Yanjing People's Hospital, this is where Fu Zhe was hospitalized, Zhang Kun only knows this, but the specific ward is not clear.

But this is not difficult for Zhang Kun, just ask at the nurse's station.

Of course, it is definitely not okay to ask the name Fu Zhe, but Wang Qiang is no problem.

Fu Zhe is a stage name, and the ID card still says Wang Qiang.

After asking about Fu Zhe's ward, Zhang Kun went straight to the inpatient department at the back of the hospital, the oncology building, and Fu Zhe lived in the intensive care ward, on the seventh floor.

Zhang Kun took the elevator to the seventh floor, then carried the fruit basket and looked all the way along the corridor according to the house number.

The fruit basket is the kind of hardcover fruit basket, to be honest, Zhang Kun doesn't know much about what fruits should be bought when visiting patients, and he doesn't know what Fu Zhe likes to eat, so he simply bought the fruit basket.

In the small fruit basket, apples, bananas, oranges, dragon fruits, longan, there is a little bit of everything, although there are not much, but there are always one or two things that Fu Zhe likes to eat.

looked all the way along the corridor, and then Zhang Kun's eyes lit up and he found it.

Ward 716, Oncology Building.

From a distance, the door was closed, but just when Zhang Kun wanted to walk over, suddenly a beautiful figure appeared at the door of the ward one step ahead of Zhang Kun, pushed the door and walked in.

Looking at the slightly familiar side face, Zhang Kun's whole body paused slightly, and after thinking about it, he stopped his figure and looked at the door that had not been closed after it was opened.

It was Fu Zhe lying on the white hospital bed, and after a few days of not seeing him, Fu Zhe looked like he had lost a lot of weight, although he didn't show bones, he had obviously lost a lot. Rest on the bed with your eyes closed.

In the air beside the hospital bed, a translucent figure floated silently. Zhuo Shi really waited by Fu Zhe's side all the time.

As if hearing the sound of the door opening, the toilet door in the ward opened, and a middle-aged woman in her forties, still holding a wet towel in her hand, walked out and looked at the woman with a slightly strange look.

"Who are you looking for, young lady?" asked the woman.

Hearing the woman's words, Fu Zhe, who had been closing his eyes on the hospital bed, opened his eyes and happened to see the girl at the door, Fu Zhe's pale lips opened, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't speak.

However, Fu Zhe turned his head and whispered to the middle-aged woman next to him, "Mother Zhang, this is my friend." ”

After speaking, Fu Zhe turned his head to look at the girl at the door again: "Sit." ”

As he spoke, he gestured to the stool resting beside the bed.

After Fu Zhe was sure, Zhang's mother hurriedly smiled and took the fruit in the girl's hand and put it on the bedside table next to her, picked a few from it, and took it into the bathroom to wash.

The girl nodded and smiled at Mama Zhang, and then sat silently on the stool pointed by Fu Zhe.

Zhang's mother washed a few apples and put them on the bedside table in a fruit bowl. At this time, Fu Zhe suddenly said: "Mother Zhang, I'm a little hungry and want to drink some rice porridge, please help me buy some back, by the way, I want the Hutchison in the west of the hospital, it tastes better." ”

Listening to Fu Zhe's words, Zhang's mother was slightly stunned, but quickly came back to her senses, glanced at Fu Zhe, and then looked at the girl who had just sat down, and nodded with a smile.

"Alas, I'm going to buy it, this young lady, then please help me take care of Mr. Wang, I'll be back soon." ”

As she spoke, Mama Zhang smiled at the girl and nodded, and went straight out of the ward.

When Zhang's mother came out, she also closed the door with her hand, but it was not closed, and there was still a gap about two fingers wide.

When leaving, Zhang's mother also glanced at Zhang Kun who was leaning against the wall opposite the ward strangely, but she didn't pay much attention to it, so she walked towards the elevator to find the Hutchison rice porridge that she didn't know if she was there.

In the ward, after Zhang's mother left, only Fu Zhe and the girl were left.

The girl silently looked at Fu Zhe on the hospital bed, turned her head to look at a fruit knife on the bedside table next to her, and said softly: "I'll help you peel an apple and eat it." ”

Fu Zhe seemed to be a little stunned, and when he heard the girl's words, he suddenly came back to his senses, so he hurriedly shook his head and said, "No, no, you just came, let's rest first." ”

The girl smiled: "It's okay, aren't you hungry?" ”

Fu Zhe opened his mouth: "I...... I can't finish all of them. ”

"Eat as much as you want, just let me eat the rest, I won't waste it. As she spoke, the girl didn't wait for Fu Zhe to reply, picked up the fruit knife on the bedside table, and then chose an apple and peeled it little by little.

The room fell silent once more, save for the rustle of fruit knives peeling.

"I didn't go to your concert day, and the tickets were already bought, but then something suddenly happened, and I really couldn't leave, sorry. But the new song you sang at the concert, I downloaded it on the Internet and listened to it, and it was very good. The girl who was looking down and peeling the apple suddenly said softly.

"Thank you!" Fu Zhe thanked in a low voice.

There was silence in the room for a moment.

After a while, Fu Zhe seemed to have the courage to look at the girl and said, "Actually, you don't need it. ”

The girl was slightly stunned, even the fruit knife with the apple in her hand paused, raised her head to look at Fu Zhe, as if thinking about something, for a while, there seemed to be a smile on her face and said softly: "Although we haven't been able to become lovers, but at least we are still friends, aren't we? I came today, just as a friend, to visit a hospitalized friend, that's all." ”

Listening to the girl's words, Fu Zhe fell silent again.

The girl smiled, then lowered her head and continued to peel the apple.

"I read the story of the blind man and the girl, and it was very touching. Can I ask you a question?"

Fu Zhe raised his head and looked at the girl.

"Do you reject me, or do you reject all the girls who love you because of her?"

Fu Zhe was silent, looked at the girl, and finally nodded slightly: "Hmm." ”

"Can you tell me her name?"

Fu Zhe looked at the girl, thought for a moment, and then spit out two words: "Zhuo Shi!"

"The style is outstanding, the poetry is picturesque, the name is so beautiful, the person must be more beautiful." ”

Fu Zhe smiled bitterly: "I don't know, I haven't seen what she looks like." ”

"However, in my heart, she is the most beautiful angel in the world. Fu Zhe was sure.

"Hmm!" the girl replied silently, continuing to peel the apple in her hand.

……

"By the way, who was that aunt just now, I don't think I've heard you talk about it before. ”

"It's the caregiver I hired for me. ”

"Oh. ”

……

"Fu Zhe. ”

"Huh?"

"Let that auntie go back, and let me take care of you for the rest of my life. ”

Fu Zhe was silent.

"You don't have to. ”

"Don't think about it, I'm just taking care of you as a friend. You have her in this life, we can't be lovers, so let me accompany you on the last journey as a friend. ”

Fu Zhe was silent and did not speak.

After peeling the last trace of the apple, the girl raised her head to look at Fu Zhe, with a smile on her face: "Let me send my love to the last journey." ”

……

"Hmm. ”