A bowl of wontons, four spoonfuls of spicy

"Okay, whatever you say is fine. Wipe away your tears first, and then let's talk slowly." Zhou Cheng's voice was obviously flustered.

"I... I didn't cry." As he spoke, Song Zhiyu took out a tissue and sniffed his snot fiercely, scolding himself over and over again for being a glass heart.

Song Zhiyu: "Does it mean you will agree with what I say?"

Zhou Cheng: "Of course."

Song Zhiyu made a decision, not on a whim, and said, "Hey, then just treat me like I'm not there from now on. Let's...get over."

"No." Zhou Cheng vetoed it without thinking.

"Hmm... um? You're fucking stupid!" The turning point was so natural that Song Zhiyu almost didn't realize it, and tried to calm Zhou Cheng patiently, "Puppy love doesn't end well. Say it right?"

"I don't care, I just want to live with you for the rest of my life now. When I didn't see you before, I could still convince myself. It's just a child's mind. It doesn't count. A city, whether it's big or small Xiao, if you can meet again and again, it must be more than just fate. Unless you really hate me and get tired of me, I won't let you go easily." This sentence is very emotional.

Song Zhiyu: "I've seen you impatient for a long time."

Zhou Cheng: "I don't believe it, you just said you like me."

Song Zhiyu: "..."

Zhou Cheng's words sounded bluffing at first, but they really don't stand up to scrutiny.After Song Zhiyu was touched for a moment, he calmly thought about it and said, "Wait, I seem to have heard the latter sentence somewhere..."

Zhou Cheng on the opposite side was obviously silent for a while, and then faltered and confessed to Song Zhiyu: "I... copied from the TV series."

"Like is like, how can it be so complicated. I only know that my heart that wants to spend the rest of my life with you is true!"

Zhou Cheng's face and Zhou Cheng's voice have the magic power to make people confess everything in front of him. The expected miserable parting and farewell turned into two boys who are like the aunts haggling over the price of vegetables in a vegetable market. I enter, one ebbs and another ebbs and flows.

Song Zhiyu: "If I don't have any serious problems after the operation, I will naturally contact you. Don't come to see me during this period. I don't want others to know about my condition..."

Zhou Cheng: "Will it work five or six times?"

Song Zhiyu: "At most once, no fruit baskets are allowed, and no paper cranes are allowed."

Zhou Cheng: "Okay, three times."

Song Zhiyu: "Twice, deal."

……

Due to several weeks of coughing and lung infection, the surgical method can only be the most traditional median incision.The operation was considered successful, but after getting off the operating table, the blood pressure was low for a while, and he even lost his own heartbeat, and was almost on the verge of being inserted with a pacemaker.

Song Zhiyu seems to be prone to frantic exploration on the edge of unlucky and lucky.

When Zhou Cheng came, Song Zhiyu happened to be asleep.In order to keep his breathing unobstructed, he tilted his head slightly, his furrowed brows and occasional fluttering eyelashes implied that he was not sleeping very well at this time.Zhou Cheng saw the puncture marks on Song Zhiyu's neck, and remembered that he was obviously a person who would tremble three times in fear of drawing blood, so his nose couldn't help but feel a little sour.

When Song Wen came in, she saw Zhou Cheng who was silently sitting by the bed, and nodded at him with a weird expression.I wanted to reprimand something, but in the end I didn't say anything.On the contrary, the elementary school student next to him was always in high spirits, pointing at Zhou Cheng with one hand, and exclaimed.

"Look, foreigner!"

Zhou Cheng gave him a booing gesture with embarrassment, and promised to buy him candy when he came next time, so he gave up.

When Song Zhiyu woke up, it was already dark, and he saw a piece tucked up beside the bed, he opened it with some difficulty, and there were several colorful paper cranes inside:

——Murong Baobao: Miss you and your math homework, come back soon~

——Tong Wen: The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades still need to work hard, stay away from cronies, and defeat Song Ziyu.

——Song Ziyu: In a word, Tsinghua University or Peking University, I will wait for you.

Guo Nanxing wrote too many words, I don't want to miss them.

"Pfft—how childish! We young people never play this trick." The elementary school student next door watched Song Zhiyu struggle to decipher the handwriting on the thousand paper cranes, and couldn't help laughing mockingly.

Song Zhiyu coughed twice in embarrassment, and silently threw the thousand paper cranes to the ground, but the wound was affected, his face changed, and finally two lines of old people's tears were shed.

A few days later, a cold-faced girl with a red scarf around her neck and three stripes on her shoulders brought a dozen exercise books and ruthlessly threw them on the primary school student's bed.

The primary school student's voice has never been so sweet: "Big brother, can you do me a favor? Look, this homework..."

Song Zhiyu sneered in his heart, and began to play dead expressionlessly: "Oh, it hurts. I'm dizzy."

The primary school student said with a shy face, "In exchange, let me tell you a secret, okay?"

Song Zhiyu: "Let go."

The elementary school student betrayed Zhou Cheng without hesitation. He said: "A few days ago, a perverted big brother came and kissed you secretly while you were sleeping!"

"roll!"

But after that, Zhou Cheng really didn't show up again, the last text message Zhou Cheng said that he would give him a surprise, and since then there has been no news.

"So your surprise is to play with me and disappear completely! Is this what you're talking about forever??" Song Zhiyu couldn't hold back the throbbing of his temples.

……

One month later

"12," he counted, and after a pause, "11," then "10," and "9," then "8" and "7" almost simultaneously.A boy with slightly long hair faced the window and sat on the side of the hospital bed, leaving only a thin back.

After the old man recovered from his illness, he smiled and gave Song Zhiyu and the pupil two lollipops.Primary school students in the clinic are always very noisy. At that time, Song Zhiyu had just returned from the intensive care unit not long ago, and unluckily caused complications of pneumothorax. He was not in a good mood. He only felt that his twittering all day was very annoying. Most of the time he chose to Relatively cold-eyed.

When he gradually moved freely, he felt that his actions were really hurtful, and when he finally made up his mind to be a gentle big brother, the healthy and noisy primary school student from Nailhu left alone.

Also, how can a healthy person stay in a hospital for no reason?

The history of this hospital is very long. It is said that it was established during World War II, so the entire building is very old, and the facilities are relatively old. Ivy has been covering the entire wall for 11 years.Song Zhiyu's hospital bed was leaning against the wall, and he didn't stay there for a very long time, but he still saw the leaves turn from green to withered yellow and fall off.

"What are you talking to yourself?" asked the stern doctor.

"Six, it's five now."

"Five what? What are you counting?"

Song Zhiyu sighed faintly, and said, "The leaf. It's on the ivy. When the last leaf falls, I might..."

"No need to wait, I'll pull it off for you now!" Before Song Zhiyu could finish speaking, the doctor had already rushed to the window and pulled off the crumbling leaf, leaving behind a bare vine.

Song Zhiyu looked at him speechlessly: "You..."

"What are you, what are you pretending to be O'Henry here? Quickly pack up your things and go home, do you know that the hospital beds are very tight now?" Song Zhiyu's rarely condensed artistic cells were shattered in such a ruthless manner.

On the first day after being discharged from the hospital, Song Zhiyu went to the barber shop to have her hair cut.It's a pity that the barber this time was not very skilled, so he pushed him the latest men's hairstyle on his own initiative, making him stay at home logically and dare not see anyone.

Song Zhiyu's recovery after the operation can only be said to be so-so, but the overall situation is definitely much better than before.No matter what, Zeng Jin's days of counting on his fingers are finally over.

It was only when Song Zhiyu caught a glimpse of a 20-centimeter-long scar on his chest while taking a bath and changing clothes that he remembered that he had taken the medicine as a meal before the operation, endured the pain of the sternum being sawed open in the postoperative recovery room, and passed the wound through his throat. In addition to the scene of the pipe desperately coughing out sputum, and the low-grade fever and drowsiness of the poor recovery after the operation, the clinical boy's talk about his autism and the caring nurse's tireless encouragement voices can be heard in my ears.

"Did someone tell you that you look like the heroine in an idol drama when you are asleep!"

"Oh, is it? It won't be the terminally ill one."

If it hadn't been cut open by someone and seen the red and white viscera inside, Song Zhiyu would still be willing to believe that the human body is just a soul.

……

Before moving, Song Zhiyu went back to No. [-] Middle School again.At that time, classes were still in session, and there was silence both inside and outside the school. Song Zhiyu just stood in the window outside the school for a while, but did not go in.

The windows are always changed frequently, but it is only those few people who change back and forth.And since the last time the motto was collected, this tradition has been maintained.At a glance, they are all a group of people who are not of the same type.

——Zhao Wanwan: Whatever.

——Wang Du can do it: I can do it.

——Guo Nanxing: There are many words that inspire me to forge ahead. If I only say one, I will be irresponsible to the other famous words, so now I just want to know how many words the bulletin board has...

Tong Wen was the most abusive one. After Song Zhiyu left, Song Ziyu came again, and he never had a bright future.Others are all frontal photos, but he may have too much grievances, tilting his head slightly to the side, looking at the first position.The motto under Tong Wen's photo also omitted the previous famous quote, and simply wrote directly: "I want to be the first!", everyone knows Sima Zhao's heart.

But Song Ziyu, who is the number one, writes: low-key, low-key.

Looking at it as a whole, Li Shu who honestly wrote "There are roads in the mountains of books, hard work is the path, and there is no limit to the sea of ​​learning." Li Shu is simply a boring mortal.

"You don't go to class during the day, what are you hanging around outside the school? Wait...I seem to remember you, you are the one..."

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Note: Two original sentences from "The Last Leaf" are quoted