Rong Knee sent me a WeChat message, saying that his bag was in the glory room and asked me to take it to him.

"No, is there anything important, wait for Glory to come back and let him bring it to you, it's not good for me to go into his room. ”

", wait for Da Rongzi to wait until the Year of the Monkey. ”

"What's wrong with him? It's not a crime and confinement. ”

"Almost, now paralyzed in the hospital as a vegetative person. ”

Rong Knee accidentally said that he leaked his mouth, "Dry, Glory, you must know that I said that I missed my mouth, not my nine clans." ”

I called and realized that Glory had gone through so many things in just a few days. He said that Glory had just been transferred to a general ward, and there was basically no major problem.

This is the second time I've been so close to death. When my grandmother died for the first time, her body was already hard and cold. I don't have the power to do anything. This time, Glory came back from the dead several times, and realized it later. I still don't have the ability to do anything. Thankfully, Glory has come back from the ghost gate, and I still have the ability to do something.

When death was so close to me again, I had only one thought in my heart, to help Glory get his health back. I go to the hospital every day after work, I translate when he is asleep, and I spend time with him when he is awake. When he goes to the toilet, he will help him carry the drip bottle. When he is recovering, he will try to support him to move forward slowly. Because he was anxious, he would take two quick steps at the beginning of his rehabilitation, and finally because of his lack of physical strength, he would hold on to the wall with his right hand and support me with his left hand. At this point, he becomes irritable and feels that his wounds are healing too slowly. At first I let him lose his temper, and I thought it would be good for him to vent a little. And it's just starting to rehabilitate, and it's normal to be anxious. Later, I was afraid that it would affect the sequelae of his wound healing, so I said something to him. "Your body is your own, but you are relying on your health to serve the country. You don't want to risk your health, do you?"

He settled down immediately, and never lost his temper again. No matter how slow he walked, how anxious he was in his heart, he never said a word again. Glory later said that in fact, that rehabilitation, it was only when he saw my face that he quieted down. It's not because of my stern words that make my health ruined. I don't feel like my face has such a great deterrent power. Before I could refute, Glory continued to explain to me, he said that he saw a thin and small pregnant woman, who was obviously a vulnerable group, but still used his whole body to support a big man who was irritable and irritable. It was immediately suppressed. And my expression and posture at that time, Glory said that I am still deeply impressed, let him come up with an art sculpture from memory, not to mention vivid, it must also be quite charming. And the name of the sculpture he had in mind, the grumpy giant baby touched by the strength and strength of the pregnant woman. This was originally a very touching and sincere confession of thanks, but it turned out to be a joke by glory. If he had spoken well, I would have burst into tears. Looking back on the eventful years of the past, I tried my best patience and delicacy to help a giant socialist baby recover to health, and what a good story framework was ruined by glory.

When I go to the hospital on Saturdays and Sundays, I occasionally meet people who come to visit the glory together, and the number of the old, middle-aged and young generations increases from left to right. Usually I hear movement inside the door, and I leave. I don't want to infiltrate Glory's circle of friends, and I am afraid to meet his circle of friends in my heart. The elderly and middle-aged people may be his leaders and relatives, and I have no background in talking to their leaders. As for the relatives, it is more important to leave it to the glory, so that they can talk about the shortcomings of the parents. The young man is probably his friend, his girlfriend, I don't want to expand the circle of friends, so I avoid it, and I shouldn't exist if I have a girlfriend, I have the most eyesight, and I definitely shouldn't be a light bulb. It's nice to be quiet.

Glory discovered my thoughts, and also cooperated with me, and would inform me on WeChat when his leader, friends, family, and girlfriend would leave. I think this situation is a little strange and interesting, and I can't help but complain, "The two of us are innocent, and we always pinch a little like this to avoid the crowd, and I thought we were cheating." ”

"It's exciting to be told that. ”

I sent him a blackface meme.

"I know you don't want to entertain my leader, you don't want to occupy relatives and me, and you don't want to be a light bulb. I respect your thoughts, so I'll naturally pinch the notice. Sometimes, I feel like you're too good to me. I think too much for myself, and I think too little for myself. ”

I'm a person who holds grudges and remembers well. Whoever really hurts me, I'll fight back in equal measure. Those who are good to me, I will double up. If Glory and I were just two friends in high school, now we are friends who share weal and bene. I'm so grateful to Glory for helping me keep the baby in my belly, and if I had really done it that day, I would have nightmares for the rest of my life. It's been more than three months since I was going to hit it, and at about thirteen weeks the embryo will develop a brain, and it will begin to be a sensing life. When I kill it, it hurts, and I will live in the shadow of taking people's lives for the rest of my life, and no matter how much I atone for my sins, I can't live calmly. I am also especially grateful to Glory for changing me from a cramped and dilapidated residential building to a spacious and bright place, giving me a place where I can grow up with my immediate family in my belly. Don't worry about the dangers of security, water leaks, overflowing sewers, and carbon monoxide poisoning. It has been said that generosity is about leaving what you need for others who also need it. I don't think that's right, it shouldn't be called generosity, I think it's more appropriate to sacrifice and give. Glory is to give me what I need, maybe it doesn't matter to him, but the warmth of helping the poor is worth treating well. However, I felt like I wasn't doing anything. I'm just doing what I can to keep him as far away from death as possible, and just make him happy. Grandma's stiff and cold body, to this day, the touch of her fingertips has not lost her memory. I was scared that one of my careless people who had given me warmth would be gone.

"Yes, I'll get off work and see you. ”

"A pregnant woman is really afraid of what will come, and she will let his uncle knees. ”

"You are calm, killing people is a crime, Rong Knee is already kneeling, you have to spare people and spare people. And it wasn't hard for me to get pregnant. Taking care of you doesn't feel burdensome. ”

"I warn you, glory. Next time you're going to lie in the hospital and don't tell me, be careful I'll throw you in the crematorium at Auschwitz. ”

The Nazis don't deceive me, and they will take the initiative to inform me when they are hospitalized after the glory, but the problem of serious illness and pain has not changed.

I remember that Rong Knee said that Glory fainted due to excessive blood loss at that time, but because his hand dragged the thug to death, he did not get away with it in the end. This is the only good news of all the bad news, indicating that the blood of glory has not been shed in vain, and the sword has not been in vain. The sunlight poured down from the window, shining on the white gauze wrapped in a golden light, and I pointed to the golden light, "Are you afraid?"

"I'm not afraid, I was anesthetized during the operation, and I didn't feel any pain. ”

"Nonsense, it's no wonder that such a deep wound doesn't hurt. What I'm asking is, were you scared when he stabbed you?"

"Of course I'm afraid. I am afraid that he will hurt the masses, and I am afraid that he will hurt my comrades. ”

"What I'm asking you is, aren't you afraid that you will die like this?"

"Don't be afraid. ”

This sentence is not afraid, and it made me cry for a long time. Don't be afraid, just two words, from now on his life will be burdened with life and death, wandering on the edge of life and death, life or death, all depends on luck. I can't ask him to live well and be less brave, I can't ask him to think for himself and for his parents that he is still so young, because his fears are so categorical, unhesitating, and loud. All I can beg for is the peace and prosperity of the country, the people, and the world.