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Twelve o'clock in the afternoon.

The sun scorched the earth.

In the low-slung bungalows near the cancer hospital, countless patients are resting.

This is an area with a high concentration of cancer patients, and most of the patients who live here have cancer or have been diagnosed with cancer in other places.

The number of the hospital is not easy to hang, and the scalpers are very rampant, so this low-rise civilian house has become the preferred prime location in the minds of all patients and their families.

Looking up at the sky, Wen Xia took a deep breath, the temperature here is hotter and drier than Inner Mongolia, especially at noon like now, which makes people feel that the air is frozen and does not move.

She didn't like the weather, and when the morning sun came last year, she felt that she would never be able to live in BJ's hot environment for more than a second in her life, but now, she had to hustle and bustle in this "ghetto".

Closing her eyes and feeling the heat above her head, Wen Xia suddenly felt a little empty, and the question that she had forcibly pressed to the bottom of her mind popped up again: what would she do if Grandpa was gone?

There seemed to be a hallucination in front of her, the pillars of the home that were not complete in the first place were collapsing bit by bit at the moment, and she was powerless.

His nose was sour, and the corners of his eyes were starting to moisten again.

In the past few days, Wen Xia has forgotten how he lived, and every day he reminds himself that instead of making his grandfather suffer in the ward, it is better to take him on a trip while he still has the strength to see the world more.

Unfortunately, her greed has caused her to be lost in all kinds of miracles again and again.

It can get better!

It's going to get better!

She used to say this silently when she was very young, but the object at that time was not her grandfather, but her father.

Although the memory is far away, she will always remember that when her grandmother told her that if she sincerely pleaded, miracles would happen.

So, her daily task was to pray for the power of all things, for everything that could be relied on, and when she grew up, she realized that such prayers were nothing more than extravagant hopes derived from people in the most desperate times.

The same is true now.

Reason clearly told her that it was useless, and the cancer was not cured, but emotion was denying it, it would definitely be, there would be a way.

But what can be done?

She can't defeat the disease, and she can't keep time, the only thing she can do now is to be a bystander, helpless for her grandfather's departure.

"It's easy to get heat stroke when you're so sunbathed. ”

The man's deep voice sounded in his ears, Wen Xia Mu looked back, and not far away, a young man with the most fashionable head shape of the moment, wearing a T-shirt and shorts, stood there, facing the sun, his facial features were not very clear.

That's enough, though.

Sighing, Wen Xia asked, "Why are you here?"

"Come and see you. ”

"I have something to look at. ”

"Look ugly. ”

"Get out. ”

After a sentence, Wen Xia was in a much better mood.

Chenyang also smiled, "Have you eaten at noon?"

"No, what about you?"

"I haven't eaten yet, why don't you go out and eat?"

Wen Xia looked back at the low bungalow and refused, "Forget it, I'm not hungry." ”

"How can you not be hungry when you serve the sick? How can you take good care of your grandfather if you don't eat?" lit a cigarette and took a puff of Chenyang, "Besides, even if you are not hungry, I have come all the way to invite me to dinner, I am hungry." ”

"Then I'll go talk to my grandfather first. ”

Wen Xia turned and went back.

Chenyang also followed, and without taking two steps, Xiao Nizi turned around, "You want to come in too?"

"Look at Grandpa. ”

After speaking, Chenyang took the lead in collapsing.

……

house.

Two middle-aged women are busy cleaning up the dishes and chopsticks.

On the bed, Wen Xia's grandfather had half a watermelon in front of him, half of which had been hollowed out.

The older woman said in dialect to Grandpa Wen Xia on the bed while cleaning up, "Dad, are you ready to eat?"

"Eaten. ”

Another woman said, "What fruit do you eat?"

Grandpa Wen Xia waved his hand, "Don't eat it, there are so many at home, I can't eat it, have you drunk the red bean gruel at night?"

Older woman: "Drink, I got up early and drank with Fangfang." ”

"Xia Mao?"

"It's out there. ”

"I didn't eat a doll today. ”

A few people were chatting, and Wen Xia walked in with Chenyang.

The older woman looked back, then warily at Chenyang, who was walking behind Wen Xia.

Without waiting for the older woman to speak, Wen Xia introduced, "This is my classmate Chenyang, this is my aunt, this is my aunt, my grandfather, you have seen it." ”

Unlike the first meeting, Grandpa Wen Xia on the bed was not in a very good state of mind at this time, and the whole person was skinny, really skinny, but even so, after he saw Chenyang, he still showed a simple smile, sat on the bed and greeted the older woman, "Lili, you go and cut that watermelon." ”

"No need grandpa, I'll stay for a while and leave. As he spoke, Chenyang sat down beside Grandpa Wen Xia, "How do you feel?"

Grandpa Wen Xia: "It's okay." ”

"It's okay, it's going to be fine. ”

If it were a novel, Chenyang might have 11,000 ways to express it now, but now, he was a little clumsy because of his nervousness, especially when he broke in without a head and no brains, and he didn't have anything in his hand, this nervousness was even more intense.

After staying for five or six minutes, Chenyang left two thousand yuan for the old man, and then took Wen Xia to eat outside, this Nizi has not seen it for a few days, and if she doesn't eat and has been in this high-pressure environment for a long time, he is really worried that this Nizi will be crushed.

Dine.

Chat.

Massage.

Throughout noon, the morning sun consumes time with warm summer.

Although he also knew that doing so could only temporarily pull Wen Xia back from his depression, now, he seemed to have nothing to do but do so.

In the afternoon, Wen Xia wanted to go back to take care of the elderly, and Chenyang had to go back to the hotel to continue coding, but in the current situation, his mind was not on the novel at all, and he hurriedly coded 2,000 words, and he went to the hospital again.

One day.

Two days.

Three days.

It wasn't until the fifth day that Chenyang received a text message from Wen Xia.

"Chenyang, I decided, I want to take my grandfather on a trip, if cancer has to die, I don't want my grandfather to die in this kind of place, he should go to see the outside world, by the way, you send me a poem, I don't want to be so sad Huaiqiu, although the doctor told me that grandpa only has less than a month, but I think, it should take longer, we ...... There may not be a way to say goodbye!"

"What do you mean, you're not coming back?"

"I don't know. ”

Wen Xia's reply to text messages is very fast, almost in seconds.

"Where?"

"On the train. ”

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know. ”

"Why don't you say hello?"

"I don't know. ”

"Huh. ”

"I'm sorry. ”