Outside the hospital, the wind is light and the day is warm, and inside the hospital, there is a mixture of joy and sorrow.

Zhang Mei's son fell ill again.

Congenital heart disease, plus asthma.

The son was lying on the hospital bed, his face as white as a piece of paper. The eye sockets are also deep-set, and a pair of eyes are cold and sad. He was frail, wrapped in white bedding, like a dilapidated boat, floating in the vast blue sea, small and helpless.

When he was young and ignorant, he often wondered, why did his parents give birth to himself with illness? torture himself and torture them? The world of adults really can't be understood. If you don't understand, then simply close the communication channel.

Zhang Mei's face was also pale, there was no anger on her face, but there was a little anxiety. His eyes seemed to have been crying for a long time, and they were red, swollen, and bloodshot.

The glamorous glamour of the former workplace is completely gone.

Her shirt was wrinkled a little, and she could barely see anyone. Pale and almost purple lips, the hair curtain in front of the forehead was wet and messy, and there was something indescribably embarrassing.

At this moment, her hand was still twitching slightly.

After a night of horror, she snatched her son back from the hands of black and white impermanence. She didn't know if it was right or wrong to do this, but as a mother, she was not qualified to think about it, she just did it instinctively, and no one could take away her son.

was born a sick seedling, which also led to his son having a depressed temperament, not liking contact with others, and always having a cold face. Because he was too thin, the hospital gown on his body also seemed too big, and he was empty on his son, like a ghost.

Even when he came out of the ICU, there was no trace of gratitude and the rest of his life in his eyes.

However, Zhang Mei and her husband softened their fears and gratitude together, like a play that can't be finished no matter how they act. Yes, they acted in this play for six years. Tired, powerless, but unable to refuse.

In the face of illness, people seem small and vulnerable.

In the face of illness, family affection is like a bird in captivity, knowing that it can't escape, but repeatedly hitting the wire.

Zhang Mei cautiously communicated with her son, and what she got was a few "um" and "good". In the end, he didn't answer anything at all, turned his face away, closed his eyes, and ignored Zhang Mei anymore.

Zhang Mei's figure looks thin and weak, but her back is always straight. As a mother, she has long been accustomed to her son's unruly behavior, but the pain of crying blood is still spreading in her chest, and her eyes are filled with damp mist.

I don't know how long it took, but my son let out an even breathing sound, very thin, as thin as the desire for life in his heart.

Zhang Mei exhaled softly, combed her hair with her bare hands, and coiled her hair up again, not messy at all. As soon as it was displaced, the moment I put my hand down, the corners of my eyes were moist again.

The husband sat outside the hospital room.

Although he was sitting, he looked like a ghost because he was very thin and ruthless. His eyes were bloodshot and depressed, and there seemed to be something indescribable in his gaze, so heavy and tired that he couldn't bear to even look at it more. The hair was also a little messy, as if he hadn't returned all night. But the clothes are still neat, suits and leather shoes, very decent.

He sighed and turned his head to look in the direction of the room door, with timidity in his eyes.

It was a cage, and the anxiety was so great that he almost wanted to escape.

But he can't escape, that's fate.

Luckily, the hospital doesn't smoke.

When life reaches a certain age, the rest is bitter, and tobacco and alcohol have become two items that middle-aged people can't live without.

Even after tossing all night, the dripping sound of the instrument from the ICU ward had already made him unconscious and numb. Too many times, he can't remember how many times his son has been in the ICU, just like someone else's child is going to school and his son is in the ICU.

No amount of money is filled into this bottomless pit.

He is a man, a man who stands up to the sky, and he is reluctant to endure hardships for his wife and children, but now he allows his wife to maintain such a relationship with others.

It was the equivalent of killing him.

He got up and went into the room. Seeing his wife's equally thin body and tired demeanor, his heart was like a knife, and he was helpless. With his head down, he came to his son's side, and when he saw that he was asleep, he gently pulled the futon with his hands and feet.

One of his son's left hands, which was densely pierced by an infusion needle, was exposed in front of his eyes, and the middle-aged man's mental defense line was close to collapse.

Why did your son suffer this kind of torture, why wasn't he someone else's child? What did you do to make your son suffer so much?

These self-questions, with anger and unwillingness, were like fists pounding into his chest, bringing bursts of colic.

He sat across from his wife, each with his head bowed.

Zhang Mei glanced up at her husband, but there was a trace of contempt and deep disgust in her eyes. I don't know what to say to the person in front of me, whether to celebrate or to cry with my head in my arms?

Maybe it's not the case with a different person.

Zhang Mei often has this kind of thought that makes her feel difficult to face, and the idea makes her heart thorn, and then she transfers these thorns to her husband again and again.

The relationship between the husband and wife has long been shattered because of these thorns.

After a long time, the husband opened his lips.

A low, magnetic voice sounded, just listening to the sound could stick to people's ears, but unfortunately the tone was too serious and cold.

"You go back and rest for a while, Xiaoguang is here, I'll keep watch. ”

Zhang Mei didn't raise her head and shook her head.

The husband glanced at Zhang Mei, frowned, and said in a light tone: "Don't worry." ”

Zhang Mei turned her face away and didn't look at him.

Silence is the greatest contempt.

The husband's eyes were red and he looked at Zhang Mei, and his eyes seemed to be gathering a large storm in an instant. In the end, he just sighed and fell silent.

The storm was finally restrained. Cold silence returned to the ward.

A nurse came in the middle and asked about the patient. My son is already a frequent visitor to the hospital, and the nurses come and go, and he is familiar with his son's physical condition.

"Asleep?"

"Hmm. ”

"Here, I'll give him a question, and you lift his arm up. ”

"Well, okay, for a while, you can take turns resting. ”

"Hmm. ”

"Thank you, nurse. ”

After a few brief exchanges, the nurse left again.

After the nurse left, her husband said coldly, "Then I'll go back." If he doesn't leave, the storm in his heart will no longer be able to restrain him.

Zhang Meiduan didn't expect her husband to say such a thing, her eyes flashed a trace of disappointment, looked at him, frowned in disgust, and nodded.

"Good. ”

The husband took the coat and turned around and left, very resolutely.

Looking at her husband's back, Zhang Mei felt unspeakable bitterness in her heart. Young couples have finally come to this point.

In the face of illness, love is a fart.

She needs money, and she is willing to give anything for the sake of her son.

This is the mother. Blind and crazy.

As soon as her husband left, she chased after her.

"I'll go back, you guard. ”

Before her husband could answer, she hurried out of the hospital.

They have survived to this day, and they will never fall.

As soon as she got out of the hospital, a bright black car came to her.

The window rolled down was a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man looked at Zhang Mei's embarrassed appearance, and the indescribable complex emotions in his eyes seemed to be a little warm and a little disgusted.

"Get in the car. ”

Zhang Mei met his gaze and said indifferently: "I can go back by myself." ”

The middle-aged man's deep dark eyes swelled with complex and indescribable emotions, and the expression on his face could not be seen, and he said indifferently and seriously: "Get in the car." ”

Zhang Mei couldn't resist and had to compromise.

The car slowly drove into a villa area on the outskirts.

Zhang Mei followed the man into the villa.

The middle-aged man threw her a clean towel, and although he was bitter, he still wrote lightly: "Wash." ”

Zhang Mei's eyes were red, and she looked at the middle-aged man with some unyieldingness, letting the towel slide to the ground.

Sadness came from it, and the middle-aged man sighed silently and said, "If you are in this state, we will not talk about cooperation." ”

He didn't expect to meet her at work one day. I met her who was already a wife and a mother. The long-haired fair lady became a life for life, for her seriously ill son.

The woman who was once arrogant is now being crushed by life step by step, almost crushed into the dust.

He felt distressed, and more hateful.

Zhang Mei's expression was indifferent, but her eyes were extremely sharp and staring at the man. Silent confrontation, no smell of gunsmoke, but no one is willing to take a step back.

The pale face and indifferent eyes made the man a little uncomfortable. The man grimaced, bent down to pick up the towel on the ground.

He hated and hurt in his heart, and he didn't know what to do, so he could only restrain his emotions and say in a tone that he thought was the most harmless to humans and animals: "I won't do anything." ”

Zhang Mei was stunned, and the exhaustion of her whole body instantly disintegrated.

What can he do? What does he want to be a woman and a mother like himself? She can't help but laugh in her heart, she should be grateful, shouldn't she? At this age, she can still rely on these things in exchange for help.

Pathetic, pathetic.

Undignified tears welled up in her eyes, her eyelashes were soaked, and she desperately restrained herself from letting a single tear slip.

The man looked at the tears in her eyes, and his heart was like thousands of ants crawling by, with a slight pain, and the gradually warming scorching heat passed over his chest. endured it, and said depressedly: "Since you can't die, why should you be depressed." ”

As soon as these sensitive words entered Zhang Mei's ears, the tears could no longer be contained. She crouched on the ground, reached out to cover her eyes, tears kept pouring out, and she cried quietly.

The man stood aside, at a loss. She hurts, and he hurts, even more than her.

The picture seems to be still, one is crying silently, the other is depressed and painful.

This may be the life of some people.

Helpless and desperate, desperate and unable to escape.