes money to support myself and my younger brother, and my grandparents and mother are also so concerned about money...

Is money such a good thing?

Cheng Yi suddenly hated this thing, maybe it was because of this thing that the people around him changed.

But this idea only existed for a short time, and then disappeared again.

Because he found that he also needed money very much. His younger brother had a fever and he had no money to go to the hospital, so he came to the hospital to find his mother...

As a result, the seeds of hatred were transferred away and moved to people.

Ji Demin, Wang Huairui, Ji Zhi, He Wei...

A name flashed across my mind, they were no longer "grandma", "grandpa" and "mother"...

Instead, he became an enemy of his father, an enemy with vicious thoughts towards his father!

Xiao Chengyi thought at the time, if his father really passed away, he would kill all these people, no one would get any money, and he would be buried with his father!

So with a sullen face, he silently wiped away his tears and stood up.

When Ji Zhi saw him, her face was visibly flustered, she couldn't help walking away from He Wei, and forced a smile at him: "Xiao Yi, when will you come?"

Cheng Yi pursed his lips: "Just came."

Ji Zhi heaved a sigh of relief, and her smile was a bit real: "Did you come to see mom for something?"

Cheng Yi raised his head and looked at her: "My brother has a fever."

He clearly saw that there was no worry on Ji Zhi's face.

The originally friendly face became strange and scary, and he was still smiling at him: "That's it...but Mom doesn't have time to go back to see my brother now, and Mom still has to stay here to take care of Dad. Xiao Yi is so good, you can take it by yourself Is my brother going to the hospital?"

If this is the original, Cheng Yi will definitely agree, and then do his best to take care of his brother.

But now, he felt nauseated: "Mom, I have no money."

Ji Zhi was slightly taken aback, as if she hadn't expected this.

He Wei, who was on the side, kindly took out his wallet and handed it to Cheng Yi: "Your mother has no money, so use uncle's first, is that okay?"

Cheng Yi looked at these rough hands, and suddenly felt an urge to pounce on them and bite them.

But in the end, he endured it, took the wallet, and said to the man, "Okay, thank you uncle."

For the next period of time, Cheng Yi used the money in this wallet to take care of his younger brother and his own life.

It never occurred to him to return the wallet.

That person doesn't want Dad to be good, and spends his money on his own, that person deserves it.

It's just that the money in the wallet wasn't too much, and he didn't know the password and how to use the card, so he only had time to hide all the last change, and watched Ji Zhi take the wallet back.

When he took it back, he gave him a hard look, as if blaming him for touching his own things.

Time passed in such a muddle, for more than a week, Cheng Yi didn't go to school anymore, and no one at home came back.

The last time I went to the hospital, the doctor declared Cheng Weirong brain dead.

Cheng Yi was taken to the hospital in a daze, his ears were full of buzzing, grandpa's crying, Ji Demin and Wang Huairui's noise, and the disputes of the other three aunts and eight aunts.

And the most obvious voice was Ji Zhi's conversation with a strange doctor in a white coat.

He sat on the chair obediently, and could only hear a few sporadic words amidst the noise.

"Organ donation", "heart transplant", "cornea", "kidney function"...

Unfamiliar and jerky words reached his ears, and before he could ponder them carefully, he heard the sentence from Ji Zhi's mouth that was so familiar that it made him sick——

"If you agree to donate, will the compensation be more?"

Cheng Yi felt the blood all over his body rushing to his head at once.

A group of living people are here trying to squeeze the last bit of value from his father, including his own mother!

Without any consideration, he rushed up and slapped Ji Zhi: "I don't agree! Don't touch my dad! Don't anyone touch my dad!! Get out! Get out!!"

Ji Zhi was frightened by him, and screamed while looking at the bleeding arm: "Ah! Hurry up and take him away! Take him away!!"

The people around did not expect that this child who had always been quiet and sensible would do such a thing all of a sudden, and hurriedly pulled the child away.

But Cheng Yi's struggle was so crazy that he injured several people in a row. In the end, a familiar doctor came to hug him and calmed him down.

Cheng Yi angrily pushed away the person in front of him, and hissed at the top of his voice, "Why are you stopping me! I want my dad! Let me go!"

The doctor was silent for a moment, and raised his hand to hold the crying child in his arms: "Calm down, kid, don't cry...your father..."

The doctor was speechless.

He also couldn't announce the news that "your father has passed away" to such a child.

In the end, the hospital found a doctor in the psychology department before taking the child away.

This farce seems to have come to an end.

But Fang Zewei looked at Ji Zhi, who was signing the promise of organ donation, and unconsciously clenched his hands into fists.

He watched as another doctor in a white coat bowed to the woman and left with a signed agreement.

Fang Zewei hesitated for a moment, then followed.

As soon as he entered the office, he locked the door and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Cheng is a firefighter and a martyr, asking for his organs...isn't it appropriate?"

"Medical law doesn't say that." The doctor took off his mask and sighed, "Doctor Fang, you said you are a doctor anyway, why are you so narrow-minded? Organ donation is a good thing!"

"It's a good thing, but..." Ji Xiangbai bit his lower lip, and didn't say anything further.

But his colleague already understood what he hadn't finished speaking, so he put away his rambling tone and said in a deep voice, "Old Fang, I know what you mean. In fact, at the beginning, I just asked symbolically, but I didn't expect ..."

I didn't expect the other party's family to ask such a question, nor did I expect the other party to agree so quickly.

To put it bluntly, the attitude seemed to be wishing for someone to die quickly.

Fang Zewei didn't say anything, he had noticed it early in the morning, but he didn't expect that these so-called "family members" would be so outrageous.

But the process must be followed, and he can't say anything more. The consent form is also formal and has legal effect, and he has no way to change the result.

The two of them just watched helplessly as the director and the others removed the martyr's tube and pushed him into the operating room.

When the director came to ask them if they wanted to participate in the operation, Fang Zewei refused without thinking.

He wanted to go back and see the kid.

But the psychiatrist's office was busy at the moment, and it was occupied by a bunch of firefighters, and it was impossible to squeeze in.

Fang Zewei sighed and stood at the door.

This group of firefighters must be giving the kid some relics of his father.

As soon as Xiao Chengyi's mood stabilized, a box was stuffed in his hand.

The resolute man in front of him knelt on one knee in front of him, his eyes were so red that his voice was trembling: "Boy, take a look, your father left it for you."

Cheng Yi took two breaths and said hoarsely, "Uncle, I can't open it."

His hands had run out of strength.

The man froze for a moment, then turned his head the next second. If it weren't for his trembling shoulders, no one would have seen him cry.

The person who just left is not only the child's father, but also their comrade in arms!

It's their dead brother!

No one came forward for a long time, and the small office was filled with great sadness and depression.

The psychiatrist at the side couldn't stand it anymore, stepped forward, opened the box for the child,

There are not many things in the box, only a watch that Cheng Weirong received from his comrades-in-arms joint venture when he first got married, and two letters.

In this line of work, many people will write a suicide note in advance.

Of the two suicide notes, one is for Grandpa Cheng, and the other is for Cheng Yi and Cheng Moutong.

The cover of the envelope addressed to Cheng Moutong and Cheng Yi was very new, and the handwriting was much more mature than the other one, so it must have been written not long ago.

His comrades-in-arms all know that just a week after Cheng Weirong's second son was born, he wrote a new suicide note to replace the previous one.

Although their comrade-in-arms is a big and three rough guy, but for his family, he is really sincere.

Cheng Yi blinked at the psychiatrist.

The doctor looked at those eyes, and two more lines of tears flowed out as the eyelashes blinked. He couldn't help but sighed heavily from the bottom of his heart, and helplessly opened the letter for him.

He originally thought about reading it to the child who might not yet be able to read the whole characters, but this time, the child was unexpectedly stubborn and insisted on reading it by himself.

Cheng Weirong's comrades-in-arms looked at each other and left with good eyesight.

Only the psychiatrist was worried, for fear that the child would be hit too hard and do something else, so he planned to guard the door.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Fang Zewei squatting and eating a lollipop.

The two doctors looked at each other for a moment, and then they squatted on one side tacitly, quietly listening to the movement inside.

Cheng Weirong's letter was not very long, but Cheng Yi read it slowly.

So slow that I was looking at almost all the memories of the past, all the time with my father.

Every word, every frame, every scene is like a slow movie, played in a loop in my mind.

All the joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys of the past are fighting in his heart, and in the end, he can only think of——

The father who loved him the most had really passed away.

No one will treat him wholeheartedly.

The little child was holding the crumpled letter, crying almost out of breath.

The childish hatred was wiped out in this letter, and Xiao Chengyi felt his shoulders sink a lot overnight.

It was only after his father who sheltered him from the wind and rain left that he understood the hard work of the other party.

From then on, he can only be the "father" of the family.

Fang Zewei waited at the door until there was no more crying in the room before entering the room and picking up the fainted child.

The child kept clutching the letter in his hand, and the originally flat envelope had become crumpled and wet.

It took him a long time to pull out the letter intact from Cheng Yi's clenched hands.

But while putting it away, it is inevitable to see the content.

Cheng Weirong's handwriting is not pretty, but it is clear and powerful, just like himself.

Xiaoyi:

Forgive my father for being uneducated and unable to write letters, but fortunately, you won't be able to read this letter for a while!I will write a new one after I learn something, although I really hope that you will never see this letter from Dad in your life.

Of course, if you are unlucky enough to see this letter one day, then you must promise your father to continue living strong and bravely!

I'm sorry that I can't stay with you for a long time, but you must know that Dad will always love you, everything about you, everything about you and your brother.After Dad is gone, no one can protect you, so Xiao Yi, you and Mouton must learn to protect yourself!Regardless of others, take care of yourself, live a good life, and always be positive and optimistic!

When you miss your father, you can listen to the sound of the hour hand of this watch. This is a gift from a group of cute and uncles like your father. They are the bravest people. My father hopes that you can be like them, brave and fearless .

But what Dad hopes most is that you and your younger brother will be happy and smooth for the rest of your life, be safe and happy, be healthy, find someone you like, and live this life in peace... It's just that I'm sorry that I can't see your future .

Xiaoyi, I'm still sorry for letting you face the wind and rain of the world so early.

Xiaoyi, you must be strong, work hard, and live with hope into the future.

Xiaoyi, Mouton, Dad loves you.

Dad who is always by your side

The author has something to say:

Wow, this article is really written for myself and made me cry TT

I will finish writing the letter from Dad Cheng to Grandpa Cheng in Zuohua or other places in the future!