The doctor called Wang Qi and Jingya to the laboratory, looked at them, and said, "Who are you?" Wang Qi pointed at Jingya and said, "She is his girlfriend, and I am his brother." The doctor said, "You have to be mentally prepared that the patient is already liver cancer." "What-" Wang Qi and Jingya were stunned, like a thunderbolt on a sunny day. Wang Qi looked at the diagnosis with a panicked expression, and Jingya was stunned.

Wang Qi and Jingya walked into the ward and saw Fu Haifeng lying on the wall of the bed. Jingya said, "Haifeng, how do you feel?" Fu Haifeng looked at Jing Ya's tearful eyes and Wang Qi's solemn expression, and asked, "What's the matter, am I sick with something?" ”

"It's nothing, Haifeng, you're too tired, just take a rest." Wang Qi said reluctantly.

"Tell me, is my liver disease getting worse?" Fu Haifeng asked eagerly, Wang Qi was stunned, it turned out that he had already known that he had liver disease. Wang Qi didn't have to hide it from him anymore, Wang Qi handed the diagnosis to Fu Haifeng. Fu Haifeng took the diagnosis, couldn't believe his eyes, and said, "Liver cancer? It's not true, how can it be so fast. Fu Haifeng covered his face and began to cry, Jingya hugged him and said, "Haifeng, don't cry, modern medicine is so developed, there must be a way to treat your disease." ”

"I know I have a serious liver disease, and the doctor said that if I face life optimistically, the liver disease will be better, but-" Fu Haifeng whimpered. Wang Qi pinched his thigh and regretted showing him the diagnosis certificate. He took the diagnosis, tore it to shreds, and said: "Haifeng, you are not liver cancer, please believe in yourself, you have done a good job, be optimistic about life, and you will overcome liver disease." Fu Haifeng looked at him gratefully, and Wang Qi said to Jingya again: "You take care of Haifeng, I will discuss with the doctor the plan for Haifeng's treatment." After Wang Qi finished speaking, he walked out of the ward and came to the doctor's office.

Jingya was taking care of Fu Haifeng in the hospital, and Wang Qi returned to the living room and made a phone call to her mother. "Mom, I'm Wang Qi." The mother said, "Yo, Qi'er, why do you have time to call me today?" Wang Qi said: "I have encountered some difficulties, so I will ask you for money." The mother said, "How much?" ”

"Give me 20,000 first." Wang Qi said.

"Twenty thousand? How can you ask for so much money all at once. ”

"I'm going to apply for the Central Conservatory of Music, so I'm asking for money."

"Alas, my mother has invested in a project now, and she is also in urgent need of money, so let's send you 10,000 yuan first."

"Okay, you can send it tomorrow."

"Qi'er, don't go to study music, go into business with your mother, when will you get ahead in music."

"It's my own business to learn what to learn, and I don't have to worry about you."

"You're just like your father, you're a stubborn temper."

"Do you remember him, if you hadn't left him, he wouldn't have died."

"It's all in the past, let's not mention it again, be careful in Beijing, I'm hanging, there's something to do."

As the day passed, the black curtain was raised, Fu Haifeng opened his eyes, looked at the slightly transparent room, and he lit a cigarette and smoked. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in his liver, like a devil's claw crushing his liver, and the cigarette fell to the floor. Fu Haifeng covered his stomach and rolled on the bed, the pain oppressed him, and he began to hit his body, moaning in pain. The nurse heard his hoarse moans, rushed to the ward, grabbed his arm, and injected an injection, and Fu Haifeng gradually calmed down.

After being calmed, Fu Haifeng lay on the hospital bed, looked at his abdomen, and seemed to see the organs in his body, his liver was full of holes, and the virus was eroding it. Fu Haifeng burst into tears, "Why me?" Why did God arrange for me to suffer from an incurable disease, I don't want to die. His mind began to stir. My liver, why are you so angry, do you really want me to die? Why are so many organs in the body good, and why are you so bad? Fu Haifeng talked to the liver, but the liver was speechless, tears wet his eyes, he covered his face with a pillow, and his abdomen was still aching. What am I going to do? Who's going to save me? I'm still so young, I still have a lot of things to do, my dreams haven't come true yet, I haven't honored my parents yet------" Fu Haifeng gritted his teeth, panted, and looked at the whitish wall with deep eyes, as if he wanted to penetrate this wall, he covered his abdomen and warned himself to be strong.

Jingya and Wang Qi walked into the ward with flowers and meals, and Wang Qi said, "Haifeng, how do you feel?" Fu Haifeng said: "It's good." Jingya said: "The doctor said that you smoked last night, Haifeng quit smoking, smoking is not allowed in the hospital, this is better for your body." Fu Haifeng nodded. Wang Qi said: "Take it easy, it'll be fine, you still have us." Wang Qi said a few words, and suddenly Wang Qi's phone rang, and Wang Qi hurriedly walked out of the room to answer the phone. Hey, Mom, why haven't you sent your money yet? ”

"I inquired about your teacher and said that you didn't apply for the Central Conservatory of Music at all, what do you want so much money for?" Mother asked.

"You're investigating me? Then I'm telling you, I'm saving someone's life. ”

"Save whom?"

"One of my brothers, he had cancer."

"20,000 yuan for cancer is not enough, don't save it, I can only afford your living expenses."

"You send 20,000 yuan, I don't want your money anymore."

"Okay, I'll send you 20,000, and you won't ask me for money to save him in the future."

"Don't worry." Wang Qi hung up the phone.

Jingya took care of Fu Haifeng in the ward, Fu Haifeng finished breakfast, looked at the beautiful Jingya and said, "If I leave, you can live with Wang Qi, he is a good boy." Jingya said: "No, Haifeng, I like you, don't say such things." Fu Haifeng held Jing Ya's hand, and his heart was very heavy.

Fu Haifeng woke up from his sleep, and he dreamed that he was cured of his illness and could play the guitar again. People say that things in dreams are always the opposite of reality, am I really going to die? Fu Haifeng smiled bitterly for a while, this is cancer, it is already an out-and-out fact, what awaits you is death, why do you still have illusions. Why is God so unfair to me, I was born poor, I endured the indifferent eyes of others, and the warmth and coldness of human affection have long made me feel tired. When I was studying, I was exhausted in the face of every defeat, constantly reading books and doing exercises, just in exchange for a gratifying score on the report card. When I chase my dreams, I have to face the obstruction of my family and society, the incomprehension of my family, the ridicule and humiliation of society, like a thorn, cold piercing my heart, I can bear all this, but why destroy my body, I only have one body, but it is mutilated, what should I do? Fu Haifeng struggled, and tears flowed down unconsciously.

A little boy came to his hospital room with a fair face, handed him a piece of paper, and said, "Brother, help me with the paper boat, the kind that needs a tent." Fu Haifeng asked, "What's your name?" How old is it? The little boy said, "My name is Liang Xiaopeng, and I am 7 years old this year. The little boy replied immaturely, Fu Haifeng took the paper, folded the paper boat, and asked, "Do you know what disease you have?" ”

"Yes, I have leukemia."

"Leukemia?" Fu Haifeng was shocked, he took the paper boat to him, and couldn't bear to ask: "Do you know what leukemia is?" ”

"My mother told me it was an incurable disease." Xiaopeng looked at the paper boat and replied easily, without showing frustration.

"What grade are you in?" Fu Haifeng was suddenly very curious about this little boy.

"I didn't read because I had to come to the hospital a lot." Xiaopeng said that Fu Haifeng couldn't imagine that the little boy in front of him was more pitiful than himself.

"Brother, follow me." Xiaopeng took Fu Haifeng's hand and came to a pool, Xiaopeng put the paper boat in the pool, gently shook the pool water with his hand, and the paper boat moved forward under the drive of the pool water. Xiaopeng kept pouring water on the paper boat, he said: "Mom said that people are like paper boats, they have to withstand the wind and rain before they can mature." When he died, he had no regrets. Fu Haifeng sighed, how strong this thin little boy is in his heart.