Laughing astray

I heard the sound of hurried footsteps, the wall behind me has lost a lot of paint after years of washing, I don’t know how many people have sat on the waiting chair under me, and I don’t know how many people have entered the closed door next to me Pass.

How many people came out?

Cong Xiao lost his gaze and sat quietly, neither crying nor laughing.

Cong Jiyun's condition was so bad that he was pushed into the emergency room before he opened his eyes and said something.

Nurses coming in and out walk with wind, doctors shouting, time stagnant.

Yan Zihan hugged Cong Xiaoyi's shoulders, unable to say a word.

The two sat quietly until a person walked steadily.

"Is it a family member?"

Cong Xiao raised his head and looked at the man in front of him, both familiar and unfamiliar.

The doctor held a few pieces of paper in his hand, and said in a deep tone, "Notice of critical illness, family members sign it."

This piece of paper was so light and weightless, Cong Xiao felt a little confused as soon as he held it in his hand.

Yan Zihan remained silent, waiting for Cong Xiaoyi to respond.

"Is it really incurable?" Cong Xiao raised his head and asked.

The doctor was used to seeing life and death, so he nodded calmly.

In fact, Cong Xiao knew the answer early on, and no matter how much he asked, no matter how many things he said, he couldn't change the result at all.

Taking a pen to sign his name, Cong Xiao stood up.

"Excuse me."

Yan Zihan stepped aside and spoke a few words with the doctor.

Cong Xiao looked at the closed door again, feeling cold all over.

The person in his memory is behind that door, he doesn’t know if that person is in pain now, to be honest Cong Xiaoyi suddenly doesn’t feel anything else, it’s very contradictory compared to the previous tension, on the one hand he’s in pain that he’s about to lose Relatives, on the one hand, he is grateful that that person is about to escape from the sea of ​​suffering.

Is happy, but also sad.

Cong Jiyun was very quiet when he came out once, exactly the same as when he was lying on the hospital bed before, except that there was no ventilator, no monitor, everything returned to the original, but now Cong Jiyun can no longer breathe.

This day came suddenly and quickly, Cong Xiaoyi did not shed tears, watching the doctors and nurses push Cong Jiyun away quietly.

"Over there at the funeral parlor..." Cong Xiaoyi's voice was hoarse, and he was weak when speaking: "Let's talk about it."

"Ah."

"Smile!"

"Smile!"

Wang Bin and Ma Xuanyu ran over sweating profusely, and Lao Ban followed behind them.

The three of them ran up to Cong Xiaoyi with worried faces, but were speechless.

"It's okay." Cong Xiaoyi forced a smile, but comforted him.

-

Cong Jiyun's funeral was simple and hasty, and Yan Zihan was there to help him, everything went smoothly.

This is the first time Cong Xiaoyi has gone home since Cong Jiyun fell ill, and Cong Xiaoyi can't remember.

The room is small, with two bedrooms, plus a living room and kitchen. There have been quarrels and laughter in this house. He has lived in this house for nearly 20 years.

"Shall I put the cloak in together?" Cong Xiaoyi took off his shoes, frowning and scanned around the messy room, and said to Yan Zihan behind him, "It's new, my mother hasn't worn it yet."

"Let go." Yan Zihan said.

"I always feel that there is something missing." Cong Xiaoyi said, "Let's clean it up."

Yan Zihan put the cleaning tools he bought on the ground: "Go to sleep for a while, I'll come."

"Together." Cong Xiaoyi sniffed and took off his coat: "Don't worry, I'm such an adult, I'm fine."

Yan Zihan didn't insist much.

"I'll go to the bedroom first." Cong Xiaoyi said, "I'm alone now, and I don't have any plans to deal with this house. If I go to school and go to the neighboring city, otherwise I'll rent it out."

"It's okay, you will live with me when you come back."

I didn't buy many cleaning supplies, but the house was clean even though it was messy.

The two tidied up the inside and outside, and it was much tidier.

"I remember my mother said that there is a photo album, but I don't know where to put it."

Cong Xiaoyi rummaged in the bedroom for a long time, and came out with a pile of clothes, many of which were very old.

"Throw away all these clothes?"

"Throw away what you can't wear, and see if you can donate what you can wear." Cong Xiaoyi was a little tired, sitting on the bed: "I haven't been in my mother's room very often, in fact, I know... My mother brought many people back, but they never entered the bedroom."

Yan Zihan raised his eyebrows, but didn't answer.

"Very good, the misunderstanding was resolved before my mother left."

"The sofa in the living room has to be thrown away." Cong Xiao grinned happily, his pretty eyes twinkling with stars: "Wang Bin calls for dinner tonight, Brother Song has also arranged to meet Bai Jingguo."

"So early?"

"Yeah." Cong Xiaoyi lay back on the bed, patted the empty space beside him: "Lie down too."

Yan Zihan lay on his side, and put Cong Xiao in his arms: "It's been so many days...I haven't seen you cry."

"That's because I didn't let you see it." Cong Xiao lifted his head from Yan Zihan's arms, and touched the tip of his nose with Yan Zihan: "At night, I secretly wiped my tears when I couldn't sleep. I know you and Wang Bin are worried. Me, you don't believe me when I say I'm not sad, but I'm really tired, thinking that my mother still has to take care of you."

"You must be poor." Yan Zihan took his mouth and bit the tip of Cong Xiao's nose.

"I really hate my dad." Cong Xiaoyi dodged Yan Zihan's attack and yawned with tears in his eyes.

"normal."

After changing his position, Cong Xiao lay down and said, "But that was in the past."

"Ok?"

"This man is cowardly and vicious. He stabbed my mother after he got out of prison, and now he is still playing suicide in prison. He is quite selfish. It can be said that he has been selfish all his life.

"But he is still alive, and I have a blood relationship with me. My brother and my mother are not by my side. He is the only relative left. These complicated relationships are nothing compared to death, because once a person dies, everything is gone. In this world, nothing but The small powder in the remaining piles of jars is only the dwindling thoughts of loved ones."

Yan Zihan was surprised that Cong Xiaoyi could speak such profound words calmly.

"They are all human. I know that on the day when I miss and forget, everyone has to live, to live, to make new friends constantly, and to change the environment around them." Cong Xiaoyi looked at the ceiling: "I There will be a day when I won't think about my mother every minute, and Bai Jingguo will be the same, he is the same as me, except for each other, he has no relatives."

"It is impossible for me to forgive him. He still needs to be reformed in prison, but he needs it. I will help him outside."

"Go to sleep." Yan Zihan gently stroked Cong Xiao's back, like stroking his beloved baby: "We'll talk about it after we sleep."

Cong Xiao closed his eyes and felt Yan Zihan's breath beside him.

"I didn't cherish my mother when she was alive, but now that Bai Jingguo is still here, I can't miss it."