"Your mother, she accidentally fell downstairs because she was walking on a wet day, and she had a large area of intracranial hemorrhage, plus she was a little older, the situation is really hard to say......

Perhaps because of being drenched in the rain, Xu Zhengchen's hot head gradually cooled down.

"Surgery fees, if I want surgery fees, I can earn them!"

"It's hard to say if it's not financial, I mean you have to be mentally prepared." Zhang Yufeng pressed his shoulders and said.

It turned out that his mother, who was about to be discharged from the hospital, how could he leave suddenly, he shook his head deceptively, and did not rush to deny this idea.

Yes, the operation is not over, no matter how bad the doctor is, he will issue a critical illness notice......

"No, no......" Xu Zhengchen withdrew his hands on his shoulders, "I'm going to see my mother!" ”

"Calm down! She's still in the operating room! ”

Before Xu Zhengchen could take half a step, Zhang Yufeng took a shot and dragged him back, and the sudden roar dissolved into every crack in the hospital hall, and the people around him who temporarily stopped all cast very unnatural glances at him.

"Uncle, what are you saying I've done so much......" Xu Zhengchen sat on the floor of the hospital, his demonic expression seemed to be smiling.

"Let's go find a towel to wipe your head first, young man......" Zhang Yufeng pulled him up, watching the tears mixed with the rain on his face keep dripping.

Zhang Yufeng empathized with his situation, and it was better to shut up his own voice than to say more beautiful words to comfort him.

Xu Zhengchen, who received the critical illness notice, could not recover in time, and the hospital issued a death certificate to his mother.

……

Xu Zhengchen didn't want to recall what happened before, but he only knew that Zhang Yufeng called the funeral home, and the other party sent a special car to transport his mother's body to the freezer.

For him, the longest part of his life was the journey to the funeral home with his mother's body. As for how he came to the museum in a daze, even he didn't know the answer to this question.

The funeral matters were also handled by Zhang Yufeng alone.

The heat of the summer is still sinking near the surface of the earth, the stuffiness of the funeral home pulls the sweat glands under the shirt, and the courtyard is crowded with guests coming in and out, except for Xu Zhengchen's father.

When the relatives and friends Xu Zhengchen's mother knew before her death arrived, the surroundings of the museum were already crowded with expressionless people, and their voices were deliberately lowered a lot.

The layout of the mourning hall is solemn, there are flower cards on the wall behind them, and there is a spiritual table in front of the flower cards. Flowers and chrysanthemums are usually placed on the spiritual table, with fruits and vegetables, and a pair of incense candles are placed on both sides of the spiritual table in the middle. There are yellow flowers in the center and around the back, and a black-rimmed mirror frame.

On the walls on both sides of the mourning hall are hung with couplets sent by guests, long tables are placed on the left and right sides of the outside, and flower baskets and wreaths are placed on both sides of the entrance.

Zhang Yufeng, who had a haggard face, had been busy entertaining the people who came to attend the funeral, and his body seemed to be about to be exhausted.

In the unobtrusive corner sat Xu Zhengchen, wearing a dark shirt, with a messy neck-length hair, a beard on his lips that had not been shaved for a long time, and his lonely figure almost overlapped with his father.

It's just that the darkness in the corner is tormenting and tormenting.

"Is this kid alright?" The guests exchanged words and ears into the corner where he was.

The lifeless Xu Zhengchen hung his head as if he was paralyzed, silently isolated from the outside world, completely ignoring the guests who comforted him. He was full of thoughts about disappearing from his mother's presence as soon as possible, or he would be overtaken by tears after a while.

On the other side, Lin Jiahan turned over the crowd and was slowly approaching Xu Zhengchen's location.

"Xu ......" Lin Jiahan wanted to speak, but noticed Jiang Yizhe standing in front of him, and saw him stretch out his hand to block his way.

Subsequently, Jiang Yizhe took the initiative to call her to other corners of the funeral home, for fear that she would disturb Xu Zhengchen.

"I'm sorry ......"

"Why do you say this all of a sudden?"

"I always feel like I've caused you a lot of trouble and said too many bad things that shouldn't be said."

"It's not your fault for this matter, there's nothing to blame yourself for." Jiang Yizhe leaned lazily against the wall.

"He Xiao, is she okay?" Lin Jiahan asked tentatively.

"I'm in a bad mental state, I haven't seen her for a while, and even if I go to her house, I won't let her in."

"But I obviously didn't scold hard at the time, how could it be so serious......"

"You shouldn't know that He Xiao has PTSD, right?"

“PTSD？ What's that? ”

Although Lin Jiahan herself didn't know that He Xiao had suffered from school violence, and her ugly words might just be a momentary anger, Jiang Yizhe didn't think her ignorance was a good thing.

"PTSD, have you ever heard of this?"

"Are you saying that He Xiao's reaction will be very extreme because I scolded her?" Lin Jiahan replied with a little thought, "Or is it language or something?" ”

Jiang Yizhe nodded and continued: "The main thing is that she has been subjected to school violence before, and she has almost recovered in the past few years......"

"But this one should ...... Not serious, right? Lin Jiahan dealt with it reasonably.

"It's serious, I heard her mother say that He Xiao has been locked in the room and refuses to go out." Jiang Yizhe's demeanor was gentle and steady, as if he was catering to a deep voice, "Computers and mobile phones and other things, as long as they can chat and surf the Internet, they will all be smashed by her." ”

If she continues to indulge, He Xiao's mental illness will only lead to a loss of control at the mental level, which will eventually become a serious obstacle to her social interaction. Jiang Yizhe will never sit idly by and watch this.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know ...... her at the time" related memories forcibly poured into Lin Jiahan's mind.

At the beginning, Lin Jiahan chose to help because Su Yuxi begged for her sake, if she could do it all over again, she would not interfere with their conflict even if she was killed, and naturally there would be no cursing.

"It's useless to talk about this now, let's wait until another day to go to her house to see her." Jiang Yizhe turned his head to look at Xu Zhengchen, "After all, it is difficult for people who have had psychological shadows to come out again, and I know this very well." ”

Soon, the day of Xu Zhengchen's mother's funeral passed in a flash.

Walking through the door of the apartment he hadn't been back to for a long time, he scanned every item in the apartment.

The half carton of milk in the refrigerator, the green spider plant swaying in the breeze on the living room window, the quilt quietly folded on the bed in the room, and the stinky beer after drinking half a bottle of beer on the dining table, these touching items at home couldn't help but cry bitterly.

During this time, he could dream of his mother every day, and even woke up from his dream every night, and the whole person cried to tears.

Remembering that he could no longer hear his mother's nagging and never see his mother's smile again, he sank into endless grief and endured the pain of not being able to share a single weight.

Xu Zhengchen felt that he had returned to the previous appearance of no expectations, and the depressed side of indifference was being infinitely magnified.

Whether he should continue to work or do something else in the rest of his life, he has long been unable to figure it out.

No one came to tell him the answer.

The roller coaster, which has climbed to the highest point, has begun to fall rapidly and weightlessly.