Fu Haifeng's ward was filled with a skinny, sallow-faced young man who had been diagnosed with hepatitis B. The young man was depressed and lay motionless in bed, his parents trying to comfort him, but he closed his eyes and turned a deaf ear. At night, Fu Haifeng was awakened by shouting, the young man beat his body, crying and shouting: "Why don't you let me die, let me get this disease, let me live, I can't die." The young man swept the items on the counter to the ground like crazy, threw the pillow and quilt to the ground, and slammed against the wall in agony, as if to end the young man's life. The doctors and nurses grabbed him and pressed him to the bed, and the young man cried out, "Let me die, I don't want to live anymore, let me go." Fu Haifeng looked at the young man's painful expression, and his heart was also very sad, he knew that in the face of illness, all reserves were pale.

Jingya walked into the ward alone, carrying a lunch box, Fu Haifeng asked, "Why hasn't Wang Qi come these days?" Jingya said, "He went to the show." Fu Haifeng said: "If there is no money, we will not treat it, and it will be useless anyway." ”

"How can you say that, doctor, Wang Qi and I are working hard for your illness, how can you give up?" Jingya said.

"I'm dragging you down." Fu Haifeng looked at Jingya's sad eyes and said.

"We scarecrows are a whole, and no one can do without anyone."

Jingya returned to the living room, and Wang Qi did not come back after performing outside for several days. Jing Ya looked at the picture of the scarecrow performance on the wall, and suddenly felt very tired in her heart. In her heart, she has always liked Wang Qi, and regards Fu Haifeng as a brother, but this brother has become her lover. Jingya wanted to tell Fu Haifeng when the time was right, but Fu Haifeng was sick, and it was a terrible illness, how could she say it at this time? She made a call to Wang Qi and said, "Wang Qi, are you coming back tonight?" ”

"No, I'm going to play all night in the bar tonight." Wang Qi said.

"You also have to pay attention to your body, it's important to earn money, and your body is also important." Jingya said with concern.

"Okay, how is Haifeng's body?"

"It's not very good, and the tumor has a tendency to expand further."

"Oh, then you take care of him and don't let him know."

"Well, I will."

Wang Qi hung up the phone, Jingya walked to the windowsill, looking at the bamboo they had just moved, she once said that this pot of bamboo symbolizes the scarecrow band, although there is little water, it still grows lush and green. She once said that the bamboo in the middle was Fu Haifeng, and she was herself and Wang Qi on both sides, and she suddenly felt that the bamboo on both sides could not be approached, just because there was a bamboo in the middle to block it. Jingya felt that she was very selfish, Fu Haifeng was like this, did she still want to hit him? The teacher called and asked Wang Qi to go to class, otherwise he would be punished, Jingya put down the phone, and was very annoyed.

The sky outside the window was overcast, and a few thunderbolts flashed from time to time, but the rain still did not fall. As soon as Fu Haifeng fell asleep, the young man in the other hospital bed was shouting again: "God, do you have long eyes, you have the ability, let me die, why toss me half dead, come, use electricity to split me, I'm really tired, so bitter." He went to the window, and his mother hugged the young man and said, "Don't do this, son, my mother is really sad." ”

"Mom, I don't want to live anymore." Young people are miserable.

"It's my mother who can't stand you, let you suffer from such a disease, God what kind of sin did I create in my previous life, I want to punish my child, you punish me, let me bear all this." The mother also shed tears.

"Mom, my stomach hurts."

"Son, you lie down, get some sleep and you'll be fine." The mother wiped away her tears and walked out of the room with the doctor.

Fu Haifeng's eyes were also wet, he thought of his parents who were thousands of miles away, knowing that their son was suffering from a terrible disease, what would they do? He wanted to be kind to his parents, and they hated to bear all this suffering by themselves, but could he really bear to let them carry it? Isn't it selfish that they have worked hard to raise themselves for more than 20 years, and they have not repaid it, but they have passed on their suffering? Fu Haifeng thought that he was sick alone, and it was not only himself who was injured, but also his parents. He has already involved Wang Qi and Jingya, making them sad and sad with him, and he doesn't want to implicate anyone anymore, including his parents. If there is a miracle in his illness, he will thank God and give him another life; If not, he has no complaints.

In the evening, the young man cried out again in his thoughts, and he hit the wall, and his mother and nurse could not hold him. Fu Haifeng tore them apart and said to the young man, "Let him die, do you think you are pitiful?" There are more poor people in the world than you, they may have fewer arms and legs, or they may be terminally ill and have no money for treatment, and you are much happier than them. At least your illness can be cured, and those who have no hope of being cured will die? The young man was stunned, stopped the charge, and curled up in the corner. Fu Haifeng approached him, stroked his head, and the two hugged each other, overflowing with tears.

After Wang Qi finished performing in a song hall, he walked out of the song hall with a performance fee of 100 yuan. He walked to the stone arch bridge, looked at the flowing water of the moat, and recalled that he and Fu Haifeng often came to the stone arch bridge, watched the flowing water of the moat, and rehearsed together. Once, he climbed the railing and accidentally fell into the moat, and the water quickly flooded his body, pouring into his mouth, and he slapped the river water, feeling like he was about to suffocate. Fu Haifeng jumped into the moat and swam to his side, he grabbed himself, but the rushing river sent them into the deep pool. Fu Haifeng carried himself to the opposite bank, but was soon washed down by the river, and the two fell into a deep pool, and the current hit their bodies. They plunged into deep pools, rolling up and down the river, death threatening them.

Their bodies were swallowed up by the river little by little, and the people on the bridge thought that they would not survive, but Fu Haifeng grabbed the branch, and he climbed up the branch. Finally the two emerged from the water, and they hung on the branches, but they were still not free from the threat of death, and the branches seemed to be unable to bear their weight and were about to break. Wang Qi said: "Haifeng, let me go, otherwise both of us will die." ”

"No, Wang Qi, we won't die, when I have a rest and strength, we can swim through this deep pool." Fu Haifeng said.

"We don't have the strength anymore, Haifeng, your swimming skills are better than mine, you can swim through the deep pool."

"Wang Qi, believe in yourself, come, grab my hand, let's swim to the other side." Fu Haifeng rested enough, and said firmly.

Fu Haifeng looked at him with encouraging eyes, and they swam against the river and towards the opposite bank. The raging river washed them into the deep pool again, but they didn't give up. Fu Haifeng's hand finally touched the riverbank, he climbed onto the shore, and with all his strength, pulled Wang Qi out of the water. The two brothers were saved, and they wept with joy.

At this moment, Wang Qi's heart was very heavy, Fu Haifeng saved his life several times, but this time he was hit by illness, how could he watch his person who was not a brother but was better than a brother leave. Wang Qi overlooked the flowing river, he thought that his life was saved by Fu Haifeng, and he should also rescue Fu Haifeng, even if it was at the cost of his own life. Wang Qi made a sign that read: In order to save a seriously ill patient, please sacrifice your benevolent heart. He put the sign on the side of the road, put the piano bag on the ground, and played the violin, and the sound of the weeping strings attracted passers-by, who took out the change in their pockets and threw it in the piano bag.

Fu Haifeng had just finished the infusion and was resting on the bed, when he suddenly heard crying from Xiaopeng's ward, he had a spasm in his heart, and walked to Xiaopeng's ward in a panic. Sure enough, what was expected happened, Xiaopeng was covered with white sheets, and God took his angel. Fu Haifeng slowly uncovered the sheets, Xiaopeng's face was not painful, some were smiling, he was finally relieved, Fu Haifeng covered his face and whimpered silently. Xiaopeng's mother gave him a heart folded in paper, she said: "Xiaopeng wants me to hand it over to you, and he said to keep a grateful heart for everything." Fu Haifeng took the peach heart, tears welling up.