Fu Haifeng returned to the ward, feeling that he was not even as good as a child. Xiaopeng is how strong he is, when suffering hits, he is brave to bear all this, and he will only complain, timid, verbally good, to face all this optimistically, but in the bottom of his heart is so pessimistic and even dark. If you want to say no, you still have a happy childhood, but Xiaopeng's childhood was spent in the hospital, and he suffered much more than himself, but he can bear it, why can't he be, if he doesn't even have the courage to bear it, let alone overcome the disease.

Fu Haifeng met Xiaopeng's parents, and Fu Haifeng asked his mother: "How can you bear to tell him the fact that Xiaopeng has leukemia?" The mother said: "At first, I didn't want to tell him, after all, he is only a few years old, and he has a terminal illness, what a terrible fact, but everyone has the right to know, including the child, and the reason why I told him is to ask him to accept the arrangement of fate, and you will bear what God gives you." Fu Haifeng nodded in agreement. When Xiaopeng was born, the doctor predicted that the child would not live to be 5 years old, but Xiaopeng lived to be 7 years old, they said it was really a miracle, during this period, Xiaopeng's hair was bald and long, and the blood was almost changed, I can't be sure how long this miracle will last, but I know that Xiaopeng is performing this miracle. ”

Wang Qi and Jingya walked into the room and brought his favorite guitar, Wang Qi said: "When you are bored, you can play the guitar, but you have to play it in the back mountain of the hospital, and you are not allowed to play it in the ward." Haifeng took the familiar guitar and felt the return of something in his body.

"Haifeng, in a few days, the doctor will perform an operation on you to remove a lump on your liver, and the doctor will tell you to relax as much as possible." Jingya said.

"Didn't you spend a lot of money?" Fu Haifeng asked.

"Don't worry about money, Liu An, the owner of Xingyao Bar, heard about your situation, took 10,000 yuan to me, and said that you should be treated well, and he will wait for you to come back." Wang Qi said.

"Yes, Haifeng, you often tell us to be hopeful about life and not give up hope, okay?" Jingya said, Fu Haifeng had tears in his eyes, and he thanked God for allowing him to meet them.

At night, Fu Haifeng was lying on the bed tossing and turning, he thought of Xiaopeng, the little boy who survived by a miracle, he didn't know if his survival could have a miracle, or how long this miracle would last, but he thought that people should always have hope, even if they didn't, they should have one. Don't give up hope, only hope can give birth to miracles. It is not hopeless that one's illness can be cured, and if you give up hope now, it is tantamount to death. His abdomen was aching again, and he covered his abdomen with the quilt, and secretly thought to himself, "Let the pain come more violently." The illness seemed to be shocked by his powerful psychological power, it stopped tormenting, and Fu Haifeng's body gradually eased.

The door of the operating room finally opened, Fu Haifeng pushed it out tiredly, Jingya held his hand and said, "Haifeng, the operation was successful, don't worry." Fu Haifeng nodded weakly. The attending physician called Jingya to the office, and the doctor showed them some pictures and said, "The patient's liver was removed in a quarter, which largely stopped the spread of cancer cells, but we found a tumor in the left lobe of the liver, and although this tumor is small, it is growing rapidly." ”

"Can it be removed too?" Wang Qi asked.

"This tumor is connected to blood vessels and cannot be removed, so it can only enter the lesion through drugs to see if the swelling can be reduced."

Fu Haifeng was washing his hands in Xiaochi, and several patients were chatting, and one patient said, "I heard that the hospital died again yesterday." Another patient said, "Yes, it's pitiful to die of a heart attack, and it's a teenager, God doesn't treat people fairly." Fu Haifeng returned to the ward, very depressed, he thought that death might only be a momentary thing, if birth is the intentional or unintentional collision of sperm and egg, then death is an inevitability. What is the difference between a person who lived to be 120 years old and a person who lived to be 20 years old? Maybe it's just a different feeling, but they will all be drowned in the long river of years, death is not actually fear, fear is the process of waiting for death. Everyone has a process from birth to death, but the length of the process is not the same. Life is a journey of suffering, and suffering creates people's misfortunes, so is death a human misfortune or a relief? Fu Haifeng thought hard, why don't you dare to face death, what else can't you let go? I still have musical dreams, I haven't honored my parents yet, are these more important than a person's death? These may be illusions, but the real sufficiency lies in the heart.

After Fu Haifeng finished the anti-cancer treatment, he was lying on the bed exhausted, the door of the ward opened, and the classmates in Fu Haifeng's class walked into the ward with flowers in their hands. The squad leader said: "Haifeng, I heard that you are sick, and you don't let us come to see you, how can we rest assured?" Fu Haifeng said: "I don't want everyone to worry about me. ”

"Haifeng, I haven't heard your guitar sound for a long time, next time I come back, I can't sleep without your guitar sound." The roommate said, and everyone laughed.

"The school is holding a theatrical evening again, without your guitar accompaniment, I can only sing solo, you get better quickly, I'm still waiting for your accompaniment." The female classmate said.

The sad atmosphere added a touch of pleasure, and everyone said a lot, most of them hoping that Fu Haifeng would get better soon. Before leaving, the squad leader gave Fu Haifeng a bag of money and said, "Haifeng, we didn't help you anything, this is our snack, you accept it." Fu Haifeng pushed back and said, "No, squad leader, I can't collect this money, I know that this money is the food expenses of my classmates, and I can't use everyone's money." ”

"You take it, so that everyone can rest assured." The squad leader said that Fu Haifeng resolutely refused to accept it.

"Take it." Everyone said in unison.

"Thank you." Fu Haifeng looked at everyone's eyes and said tearfully that his classmates hugged him, and Fu Haifeng felt warm in his heart.

Night came again, Fu Haifeng was lying on the bed, recalling the encouraging words and sincere faces of his classmates, and couldn't help but burst into tears. Fu Haifeng is a somewhat autistic person, he doesn't want people to know his weakness, he doesn't even want people to know that he has a poor family, so he always avoids others caring for him. People in society, it seems that everyone wants to be strong, they don't want to admit their weakness even if they are tired and tired, and society always sympathizes with the weak. When they bite the bullet and act as a strong person, will they feel weak inside? In fact, everyone is not strong, they need sympathy, and when they accept sympathy, it is not to admit their weakness, but to be calm.

Xiaopeng came to Fu Haifeng's ward again, he seemed to be thinner than a few days ago, but the smile on his face did not change. Xiaopeng said: "Brother, can you help me fold 5 paper cranes?" He handed the paper to Fu Haifeng, Fu Haifeng took the paper, helped him fold one, and asked, "What is the origami crane for?" ”

"I'm going to give it away." Xiaopeng said.

"To whom?"

"The first one was given to my mother, thanking him for raising me and teaching me to read and write, and she didn't abandon me as a leukemia child, but took more care of me." Xiaopeng said that Fu Haifeng folded the second one.

"The second one I gave to my dad and thanked him for earning money to see a doctor for me, supporting this unfortunate family and allowing me to survive for so long." Fu Haifeng admired this child more and more, and he handed the third paper crane to Xiaopeng.

"The third one I want to give to Uncle Xu, he sees me every day and gives me a lot of words of encouragement." Xiaopeng said that Fu Haifeng gave him another one.

"I'll give this one to Sister Lin, thank her for giving me toys and telling me fairy tales." Xiaopeng said, Fu Haifeng smiled, gave him the last one, and asked, "Who is this for?" ”

"This is only for Xiaoqiang, I hope his illness will get better soon."

"What disease does Xiaoqiang have?"

"He also had leukemia."

"Don't you want your illness to get better?"

"Xiaoqiang is more unfortunate than me, he is an orphan with no father and no mother." Xiaopeng said that after Fu Haifeng listened, his eyes turned red, and he hugged Xiaopeng tightly, feeling that he was an angel and God had sent him to save him.