After Lin Mian left, Zhang Jin pulled out the infusion tube and walked out of bed with difficulty, the nurse asked for a piece of paper and a pen, and walked back to the ward tremblingly.

She sat by the window and looked out at the festive streets and the fireworks that bloomed in the sky.

Zhang Jin's attending physician Ma Hongmei is her former colleague in the same hospital who saw her sitting by the window with a thin back, she remembered that when she was young, Zhang Jin was the best-looking one in the whole hospital, compared with the present......

"Are you sure you really want to?" Ma Hongmei's inopportune opening, and her tone full of anger was particularly clear in the silent ward.

Zhang Jin's writing hand paused, and he looked up at the attending doctor Ma Hongmei and smiled.

"Sister Hongmei, I know what you're going to say, but my body is already running out of oil."

Ma Hongmei was her attending doctor, and she also knew what her physical condition was, so she opened her mouth to refute but couldn't say anything.

Don't lean over, raised his head and stroked his hair, and sighed: "Forget it, I know that I can't persuade you, it's convenient to be in the hospital these days......"

Zhang Jin looked at Ma Hongmei's somewhat curved back and silently looked away, "It's very convenient, it's just sleeping......"

When she mentioned Lin Mian, her eyes were red, and she also wanted Lin Mian to stay with her, but she was even more afraid that she would not let her children see the scene of being rescued by her at night.

"Okay, I'll go and see you later." Ma Hongmei hated this atmosphere the most, waved her hand, and hurriedly walked out.

Zhang Jin was left to sit alone by the window.

The wind is cold.

In the winter morning, the dawn is slow, and there is a dull patch everywhere.

Lin Mian was woken up by the sound of the phone early in the morning, and she answered the phone subconsciously in a daze.

"Hey ......"

There was no speech on the other side, only the noisy voice of a group of people, and I don't know how long it took for a voice to come from the other side.

"Lin Mian, come to the hospital, your mother's ......" The voice on the other end of the phone suddenly stopped.

That sentence was said quite loudly, and Lin Mian pressed it hands-free.

Lin Mian got up from the bed and didn't care about putting on his coat, grabbed his mobile phone and ran out of the house quickly.

Stopped a taxi and handed it to the driver, she sat on the passenger seat and tried her best to restrain her trembling body.

"Master go to the county hospital quickly, please!"

The driver looked at Lin Mian's swollen terrible eyes and derived sympathy, and quickly pulled down the handbrake and stepped on the accelerator.

Lin Mian looked out the window at the scenery that was rapidly receding, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and the cold spread from his heart.

Taxis are running fast on the festive streets, and the people in the back seat of the car are crying weakly, and the calls made by mobile phones are delayed.

When Lin Mian arrived at the door of the operating room, his wet bangs were clinging to his face, his hair was messily draped behind his head, his face was pale, his eyes were swollen and walnut-like, and his eyes were like empty and lifeless dolls.

The three dazzling red words "during surgery" occupied Lin Mian's sight,

She crouched in the little corner and curled up in a ball, dumbfounded.

After a long time, Ma Hongmei walked out of the operating room, saw Lin Mian in the corner, and walked up to her softly, "Go see your mother, take a good look at her." ”

Lin Mian was stunned for a moment, didn't know what she meant, got up and watched Zhang Jin being pushed into the elevator, quickly wiped off the water stains on his body and trotted behind them.

After placing Zhang Jin, the doctors all withdrew, and Lin Mian sat by Zhang Jin's window and held her withered hand.

"Mom......" Lin Mian shook Zhang Jin gently, tears like water that had opened the floodgates.

Zhang Jin on the hospital bed pulled out a smile with difficulty, and her whole body seemed to be drained, and she could only move the hand held by Lin Mian twice, she now had no strength to touch Lin Mian's head with her face, and her bloodless lips moved slightly and made a difficult sound: "Sleep...... Don't cry ...... sleep."

Zhang Jin used all his strength to say a sentence with difficulty, and his bloodless lips trembled slightly.

Lin Mian had already cried into tears.

"Good...... Take care of yourself and ...... with my brother."

She also wanted to say, "Talk to my brother well, let him not blame himself, take good care of himself, get into college, and make his mother happy." I also want to say, "Don't blame Dad for treating you so much before, find a time to see him"......

"Drip-drip-" A green line appeared on the ventilator, making a screeching sound.

Zhang Jin's words were stuck in his throat, and he didn't finish a sentence and half opened his mouth to breathe.

Lin Mian held Zhang Jin's hand that was gradually cold and stiff, and his heart suddenly froze, and he wanted to be slashed by a sharp knife, and the painful nerves spread all over his body, and he couldn't breathe.

"Mom!"

The empty ward erupted in a fierce cry, and the girl lay by the window and trembled her shoulders.

The rain that day was very cold and the wind was strong, Lin Mian walked in the rain and couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain on his face, and there was no expression on his face.

Zhang Jin's funeral was very concise, it was done in accordance with the will left by Zhang Jin, Lin Mian didn't know anything about the funeral, and Ma Hongmei presided over the whole process.

On the day of cremation, Lin Mian lay on Zhang Jingjin's coffin and cried, not letting her go, hugging and crying fiercely, everyone was afraid of delaying time, so they could only pull Lin Mian up with red eyes.

Finally, Zhang Jin's urn was buried in a beautiful place.

It's good, there are flowers and trees around......

After Zhang Jin left, Lin Mian locked himself at home, and no one saw him, except for sleeping in a daze, and he didn't say a word every day.

The village committee sent someone to give Lin Mian psychological counseling, and the village cadre's aunt looked at her emaciated cheeks and the dark green under her eyes and made him a meal for her distressedly.

It is Lin Mian's favorite egg fried rice, and Zhang Jin's favorite dish before his death.

The aunt of the village committee didn't stay too much after cooking, but just left a phone call for Lin Mian and asked her to call her if she had something.

Under the dim light, the petite girl grabbed a spoon and stuffed egg fried rice into her mouth, and tears bulging from the corners of her cheeks quietly fell from the corners of her eyes, like fragile and helpless glass.

The cold of deep winter will not dissipate, and the rain will not stop for days, and the entire county will be shrouded in the cold spring.

Lin Mian gradually got used to the life of a person.

The light rain suddenly came in the dim dawn, Lin Mian was woken up by the sound of the rain and looked at the ceiling for a while, got up and walked to the room in the side of the cloud, climbed to the windowsill where the book was catching up, and looked at the light rain outside the window.

The raindrops hit the glass window and gradually slid down, and she could still feel the biting cold wind when she put her finger on the gap in the wooden window, Lin Mian put her chin on her knees and looked at the big trees blown by the cold wind in the distance, and her thoughts gradually emptied, and she kept moving for a long time.

The rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and Lin Mian straightened his back and moved slightly.

The book standing on the desk was knocked down by Lin Mian, and Lin Mian turned his head to look at the book on the desk - "Shouting in the Drizzle"

It was a relic left by Zhang Jin to Lin Mian, Lin Mian reached out and picked up the book, which was very depressing to look at all black.

Lin Mian flipped through it casually, and on the first page was written a line of black pen words: "Death is not life, but out of time." ”

She flipped back to the cover of the book, looked at it carefully, and flipped it back again, the pen and ink of this line of writing were very new, and it had only been written for a few days.

She flipped back, and saw a piece of paper tucked between the pages, faintly stained with ink, and she carefully unfolded it.

Zhang Jin's beautiful handwriting appeared in front of Lin Mian's eyes:

Dear Mianmian, when I saw this letter, my mother was already a star in the sky.

Remember the words in Kamakura Monogatari?

At Huangquan Station, where the train leads, the platform is full of deceased people who come to welcome people. Where is the tragedy, this is the reunion.

So, my precious daughter, my grandparents are waiting for me on the platform, I'm going to find my mom and dad, forgive mom for being selfish.

Mom hopes that you don't hold a grudge against your brother, because we are sorry for him, and my brother's parents left him an inheritance that my mother used to pay off the debt without his consent.

A person has to take care of himself, get into a good university, and your mother is watching you from heaven.

Zhang Jin

Lin Mian closed his eyes fiercely, and opened them again, his eyes were scarlet.

The spring is cold to the bone, at this moment Bian Yunqi, who is far away in Yanjing, is training in the training ground, and the day after tomorrow is the National Fire Skills Competition, and every player is in a fully closed training state.

The teenager was wearing a training uniform and speeding on the practice track, every movement was clean and neat without a trace of hesitation, and the team members in the queue showed surprised looks.

"Bian Yunqi, out of the ranks!" The voice of Brother Zhang, the logistics captain, came from outside the team.

Bian Yunqi stopped moving forward, turned around and trotted out of the track to Lao Zhang. "Squad leader, are you looking for me?" Sweat ran down the boy's chiseled face.

Lao Zhang nodded silently and acquiesced, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and handed it to Bian Yunqi, his face was a little solemn.

"Something happened to your family, and you will be given two days of leave to come back after processing."

Bian Yunqi didn't react, and under Lao Zhang's solemn gaze, the phone looked down.

Thirty missed calls, all of which were made by Lin Mian.

"Go see the news." Lao Zhang spoke.

Bian Yunqi opened the message bar and saw Lin Mian's message, the most dazzling message, "Brother, I don't have a mother anymore." ”

Time stopped fifteen days ago, and Lin Mian never sent a message since.

A sense of panic instantly spread throughout his body, and Bian Yunqi reacted and quickly called Lin Mian, hoping that this was just Lin Mian's childish behavior of wanting him to reply to her message.

"Sorry, your number is currently unanswered, please dial ...... later"

Lao Zhang saw the anxious look on Bian Yunqi's face, raised his hand and slapped him and scolded: "What are you still doing here?" Hurry up and go home, if you can't come back the day after tomorrow, wait for you to die!"

"Yes!" Bian Yunqi saluted Lao Zhang and quickly ran back to the dormitory to change clothes, this time he turned on the sound of his mobile phone to the maximum.

He bought his last train ticket, and when he got out of the station, it was already three o'clock in the morning, and there was nothing on the street except the dim lights and the cold wind.

Bian Yunqi squatted on the street and waited for half an hour before waiting for a taxi.

After some tossing, it was already four o'clock in the morning when he got home, and Bian Yunqi dragged his tired body to stand in front of the big iron gate.

Two years have passed, and the iron door has slightly lost its paint and looks a little old.

He remembered that the gate was new before leaving.

In the end, Bian Yunqi climbed into the courtyard from outside the wall, stepped on the osmanthus tree and climbed to the second floor, and his movements were smooth.

The room on the second floor was pitch black, and the clouds rose and fell on the bed in the dark, feeling that something was pressing under him.

He thought it was Lin Mian who threw her big-eared dog doll on his bed.

Tsk, a little panicked.

He moved his body, and suddenly a black shadow flashed in front of him, and he felt a hot pain on his face, and the next second, he twitched violently, and a white light flashed in front of his eyes.

"Holy!" Bian Yun fell out of bed in pain, covering his lower abdomen.

The overhead lights are turned on, illuminating the small room with a blinding light.

Bian Yunqi squinted his eyes and saw Lin Mian hiding at the door looking straight at him, his slightly white lips were flattened, the corners of his eyes drooped slightly with horror, and his beautiful eyes were floating with a layer of mist.

Looking at Lin Mian's appearance, the fire in his stomach suddenly couldn't come out.

"Why don't you answer my phone, it's because the phone is dead?" Bian Yunqi got up from the ground and walked in front of Lin Mian, leaning over and talking to her.

Lin Mian lowered his head slightly, looked at Bian Yunqi vigilantly, and took a step back.

"Why don't you speak?" Bian Yunqi frowned slightly.

According to what he pressed on Lin Mian just now, this little cub must have started scolding.

Lin Mian still didn't speak, and hid his hand behind him and prepared to run.