Perhaps, when Guo Yinling had this idea in her heart, for her, she lost, because under this extremely heavy pressure, she wavered and began to use the word tired as an excuse.

Maybe no matter how firm she is, she will not go with the flow, in such a turbulent environment, it will slowly solidify, and then bleak, she stood in front of the window and continued to look at the beautiful scenery of this city, thinking about whether this city changed her, or such a river and lake changed her, or maybe it was such a Guo family who changed her.

Perhaps, she is the only one who has changed.

Sometimes, she may not even be able to change herself.

The phone rang, illuminating the face that was immovable, but had a pair of breathtaking eyes, and she glanced at his text messages.

That's your life away from Beijing.

For a moment, her heart seemed to be crushed by something, but she still held on and didn't say anything.

She typed a long line of words, but after thinking about it, she silently pressed delete again, and then only typed three words and sent it over.

I'm sorry.

The other side was silent, there was no answer, what he was waiting for, all the glimmers of expectation waiting, maybe not these three words.

Sometimes, the right words are better than a sharp knife, or a thousand times sharper than a knife, a relationship that is so sensitive that even a word must be carefully pondered.

There was a long silence, and she thought that the man would not reply to her again, but just as she was about to give up all hope, the phone screen lit up again.

It's all my fault.

He is like the spring breeze, always so gentle, not lukewarm, that is, because of this, he is never worthy of being deeply remembered, let alone loved, without the glue-like heat, let alone the resolute coldness, she understands it, but there is a bias to be with those worlds.

She slowly put down the phone, and did not choose to continue, but took a deep breath, desperately thinking about this tenderness, but she couldn't leave a mark in her heart, she didn't want to admit that she didn't love that person, but in that breathless night when her heart was not so painful, she was extremely sure of her relationship with him, and there was a wall that may not be able to be crossed in this life.

So such a relationship is becoming more and more blurred, he is close to her because of love, and she is close to him because of friendship, so in the end, it is still so complicated and messy.

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Department of the Ninth People's Hospital.

"How bad is it?"

"It's bad. ”

"How bad?"

"Cancer. ”

Luo Cheng's expression gradually froze, and his face slowly turned pale, he may think that this is the most low-level and interesting expression that his old classmate has ever made, but if this is the case, it is estimated that his old classmate may really be able to win the Oscar.

Everything is so real, only he is so trance-like.

"Give me a good one. Luo Cheng said self-deprecatingly.

"Lung cancer is advanced. The man in the white coat with a beer belly bowed his head and said.

"How long will you live?"

"A year, or a month. The doctor raised his head and said with tears in his eyes, perhaps because of his profession, he knew what the word death meant, it was a pain that could not be numbed after thousands of times, and this time it happened to him, a high school classmate who was often in touch, which really made Xu Feng a little difficult to accept for a while.

Luo Cheng lay down slowly, he didn't dare to look at Xu Feng, for fear that he would also fall into that kind of despair, but all this happened to him.

The white ceiling, he looked at it wide-eyed, he came from this place, went from this place, left nothing, took nothing away, and finally didn't even have the heart to say that he would be a good man eighteen years later, did he despair of the world?

A hand was slowly put on his chest, it was the sound of a heart beating violently, so powerful, how could it make people think that it would stop abruptly? Luo Cheng just felt a little ironic, he never thought that he would have this kind of death, as if he had never thought that he would be so ridiculous in this life.

Xu Feng rubbed his eyes, he looked at Luo Cheng who was lying on the ward in a daze at the ceiling, his face was a little surprised, because a normal person would obviously go crazy after learning this bad news, and Luo Cheng's expression was too calm, calm to the point of weirdness, but with his many years of understanding of Luo Cheng, it seems that this reaction is also reasonable, how can this man who has almost no words and smiles in his life cry and scream.

Xu Feng has known each other for many years, graduated from high school in the same county, Luo Cheng, who was not good at studying, chose to drop out of school, and Xu Feng, who had a good family background, went to medical school, no one thought that the two would be able to meet again in this glorious city many years later.

As the saying goes, the fellow has tears in his eyes when he sees the fellow, not to mention that the two are still classmates, so Xu Feng feels that this is fate in his heart, so he often contacts this mysterious old classmate, and invites Luo Cheng to his house for dinner from time to time, but although he has been in contact for so long, he doesn't know anything about Luo Cheng's profession, only that this old classmate will often be admitted to the hospital because of injuries, every time he wants to ask something, Luo Cheng will directly interrupt, or escape, until a drink, Luo Cheng told Xu Feng that knowing his profession is not good for Xu Feng。

Xu Feng also generally understood something, so from then on, he didn't ask again, but who would have thought that this kind of thing would happen to Luo Cheng, although he knew that Luo Cheng's profession was special, but from the bottom of his heart, Xu Feng thought that Luo Cheng was a good person, and it was just right that in this world, good people are not rewarded.

He stretched out his hand, slowly put it on Luo Cheng's shoulder, and then comforted: "There will always be miracles. ”

"Miracles aren't promotional items in stores, and even if they were, they wouldn't happen to me. Luo Cheng replied in a lifeless voice, he got up slowly, although his body didn't give him any discomfort, but why did his heart feel like a thousand arrows drilled into it.

Xu Feng sighed and didn't continue, he knew very well that for Luo Cheng, a pessimist, how could there be a trace of positive energy in this situation.

Luo Cheng had already left the hospital bed at this time, he put on his coat, and then picked up the black backpack.

"What are you going to do?" Xu Feng said as he looked at Luo Cheng, who was behaving normally and was the most abnormal.

"Go home. Luo Cheng spit out these two words, and then he had already taken a step, but he stopped when he walked to the door of the ward, turned his head to look at Xu Feng and said, "Don't tell anyone about my illness." ”

Xu Feng nodded silently, wanting to make a joke to ease the atmosphere, but he couldn't say anything when the words reached his throat, and finally chose to be silent, just unilaterally looking at the back of Luo Cheng leaving, all this was too heavy.

Leaving the hospital, Luo Cheng glanced at the watch that had been with him for many years, it was exactly eight o'clock, the sky was completely dark, in this cold wind howling in the capital, he was like an abandoned person, but Luo Cheng seemed to have been used to this loneliness, he stopped a taxi, said an address, and then leaned on the window and closed his eyes.

The taxi drove to the downstairs of Luo Cheng's bachelor apartment, and at the moment he stopped, Luo Cheng also opened his eyes, he didn't fall asleep all the way, or how could he fall asleep, he took out his change and paid the fare, and then picked up his black backpack and got out of the car and left, everything was so normal.

For this taxi driver, he just picked up a little white-collar worker who had just gotten off work and was tired, and for Luo Cheng, he was just repeating what he did most often, but why, when Luo Cheng looked up at the night sky, he saw a kind of black that he had never imagined.

Entering the elevator like a transparent person, after pressing the ninth floor, Luo Cheng looked at the rolling numbers of the elevator and lost his mind, and waited until the hall door slowly opened before he came back to his senses, dragged his somewhat tired body out of the elevator, took out the key to open the security door, took off his hard leather shoes, and unbuttoned the suit that was uncomfortable to wear, everything was so smooth.

He sat on the sofa and looked around at his narrow nest, which was his only shelter in this impersonal city, but at this moment Luo Cheng had a crumbling feeling from the bottom of his heart, he came to this city to chase his dreams, but it seemed that in the dark, he was getting farther and farther away from his dreams.

Habitually felt the cigarette in his pocket, popped out a white general, just put it to his mouth, he remembered why he was melancholy, and didn't know whether he should light it for a while, he just pinched the cigarette case in his hand into a ball, but paradoxically lit the cigarette in his mouth, and then dragged his body like a walking corpse to his small balcony, in front of him was a piece of light, which can set off a person's loneliness.

After swallowing clouds and spitting fog for a while, Luo Cheng's mood did not change for the better, but was extremely bad, as if he had drunk wine with great stamina, and the more he got to the end, the more tormented he became.

Thinking that he was about to die, Luo Cheng felt that this was a deep irony, in the past few years, he has suffered more than anyone else in this city, but in comparison, just such a city, it seems that nothing has been given to him except pain, and now such an embarrassing death seems to be the most ridiculous ending for him.

In the end, he didn't have time to let this city remember him, so he left like this? Luo Cheng slowly clenched his fists, the resentment accumulated over the years slowly erupted at this moment, what else is there to be afraid of for a person who is about to die?

The next moment, the man who learned his fate, a smile welled up on his originally lifeless face, that mediocre face, slowly abstracted, and finally hideous, it was something that made people feel creepy.

The worst thing seems to have happened.

It was a wild dog with rabies germs in its mouth.