the moon in the attic

The day Yan Wei was admitted to the hospital, Lin Yang was in his last year of university.

Yan Wei was a little out of shape, lying on the hospital bed, watching Lin Yang peel oranges for him.

He is interested in all sour, not very ripe fruits.

Lin Yang peeled the orange, broke off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth, chewed it twice and was so sour that he kept frowning, Yan Wei laughed at him again, "You still eat it if you think it's sour."

Lin Yang broke off another petal and stuffed it into Yan Wei's mouth angrily, "Eat yours."

This orange is very green and looks like a very sour one. When Lin Yang bought it, he was kindly warned by the aunt in the supermarket.

Lin Yang took a few by himself, and after saying thank you, he explained to others, "My wife likes sour food."

He took the oranges to the ward, and Yan Wei asked him to share some with others, Lin Yang did as he did, the two of them closed the curtain and laughed quietly as they saw the patient and their family members in the next bed so sour that they kept drinking water.

Yan Wei stayed in the hospital for a few days, and his condition has been unstable. Fortunately, a single ward was finally vacated later, and he can occasionally sleep through the night.

Lin Yang was noticeably thinner than Yan Wei, his eye sockets were sunken, and his eyes were severely darkened.

Yan Wei felt sorry for him, pressed him beside the hospital bed, and stared at him for three meals a day, but it didn't work.

On the last day of Yan Wei's life, it rained.

Yan Weiyi was in pain that day, Lin Yang stayed by his side and kept talking to him, trying to distract him, but the effect was very comforting.

Yan Wei raised his hand to straighten Lin Yang's neckline, and asked him, "New clothes?"

"Well," Lin Yang asked, "is he handsome?"

Yan Wei nodded, "Handsome."

Lin Yang said, "It was only delivered this morning, and the hang tag hasn't been cut yet, it makes my neck itchy."

Yan Wei smiled, put her hands around the back of his neck and squeezed, and said to him: "If you want to eat oranges, go and buy some."

Lin Yang refused to leave, he took Yan Wei's thin hand with obvious veins, and refused his request for the first time, "I won't go."

Yan Wei yelled at him, "Now you can't do anything even if I ask you to buy an orange."

Lin Yang said, "After today, I'll buy it for you."

Yan Wei no longer insisted, he held hands with Lin Yang and said to him, "I'm in pain."

Lin Yang nodded, "I know."

Yan Wei said: "You don't know, you don't understand."

Lin Yang asked humbly, "What didn't I understand?"

Yan Wei sighed, raised his hand to touch Lin Yang's hair, and scratched his ear again, he said, "I've lived for 22 years, and I've never felt such pain before."

Lin Yang asked: "Can you still bear it?"

"I can't bear it," Yan Wei shook his head, "I didn't feel pain at first, but it started to hurt when I saw you."

Lin Yang said: "Then you just feel the pain, I won't leave."

Yan Wei raised his hand to push Lin Yang's shoulder without any strength, "Go out first and give my parents some time."

Lin Yang sat for a long time before letting go of Yan Wei's hand, "Promise me that you will die before I'm not around."

Yan Wei scolded him with a smile, "Go away."

After he finished cursing, Lin Yang didn't leave, Yan Wei sighed again, "I agree."

After Lin Yang came out of the ward, he turned into the bathroom and took 10 minutes to take care of himself. He shaved, washed his face, and combed his hair.

He walked back to the door of the ward and leaned against the wall to listen to the low voices in the ward.

After about 5 minutes, maybe 10 minutes, in short, not too long, he heard crying from the ward.

Lin Yang pushed open the door, just in time to see Yan Wei slowly closing his eyes.

He shouted loudly: "Yan Wei!"

He said, "Yan Wei, I love you."

Yan Wei's eyelashes trembled, and Yan Wei's mother said, "He heard it."

Lin Yang walked over, raised his hand to stroke Yan Wei's cheek, and then touched the side of his neck, which meant that the beating of Yan Wei's life had stopped, and he only felt Yan Wei's surviving body temperature.

Lin Yang asked, "Can I have a few words with him?"

Yan Wei's parents made room for him, and he sat by the hospital bed and took out a green orange from his pocket.

He skillfully and slowly peeled the orange, and said to Yan Wei, "I bought another one last time."

"I guess you don't mean anything," he put the orange next to Yan Wei's pillow, "so I decided to let you have some regrets."

"We're even."

"It's raining outside," Lin Yang said, "but it's not cold."

"Is it not hurting now?" Lin Yang asked softly.

Yan Wei didn't answer him, Lin Yang scolded him for being heartless, and finally stood up, standing together with other people in the ward.

He looked at the straightened curve on the instrument, imagining that it was the trajectory of his butterfly flying away.

Everyone was crying, Lin Yang's eyes were not red.

Yan Wei is his skeleton, and his flesh and blood live by Yan Wei. Yan Wei's name is engraved on his soul, and now he is leaving with Yan Wei.

"I don't want to be your legacy," he said.