The two were separated at a certain intersection, An Chen walked to the left, and Lin Yi'an turned right.

Upstairs, An Chen rummaged through his pocket to find the key to open the door: "Mom, I'm back." ”

Wang Shuzhi was watching TV in the living room, she saw An Chen coming home, and welcomed with a smile: "Xiao Chen is back, there is dinner on the table, go eat a little." ”

An Chen responded while changing his shoes: "Okay." ”

He put his bag on the couch and went to the dining table to serve his meal.

After he filled a bowl for himself, he picked up an empty bowl and asked Wang Shuzhi: "Mom, have you eaten, do you want to serve you a bowl?" ”

Wang Shuzhi picked up the remote control and turned down the sound of the TV, and there was some tiredness in her voice: "You eat, I'm not hungry, don't give me food." ”

An Chen frowned, but still started to serve her a bowl of rice.

"It's time to eat." An Chen did it in the chair, regardless of whether Wang Shuzhi refused just now and not, "Take the medicine after eating." ”

Wang Shuzhi sighed: "I'm really not hungry. ”

An Chen didn't say anything, just brought the bowl to Wang Shuzhi, and then looked at her: "I know you don't have an appetite, let's just drink a little bit and don't drink more, otherwise your health will be even worse." ”

Wang Shuzhi looked at her son and smiled helplessly, took the bowl and took a sip of it: "You go to eat, I don't have to look at me." ”

He shook his head: "Don't worry, I'll eat it after you finish drinking." ”

Wang Shuzhi has cancer, although she has undergone surgery, but the cancer cells have spread, she doesn't know how long she can live, looking at her son who has grown up in front of her, she feels that her life is worth it.

She brought the bowl to her lips and swallowed it in small sips, enduring the discomfort.

An Chen's brows just relaxed, he reached out and took the bowl, and said in a gentle tone: "Where did you put the medicine, let's go to sleep after drinking it in a while, it's not too early." ”

"I'll brush the dishes before you go to sleep when you're done." Wang Shuzhi looked at her son who went to the sink to put the dishes, her eyes were full of love, but when she looked at it, her eyes suddenly turned red: "I don't know how many more times I can cook for you." ”

An Chen's movements paused, and there was no emotion in his tone: "What are you talking about, you are very good, go take medicine and sleep, I will brush the bowl." ”

Wang Shuzhi turned off the TV and wiped her eyes twice with the back of her hand: "The stinky boy has really grown up." ”

He didn't speak, just walked to the dining table and sat down, picked up the bowl and ate silently.

When Wang Shuzhi finished drinking the medicine and entered the bedroom, his movements stopped, and his eyes were red.

He couldn't eat it anymore, so he hastily cleaned up the bowl.

In winter, the snow drifts, and late at night, the boy is holding his knees and looking out the window.

It was dark outside, and you could only see the snowflakes falling.

He picked up his phone in a trance, wanting to call the man, but he was afraid of disturbing his sleep.

Finally, my finger clicked the dial key.

The other side quickly picked up, and his voice was gentle: "Hey, An Chen." ”

The young man has always been arrogant, not afraid of heaven and earth, as if nothing could stump him, but on this night, when he heard Lin Yi'an's voice, he cried.

He hugged himself tightly, and he bit his lip hard to keep himself from crying.

"Xiaojiu, what's wrong, why don't you speak." The other side seemed to hear An Chen's slight sobbing, and he was silent for a while, "It's okay, An Chen, I'm accompanying you." ”

"Hmm." An Chen's voice was like a child who had been robbed of sugar, trembling and aggrieved.

"Xiaojiu, it's no big deal, I'll be with you no matter what happens." Lin Yi'an's voice was low and gentle, "Let's cry for a while and go to sleep, okay, if we sleep, there will be nothing left, huh?" ”

That night that year, there were two teenagers, one crying on the phone, the other listening silently and accompanying.

Lin Yi didn't hang up the phone until An Chen cried and fell asleep.