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Chapter 319 Desperate Situation
Zhang Wuyun bought a plate of fried rice and walked hurriedly across the street. It was around 12:30 noon. The university gate was crowded with people, dressed in colorful clothes and gathered in groups of three or five. It was very lively.

"laugh--"

A dark blue Hummer H2, like a tough soldier, rushed over and passed by Zhang Wuyun.

There were some potholes on the asphalt road next to him, and the water in the puddles immediately splashed all over Zhang Wuyun.

A pleasant smell of gasoline made Zhang Wuyun slightly dazed. Then, Zhang Wuyun saw the dazzling license plate: "Sheng A06888"

"squeak--"

The Hummer suddenly stopped, and a big, round, and slightly fat head popped out from the window.

"You're looking for death, you little bastard!" the man shouted loudly, with an extremely arrogant and domineering attitude.

The black mole the size of a little fingernail between the eyebrows looks like a bullet nailed there.

There was a hint of turbidity in his squinting eyes, revealing a turbid and fierce light.

His two white front teeth protruded slightly, and he was wearing a black Versace suit, which showed that he had an extremely powerful background.

Zhang Wuyun was stunned, not because of the awesome Hummer, nor because of the intimidating ugly fat man, nor because of the sophisticated curse he said, but because of the woman next to the fat man, who should have been plain but actually put on rouge and powder and became even more beautiful and attractive.

Yes, women, and no longer girls.

This feeling was so strong and so heartbreaking for Zhang Wuyun.

However, he bit his lips silently and said nothing, even his lips were bitten to the point of revealing purple-red bloodshot.

"Ah Cheng, forget it. Don't bother with a country boy like him."

A lark-like voice floated out from the window of the Hummer, which restrained the fat man's arrogance and also made Zhang Wuyun's heart a little cold.

"Hmph, look at your miserable appearance!"

The fat man retracted his big head, not minding the strange looks from the men and women passing by. He stepped on the accelerator, and the Hummer immediately turned and rushed towards the school.

The steel lock door that was originally tightly closed suddenly opened completely, welcoming the great Hummer in.

This is just a small fragment of life. The students who were eating were still eating, the students who were chatting were still chatting, and the men and women who were preparing to get a room did not lose their sexual interest because of this small fragment.

Zhang Wuyun stood there blankly for a while, with no expression on his face. He continued to walk towards the other side, holding the fried rice that was already soaked by mud and water.

After turning seven or eight deep alleys, Zhang Wuyun arrived in front of a dilapidated house.

When he was about to go in, he looked at the fried rice in his hand, Zhang Wuyun pondered for a moment, then held the fried rice in his hand, picked up the rice that was covered with mud and water with the transparent plastic spoon, and swallowed it mouthful by mouthful.

The rice, which was covered with sand and mud, made Zhang Wuyun's throat ache slightly, but he did not frown even once.

After tidying up the remaining clean fried rice and throwing away the milky white plastic bag that wrapped it, Zhang Wuyun took the fried rice directly into the dilapidated house.

A small room blackened by cigarette ash, gloomy and dark, with a sense of deadness and a strong smell of mold and sourness.

Zhang Wuyun opened the broken door full of termite holes. With a "creak", the door opened and a ray of light shone into the room, causing the person inside to move slightly.

"Brother, you are back."

The hoarse voice was as heavy as the sigh of an 80-year-old woman.

But, in reality, this was the voice of a sixteen-year-old girl.

Zhang Wuyun silently came to the mat made of bricks, sat down, then helped the girl up and leaned her against the pillow. He used the transparent plastic spoon to pick up the fried rice that he had already cleaned very cleanly, and fed the girl bit by bit.

The girl's hair was as messy as dead grass, yellow and dry, just like a vine under the autumn frost, completely devoid of any vitality.

The white scalp is in large patches, like scabs that are about to fall off.

The waxy face looked bloated and had many wrinkles.

However, those eyes, which used to be extremely bright, were now dull and lifeless. The cloudy look in their eyes seemed a little empty, as if death would come at any moment.

There was a sour and stinky smell coming from the bed, but this smell made Zhang Wuyun feel his heart tremble.

Every time he saw his sister Xianyao, Zhang Wuyun would feel powerless in the face of fate, and that feeling of paleness and powerlessness always penetrated deeply into his heart.

Zhang Wuyun supported Xianyao, let her lean on his shoulder, and then gently pulled her into his arms.

After settling his sister down, Zhang Wuyun fed Xianyao food bit by bit. However, Xianyao burst into tears as she ate only a little bit at a time.

The tears were still turbid, but they touched Zhang Wuyun's heart. He, who had been silently persevering, seemed to collapse at this moment.

"Brother, where is Sister Lingling?"

Xianyao's low voice made it difficult for her to speak, but even though speaking made her uncomfortable, she tried her best to speak clearly, fearing that Zhang Wuyun couldn't hear her.

"She has to do the laundry at noon. She will come to see you tomorrow."

Zhang Wuyun suppressed the discomfort in his heart and spoke gently.

"Brother, I am a burden to you. I was originally picked up by grandpa. As long as I die——"

"Xianyao, what did you say!"

Zhang Wuyun suddenly shouted loudly. At this moment, his eyes turned red and he cried for the second time in his life.

The first time was when his grandfather was beaten to death with bricks while working at a construction site so that he and his sister could go to school.

The second time was today. Today, my sister seemed more energetic than usual.

Zhang Wuyun's eyes were red and he shouted loudly, but he was also very flustered and sad in his heart. That kind of powerlessness had penetrated deep into his soul, making him even willing to exchange his own life for his sister's health.

Xianyao tried hard to put on a smile, and the rice grains that Zhang Wuyun fed her rolled out from the corners of her mouth and landed on the thin bed sheet.

The rice grains with a faint light luster are so dazzling.

"Brother, please stop talking. Xianyao knows that within three days, she will die." Xianyao's breathing was a little difficult, but she spoke every word very clearly.

Since Xianyao contracted this strange disease three years ago, her health has been deteriorating. Looking at her current condition, even if she said she would not survive the night, Zhang Wuyun would not doubt it.

But deep down, Zhang Wuyun really didn't want to admit all this.

No hospital could identify this strange disease, and therefore, no medicine could cure it.

Moreover, in modern society, if you don't have money, basically everything is out of the question. In order to treat Xianyao's illness, Zhang Wuyun sold his family property, carried cement bags, worked as a miner, and even sold newspapers and participated in essay competitions...

However, the money gradually ran out and the effect became worse and worse. In the end, although Zhang Wuyun was unwilling to admit it, he also knew that Xianyao had given up.

"Xianyao, it's my brother who is useless."

Zhang Wuyun's eyes were red, and suddenly, he thought of the Hummer worth more than several million. He felt an imperceptible hatred towards this society of feasting and drinking.

"Brother, Xianyao seemed to have left her body just now. She saw grandpa and the scene on the road."

Xianyao spoke lightly, turbid tears kept falling, wetting half of the blue sheet.

Zhang Wuyun remained silent. He knew that when a person is about to die, he can really see a lot of things, just like when his grandfather passed away, he was silent for a few days.

That day, his grandfather Zhang Shoucheng suddenly told Zhang Wuyun: "Ayun, if grandpa is gone, you must live well. Grandpa's greatest wish is that you can get into a good university, and then leave this remote village and become a city dweller. Grandpa is afraid that you will not be able to see you holding your grandson..."

On the third day after that, Zhang Shoucheng died.

This incident left a deep impression on Zhang Wuyun, and now, his sister Xianyao said so again.

Zhang Wuyun just felt powerless.

The reason why he was admitted to Wusheng Institute of Technology was not just because of the beautiful woman Zhang Ling. More importantly, it was because Zhang Wuyun's score was 60 points higher than the first-tier score line. By entering this institute, he could not only waive all tuition fees, but also receive a living allowance of 10,000 yuan per year.

Zhang Ling has always been the girl that Zhang Wuyun secretly likes in his heart. Although the two of them have never made their feelings clear, the fact that Zhang Wuyun followed Zhang Ling to study in the Foreign Languages ​​Department of the Institute of Technology almost completely laid the foundation for their love.

The sincere promise made at the beginning seems to be completely unable to withstand the test of material things.

When school started, Zhang Wuyun told Zhang Ling about his sister. At that time, Zhang Ling said that they should work together to rescue Xianyao.

But since coming here once, Zhang Ling never came to see Xianyao again.

It was not until this scene appeared today that Zhang Wuyun realized that the world is unpredictable and reality is cruel.

"Grandpa doesn't want Xianyao to suffer, so he wants her to go with him, but she can't bear to leave her brother." Xianyao's hoarse voice, with a hint of sobs, interrupted Zhang Wuyun's thoughts.

Zhang Wuyun put down the fried rice in his hand, sat silently beside Xianyao, and let Xianyao rest her head in his arms.

“Xianyao, brother can’t bear to leave you either. You must be strong. Brother will definitely save you.” Although Zhang Wuyun’s words were full of great determination, they still lacked momentum at the end.

Yes, in the face of birth, aging, sickness and death, human power is so insignificant.

Xianyao was very sensitive at this time, as if she completely understood Zhang Wuyun's heart.

With a smile of relief, the old, wrinkled face suddenly showed a bit more tenderness.

"Brother, Xianyao doesn't know what it feels like to be in love. In the next life, Xianyao will definitely marry you. By then, Xianyao won't be your sister anymore, she'll be your wife."

Xianyao said longingly, and in those cloudy eyes, in the center of the blurred pupils, there was a hint of spirit that was difficult to conceal.

Zhang Wuyun was shocked and suddenly felt even more sad. Xianyao was adopted, and he himself was also an orphan. The two of them had nothing in common by blood, so why should he care about those titles?

However, a young girl of only fifteen or sixteen years old was about to wither away before she had even begun to experience anything, which made Zhang Wuyun extremely heartbroken.

"Xianyao, there's no need to wait until the next life. In this life, you are my wife."

Zhang Wuyun's heart ached. Suddenly, he felt that compared with Zhang Ling and Xianyao, she was nothing.

One is so beautiful and gentle, while the other is so selfish and vulgar.

"Brother, Xianyao will never like you in this life." Xianyao cried, but what she said was false.

Or maybe she really liked him, but knew that she looked too ugly, or perhaps she knew that she was about to die, and when she said this, her tears flowed faster.

She has a thin body, dark skin, and skinny bones that are like sticks. It seems that a gust of wind will blow her down.

Zhang Wuyun suddenly hugged Xianyao tightly and cried, "Xianyao, don't worry, I will definitely cure you, for sure!" As he said this, he silently said in his heart, "In the next life, we will definitely be the happiest couple!"

……

He stayed with Xianyao until five in the afternoon, then fed her a glass of milk and some light noodles. He watched her fall asleep before Zhang Wuyun walked out of the dilapidated house.

The landlord was an old woman in her sixties, and she wasn't a very kind person.

The old woman was wearing a black, loose-fitting old-age outfit, and she didn't look happy at the moment. She glanced at Zhang Wuyun and said, "If it doesn't work, just leave. This month is almost over. I'll take a loss on your rent, and I'll refund you 40 yuan. Don't let anyone die here. I don't want to suffer this bad luck."

The old woman kept on talking and walked tremblingly into the door next to her.

Zhang Wuyun was silent for a moment, then looked at a commercial bank card in his hand and smiled helplessly.

There was less than three hundred yuan on this card, which was all his belongings.

Although the school promised subsidies, the living allowance has not been issued. After Zhang Wuyun went to the school to ask for it once and failed, he did not ask for it again.

He took out his old blue Nokia, checked the time, and then looked at the familiar numbers in the phone book. After a slight hesitation, Zhang Wuyun dialed one of them.

The call was connected, but was hung up in an instant.

Zhang Wuyun's heart sank slightly and he called again.

After a while, the phone rang, and there was the creaking sound of the bed and a woman's soft voice with a familiar tone.

Zhang Wuyun felt extremely depressed, but suddenly he smiled.

(End of this chapter)