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Four days later, Lao Xu was transferred out of the ICU and transferred to an ordinary single ward. In this way, the visiting hours became much more relaxed.So relatives and friends flocked here, and the spacious ward of more than 40 square meters was packed full of various gifts.

As soon as old Xu had an accident, Aunt Qiu also fell ill. It was a sudden stomach bleeding. These days, Xu Yiqian was guarding Aunt Qiu in the gastroenterology ward on the second floor, while the three sons of the Xu family took turns to receive visitors in the intensive care ward on the sixth floor.On the fifth night, Xu Yipeng was lying on a box of golden bird's nest, his voice was already hoarse:

"Brother, I think they didn't come to see our father, they came to see us."

Xu Yihan looked at Xu Yipeng's back. In just a few days, the child was so thin that his spine protruded from under his shirt.

"Don't think about it so much...it's just some human relationship, it's not like you haven't seen it before."

"I know, but," Xu Yipeng sighed sullenly, "I just feel awkward... Hey, brother, I'm hungry, let's order a takeaway."

Xu Yihan thought to himself, Xu Yipeng was probably the only one in this family who was sincerely sad for Lao Xu.He and Xu Yize naturally needless to say, even Xu Yiqian, who was always loved by old Xu, just cried a few times symbolically - Xu Yihan went downstairs to visit Aunt Qiu yesterday, and heard Xu Yiqian standing in the corridor talking on the phone: "Oh, I I don't know if my dad can wake up. If he can't wake up, no one will care about him next month. It's OK to hire a nurse... um, no problem, the itinerary remains the same, let's buy a ticket for the [-]th of next month .”

As for Aunt Qiu, Aunt Qiu probably didn't want to get involved in the Xu family's affairs at all. Anyway, she was alone in the Xu family with no children.No matter when Xu Yihan visited, she always closed her eyes sleepily.

On the night of the seventh day, old Xu woke up, just as Xu Yihan and Xu Yipeng were present, but unfortunately old Xu just opened his eyes, his eyes were blurred, and he let out a few short "ho"s from his throat, a bit like coughing up phlegm.Then, before Xu Yize rushed to the hospital, he passed out again.

Xu Yipeng was so excited that he burst into tears and held the attending physician's hand tightly: "Is my dad getting better? Do you think he is about to wake up?" The attending physician replied politely and calmly: "We also hope that Mr. Xu will recover as soon as possible. But as a family member, you must have enough patience and mental preparation."

In fact, Xu Yihan had already asked the attending physician in private, and the answer he got was that the stroke had caused irreversible damage to his brain. Even if he could wake up, he would probably be unconscious.In the end, the doctor sighed softly and said meaningfully that the patient is also very painful in such a state.

so?Xu Yihan almost asked: How long do you think it is more appropriate to pull out the tube?But he held back in the end, because this is a relatively complicated issue. Pulling it out early is inappropriate, and it looks like they killed Lao Xu's life; pulling it out late will involve a series of issues, such as the company's listing, job changes, property division... ... Each has its own troubles.

Xu Yipeng went back to school, and only Xu Yihan was left in the ward. He made himself a cup of instant coffee and sipped it slowly. At this moment, Yang Liqiu called.

"Brother Yihan," Yang Liqiu's voice was soft and watery, "Have you been working hard these few days?"

"Well, it's okay," Xu Yihan said with a smile, "The ginseng slices given by Uncle Yang are very good. I took two slices today, and I feel much better."

Yang Liqiu also laughed: "That's good...it was so sudden, I remember the last time I had dinner with Uncle Xu, he didn't even drink alcohol, really..."

"Yeah, quit smoking and drinking to keep in good health," Xu Yihan shrugged, "You're old."

Yang Liqiu said politely: "Anyway, congratulations, brother Yihan, the Xu family will have a new successor soon, right?"

Xu Yihan: "Maybe, but it may not be me."

"I think you're fine." Yang Liqiu said with a smile.

Xu Yihan hung up the phone, and suddenly felt that this scene was really ironic. Today, he answered two congratulatory calls, one from Peter and one from Yang Liqiu, as if some big happy event happened to his family.Well, but, Xu Yihan thought again, although old Xu's age is not considered happy and mourning, he can still be regarded as a worthy death-no matter how sincere he is, in short, his children are surrounded by clouds of relatives and friends, and everyone is surrounded by him. People are always concerned about his life and death.If he really can't make it through this test, then there will be a grand funeral as the end of his life. Chairman Xu was majestic when he was alive, and he died resoundingly. This is considered a happy event, right?

Xu Yize came to change shifts in the morning, and the two met face to face, both of them expressionless.Xu Yihan drove home and passed a COCO milk tea shop on the way, his thoughts paused for a moment, he didn't know why he noticed this milk tea shop.After a song was played on the radio, Xu Yihan remembered it, because Deng Yuan said that the first cup of milk tea he drank in Shanghai was from COCO.

Xu Yihan turned back and packed a cup of black tea with French milk cream, full sugar and pearls. He thought Deng Yuan would like sweet taste.In fact, Xu Yihan has already lived in the hotel next to the hospital for many days, and Xiao Peng bought all the daily necessities, so he has no need to go home today.He doesn't even have to worry about whether Deng Yuan will sneak away, because every night he only needs to open the app of Xiejiao live broadcast, click into the live broadcast room of "Xiaoqing's Nest", and he can immediately see Deng Yuan, who is sitting in the room surrounded by In the room that has been remodeled to be warm and vulgar, there is a sweet smile.

Then why do you want to go home today?Xu Yihan couldn't think of a reason.

Deng Yuan was fast asleep when he got home—he would broadcast live every day until two or three o'clock in the morning.Holding the milk tea, Xu Yihan tiptoed into the study room, squatted down beside Deng Yuan's bed, and called softly, "Sister?"

The air conditioner was turned on to 23 degrees, and Deng Yuan shrank under the quilt, only showing his small face and pointed chin. Only then did Xu Yihan realize that he had lost so much weight.Xu Yihan called him again: "Sister."

Deng Yuan opened his eyes and looked at Xu Yihan, as if in a daze: "Why are you here?"

Xu Yihan smiled, grabbed his hand out of the quilt, and put the milk tea into his palm: "Have I not been back for a long time? Come, I brought you COCO."

Deng Yuan took the milk tea, but immediately put the milk tea on the bedside table.

"I can't drink it," he shook his head. "The audience said I'm fat, so I have to lose weight."

"Fat? Are you still fat after you're like this?" Xu Yihan held Deng Yuan's wrist weakly, "You've been too thin recently, why don't I invite an aunt to cook for you?"

Deng Yuan got up: "No need."

He went to the bathroom to wash his face, and Xu Yihan followed to the door of the bathroom, and whispered, "My dad is sick, and I've been staying in bed in the hospital for the past few days, so I haven't come back."

"Well," Deng Yuan buried his face in the towel, "Are you seriously ill?"

"...It's serious."

"Oh."

Xu Yihan watched Deng Yuan wipe the water with a towel, and then turned his gaze to the dressing table—because of the live broadcast, more and more cosmetics appeared on the dressing table.One of Deng Yuan's regular live broadcasts is makeup. Xu Yihan has seen him apply indigo eyeshadow, which reminds him of some kind of fish from the tropical deep sea. When jumping out of the sea, the narrow back will reflect the moonlight into A bluish silver.

Deng Yuan has more and more cosmetics, but he still wipes the water off his face with a towel. According to Xu Yihan's experience from a certain ex-girlfriend, it is very unhygienic to wipe the water with a towel, and it is best to use a disposable face wash towels, or cotton pads.

"Why do you still use a towel?" Xu Yihan asked like this, which seemed to be an innocuous and very abrupt question, "Why... don't you use a face towel? Didn't you say that is better for the skin?"

Deng Yuan paused for a moment, and asked back: "Do I have to use it? If you think it is necessary, you can."

"No, sister, I didn't mean that," Xu Yihan said, "I'm just curious."

Deng Yuan glanced at Xu Yihan, and said calmly: "Because I think that thing is too wasteful—it's such a big sheet, just wipe it with water and throw it away."

"Oh, yes," Xu Yihan was shocked, "It's a bit of a waste."

He felt a sense of steadfastness and satisfaction in his heart. It seemed that Deng Yuan was still Deng Yuan. Even if he got to this point, Deng Yuan would still overlap with the original Deng Yuan when he first lived in his house in some trivial matters. .Deng Yuan never had leftovers. Deng Yuan always left the last sip of water to clean his clothes and mopped the floor. Deng Yuan was reluctant to use disposable face towels.These living habits that would have made Xu Yihan a little novel and helpless in the past, unexpectedly became his fulcrum at this moment.

Deng Yuan walked out after washing, and was hugged by Xu Yihan.Xu Yihan rested his chin on his shoulder, and put his palm on his light yellow pajamas.

"Sister," Xu Yihan only felt exhausted, "My dad may be dying soon."

A few seconds later, Deng Yuan asked, "Are you okay?"

"Okay, very good." Xu Yihan closed his eyes, sniffing lightly in Deng Yuan's soft hair, "He is going to die, I can't be better, I am very happy...but I can't help but think, Didn't he die too quickly? It's too comfortable for people to pass by in a daze... Sister, am I going too far?"

"... Otherwise, how do you want him to die?"

"I hope? I hope he is like my mother, with high fever, abdominal edema, and severe pain all over... Why did he die so comfortably? He is a fucking scum, why did he die so comfortably?"

Deng Yuan stopped talking, Ren Xu Yihan hugged him tightly.Xu Yihan poured out the words accumulated in his heart, feeling that Deng Yuan in his arms was like a warm lake, and his anger was gently rippling like water ripples, unconsciously, it all dissolved in the lake.

After the anger subsided, a deeper confusion filled the air. Everyone is human—he has learned so many theories that all people are created equal. Light as a feather?He didn't mean greatness or humbleness, he meant that there are people like Xu who die well known to everyone, and there are people like his mother and Cheng Xiaobai, whose death is like a stone falling into the sea without any echo.

Xu Yihan let go of his arms, looked directly at Deng Yuan, and asked the second innocuous and abrupt question:

"Sister, can you tell me about Cheng Xiaobai?"