A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

Song Zhiyu's eyes were blurred due to being out of focus, and the eyes that were originally foggy were even more blurred at this time, but the white color dominated the field of vision, and there were shouts one after another in his ears, so he knew where he was now without guessing .

"Focus, fast, focus."

Song Zhiyu vainly tried to use the language system to assist in the reconstruction of vision, but the clear words turned into intermittent ravings.But the amazing thing is that after shouting so many times, Song Zhiyu's vision gradually became clearer, and the rest of the confusion was because he was nearsighted.

"Now the camera doesn't have voice control, you still want to voice control yourself? Oh yes, I took out a squashed potato in your pocket and kindly threw it away for you. Do you want to thank me?" Come to check the room Seeing Song Zhiyu's actions, the doctor couldn't help teasing him.

"Cough...cough cough!" Song Zhiyu spoke in a hurry, which caused a cough instead.

Seeing Song Zhiyu's intense reaction, the doctor realized that his jokes did not resonate with the other party, even though he changed the subject: "The weather is really bad recently, the PM2.5. During the period of high incidence of vascular diseases, don’t be sad, young man, it’s normal to be sick. Look at the beds on your left, they’re all in their 500s this year, don’t you insist on exercising, persisting in treatment, and laughing at life?”

The clinical uncle seemed to hear that he was being talked about here, and the voice that was screaming in pain couldn't help but subside a little. He cast a kind look at Song Zhiyu through the oxygen mask, forced out an encouraging smile, and it was just the wrinkles on his face. Too many and it looks even scarier.

Song Zhiyu turned his head to the other side awkwardly.

"Look at the bed on your right again. She's younger than you, but she's more inspiring than anyone else." The doctor followed Song Zhiyu's gaze and continued to encourage.

The clinical boy is about the age of sixth grade to junior high school. He still has a needle in one hand, but he is already lying on the hospital bed at this time, holding a half-length pencil in his trembling hand, writing a math test paper.It was the facial expression of his frowning into a flat face, and the corners of his mouth almost tumbling down to his mandible, more or less implying that his love of learning was not what he wanted, but when he noticed Song Zhiyu's gaze, his hands stopped shaking suddenly, and he started He wrote vigorously, with a determined and serious expression on his face.

"Hao Ran is really a good boy who loves to study!" The doctor praised him with a smile.

The child who received his praise didn't change his face, but when the doctor didn't notice, he narrowed his eyes and smiled narrowly at Song Zhiyu, and he didn't forget to make a thumbs down gesture when he smiled.

Thumbs down - you idiot.

"What's the matter, what are you doing with your hand out? What do you want to take? Do you want to drink water?" The doctor asked Song Zhiyu puzzled.

"Homework, I...can't...can...lose..."

Song Zhiyu, who was beaten and exercised by Tong Wen's stimulating persuasion every day, was actually aroused by a primary school student with a strong desire to win.

Song Zhiyu felt a dull pain in his chest when his mood was agitated for a while.He felt like yesterday that he never wanted to experience it again, so he quickly adjusted his mood. Just at this time, he felt that his neck and shoulders were so sore, so he squinted his eyes and decided to continue sleeping.

It's just that after falling asleep for a while, I felt hit on the head by something thrown over me. Song Zhiyu touched the bed with his hand and found a half-broken pencil, and his complexion sank.

"Seeing that you haven't spoken, I'm a little scared. Can you chat with me?" the elementary school student named Haoran said to Song Zhiyu.

"I don't want to talk, you can talk to others." Song Zhiyu touched the red mark on his forehead, a little tired, as if he could meet chatterbox no matter where he was.

The primary school student forcibly ignored the expectant gaze from the uncle next door, and said aggrievedly: "They are all too ugly, I don't want them."

Glittering tears all over the place flowed from the corners of no one's eyes.

……

The patients' micro-expression exchanges were interrupted with Song Ma's arrival.As soon as he entered the door, Song Zhiyu noticed that Song Wen was a little more haggard today than the previous few days, and his eyes were still red, probably from crying not long ago.

Song Zhiyu asked: "Shall we pack up and go back?" He actually wanted to go back quickly. Zhou Cheng hadn't contacted him for so long, so he wondered if he would be in a hurry.

Song Ma was uncharacteristically gentle: "There's no rush, just wait."

"Oh, it's okay, I just don't want to go to school."

Song Zhiyu hesitated for a moment, but still couldn't help asking: "Are you going to die?"

"Nonsense, what's going on in your head all day, you little brat?" Mother Song poked Song Zhiyu's forehead with her finger, and said, "I heard from the doctor that it might be a minor operation, but the specific situation will be determined after the examination." Say it again."

As expected, there are quite a lot of people who are sick recently. The team doing color Doppler ultrasound took pictures of the elders. Song Zhiyu, who was standing at the end of the line, was bored and asked Song Ma to borrow her mobile phone to play for a while.After hesitating for half an hour, Song Zhiyu finally decided to send Zhou Cheng a text message.

"I went to the hospital, I'm fine. (*^▽^*)

PS: This message was sent from my mother's mobile phone, please do not reply. "

Song Zhiyu's mobile phone was confiscated by the gatekeeper a few days ago, saying that it would be returned after graduation.I don't know if he can get it back when he transfers to another school to go through the formalities.Maybe because he felt that his tone of voice was too blunt, Song Zhiyu added a kaomoji that he thought was quite cute after the text with no expression on his face.After sending it, he deleted the text message.

Finally, the queue reached Song Zhiyu, and the doctor had an emergency operation, leaving him alone in the monitoring room with his arms open for an hour, and truly experienced what it means to be "a man is a knife and I am a fish", especially after lying down for a long time. , the wind blows from all sides, and some parts are chilly.

……

"Your three horizontal strokes plus one vertical stroke afterward is a sign of a good harvest! Believe me, good things will happen in the coming year." It was the same doctor who liked to tell cold jokes just now, pointing at Song Zhiyu because of thin And the visible ribs, telling jokes that only he can understand.

Chest X-ray, electrocardiogram, echocardiography, abdominal B-ultrasound, blood gas analysis, etc. were all checked, and then a bunch of medicines were given. In the end, Song Zhiyu still couldn't escape the fate of being stabbed in the chest.

Song Zhiyu was a little numb after the examination. Thinking about it carefully, there was an omen before coming here, and he was not surprised when he heard the result.

On the way home, Song Zhiyu's mood was not so bad, but he was very calm. It seemed that this little episode would not change anything for him. After all, there is no life or death?

"I just bought a house, do you still have money at home? Otherwise, forget it. I feel that I have nothing serious. Instead, I went to the hospital to kill someone for nothing. I don't do anything. Look, I'm still talking and laughing now. What?" Song Zhiyu was busy comforting the silent Song Wen along the way.

Song Wen stared at Song Zhiyu for more than ten seconds, but in the end he didn't utter a single word, but silently held his son in his arms, stroking his head side by side, just like when he was a child.

At this time, Song Zhiyu felt like a machine lacking in emotions, and said to Song Wen heartlessly: "You didn't listen to my grandpa at the time, and abandoned me to secretly have a second child. You regret it now."

With the chicken/wotou messed up by Song Wen, when he returned to the room alone, Song Zhiyu suddenly felt a little scared.

I can still deceive myself by doing nothing, surgery is risky, and I have always been unlucky, what if that not-so-high error rate happens to me?Wouldn't it be too late to say anything, and everything is over?

Shouldn't I write a suicide note just in case?For example, he asked Guo Nanxing to feed his electronic pet occasionally, take a bath for him, so as not to starve to death or get dirty to death.He raised it well before, and even bought a costume for it out of his own pocket, so Song Zhiyu hopes that Guo Nanxing can continue to raise it for a while.

If there is a funeral, Song Zhiyu hopes that the people who come will not be too sad, but it is best not to go too far.He would lose face if everyone was having so much fun that they danced on the head of the grave.So the ideal state is that everyone is not really sad, but just a symbolic fake cry, to save face and mean it.

Also, very few people hope that he will not treat puppy love as love, and live as he wants in the future.But it's selfish, I hope it's better for him to really cry when the time comes.

Thinking of this, Song Zhiyu casually took a 0.5mm black gel pen and wrote something on a piece of discarded horizontal composition paper.This may be the time when he is most literary, and the paper is filled with eloquence.

After finishing writing, he looked it over carefully from beginning to end, and after correcting a few typos, he frowned, tore it up, crumpled it up and threw it into the trash can.

Didn't the Chinese teacher always say that his writing is like an emotionless machine?Now who wrote this full of artificiality, which is very similar to the literature of youth pain?Song Zhiyu was disgusted by what he had written, shaking off goosebumps all over the floor.

If you want to die, you will die. Where does all this nonsense come from?

Looking back on the following things many years later, Song Zhiyu always had a question mark face. He would rather admit that he had a split personality than admit that it was him who called.

After making a phone call five or six times, he failed to dial the correct number: wrong, re-dial, wrong again, delete and re-dial... The more anxious Song Zhiyu became, the more chaotic his movements became.

"Hello? Huh? I'm here." Zhou Cheng's voice was a bit vague, obviously he had fallen asleep, and now he was woken up by a phone call.

"why do not you talk?"

Song Zhiyu was silent for a while, trying to make his tone look the same as usual: "Why don't you mute your phone when you sleep at night?"

The other person smiled and said, "How can I answer your call immediately when the volume is muted? Not only did I not mute the volume, but I also set the ringtones of both you and your phone to crowing, so I will definitely not miss it."

Song Zhiyu: "Tsk, it's really ugly. I'll replace it later."

Zhou Cheng: "Okay, okay, I'll change it now. If you sound like a groundhog, will I record it and use it as a phone ringtone?"

Song Zhiyu: "Don't...can't the ringtone of your mobile phone be made by a normal human being?"

Zhou Cheng: "Yes, if you... say that I like you or something, it will be there immediately. Of course, I know you will definitely not say... that's it." After talking, Zhou Cheng himself said more and more. Emboldened.

"I like you."

The embarrassing thing happened here. Song Zhiyu couldn't stop after saying the first "I like you". Snot flowed all over his face emotionally.

No matter how nervous Zhou Cheng was, he realized that something was wrong with Song Zhiyu, and said seriously, "What happened?"

Only then did Song Zhiyu realize his gaffe, wiped away his tears, and said to Zhou Cheng, "Old Zhou, guess how many bottles of wine I drank tonight? Hiccup." Hiccup a drink.

As expected, Zhou Cheng believed it was true, and stopped asking, and then fell into a strange circle of thinking of "Why do you drink?", "Who did you drink with?", "Why didn't you bring me when you drank?"

It wasn't until later, when Zhou Cheng and Song Zhiyu were drinking together at home, that he realized that Song Zhiyu not only drank a glass, but also fell asleep when he was drunk, and only smirked lazily and didn't speak at all. This mystery was officially solved.

Before hanging up the phone, he said something pitifully to Zhou Cheng, so that every time he thought about it later, he would scratch his head and just want to find a hole to bury himself.

"I don't want to share weal and woe with you, I just want to be sweet, as sweet as the sweet potatoes we ate that day, okay?"

The author has something to say:

I'm not cruel, as long as it's sweet

Alas, I don't understand love.