When Luo's mother arrived at the hospital, it was already more than two o'clock in the afternoon. Because I was in a hurry, I only moved a few bites of the food that was served on the table, and I didn't care about eating, but I was in a hurry to change into clean clothes, and rushed to the ward as soon as I arrived at the hospital.

So Luo Yuqing was a little caught off guard when she saw her mother. And what caught me off guard was the voice "Qingqing," which was the panicked and wrinkled face.

Man is sometimes a strange visual creature who tends to overlook a lot of things because he is around. And when you suddenly pay attention at a certain moment, you will feel that urgent distress.

In fact, such an expression is not unseen in others, but the face is young, obviously very nervous but calmly tense.

"Qingqing, where are you still uncomfortable? Xiao Che told me that you have an upset stomach, appendicitis, is it serious? Where is he? ”

Luo's mother asked a series of questions, and Luo Yuqing didn't know which one to answer, but when her mother sat down and held her hand, she also put her hand up.

"Mom, I'm fine, it's all his fuss, how can it be so serious."

"Don't let you say that, Xiao Che, you've always been a troublemaker since you were a child, you see when you got into trouble wasn't the pot he carried for you." Luo's mother glared at her daughter.

“……”

"How can you grow up, whether your daughter is your own or him!" Luo Yuqing tried to save her face by being coquettish.

"I'd rather Xiao Che be my own child, sensible and obedient, like you."

Well, in front of Jiang Che, it doesn't matter if she is coquettish, even her daughter can not be biological. In her sixteen years of life, Jiang Che was only a quarter of it, and when it came to her mother, it became all. "He's just complaining, where is the blame, stingy." Luo Yuqing muttered quietly.

"You haven't said where Xiao Che has gone."

"Let's go to the bathroom! It's been a long time since I've been out though. Luo Yuqing poked her head out of the window and looked out.

In fact, she didn't mean to slander him from her mother, she understood his goodness and put it in her heart. It's just that she just doesn't want to fall out of favor in front of her mother. I don't want to be like a child who hasn't grown up in front of him, and I'm always worrying.

In her sixteen years of life, apart from her family, he has been with her the longest. Sometimes he occasionally broke into her dreams, but his unwavering face was as silent as ever.

She had almost forgotten the last time he had laughed at herself.

"Is it caused by not eating breakfast? It's lazy, and you have to stay out of bed. ”

"No, if you don't eat breakfast, it's a stomach problem, and if you don't eat it, it's appendicitis. You listen to him. Luo Yuqing protested, how could he associate her bad habit of skipping breakfast with this, it was clear that he was just taking this opportunity not to let him wait for her longer, it must be so, Luo Yuqing cheered himself up.

"You, that is, Xiao Che can stand you."

……

When Jiang Che returned to the room, the nurse had already removed the needle on the back of Luo Yuqing's hand. He saw that she was reaching for a cotton swab, which was soon stained with blood, and then turned over to the other side and pressed it again. The nurse told her not to throw it away immediately, to wait a few minutes, and then leave the room.

When he was still very young, about eight or nine years old, Jiang Che's mother was not feeling well, and she was also on an intravenous drip like this, at first Jiang Che was very excited to count the bubbles coming out of the bottle, counting and counting his fingers and his mother's hands were not enough, so he lost interest.

In the end, the liquid in the bottle bubbled, he forgot to ask the doctor to pull out the needle, but instead stretched out a hand and pinched the plastic tube curiously, what kind of fear was in his heart, the transparent liquid was chased by the red blood and flowed upstream, from the back of his hand as if it was going to flow backwards through a small plastic tube back to the drip bottle hanging above his head.

It is a very normal phenomenon in the adult world, but a thick haze is shrouded in the heart of an eight- or nine-year-old child.

Luo Yuqing saw Jiang Che come in and beckoned to him, "You're back," whispered, looking gentle and well-behaved.

Jiang Che was not surprised, nodded, and turned his head to greet Luo's mother, "Auntie, you are here." Then he walked to the bedside cabinet and said softly, "Drink some porridge to fill your stomach first, I have asked the doctor, just fast before the operation." ”

"Xiao Che is back, I talked about you just now, and this time I caused you trouble again."

"Mom, what are you polite to him, he doesn't need it."

"Xiao Che is not you, and he is not my son, if you don't thank you, will you wait for you." Luo Yuqing suddenly raised her head to look at her mother, obviously looking at her with a bad face, and when she turned her head to talk to Jiang Che, her face was full of smiles again. The implication is that it has a relationship, and it is my son who can be polite.

The boy in the backlit silhouette has a gentle and kind smile. In the eyes of many people, he must be the best candidate! Luo Yuqing thought to herself, this is indeed the case. At such an age, only teachers are still emphasizing that students are not allowed to fall in love, which affects learning, while parents are more willing to believe who is good and who is good to you. Many times Luo Yuqing imagines the scene when he first met him, if he was like this at that time, would the result be different?

It's just that they are like fish struggling to move forward in the long river of time, they will meet and lose.

Just like Jiang Wenzhi to her and him.

At many intersections, there are always people who will leave first, and then on the road in all directions, they will meet their companions, and the cycle will start again. The world is so big, how many times do you have to go through parting in a few decades of life before you can understand that life is actually going from loneliness to loneliness.

It's like telling you on the podium at school, with sometimes impassioned and sometimes low hoarse emotions, if you can live to be 100 years old, you only have more than 36,500 days, and you have used up nearly one-fifth of them, and except for the time to sleep at night, you really don't have much.

What's more, many people don't live to be 100 years old.

What a frightening number.

When Jiang Che walked out of the ward, Luo Yuqing let go of the cotton swab held in his hand, and the tiny pinhole on the back of his hand was no longer bleeding. No one could tell her if it was time to heal the wound or some unknown speck of dust that ran in when she wasn't looking. But if it's time, how do you calculate how long it took?

I heard my mother's exclamations and the dull sound of the cabinet dragging on the floor. Bowing his head, two very simple white rice porridges are bubbling up in the winter, and a very simple inheritance relationship comes to mind, just out of the pot and the pace is hurrying. The sentence in his throat, "There is a portion of his, he hasn't eaten it yet...... choked in his throat when he saw his mother swallow in spite of the scalding.

The smiling face that makes you feel flattering and awkward, the thinning figure, and the steaming porridge in front of you. Clearly emerge in front of you.

He didn't eat. Mom didn't eat, what do you eat, it's you who bothers others, it's you who says you don't have to be polite to him, you are not him, and why enjoy his beauty with peace of mind.

Blurred vision, not because of the fog in front of him, but because of the wetness. With a wrinkled lake, can't it also have the ability to make you look at it?

"Mom, slow down, and."