The two stoves in the room were blazing, Zhang Jiatian felt the heat as soon as he entered the door, and after saying a word to Lei Yiming, he raised his hand to take off the leather hat on his head first, and took off the tweed coat on his body. Lei Yiming looked at him coldly, and saw that he had an armed belt around his waist, he was strong, his waist was thick, and he had the meaning of being middle-aged and tiger-backed.

Zhang Jiatian took off to such an extent, it was still hot, and he wanted to take off the big horse boots on his feet, but when he first arrived, he didn't say a word, and took off his shoes first, which was really unusual, so he sat down patiently, wanting to calm his heart and cool naturally. Across a small Eight Immortals table, he turned his head to look at Lei Yiming: "I have something to do with you." ”

Lei Yiming replied: "Say." ”

"You send someone to send Chunhao's brother back to Tianjin. ”

Xiaowen didn't want to go back. ”

"I know he doesn't want to go back, so I asked you to send someone to escort him back. What's the use of keeping that kid around?

The orderly brought in a pot of hot tea and poured a cup for each of them. Lei Yiming took a sip of hot tea - since he arrived in Quanxian, he has been suffering from stomach pain, and the pain is not too serious, but he always feels cold in his stomach, and it is difficult to digest anything he eats, so he can only keep drinking hot water, if it weren't for this, he would not be in a hurry to return to Chengde.

"What good can I ask for if I keep him hostage?" he replied softly, carefully breathing and breathing, lest any of his breaths be wrong and cause a cough:

"Someone? Chunhao has no feelings for me. I never spend a woman's money. ”

"Then you send her brother back!"

"I don't care. ”

Zhang Jiatian looked at him and blinked his eyes: "Why don't you care?"

"When I took Niu'er in Tianjin, did she care about me?" Speaking of this, he put down the teacup, his heart suddenly felt a little anxious, and his stomach felt like a needle prick, and there was a sharp pain that never stopped. Looking up at Zhang Jiatian, he was about to speak, but as soon as his chest itched, he immediately coughed again.

Zhang Jiatian thought he was choking on tea, but he didn't care about it at first, but after waiting for a while, he saw him coughing and lying on the table, with his face buried in the crook of his arm, so he couldn't help but reach out and pat him on the shoulder: "Hey, are you okay?"

Lei Yiming was still lying on his stomach with his head down, his shoulders shaking with the cough. Struggling to raise his hand and swing it, he shook his head again. And when he shook his head, Zhang Jiatian saw that his face was red and his ears were red, and his whole body was trembling with the frequency of coughing. There was not a single orderly in the room, so he had to get up and walk to Lei Yiming in person. Bending over and pulling Lei Yiming's shoulders, Zhang Jiatian wanted to help him up, but Lei Yiming suddenly coughed violently, one hand reached out of his trouser pocket and covered his mouth, he turned around and bent down deeply, his chest almost touching his knees. Zhang Jiatian didn't feel like he was choking, and he had no idea, so he had to stretch out his hand to protect him and prevent him from falling off the chair. And Lei Yiming coughed breathlessly for a while, and finally raised his head out of breath. Sensing that Zhang Jiatian was beside him, he raised his face and wanted to speak, but saw

Zhang Jiatian's eyes widened, staring straight at his hand.

He didn't understand, so he lowered his head and looked at it, and after reading it, he was also stunned.

On the white handkerchief in his hand, two balls of blood red were impressively printed.

Stunned for a moment at the bloodstains, he threw his handkerchief on the ground, feeling the smell of blood in his mouth. Leaning back, he tried to dodge, but was stopped by a chair. Zhang Jiatian bent down to pick up the handkerchief, looked at the blood stain carefully, and then looked back at him.

He saw that Lei Yiming's face had faded to blood in an instant, and his two eyes had turned into glass beads. The glass beads flickered, and tears covered them.

"Don't be afraid. Zhang Jiatian heard himself muttering: "It's okay, maybe it's just-"

Just what? He didn't know. He was a man who never got sick, and he couldn't make up any lies. He had long seen that Lei Yiming was so weak that something was wrong, but he never expected that he would be so sick that he coughed up blood. suddenly remembered that he had scolded him for being a "tuberculosis ghost" that night, and scolded him so much that he turned his face on the spot, and Zhang Jiatian felt uncomfortable in his heart. Leaning over to look into Lei Yiming's eyes, he saw that the tears in his eyes were gathering more and more, and finally slid down his cheeks. There were tears in his eyes, but there was no expression on his face, he faced Zhang Jiatian like a wood carving clay sculpture, his heart was also gray, and his blood was cold.

"It's fine. Zhang Jiatian wiped his tears with his fingers: "It's really fine." Maybe it's because you have a throat injury, or maybe you have a stomach problem, and I can see if your tongue is broken?"

Lei Yiming obediently opened his mouth, Zhang Jiatian bent down and tilted his head to look carefully, and when he saw the end, he wanted to say that Lei Yiming had a wound in his mouth

, but when the words came to his lips, he wanted to deceive him with such a clumsy lie, what was the point?

Lei Yiming closed his mouth, his two eyes kept staring at Zhang Jiatian's face, and at the same time, tears flowed out again.

"I can't die. He hoarsely swallowed and whispered, "I'm not yet forty years old, and I don't understand anything, how can I die?"

Zhang Jiatian picked him up: "Go, I'll send you to lie down for a while, you-don't be afraid." ”

Zhang Jiatian sent Lei Yiming to the small bed in the next room.

Untied his cloak and covered him, Zhang Jiatian didn't find a chair, so he simply squatted down in front of the bed. Lei Yiming turned his head to look at him, and felt that this situation was very familiar, as if a long time ago, they had also been lying and squatting like this, looking at each other and talking.

The chest was suffocated, and a black cloak could even suppress him, so he raised his hand and lifted the cloak, but Zhang Jiatian immediately reached out and pulled the cloak over him: "Aren't you afraid of the cold?"

He didn't move again, and Zhang Jiatian was silent for a moment, then suddenly raised his head and said, "I'll take you back to Beiping to see a doctor." ”

Lei Yiming shook his head: "I can't go." ”

"Want to die here?"

Lei Yiming opened his mouth, almost angry: "I want to stay here and do something." I go back empty-handed, and I will be angry with you. ”

Then he closed his eyes, and after a long while, he said again: "You go back to Beiping, find me a good doctor, look for it quietly, don't tell others." ”

"No, you come with me!"

Lei Yiming's voice became softer and softer: "I just went back to Beiping, and I didn't dare to go to the hospital." ”

"What's not to dare to go to the hospital?

”

Lei Yiming opened his eyes and looked at him: "I'm afraid it's really tuberculosis." ”

When Zhang Jiatian heard this, he became anxious: "It turned out that when you were in Beiping, you had to call a doctor when you sneezed, but now you are really sick, but you are so scared that you don't even dare to enter the hospital." What do you want? Do you want to live or don't want to live? If you want to live, you can go with me, I promise not to give you any more anger; if you don't want to live, you will go with me, I will dig a pit and bury you. ”

When Lei Yiming heard this, he laughed in extreme panic. Zhang Jiatian spoke like a cannon, and every word had the smell of gunpowder, but the feelings hidden under the smell of gunpowder were no longer hate, but love.

"Thank you. He stretched out his hand from under the cloak and fumbled to hold Zhang Jiatian's hand: "Jiatian, thank you." ”

"Thank me for what? Do you think I'm a good person again?"

"You've always been good, it's me who is bad. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Jiatian looked up at the ceiling for a while, then looked back at the window and sniffed at the same time. Finally pulled out of Lei Yiming's hand, he stood up, patted his pants and pulled his clothes with his head down, and said angrily: "I see that you are suffering from pneumonia, why are you still involved in tuberculosis." I'll go now, and I'll send a car to pick you up tomorrow morning. ”

Then without waiting for Lei Yiming to answer, he turned around and really left, and after walking out of the door, he retreated again. Turning sideways and looking in the direction of Lei Yiming, he didn't look at people, but said, "Wait for me, obedient." ”

After saying this, he really left.

Lei Yiming struggled to get up, watched him go away through the window, and when he walked out of the courtyard, he lay down again. Close your eyes

With a sigh, he grabbed his black cloak and flung it to the side, then curled up sideways.

He hated this black cloak, because he suddenly remembered that after Lei Yifei died, he was covered with a black cloak. Secretly reciting the words "not tuberculosis" countless times, he sat up slowly, only to feel extremely lonely.

Except for Niu'er, he has no relatives in this world. And if he dies now, when Niu'er grows up, she won't even remember what he looks like.

In addition to being lonely, he was anxious again, anxious to live, anxious to do a few more big things in his lifetime.