Love's Gone

It seemed that there was ice drenching my head. It was freezing. I didn't have time to open my eyes more. I hurried to get up from the sofa, but I accidentally rolled and slipped, and I fell heavily on the floor.

When I hit the ground on my knee, the bone collided with the floor, and the dull pain pierced my heart. All my confusion was completely dispelled. I didn't have time to check whether I was hurt. I searched around with my eyes for the first time. Just now the anxious nurse disappeared.

After a delay of more than ten seconds, my hanging heart almost burst into tears when a big stone fell to the ground.

It's good. It turned out that it was just a terrible nightmare. When I woke up, all the terrible scenes in my dream disappeared. And Zhou Wei, he will be all right. He will stride across.

But I'm really glad it's too early.

As soon as I put my mind away, there was a nurse running towards me. She rushed to Zhou Jinyang before she had a firm foothold. She was angry: "Mr. Zhou, Mr. Zhou, the bacteria of lung wound infection spread and affected the heart, liver and spleen. Now the hematopoietic function is limited, and there are early signs of organ failure. The doctor asked you to go there quickly!"

He bounced up straight from the sofa. Zhou Jinyang lost his composure. As soon as he lifted his feet, he took too big a step. He staggered a few times and leaned against his crutch to prevent himself from falling out of balance. He staggered all the way and ran towards the outside.

If a bomb exploded in my brain, it roared and kept growing. Pieces of space were left blank. I had no consciousness at all and only caught up with my instinct.

But after Zhou Jinyang entered the doctor's office, the nurse closed the door and locked it. I had to wander around outside the door.

The more I suffered, the slower it was. I was tortured by my terrible imagination for a century. Zhou Jinyang came out. His face was gray and his mouth was closed. He walked about five meters step by step. He stabbed his crutch heavily on the floor and said, "you stay here. My heart is bad and I can't stand the shock..."

Before he finished, his body was like a statue without support, falling heavily to the ground, making a dull noise.

There was still a buzzing sound in my brain. I rushed forward and helped him up with all my strength. I curled my feet and legs to raise his upper body. I tore my throat in the direction of the doctor's office and called for help.

When the hurried medical staff carried Zhou Jinyang on a stretcher to the rescue room, of course, I was still very worried about Zhou Wei. Of course, I wanted to accompany him as close as possible to him even if I couldn't see him here, but I couldn't ignore his grandfather.

Standing in the same place, I was in a dilemma for only ten seconds. I cried all the way to catch up with the stretcher truck that transported Zhou Jinyang to rescue.

Holding back his collapse and helping Zhou Jinyang complete the preliminary procedures for hospital rescue, I called Deng Junying.

After about 20 minutes, Deng Junying came. She tried to call Zhou Tianquan. No one answered. She called Mao Jieqiong again and turned it off. She tried three or five times and was frustrated. Finally, she guarded Zhou Jinyang. I went back and continued to stick to Zhou Wei.

In fact, I ran for nothing. I had just walked back for a while. Zhou Wei was hurriedly pushed out by a group of medical staff and ran all the way towards the emergency room.

When he was pushed past me, I finally saw him again after a lapse of 20 hours. He was full of pipes, his nose and mouth were covered by a huge oxygen delivery hood, his eyes were closed, and his once infinitely fresh and flexible face was as thin as paper and as white as wall ash.

At this moment, all my resentment and resentment towards him completely disappeared. I was even willing to exchange the rest of my life for his joy and peace.

He was taken out of my sight again.

Or I was frightened for a long time. I had already entered the withering period in advance in this process. In the next time waiting for rescue, I was like a stranded fish. No matter how many scorching sun in the sky, I struggled to calm down and quietly waited for the judgment of fate.

The first person to be pushed out was Zhou Jinyang. I heard the doctor tell Deng Junying that he was ok, so I had to take care of everything with Deng Junying, and I continued to wait in place.

The more it is at this critical moment of life and death, the more mischievous time it is. It climbs very slowly like a snail without enough food, and the suffering is pulled to infinity. This little bit kills the fluctuating will in my body.

When Zhou Wei was pushed out again, I had completely overcome the soft hands and feet brought by my fear. I rushed to meet him this time: "doctor, how is he? How is he? "

At the end is about the attending physician. His attitude is neither good nor bad. His tone is light: "at present, the patient's complications are suppressed, but everything depends on the follow-up."

Zhou Wei was placed in the intensive care unit again.

This time, I don't know whether it was Zhou Jinyang's meaning or the nurse's negligence. The curtain covering him was finally pulled aside. I can see him through the small glass baffle on the door. I've been watching it all the time. I can see that it slipped away quietly at the end of the week without leaving a shadow.

I called Luo Zhizhong to ask for leave. He didn't answer my phone. Later, he returned a message saying that he had just driven and asked me what to do. I expressed my willingness to ask for leave in a text message. Luo Zhizhong didn't ask for details, so he gave me two words back. He said, OK.

Without work, I ran home as fast as I could to change and wash clothes. I found an apartment hotel nearby that could cook and booked a room. In the afternoon, Deng Junying came to the hospital for a stroll, ran back to the hotel to take a bath, and then cooked some clear soup, dumplings and noodles for Zhou Jinyang with a small electric rice cooker.

Zhou Jinyang wasn't polite to me. He ate everything every time, but he didn't care whether I cared or not. He always took a pamphlet to write and draw. He said he wanted to write it down. If he ate my meal, he would even owe me a favor.

During this period, within the scope of my knowledge, Zhou Tianquan called Zhou Jinyang twice. He asked about Zhou Wei without pain. Zhou Jinyang replied that it was OK. Zhou Tianquan and Mao Jieqiong never appeared in the hospital.

On the contrary, Xie Wei came once. She brought a bunch of flowers. When she was chatting with Zhou Jinyang, I went to help fetch hot water. When I came back with two pots of boiling water, she was gone.

I don't know if she had something to do, or if she was called away by Zhou Jinyang.

I didn't ask, neither did Zhou Jinyang.

On the fifth day, when I looked through the glass baffle again, Zhou Wei was already able to do it. He was facing me on the side. A nurse was giving him a needle in his hand. He stared straight at the tip of the needle into his body. There was no unnecessary expression change on his pale face.

In fact, at this time, the doctor has informed that he has survived life and death, and is open to family visits for one hour every day, but Zhou Jinyang didn't go to see him, and he didn't think of a way to let me go in.

And my state of mind has improved since he was uncertain about his life and death. Now he has collapsed and rebuilt. When he lay there, the road ahead was unclear. Many of the impulses I wanted to break through everything and rush to the front have been taken away. After the crisis was relieved, I suddenly didn't know what face I should face with him. Therefore, although Zhou Jinyang and I seem to have become familiar enough to say nothing in these short days, I was stunned that I didn't open the mouth.

I'm still like my state these days. When I'm free, I'll stand there and take a look at him.

In the twinkling of an eye, the day passed again.

This morning, I went to get Zhou Jinyang a breakfast and came back. I looked at the intensive care unit where Zhou Wei lived before. I had changed a strange middle-aged woman. I asked a nurse for the house number of the ordinary ward transferred out by Zhou Wei.

Carrying the steaming fried bread with corn stuffing, I simply walked to his floor, but when I got closer and closer to the empty door, I hesitated.

I walked to the door with my hands and feet. I put my shoulder against the wall. The heat of fried bread in my hand rushed up and smoked the back of my fingers. I wanted to hold my breath, but my heart jumped quickly. I couldn't help them.

When I was at a loss, Zhou Wei's tone seemed to be picked up by something. It was several degrees higher: "is Liu duo'an outside the door?"

Zhou Jinyang's voice was faint: "it shouldn't be. She went to buy me breakfast. She didn't come back so soon."

But it was as if there were thousands of miles' eyes. Zhou Wei was particularly sure: "look at the shadow thrown in through the door. It's clearly her."

Without stopping for two seconds, Zhou Wei suddenly raised his voice: "Liu duo'an? Liu Duoan, is that you? "

The tide of heart is like the surging sea, and the surging waves hit the shore. I can't move as if I had taken a pill.

Suddenly, there was a sound of scattered footsteps inside. Not long after, Zhou Jinyang opened the door. He put his head out: "what are you doing here? Come in when you come."

I was so upset that I hurriedly stuffed my breakfast: "Mr. Zhou, this is your breakfast. I'll go first..."

"Go what go."

Zhou Jinyang said, "come in quickly."

I don't know if it was Zhou Jinyang's words that had too much deterrent force, or my demons. I was an emissary. All my inner uneasy boundaries were destroyed in an instant. I was obsessed and slipped in.

With four eyes facing each other, Zhou Weiyang raised his hand with an infusion tube and said to me, "Hi, Liu Duoan, long time no see."

I was still in a daze. Zhou Jinyang suddenly fished the breakfast I was carrying. He said, "the old man can't understand the popular words you young people talk about. I'm not embarrassed. I can barely listen to you. You talk."

Going out, Zhou Jinyang gently closed the door.

His eyes were like glue on my face. Zhou Wei stared at me for about half a minute: "you're thin."

I rubbed my hands: "your uncle."

Zhou Wei's body got up and he sat straight: "Liu duo'an, can you come over here? You're so far away and it's hard to talk."

I suddenly added "Luo" to his words, which seemed a bit hippy. I was very unhappy. In order to stare at the effect, I went straight forward a few steps and I said to him, "are you a fool? Do you think you're a cat with nine lives, or do you think you're a savior? Today, you are lucky to step on the horse. If you have more bad luck in stepping on the horse, the steel bar will directly pierce your heart, and you will die. "

"That can't be. I certainly can't let the steel bar poke me in the heart. "

After stopping, Zhou Wei's face was more mysterious: "Liu duo'an, do you know why not?"

I was not angry: "Oh, you are a god man. You can still command those steel bars. Why don't you let them poke your brain directly? Anyway, you have no brain and it's useless to keep your skull."

"Hey, Liu Duoan, why don't you follow the routine. You should say you don't know. "

Zhou Wei's eyes were fixed again. He suddenly changed into a serious expression: "in that way, I can solemnly tell you that you live in my heart. I certainly can't let the steel bar poke there for fear of stabbing you."

This fool! He just came back from the gate of hell. He didn't reflect on himself in time. He just knew that he was flirting here and flirting with his uncle.

However, it reflected from the side that the man passed death and he was alive.

Although my resentment against him has gone with the wind, I have experienced so many twists and turns that I can't go to him without asking for an explanation as before. So I took two steps back and said, "it's not funny at all. Don't joke with me."

There was a slight anxiety on Zhou Wei's face. He jumped coldly and said, "then Liu duo'an, let me sing you a song."

Now, I was forced by him.

What the hell? After the rest of his life, he suddenly loved music and couldn't extricate himself. At the moment, he couldn't restrain his desire for performance?

I was in the middle of my stomach. Zhou Wei cleared his throat. He calmly sang: "pull out the radish, pull out the radish, oh, pull out the radish, little yellow dog, little cat, little Aries, little black cow, come on, come on, pull out the radish together..."

When he stopped, he looked at me with bright eyes: "Liu duo'an, I've finished singing the lyrics you changed before. What animals are there behind? When can you write a full version for me?"

My heart seems to have been thrown into the famous back to the south in the south. The tide drowned me, and some memories of the past became bright. I found that the best time between me and him was in the ambiguous and mutually contradictory stage where everything has not been settled.

As the touch grew stronger, I glanced at him coldly: "naive."

"Well, Liu Duoan, you're right. I'm naive."

Suddenly raised his face higher. Zhou Wei tried to keep a level look with me: "Liu duo'an, I know I'm wrong. I won't be so naive and stupid in the future. If I miss it once, I'll never be wrong again. Can you let me go back to you?"

He was sincere enough this time, both in his eyes and in his tone, so that I couldn't find anything wrong.

However, there is something wrong with me. Moreover, even if I have no resentment against him, the shadow he brought to me in the past is still looming. In fact, I don't have much confidence to be sure whether he will relapse and give me a fatal blow in the rest of his life.

Condensing him, I tried to keep my voice calm: "Zhou Wei, don't you think you mention this with me now, which smells like moral kidnapping? You are right. You almost lost your life for me. It's hard for you to get back your life now. As long as I have a little conscience, I won't refuse you, will I? "