Introduction to Advanced Mathematics

Minghang did what he said, he quit his job and moved into the hospital.

Ling Xingyang lives in the intensive care unit, but there is only one bed, and Minghang sleeps on the sofa.

Minghang never knew that he could take care of a person so patiently. From massage to body scrub, he did everything that only paid nurses, blood-related family members, and loved ones would do. thing.

He would stay with Ling Xingyang most of the time, until one day, when he came back from outside with breakfast and newspapers, he found a familiar figure sitting in front of the bed. disturb.

From that day on, he would deliberately go out for half an hour every morning, leaving this precious time to his father and his son.

In addition, Ling Xingyang's whole day belongs to him, and when he has nothing to do, he will read newspapers to Ling Xingyang.

Through the newspapers, he knew a lot of outside affairs. Ling's father was terminally ill, Ling's family was in crisis, and Ling Xinghai, the eldest son of Ling, stepped forward and stabilized the chaos with his own strength.

In just a few months, the upstart in the business world has led the group company out of the trough, and the stocks that have bottomed out have picked up again.

Few words in the newspaper can't describe the soul-stirring in Shang Hai. Minghang subconsciously still admires this man. He can imagine how much pressure this young man bears to get to where he is today step by step.

Ling's father's life is already counting down, Ling Xingyang's state has been staying in place, only Ling Xinghai is always moving forward.There is always a day when the countdown will come to an end, the stagnation will not increase, but the progress will never end. Looking at it this way, life is still full of hope.

After Minghang finished reading the newspaper for the day, he sipped his saliva to moisten his throat.He used to be so tired of Ling Xingyang being able to talk all day long, but now he admires him for his extraordinary ability.In the same way, how much he ignored Ling Xingyang in the past, is now being repaid in full by the other party.

Speaking is hard, and speaking to someone who doesn't want to hear is even harder.

The doctor said that there is only one way to wake up the vegetative person, which is to talk to the patient more and try to wake him up from his deep sleep.

There is no medical explanation for this phenomenon, but miracles often happen like this.

Minghang feels that what he is doing now is more like repaying a debt, and he will tell Ling Xingyang all the words he said to him before, not missing a single word, and he will wake up when he finishes the last word.

So he finished reading newspapers and magazines, finished magazines and novels, and finally went to Weibo to collect some jokes and read them to him one by one.Ling Xingyang is a person with a low sense of humor, even if it is not so funny, he can always fool him several times hahahaha.

At night, Minghang no longer read the jokes, but read the text messages Ling Xingyang sent him. He never deleted those text messages—not out of cherishment but because of laziness. Mostly nonsense.

——Minghang, tonight is the fifteenth day, the moon is so round, I think of your face when I see the full moon, isn’t this text message very romantic?Good night.

——Xingyang, tonight is the first day of the new year, and the moon is very curved. When I see the new moon, I think of your smile. My face is not so round at all.Good night.

——Minghang, I watched a zero-point movie today. The protagonists of the movie obviously love each other, but they have to fight for their own camp. When I think of this, I feel sad like an insect.Good night.

——Xingyang, judging by the date you sent the text message, you should be watching the premiere of Transformers, right? You compare Bumblebee to sadness, does he know?Good night.

——Minghang, next week is your birthday, I asked you what gift you want, and you said that without me is the best gift.After thinking about it, I decided that I would not show up for the whole day that day, so that you can feel the feeling of missing me.Good night.

——Xingyang, the whole day you promised only lasted for thirteen hours in the end, but now I have experienced the feeling of missing you.Good night.

In this way, Minghang read a good night text message sent to him by Ling Xingyang every night, and then replied to the last one. This has become a daily routine for several months.

Of course Ling Xingyang’s phone is not here, and Minghang doesn’t care where it is, let alone whether it will be received. He strictly follows the time set by Ling Xingyang, and presses the send button on time at eleven o’clock every night.

Unless the mobile phone is out of battery like tonight, the charging signal on the screen is pushed one by one, Minghang sits by the bed and waits, and the moonlight outlines the quiet people.

By accident, he moved Ling Xingyang's body to the side, leaving half a shoulder width away, and lay down on his side.

He stretched out his arms and hugged the other person, in order to keep himself from falling, and of course it could be for other reasons.

At first he just wanted to lie down for a while, thinking that today's text message was not sent, but soon tiredness overcame everything, and he fell into a deep sleep in this absolutely not comfortable environment.

The next day, when he was awakened by the sound of the nurse pushing the door, he realized that he had slept for too long. He hadn't slept so late for a long time.

Minghang stayed in front of the hospital bed day and night, and the medical staff here had long guessed their relationship.

The little nurse pursed her lips, suppressed a smile, and watched Minghang get off Ling Xingyang's bed with an embarrassed face.

"Are you off work yet?"

Minghang scratched his hair and said hello. He remembered that he was also the little nurse last night.

"After checking this ward, I will change shifts."

The little nurse changed the bottle for Minghang with ease.

"Mr. Ling was here last night."

She kept moving her hands and said casually.

Minghang was taken aback.

"Which Mr. Ling?"

"The patient's brother."

"When?"

"It was very late, it was already late at night. The guard told him that the visiting time had passed, but he insisted on coming up, so the guard had to call the duty room."

Minghang slept soundly last night, and didn't even know that someone had been there.

"He came in a hurry, as if there was something urgent, but then he just stood outside the door and left."

"why?"

The little nurse smiled, "I'm not sure about that. I've finished changing the medicine for today. If you have anything else to do, please call my colleague."

Minghang nodded and sent her away.

After the nurse left, Minghang took the phone off the charging stand, only then remembered that the text message from last night hadn't been sent yet.

——Xingyang, my phone ran out of battery last night, I'm really sorry to keep you waiting.I finally found out how difficult it is to send text messages day in and day out, and I am overwhelmed by your patience.Good morning.

Minghang's time to leave in the morning is getting shorter and shorter, because the time for Ling's father to sit still is also getting shorter and shorter. This former influential figure in the business world has gradually come to the end of his life.

When he went out, it happened that the butler of the Ling family pushed the head of the Ling family slowly from the other end of the corridor, and they met each other.They no longer deliberately avoided each other, and nodded politely when they passed by.

Minghang observed his expression, the head of the Ling family might be replaced soon.

No, it should have been replaced.Minghang saw the new issue of Generation Magazine at the newsstand downstairs. Although it is not as famous as Times, it is still very important in economics.On the cover, Ling Xinghai is so heroic and energetic, like a rising star.

Minghang bought magazines and newspapers at the same time, went to the breakfast shop to buy steamed buns, sat on a bench outside the hospital, and ate steamed stuffed buns with the cover of the magazine.

A pair of shiny black leather shoes appeared in his field of vision, and when he raised his head, the characters on the cover of the magazine suddenly became three-dimensional, with suits and leather shoes standing in front of him.

It's been four months, and even the housekeeper who always hides needles in his mouth no longer confronts him tit for tat, but Ling Xinghai's hostility has not diminished at all.

Just because he has the same face and the same blood as the person lying in the ward, Minghang doesn't want to argue with him again.

"Did you come last night? What's the matter?"

He asked straight to the point.

"Keep a distance from my brother..."

Ling Xinghai said in a low voice.

"It turned out to be Chagang."

Minghang understood.

"But it's a pity, I will only do it if Xingyang tells me this personally."

Ling Xinghai was silent for a while because of his words.

"You don't call him by his first name anymore."

"How could I address my boyfriend in such an unfamiliar way?"

Minghang stood up and brushed off the unnecessary dust on his body.

"Don't you think so? Mr. Ling Xinghai."

In Ling Xinghai's eyes, a flame could be seen faintly igniting.

He angrily threw something over, and Minghang followed it reflexively.

"what is this?"

Minghang looked down.

"My brother's diary. Since you want to read it anyway, why don't you read what he wants to hear."

Minghang paused with his half-turned hand.

"Won't that violate his privacy?"

"Aren't you his boyfriend?"

Ling Xinghai left after leaving such a sentence, leaving Minghang shaking his head helplessly.

Can you pry into privacy arbitrarily if you are a boyfriend?Ling Xinghai's Business Sutra may be read well, but the Love Sutra is still too superficial.

But he came here early in the morning to deliver this... Could it be understood that he was already trying to accept it?

Minghang hesitated again and again, but still opened the first page of the diary, which read:

——The teacher asked us to keep a diary during the holidays. I don’t know what to write down, so let’s start with self-introduction.

——My name is Ling Xingyang, and I have a twin brother named Ling Xinghai.Everyone will ask when they see our names for the first time: Your brother’s name is Ling Xinghai, why aren’t you called Ling Xingyang, the ocean’s ocean? ...

"...But no one has ever asked me: Your name is Ling Xingyang, why isn't your brother called Ling Xingtai, Taiyang's wife?"

"But today someone said to me like this: Hey, you are Ling Xingyang? Come and listen."

"At that time he blocked me in a small alley, and he would beat me if I didn't baa, I would rather die than baa. Then my brother came, and he said: You two look so alike, then you must be a star cow, moo Come and listen."

"He didn't know that my brother was in taekwondo class during the summer vacation, so he knocked him down with a few punches. Then the two of us took turns kicking him, kicking him, and saying: one for moo, one for listening, one for baa, one for listening to it."

"After I left, my brother asked me: Both of us signed up for taekwondo classes during the holidays. Why did you run away after two classes?"

"I said: too tired, too painful, too hot, too... In short, I just don't want to go."

"My brother said: You don't even know how to fight, what will you do if others bully you in the future?"

"I said: Anyway, brother, you are here."

"My brother said: It's impossible for me to follow you all the time."

"I said: Aren't you here?"

Minghang laughed while reading, "I really sympathize with your Chinese teacher in middle school with the style of journaling."

He turned to the next page, Ling Xingyang's diary is not coherent, basically only when there are major events will be recorded, whether it is major or not depends on his own judgment.

"A man should have a beautiful girlfriend. The more beautiful the girlfriend, the more face the man has."

"The most beautiful girl in the class is Banhua. For the sake of the man's face, I confessed my love to her."

"Unsurprisingly, she agreed. I think Bei'er has face, and my classmates are also envious of me."

"But today she told me: I'm sorry, I made a mistake, I thought you were Ling Xinghai."

"I suddenly felt ashamed."

Minghang laughed so hard that he pinched the person on the bed, but unfortunately the target was so skinny that he couldn't even complete this movement.

The pinching movement turned into a caress, and Minghang touched and touched Ling Xingyang's arm distressedly.

"I look a lot like my brother, and I'm often confused."

"Even my dad can't tell the difference between us, except when looking at the report card with the name covered."

"If my mother is still alive, she should be able to tell the two of us apart, but unfortunately she has passed away."

"Now the only person who won't confuse the two of us is Uncle Xu, the housekeeper. I don't know what he uses to tell the difference. I asked him many times, but he refused to tell. I only know that when he called the young master, The person I'm facing must not be me, and I will never call the second young master my brother."

"My brother and I played an identity-swapping game. I put on his school badge, he put on my school badge, and then went to the other party's classroom to attend class."

"All day, no matter whether it is a teacher or a classmate, no one finds out that we are not ourselves."

"After school, my brother told me: the game is not over if the identity is not exposed, let's continue to play this game."

"I asked: how to play?"

"He threw me his schoolbag: you should go home and do your homework now."

"I asked: what about you?"

"He said: I'm Ling Xingyang now, it's time for me to go out and play."

"Just like that, my brother ran out to play, and I went home to do my homework. After I finished my homework, I copied another copy for my brother."

"My handwriting is not as good as my brother's. I can't imitate my brother's handwriting, but he can imitate mine and my father's signature. Just because of this, I admire him very much. When I finally finish writing the second I was asked by my dad to write big characters in the study."

"I can't write big characters at all, and my dad is of course very dissatisfied with my handwriting. After being beaten a lot, I had to lie and say that I stuck my finger in physical education class today."

"My dad finally didn't ask me to write, but he asked me to endorse. Being Ling Xinghai is too tiring, I still want to be Ling Xingyang."

"Uncle Xu saved me in the end. When he came in to bring tea to my dad, he asked me: Second Young Master, why are you here?"

"The identity has been dismantled, the game is over, thank Uncle Xu."

"My brother didn't come home after playing until dark, so he was beaten as a matter of course."

"When he went to school the next day, he was punished to stand again because he made too many homework mistakes."

"I feel a little sorry for my brother, but he said that he had a good time yesterday. If I want, he would like to play again, but I don't want to play again if I am killed."

……

A diary was read from the beginning to the end, Ling Xingyang went from a teenager to a young man, thirty pages of the calendar were torn out, and Ling's father lived the rest of his life.

He left with regret, because his youngest son is still in a coma. Fortunately, his eldest son, as always, did not disappoint him.

Minghang thinks about life, good and bad come together, but he doesn't know whether Ling's father is more relieved than regret, or regret is greater than comfort.It's a pity that neither he as an outsider nor Ling Xingyang as a relative will ever know.

Minghang attended Ling's father's funeral instead of Ling Xingyang. At the funeral, he saw Ling Xinghai whom he hadn't seen for a long time.

He always felt that Ling Xinghai looked different from the first time he saw him. He took a sneaky and careful measurement, only to find that he had lost weight, very thin, but no matter how thin he was, he would never lose weight than Ling Xingyang.

The person Minghang faces every day is Ling Xingyang, so that Ling Xinghai's emaciation is not obvious by comparison.

He didn't expect that Ling Xinghai would stop him after the funeral.

"Have you finished reading the diary?"

It was a weird question, so I had no choice but to reply with a hmm.

"This is another one."

I originally thought that Ling Xingyang's journal would come to an end after the end of middle school, but I didn't expect such an impatient person to continue this habit.Minghang took the diary in his hand and said thank you seriously.

Ling Xinghai left in the rain, his expression was more indifferent than the dark clouds in the sky.Uncle Xu held an umbrella behind him. From today onwards, they lost another relative in this world.

Minghang looked at his back and thought, how could someone mistake the two of them, they are obviously not alike at all.Ling Xinghai is gray, the road he walked is also gray, and the people around him are also gray.As for Ling Xingyang, as long as he shines on these places, the gray will peel off and the color will reappear, even more colorful than before.