After the graduation ceremony, several classmates said that they were going to sing K outside, but Cui Qi didn't go, he was in a hurry to go home and cook.

"Are you going to be a housewife?" Lian Yu said a word and was patted back by Chen Mo, who was in the know.

"Are you free in the afternoon?" Du Bian intuitively felt that this was a difficult question to ask, so he skipped to ask Cui Xi if he was free in the afternoon.

"It depends," Cui Qi beckoned, packing his schoolbag and going home.

"Bye-bye! Call us when you have time and let's go play! ”

Cui Qi nodded.

The school is close to home, less than a fifteen-minute walk. He walked through the intersection with his bag on his back, walked through the shop pù street, walked through the cultural square, and walked through the community fitness area...... Vehicles are constantly coming and going, the hostess of the curtain shop is working in front of the sewing machine, the salesman of the mobile phone store is smiling and introducing a new model, a team of several elderly people in the cultural square is practicing boxing, and a few children in the community fitness area are playing pirate captain in front of the waist twister...... On the volunteer questionnaire before the high school entrance examination, he wrote that he wanted to work in history in the future. It's strange, I didn't think about it that way before, it was just

This is his house, and so is Datang, two petals and two parties, no matter which one he can't give up. He knew that Datang could not go back, time would only advance, and he couldn't tell whether he had come here across thousands of years or Zhuang Sheng had dreamed of Datang in the first place, and he could only be sure that he had a connection with Datang by holding on to a few pale history books. can't let it go, he just wandered and hesitated and waited year after year. A thousand years ago, he died at the age of 15, and a thousand years later, he knew he had a chance to live again.

In fact, there is nothing to be afraid of, there is no dark tide in this life, there is no sword light and sword shadow, it is no longer a cold and dilapidated palace, it is no longer a well-guarded confinement, he can live well. After figuring it out and putting it down, Cui Qi thought about what to do for lunch. In the morning, grandma said that she was going to buy chicken, the chicken should be simmered slowly, and when she got home, the chicken had probably gone into the pot, and there were still leftovers of the vegetables picked yesterday, and a few shiitake mushrooms could be burned to fry a bowl of green vegetables and shiitake mushrooms, and a tomato in the yard was picked and put some seaweed to beat an egg and a bowl of seaweed tomato egg soup...... However, when I got home, there was no one, and there were more than 40 missed calls on my mobile phone, all of which were Song Xiao and Ge Zhou.

"Hello?"

"Ah Xuan? Ahh You come to the hospital! You're coming right away! Your grandma fell and is now in the hospital! ”

Suddenly, his whole body was cold, as if a knife had been inserted into his heart, and it was a mess. Cui Qi didn't know how he got out, and it took a long time to get into the taxi before he remembered that he didn't know which hospital his grandmother was in.

"Central Hospital!" When he called again, he told himself not to worry, it would be fine, everything was going in a good direction. His hands were shaking, trembling slightly, and his heart slowly sank, and a slow thump hit his chest like a pile, nailing the thorn in his heart deeper and tighter.

"I'm still in the operating room." In a word, all the sounds disappeared, like the chains that connected this world were slowly breaking little by little, looking at the operating room with a bright red light, Cui Qi's face was expressionless.

Yu Chunyou suddenly collapsed while shopping for vegetables, and the people in the market called 120 more and immediately sent him to the hospital for first aid. Fortunately, Yu Chunyou brought the elderly machine, and the hospital made a few calls to contact Cui Xiao, but Cui Qi forgot his mobile phone at home and no one answered it, so the hospital turned to contact Song Xiao. After learning of the situation, Song Xiao, Ge Jianfei and Ge Zhou hurriedly came over, inquired about the condition, paid for the operation, and hurriedly contacted Cui Qi, and called dozens of times, and they have not been contacted until now.

It was quiet outside the operating room, and Cui Qi sat in a public chair, staring straight at the word "during surgery" as if to burn it out of a hole. He was very calm, his heart was cold to the extreme, it was the sound of the pillar collapsing, the blood flowed in the ice edge, the sound of fine coagulation seemed to be ringing in his ears, and his stomach began to burn again, sweeping through every inch of his body like a flood, and every part of his body seemed to be burning, and the pain was like a thousand cuts. A knife was cut all in the heart, and the hatred and anger that had been suppressed for a long time once again occupied the mind, why? Why! In the previous life, his father was forced to commit suicide and the whole family was exiled, why did he encounter such a thing in this life?!

"Ah Xuan, do you want to take a bite?" The operation lasted from morning to evening, the red light was always on, and Ge Zhou came back with porridge twice halfway, Cui Qi shook his head, and he didn't have the heart to eat.

At about 7 p.m., the red light changed to a green light and the doctor came out.

"The operation was successful, and the patient is out of danger, but whether he can wake up or not will have to be observed for a while."

"I'll go home," Yu Chunyou was sent to the intensive care unit, and Cui Qi looked at her grandmother who was covered with tubes through the glass, her eyes were calm, and she was so calm that it seemed to contain ink-colored ice. No one said anything about him, at this time his whole body was extremely tense like the calm before the storm, no one dared to say anything about him, he was like walking on a very thin tightrope, struggling to maintain a precarious balance, this balance was extremely dangerous, as if the whole person would burst open when touched.

Medical insurance card, passbook, ID card...... When he got home, he found what he needed. Hei Kui, who had been hungry for two meals, screamed "whining", as if he sensed that something was wrong with his master, wagged his tail and lowered his tail again, and sniffed and gently pulled Cui Qi's trouser leg.

Cui Qi poured dog food for it, then sat down and hugged Hei Kui tightly. The whole person was so cold that he was numb and numb, as if he had lost all his senses, he lay on Hei Kui's back and closed his eyes, like a drowning man clinging to the last driftwood. Being clamped too tightly, Hei Kui screamed uncomfortably twice, stuck out his tongue and licked his face.

There was a car horn outside the courtyard, and Cui Qi stood up again, packed up the things he needed and locked the door. Zhao Side was waiting in the car, and when he saw him come out and asked, Cui Qi only shook his head.

Do your best, look at the destiny of heaven, and say how helpless you are. Cui Qi sat in the hospital corridor looking at the pale light with a blank look, he didn't know what he could do, what he should do, he didn't understand why this was so, how it was so, endless emptiness poured from all around, cold to the bone, surrounded him and tore him apart, cold and pain seemed to have become a habit, a heart was crushed, hit hard, trampled on feet, broken into a petal, crushed into a foam, and all that was left was a piece of sore.

Auntie They have gone back, Song Xiaoyuan wanted to accompany him, Cui Qi shook his head and refused, relatives are just relatives, they can't blindly ask for it, he doesn't want to win sympathy by being famous, and now Auntie They don't need help if they stay in the hospital. After entering the intensive care unit, my grandmother's condition gradually stabilized, and there was still danger on the first night, but on the second and third days, the situation improved little by little, and even the doctor said that "I will wake up soon in a few days", he was full of expectations, but the reality was waiting for disappointment again and again.

The news has spread out, and in the past few days, people from all walks of life have been visiting, and Cui Qi has no intention of communicating, and has been sitting outside the intensive care room like a sculpture, motionless. Yutai Blue Yujing Lan Yurui Yuqi dragged the family from the north, and the Zheng family, the Hao family, and the old ladies and gentlemen in the community also came to visit, but the grandmother never woke up. Yu Chunyou was in a coma for 7 days, there were complications of craniotomy, on the 15th day, the complications became more and more serious, and on the 25th day, the doctor said that Yu Chunyou's condition was getting worse and worse... Cui Qi doesn't know how he survived, like a walking corpse, running back and forth to the hospital at home every day, without any thinking, his mind is empty, the only thing left is to "hold on", and then wait for the cruel reality to show the final miracle.

But there was no miracle, and on the 25th day of grandma's coma, Hei Kui left. When he returned home that day, he saw the cold corpse of a dog. Hei Kui lay on his favorite mat, tail hanging down, never moving again. As if he had lost all his senses, he picked up Hei Kui, found a place in the field and buried him, and then he went home and washed his hands, calmly as if he were eating and drinking. The room was empty, so empty that it seemed to have opened a hole in him, and when he reached into his hand, it was empty.

But no matter how bad the reality is, life has to go on. The huge amount of medical expenses tightened the pulse of life, and it was no longer the future he thought it was, and Cui Qi knew that he had to do something.

"Auntie, I'm going back to filming," he said, and it was the only way he could think of to do it. He stood outside the intensive care room, his hands against the glass, calm.

"Can I skip high school?" He asked.

Suddenly, Song Xiao burst into tears. In the end, she didn't agree to drop out of school, and she was not the only one, everyone persuaded him.

There is no way to help others, but it is not a problem to spend some money on medical expenses or to sponsor him to finish college, Zheng Yong patted his chest and assured that he is also his father-in-law, and if he can help with something, he will help. Cui Yan shook his head, he refused the money handed over by Zheng Yong.

"Don't drop out of school! We're still looking forward to being in the same class in high school! Du Bian and Chen Mo raised donations from their classmates to persuade him, but Qian Cuixi didn't ask for it, he still shook his head, and then said nothing.

"Your grandmother is looking forward to you finishing the college entrance examination and entering college, don't be so discouraged!" Ge Zhou hugged Zhao Xingqian on his lap: "Your nephew still looks at your uncle as an example!" Looking at the grandmother in the intensive care unit, Cui Qi was silent.

"Well, I'll read on." In the end, he said, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The chair outside the intensive care room had become his exclusive use, and since Hei Kui left, he had been here day and night, fingers crossed with his hands, waiting for a faint miracle. He still believes, and he can still believe, in fact, there are miracles in this world, as if he lived in Datang and came here again, as if he was in a car accident and survived under the protection of his parents...... He hoped that fate would give him a little mercy, and then waited for a miracle to happen. But no, on the 41st day, the doctor announced that the chance of Yu Chunyou waking up was almost zero......

"Mumu, don't cry." Meng Meng stuffed a piece of candy into his mouth: "Mu Mu eats sugar, it's sweet." "I don't know where I heard the news, her father brought her to the hospital.

"I didn't cry," the sugar was very sweet, so sweet that it tasted greasy, and Cui Qi smiled. He couldn't cry, no matter what, his eyes were still dry, and the pain was so bad that there were no tears.

"Mu Mu don't laugh, it's not good-looking!" Milk dumplings shook their heads, reaching out to pull his smile back.

"Hmm," Cui Qi grabbed her hand and pushed her away, and then her father took the hand of the milk dumpling.

"Goodbye! Next time I play with Grandma Heikui! Milk dumplings waved at him and were taken out of the hospital by her father.