When Bai Yueguang was disheartened

It was raining when I came out of the hospital.

It was neither too early nor too late, the moment Yin Zhen just stepped out of the hospital, it seemed that the heavens were against him.

Some people hold umbrellas, others seek shelter from the rain.

Only Yin Zhen looked like a weirdo, but at the entrance of the provincial hospital with the largest traffic, no matter how weird people were, it was not surprising.

No one seemed to notice this beautiful, thin, sickly young man.

He didn't hold an umbrella and left slowly in the rain.

10 minutes ago, in the hematology department of the hospital.

"Mr. Yin is sorry to inform you that the diagnosis is leukemia, but your current physical condition is quite optimistic. If you actively cooperate with the treatment, the probability of being cured is still very high."

After the doctor finished talking, Yin Zhen didn't answer, let alone cry or feel sad.

After knowing the condition, he let out a sigh of relief.

He was too quiet, like a doll without a soul, which made it impossible for experienced doctors to find a breakthrough point to comfort him.

After a while, the young man asked in a young voice: "If I don't actively cooperate with the treatment, how long can I live?"

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and it was not yet the beginning of summer. The coldness of the rain on the body seemed to drill into the bones of people.

Passing through the square outside the hospital, Yin Zhen was waiting for the bus on the side of the road, the checklist in his hand was already wet by the rain.

A taxi stopped slowly after he beckoned.

He didn't look at the checklist in his hand, and threw it into the trash can in a ball.

He was drenched like a soaked rat, his black hair was wet and stuck to his forehead, and his skin was so white that it was almost transparent.

Since a few days ago, Yinzhen has always had fever, anorexia, and nosebleeds from time to time. He has never paid much attention to these abnormalities. He always thinks that the fever is caused by Zhou Yuan being too hard on himself too often, and not cleaning up after the affair. , or getting angry caused by staying up too late, etc.

Poor resistance due to lack of rest, loss of appetite due to excessive mental stress.

The end result of not eating well is that your complexion will get worse and worse, and you will become weaker and weaker. Zhou Yuan satirized himself last night, saying why he still can’t think about it, and asked himself if he thought he would let him go if he deliberately made such a fuss?

After procrastinating for a while, I finally realized that something was wrong, so I took the time to check-it turned out to be leukemia.

He looked at the rain outside the window, his mind was as calm as a pool of dead springs.

Zhou Yuan's villa is located in the suburbs. If you don't drive, it's inconvenient to take a taxi. The taxi driver complained all the way that it's not easy to attract customers, until Yin Zhen said that he would pay more.

Why doesn't he know that it's inconvenient to travel?

Zhou Yuan has become more and more moody these years, and it seems that only seeing himself in distress will give him pleasure.

Obviously the two of them worked together, but he deliberately did not take Yin Zhen with him when he left in the morning.

Yin Zhen could only drag his tossed body for 10 minutes, and then take an hour's bus to the company.

"Look at what time it is now. You have to look like a part-time job. Think about how many times you are late this month? Your bonus for this month has been cancelled."

Extremely bad, extremely hateful.

After taking out the key to open the door and entering, the house was empty.

Yin Zhen didn't even take a hot shower, and started to wash clothes, clean the room and cook

Time was running out, in the huge house and the three-story villa, Zhou Yuan didn't hire a single servant, and Yin Zhen did all the chores at home.

He said, "Young master Yin Zhen is fine alone."

After cooking, Yin Zhen sat on the sofa dizzy.

The hour hand pointed to seven o'clock, and it was dark.

Before Zhou Yuan came back, the phone rang.

[I'm going to accompany my fiancée's family today, so I won't be coming back, the young master can eat by himself. 】

Yin Zhen stared at the screen, looking at the steaming four dishes and one soup on the table, without any appetite.

He was so cold that he bent his knees and curled up into a ball.

Turning his head sideways, as far as his eyes could see was the photo frame on the table, the two young men stood side by side.

——It was Zhou Yuan and himself.

At that time, both myself and Zhou Yuan were only 16 years old.

Yin Zhen looked at the photo in a daze.

He couldn't understand what Zhou Yuan wanted to do more and more. He obviously hated himself, but there were photos of the two of them when they were young everywhere in the house.

He probably wanted to humiliate himself, and wanted to use this method to remind himself silently all the time: How funny, the once high and mighty Young Master Yin Zhen has fallen into this state now.

It seemed to be this season when this photo was taken. The school organized a spring outing. Two young people, one tall and one short, stood side by side. They looked at the camera, one with gentle eyebrows and eyes, and the other arrogant and cute.

Time flies, and eight years have passed in a blink of an eye.

Yin Zhen unconsciously shed tears from the corners of his eyes.

Yin Zhen liked Zhou Yuan a long time ago, and Zhou Yuan had no bottom line for being nice to him at that time.

Later, Yin Zhen thought that he should have liked herself too.

Every time he sees the photo of the two of them together, Yin Zhen feels that fate is playing tricks on people. He and Zhou Yuan met when they were young, and they were together when they were young. How did this good friendship come to this point?

He thought of the doctor's words again, and the checklist that was thrown in the trash can in front of the hospital.

When I die, all this will finally be over.