In the prosperous world, Chu Nange's illness could not cause any storms, because he was too small to the world to be a small existence.

In the intensive care unit, after two days of groggy sleep, Chu Nange finally returned to the general ward, far faster than the doctor initially estimated for a week.

The right hand and right foot gradually regained sensation, the thrombosis surgery was successful, and then after recovery, radiotherapy will be performed.

If there is no accident, it can be regarded as temporarily suppressing the condition, and there will be no danger to life.

In the corridor in the hospital, Chu Nange held the railing with his left hand, practicing walking step by step, and Ye Nan followed step by step.

"Nange, don't be too tired, it's time to rest. ”

"It's nothing, move around a little more, today is much better than yesterday. ”

After the operation, I don't know if it was brain surgery or anesthetics, Chu Nange was crutched more than before, the doctor said it was the sequelae, but it will get better slowly, and of course you have to move around often.

Because lying down for a long time, the muscles will atrophy and degenerate.

So whenever the doctor who tutored walking, or Ye Nan came over, Chu Nange would get out of bed and keep moving, to train the feeling of walking.

He still remembered the day after the doctor allowed him to get out of bed, as if he couldn't walk, he couldn't even stand steadily, and fell directly on Ye Nan.

If it weren't for Ye Nan's quick reaction, I'm afraid he would have to do another detailed examination, and his illness would not allow him to fall.

"Then take a little longer and rest, you can't hurry. ”

"Well, walk for five more minutes and rest. ”

Since Chu Nange came to his senses, Shi Da and He Shuhuan stayed for another week before leaving.

Shi Da wants to go home, and He Shuhuan still has to work, so in this strange city, only Ye Nan, who has started an online business, is left to accompany him.

As for the others, except for Chen Yutong, who knew a little bit and called to greet him, no one knew that Chu Nange had been admitted to the hospital, and even Su Muzhi thought that he had just gone on a trip.

Since many years ago, Chu Nange has traveled three or four times almost every year and disappeared in everyone's eyes, and Su Muzhi is not surprised by this.

The days of hard walking are like an unpleasant trip, a long journey, but in the end it is all right, learning to walk like a baby, then holding back on crutches, and walking back to walking slowly as before.

Chu Nange didn't resent anything, all of this seemed to be plain, only the emaciated figure proved that the disease had befallen him.

During this period of time, it was like going back to his twenties, except for He Shuhuan and the four of them, there was no one in Chu Nange's life.

After the text message that day, Fang Qing didn't look for him again, and Chu Nange didn't ask about anything related to her, even if it was a phone call, she could know everything.

He had forgotten about it.

Their love is dead, and it can be regarded as a good reunion and a good breakup.

As for the future,

He still can't see clearly,

Can't see through.

The hospital and his temporary home went back and forth, and Chu Nange finally reached the age of thirty-five, and this year was special for him.

What's special is that he's no longer in that cold home.

What's special is that there is no Fang Qing, but for the first time, Ye Nan, He Shuhuan, Shi Da, and Huang Lihua celebrated his birthday.

Not at home, but in a restaurant.

"Nange, I'm going to start radiotherapy in two days, are you ready to lose your hair? I'm really curious, why don't I go tomorrow?"

Under the soft light, a man on the high platform in the distance played a soft piano, as if telling a beautiful story.

In the restaurant with only four or five tables of guests, Chu Nange sat at the long table of six people and watched the man playing the piano indifferently, looking at his dexterous fingers like white jade, and then the words of ridicule came.

He Shuhuan held the wine glass and shook it slightly, with a smile on his face, he was really curious about what Chu Nange would look like after he was bald?

Over the years, from long hair, shoulder-length short hair, short ears and short hair, He Shuhuan has seen it all, and he has seen gold, red, purple, and gray, but he really hasn't seen the bald Chu Nange.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, Nan Ge does have a temporary dislocation after radiation therapy, but it will come back soon. ”

With a water cup filled with water, he tapped He Shuhuan's cup, Chu Nange smiled indifferently: "There's nothing to prepare, it's not bad to be a monk, but I'll cut it when you're gone." ”

"Can you be a monk with your fish-and-meat life? ”

Huang Lihua, whose stomach was already visibly raised, took the food to Chu Nange and said with a smile: "Then Master Chu has to pray for my son, otherwise I will beat you to death with a stick." ”

"Hehe, of course, of course, move Shuhuan's blessing to Xiaoshizi and let him lie on the street and beg. ”

"That's good, but don't want his playboy character, that one to himself. ”

"Hey, Xiaohua, I'm loved by everyone, and I can't help it. ”

Shi Da, who had not spoken on the side, couldn't help but say: "The car sees the car..." ”

“......。 ”

The second half of Shi Da's unspoken words, everyone present understood, and in He Shuhuan's white eyes, he couldn't help laughing softly.

On this day, Chu Nange was thirty-five years old.

Everything has a way of doing things, like a dream bubble, like dew and electricity, and should be viewed as such.

Everything in the world is impermanent.

The mind is also impermanent.

Like a dream bubble, like dew or electricity, people and things are in the process of life and death.

From childhood to adulthood, all kinds of experiences and changes in people's lives, and all kinds of things that were thought at the time, what is happening now?

Everything is unattainable, how is it different from a dream?

It's like a dream bubble!

The Sutra of the Six Patriarchs: Do not think about the future in your thoughts. If the former is recited and the present is recited later, the receptive thoughts are continuous, and each is bound. In the Dharma, the mind cannot be stopped, that is, there is no bondage.

When the mind dwells on the thoughts, there are troubles, and when the thoughts are continuous, they are not at ease.

Are you comfortable in life?

Liberation?

All in this mind,

Therefore, the bell needs to be tied to the bell.

Sitting quietly at home, there was no way to go, and Chu Nange gradually remembered the past.

Gently putting down the "Diamond Sutra" in his hand, Chu Nange poured himself a cup of tea, and in the empty room, he whispered: "The bell solver needs to tie the bell, what is the difference between solving or not understanding? ”