dislocation

"Hi, Jiang Wenxu! Lao Jiang, Lao Jiang, Lao Jiang!"

Li Fang started yelling from the door of the classroom, and Jiang Wenxu looked up at him after hearing it.Li Fang is a good friend of Jiang Wenxu's in middle school, and he met when he was playing basketball.After going to Beijing, I lost contact with these friends. I haven't seen them for many years, and I feel very cordial.Jiang Wenxu raised his eyebrows and looked at him with a smile: "Fatty, tell me, what's the matter?"

"Xiaoyuan said that there is an ice skating rink opened near South Street, how about we go play together during the holiday tomorrow!" Li Fang pulled away the chair at Jiang Wenxu's front desk and sat down.

ice skating? ? ?Hiss - I haven't slipped for many years, and neither can I!Thinking of He Zhishu's fear of pain, Jiang Wenxu was even more reluctant to go.

"Well, I have an appointment with Xiaoshu on the weekend... to the library, but I'm afraid I won't be able to." The weekend is a great time, and being with friends is not as important as being with He Zhishu. "Really, Xiaoshu?" Jiang Wenxu raised his head and looked at He Zhishu seriously, hoping that He Zhishu could have a better understanding with him.

He Zhishu looked at Jiang Wenxu's serious appearance, and recalled it seriously. "No, Jiang Wenxu, did you remember wrongly? My mother enrolled me in a cram school a few days ago, and I have to go to cram school on weekends!"

……

After hearing this, Li Fang looked like a mother-in-law. "Ren Xiaoshu needs tutoring, and I don't have time to make an appointment with a good student like you in the library." Li Fang shook Jiang Wenxu's shoulder, "Will you go, will you go?"

"Chengchengcheng, just talk when you talk, don't do anything, just throw up at me. Hey! No! You talk to me well, Xiaoshu is your name..."

After Li Fang left, Jiang Wenxu complained: "Xiao Shu, I found out why we don't have any tacit understanding now?"

"...You don't want to go?" Only then did He Zhishu realize that Jiang Wenxu was just looking for an excuse.

Jiang Wenxu lay on the table, slumped, "I still want to stay with you on the weekend, do you have tutoring for two days on the weekend?"

"Um…"

"Oh...then what do you want to be when you grow up?"

He Zhishu obviously couldn't keep up with Jiang Wenxu's out-of-the-box thinking, but how could a small composition like "My Dream" stump him, Zhishu He!

"Me, I want to be a doctor when I grow up. When I was young, I saw grandpa..."

Seeing He Zhishu talking happily, Jiang Wenxu thought how longing he must be.

I'm sorry... Xiaoshu, I'm sorry... I'm too selfish...

"Little book..."

He Zhishu was drawing his grand blueprint when he was interrupted by Jiang Wenxu.He found that Jiang Wenxu's complexion was heavy, not at all like the lively appearance just now.Looking at the red eyes, He Zhishu became anxious.

"Jiang... Brother Jiang, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, it will definitely come true, Xiaoshu will definitely become an excellent doctor..."

When Jiang Wenxu came out of the kitchen after washing the dishes, he saw He Zhishu lying down on the sofa and taking a nap.He walked over gently, and carried He Zhishu into the bedroom.When covering He Zhishu with the quilt, He Zhishu opened his eyes, but he was not awake, and squinted at Jiang Wenxu.

"Brother Jiang, Brother Jiang..." He Zhishu murmured.

Jiang Wenxu patted He Zhishu's head, and said softly, "Little Shu, sleep for a while, I'll come and accompany you after I feed the cat."

"Hmm..." He Zhishu fell asleep again in a daze.

Jiang Wenxu touched the quilt and felt that it was a bit thin, thinking that there seemed to be a small blanket in the guest room where he slept yesterday, so he turned and went to the guest room.As soon as Jiang Wenxu touched the edge of the blanket, he saw a text message alert on the mobile phone on the bedside cabinet.He touched his pocket, where his cell phone was.

small book.

Jiang Wenxu picked up the phone, it was a text message from Ai Ziyu.Ai Ziyu?Ai Ziyu... the business one?How did Xiaoshu know him?Jiang Wenxu looked at the number of SMS notifications and started to feel sour... What are you doing after sending so many messages!

Jiang Wenxu put the phone back and picked it up again. After repeated several times, he still picked up Zhishu He's phone, operated the phone according to his memory, and opened the SMS box.

Jiang Wenxu clicked on Ai Ziyu's column, and was startled by the content of the text message before he started feeling sour.

"Zhishu, I beg you...you come to treat the illness, at worst I will never see you again..."

In one sentence, Jiang Wenxu only saw the word cure. He thought of He Zhishu's thin figure, pale face and cat-like appetite just now, and he panicked.

Ai Ziyu, that doctor, doctor... yes, Xiaoshu stays at home all year round, how could he know any doctor?It must be sick...Jiang Wenxu, you...don't think about it, maybe it's a stomach problem...

Jiang Wenxu continued to flip up, his fingertips were trembling, and he could hardly grasp the phone.

"It's time for chemotherapy, why don't you come? Don't make fun of your body just because of me!"

chemotherapy?What disease needs chemotherapy...Jiang Wenxu, what disease needs chemotherapy!

The phone slipped from Jiang Wenxu's hand and fell to the ground with a muffled sound.Jiang Wenxu took a few steps back and tripped over his slippers and fell to the ground.At that moment, Jiang Wenxu felt what it means to have the sky fall.Tears fell down Jiang Wenxu's chin to the ground, almost inaudible.

Jiang Wenxu moved over slowly and picked up the phone.Jiang Wenxu dialed Ai Ziyu's phone number, and the connection was connected immediately.

"Knowledge?!"

"Hello, Doctor Ai."

"you are?"

"I am He Zhishu's lover, my surname is Jiang, Jiang Wenxu." Jiang Wenxu replied slowly.

"Heh, Mr. Jiang. Where's Zhishu?" Ai Ziyu's tone was full of sarcasm.

"Xiaoshu is sleeping in the bedroom, can we meet..."

When Jiang Wenxu went downstairs, he saw Ai Ziyu leaning against the car waiting for him.Jiang Wenxu walked over to him and said hello.

"Doctor Ai, hello, I'm Jiang Wenxu. I'm sorry, I made you take a trip." Jiang Wenxu stretched out his hand.

Ai Ziyu nodded in response to him, but did not shake Jiang Wenxu's hand. "Mr. Jiang is usually so busy that he doesn't even have time to accompany his lover when he is sick. Why do you have time to stay at home today?"

Jiang Wenxu withdrew his hand hanging in the air, what a proud young man he is usually.But now he put away all his vigor, and asked in a low voice: "Doctor Ai, Xiaoshu...what's wrong with Xiaoshu?"

Ai Ziyu took a deep breath, remained silent for a while, and then said: "Leukemia, leukemia..."

Ai Ziyu's words were like a mountain pressing down on Jiang Wenxu, crushing all his fantasies to pieces.

Leukemia... Leukemia...

In Jiang Wenxu's time, the medical industry was not as developed as it is now, and some families went bankrupt and could not save the lives of patients.When Jiang Wenxu thought of the young man who gave him jasmine flowers in the past, and the young man who tolerated him forever, he was about to leave him, and his heart seemed to be hollowed out.

Jiang Wenxu was breathing quickly, and he opened his mouth tremblingly: "...leukemia, can that be cured?" Jiang Wenxu suddenly became very excited, holding Ai Ziyu's shoulder with both hands, his joints turned white. "It can be cured, it can be cured! Doctor Ai, now that medical treatment is so advanced, Xiao Shu can still be cured!"

Jiang Wenxu looked at Ai Ziyu, not daring to blink, hoping that Ai Ziyu could give the answer he wanted.Ai Ziyu didn't answer him immediately, but just quietly looked at the man in front of him, the man He Zhishu loved deeply.Ai Ziyu's silence almost extinguished Jiang Wenxu's hope, "It can be cured, right... it can be cured..."

Ai Ziyu thought Jiang Wenxu was ridiculous.Not everything is what you think it will be. How can you ask him to stay for you if you haven't grasped some things?Such a simple truth, what is so difficult to understand.

"Zhishu was diagnosed with leukemia in November. There was light snow in Beijing that day, and it was very cold. He was alone with the test sheet..."

Ai Ziyu pulled Jiang Wenxu's hand, looked at the distant building and fell into memory.

"...After being robbed, do you know how desperate he is? If there is no bone marrow transplant, it may be dozens of days, it may be months, but at most it will not exceed half a year. He Zhishu will leave you, the so-called lover. away."

Ai Ziyu looked away, looked at Jiang Wenxu, and chuckled lightly.He saw that Jiang Wenxu was trembling all over, and then walked aimlessly a few times. He didn't know where to put the hand that was pulled down, and finally covered his face.

Choked

"Jiang Wenxu! Jiang Wenxu...my little book is sick...he is sick, very serious..."

Squat down

"Don't...don't, Xiaoshu...how can I live, Xiaoshu, how can I live..."

Crying loudly, without image.

like a child.

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