Yu Qiao's voice on the phone was very cold: "Come down, I'll wait for you at the door of your dormitory." ”

Shen Zhiwei heard Yu Qiao speak like this for the first time, like when the teacher called her full name before the teacher criticized her when she was a child, she was a little flustered.

I said to Yi Ling, "I'll go out" and went downstairs.

Yu Qiao, who went and returned, was really waiting downstairs, holding a lit cigarette in his hand, but he didn't smoke it, and when he saw Shen Zhiwei, he extinguished the cigarette, nodded at her, and went straight to the car.

"I was just angry with you just now, don't be so serious, Yu Dashao?"

Shen Zhiwei sat down in the passenger seat, and he didn't have time to fasten his seat belt, but he just listened to Yu Qiao's fingers knocking on the steering wheel, and he had a bad premonition for no reason.

Yu Qiao leaned over to fasten her seat belt, because she was afraid, Zhiwei forgot to push him away, only to feel that he seemed to be looking for a suitable way to speak.

"The second uncle called you just now, is your mobile phone out of battery? I didn't find you, so I looked for me. Pixie,"

Yu Qiao paused, "You are mentally prepared, grandpa may not be able to survive tonight......"

Shen Zhiwei only felt that his palms were sweaty, trembling and propping himself on his knees, and soon the spasmodic feeling spread from the palm of his hand to his heart, and his chest was full of pain, even if he gritted his teeth and insisted, it only made that feeling pass from his heart to the tip of his teeth.

Yu Qiao suddenly pulled over and stopped the car, and stretched out his hand to hug Shen Zhiwei: "Cry slightly, hurry up, cry!"

Shen Zhiwei trembled and grabbed his collar with his hand, and squeezed out a voice from between his teeth: "I, cry, don't come out, come." "One word at a time, extremely difficult.

"So, you follow me, take a deep breath, come, don't be afraid, come with me, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale..."

In a drowsy state, Shen Zhiwei remembered that when he was 9 years old, his parents had a car accident, and when he received the news, he was trembling like this, and that day, 11-year-old Yu Qiao was also at the Shen family, just watching the adults relieve Shen Zhiwei who was emotionally excited and had respiratory poisoning.

Shen Zhiwei didn't know how he got out of the car and came to his grandfather's ward, his legs didn't seem to be his own, and he didn't know how to control it to move, but it moved by itself. The faces of the relatives who came up around were all familiar and seemed to be very unfamiliar, everyone was moving their mouths and saying something, word by word, they could be heard separately, but what did it mean when they were combined, Shen Zhiwei didn't understand.

Until a hand grabbed her arm.

"Weiwei, don't be afraid, grandpa is waiting for you. ”

It's Yu Qiao.

After that, the world was back on track, the voice could be understood, and the limbs were controlled. Shen Zhiwei slowly put his hand on the doorknob and pushed the door into his grandfather's ward.

There are two worlds inside and out.

Outside is the mourning of relatives, and inside there is only the emotionless ticking of the instrument. Grandpa shrunk into a small lump on the hospital bed in an emotionless voice, this once commanding old man, now only a faint light under his eyes declares his own glory, and this light is really fragile not much stronger than a candle in the wind.

Shen Zhiwei stretched out his hand to hold his grandfather's hand, which was the hand that he had grown up holding since he could remember, but when he grew up, as if absorbing the nutrients of these hands, they gradually dried up, not only them, but also his grandfather who brought him up.

"Micro... Weiwei, "As soon as my grandfather spoke, the oxygen mask turned white, in fact, his voice was already very low, and it was really difficult to break through the encirclement of those instruments and reach Shen Zhiwei's ears, so Zhiwei could only stick his ears on his grandfather's oxygen mask.

"Weiwei... Don't be sad... Want... Be strong... Want... Endure... No... I'm afraid..."

Although tears dripped down her cheeks, Shen Zhiwei didn't dare to sob, for fear of missing even a word of her grandfather's explanation, and for fear that she would not be able to complete her grandfather's instructions.