On weekends, Tian Jingru came to the hospital to take care of her father as usual. As soon as I arrived, I saw that the patient who lived in the bed next to my father was pushed out with a white cloth, and the whole ward fell into a dull state. That person's surname is Sun, Jingru always calls him Uncle Sun on weekdays, he is a very active little old man, he often comes to play chess with his father, and he is also very talkative.

When he left, the big guy realized that this old man had always been alone, and he had not seen his family members to see him since he was hospitalized. The man died like a lamp going out, and everything about him was quickly destroyed, and the bed covers and bedding were replaced with new ones by a nurse wearing a thick mask, and the only thing left was the chess piece, which was kept because of his father's insistent pleading.

The bed was simply disinfected, and a new patient was admitted to the hospital, a middle-aged man in his early forties. As soon as he came, he brought some fruit to all the patients in the ward, and then quickly mingled with the big guys. Also, these are people who have broken their livers, but. Their hearts are not broken, and encouraging each other is their belief in sticking with each other. In this ward, everyone is a fellow traveler, whether rich or poor, wearing this uniform hospital gown, there is no class to distinguish, the only difference is which of them has a longer life and who has a shorter life.

After lunch, Tian's father looked at the depressed ward, someone was arguing about something outside, and he could vaguely hear that it was a pair of children who were shirking their responsibilities. Tian's father looked at the thin daughter in front of him, hurriedly called her to him, and began to chat.

"Ruru, it's the third year of high school, is it difficult to do homework. Also, how about that kid from Qiuhua? He didn't bully you, did he? Father Tian asked with concern.

"It's okay, Dad, you eat an apple. Qiuhua was very good to me, he didn't dare to bully me. Tian Jingru said as she peeled an apple for him.

"Your mother loves apples the most, I still can't get used to eating them, give me a banana." Father Tian took a bite and put the apple down again. Then he continued: "If you are busy, don't come all the time, always soak in the ward, people will become negative, you need to sprint now." Dad is old, and these things are downplayed. ”

Tian Jingru looked at her father's increasingly thin body, couldn't help but redden, shook her head and said, "I'm not busy." Dad will live to be 100 years old, and he will live for a long, long time, and you will watch me get married, and then hug your grandson with your own hands. ”

"Live a long life, be good, live a long life, Dad work hard." Father Tian's eyes were filled with tears, so he picked up the apple he had just put down and ate it in a big gulp.

His own body, of course he knew what was going on, and every day he could feel almost every cell being bitten by cancer cells. But he still let the doctor hide from Jingru, he was afraid that as soon as he fell, she would also collapse.

Then he suddenly remembered something and said, "Jingru, there is also a bank card in Dad's room, which is reserved for you to use in college in the future, you remember, the password is your birthday, don't forget." When you go back to Nantian, remember to open the window less, you know? When Dad is gone, just find a cemetery, Dad was born an orphan, and he has no roots, so he will be buried wherever he falls. Dad hates himself for being an orphan, so that you have no one to sustenance now, Dad is ashamed. ”

"Don't say it, don't say it, Dad, you have to live well, live well, you will definitely get better, you will." Tian Jingru burst into tears as she spoke. This cry is a compassion for the fragile life of human beings, and it is also a compromise of a rough fate. There is no doubt that China's medical and health technology is rapidly improving, but in the face of a real serious illness, human life is still like a butterfly in the wind, and it is simply powerless to resist the fate of withering.

"Summer insects can't speak of ice", the cicada that has been noisy for a summer, finally withdrew from the fourth-level stage in October. If he had a human mind, what would he think in the moment before autumn came? We can't know.