Xie Shang looked at her for a few seconds, held her face, and turned around: "I was bitten." He touched the wound on her lip with his fingertips, "Does it hurt?" ”

"A little."

He rubbed the spot gently, "I'm sorry. ”

Wen Changling took his hand away, took a bite of the watermelon, puffed out his cheeks and said, "Forgive you." ”

Xie Shang smiled.

She's quite generous.

The phone rang, Xie Shang glanced at the incoming call and answered it.

"Fourth brother."

"Hmm."

Gu Yihuan hesitated: "That ......" didn't make anything big, right?

"What's the matter?"

Listening to the voice, the mood is quite normal. Gu Yihuan asked directly: "Are you okay?" ”

Xie Shang said, "It's okay. ”

Gu Yihuan was not at ease.

The last time there was a thunderstorm, Xie Shang went to the middle of the moon to race, and it was so heavy that it was just fatal.

Xie Shang was indeed injured that time, but what Gu Yihuan didn't know was that Xie Shang's injury was bandaged by Wen Changling, who helped in the emergency department.

Photos of the battle damage when he was injured are still circulating in the nurse group of Dihong Hospital.

Far from it.

Gu Yihuan said the right thing: "I'm at the door of your pawnshop, you open the door for me." "He doesn't feel at ease without a look.

"I'm not at home."

"Where are you?"

Xie Shang said: "My girlfriend's house." ”

Gu Yihuan was silent for maybe half a minute: "Then your girlfriend is okay, right?" "Didn't kill anyone, did you?

Xie Shang hung up the phone.

Wen Changling was holding the melon and looking at the sky.

"What are you looking at?"

Wen Changling raised his head and kept his eyes on it: "Look at the stars." ”

The night sky, which had just rained, was only as dark as the eye could see.

"There are no stars." Xie Shang was wondering if Miss Wen would think of him as she had said before when she looked up at the stars.

"Yes." She was serious, "just obscured by dark clouds." ”

She also has one by her side.

Xie Shang looked at her for a long time, and involuntarily stretched out his hand, and as soon as she turned her head, his fingers just touched her hearing aid. He tried not to make a sound, and touched it lightly along the contours of his outer ear.

Wen Changling took the initiative to say: "I am not born with hearing loss. ”

Her right ear is completely inaudible, and her left ear can hear normally with the help of hearing aids.

"It's a high fever."

Wen Changling did not elaborate on the rest.

*****

Dihong Hospital, Department of Otolaryngology.

Yan Cong hung the expert number, and he asked the expert: "Can ears be donated?" ”

The expert was stunned: "Ears? ”

"My friend is hard of hearing, and I want to give her my hearing." Yan Cong doesn't understand these medical things, "Isn't the cornea of the eye can't be donated, what about the eardrum, can the eardrum?" ”

The expert gave professional advice: "You can ask your friend to come to the hospital for a check-up to see what the specific cause of the hearing impairment is, and then consider whether you can do the next step of repair or reconstruction." ”

Yan Cong felt that it was too complicated, and he thought very simply: "What she needs, can't I give it?" ”

The expert shook his head: "There is no precedent for allogeneic transplantation of eardrums and cochlea in China. ”

"What about abroad?"

"As far as I know, no."

Yan Cong was very disappointed, he couldn't study any broken medicine.

He got up and left.

Yan Boyong looked for Yan Cong everywhere, and was so anxious that he had a few more gray hairs, and when he saw him coming out of the elevator, he immediately went over: "Where have you been?" ”

He was coy: "I didn't go anywhere." ”

Yan Boyong put his hands behind his back and said hesitantly: "Your father called me and said that your mother came over and wanted to see you." ”

"Nope."

Yan Cong refused very decisively.

Yan Boyong wanted to persuade: "Xiao Cong." ”

"I don't want to see her, I don't have anything to say to her."

*****

At about nine o'clock in the evening, Wen Changling was on night duty and received a call from Yan Boyong.

"Changling, I'm sorry to bother you so late." Yan Boyong asked her in a pleading tone, "Can you come to my house?" ”

Wen Changling stopped what he was doing: "Is it that Yan Cong is not in a good state?" ”

"His mother came over in the afternoon, and in the evening he refused to take medicine, and he has been in pain until now, and he refuses to go to the hospital."

Wen Changling immediately said, "I'll go over now." ”

"Don't worry, you say hello to your colleague first, and I'll call someone to pick you up."

"Okay."

After hanging up the phone, Wen Changling called Jiahui and asked her to change shifts.

Jiahui agreed very happily, she lived close, and rushed to the hospital in ten minutes.

"Is there something urgent?"

Wen Changling had already changed his clothes: "I'm going to see Yan Cong." ”

Yan Cong's situation Jiahui also knows, but-

"You're right to Yan Cong," Jiahui didn't know how to ask. On the phone just now, she could clearly feel that Wen Changling was very anxious. Wen Changling is usually a very light person, and it is rare to be in such a hurry and panic.

"Yan Cong is very similar to my brother," Mr. Wen said, "and they look alike." ”

She and Ana, who are not real twins, they don't look alike, and Ana, who is even better looking than her.

"Your brother ......"

Wen Changling said in a soft voice, "He's gone." ”

Ana was only eighteen years old when he died, younger than Yan Cong today.

The driver sent Wen Changling to the Yan family's residence in the imperial capital.

Yan Boyong was waiting in the courtyard, and when he saw Wen Changling coming in, he hurriedly stepped forward with a cane.

"Grandpa Yan."

Yan Boyong's eyes were red, and no matter how tough the old man was, his back was bent: "I'm going to trouble you again, help me coax him." ”

This is not the first time Wen Changling has come to Yan Cong's house, she knows her very well here.

On the sofa in the living room sat a lady, dressed beautifully, with complete makeup and hair, and her facial features were somewhat similar to Yan Cong. She should be Yan Cong's mother.

Wen Changling nodded to her, and then went upstairs. She heard Yan Boyong talking to the lady.

"You go back."

"Xiao Cong, he-"

"Let's go back."

Go back, Yan Cong doesn't need her, she doesn't need it when she was a child, and she doesn't need it when she grows up.

Wen Changling knocked on the door.

A word came from the room: "Get out." ”

Wen Changling pushed open the door and walked in. It was dark inside, the curtains were drawn, and the lights were off. She turned on the light, and the wall on the left side of the room was full of trophies, honors that had been saved by the once high-spirited teenager.

Yan Cong buried himself in the quilt.

Wen Changling walked to the side of the bed: "Yan Cong." ”

The body in the quilt moved, slowly revealing its face, emaciated and pale. His head was covered with sweat, and he was very bearable, and Wen Changling didn't shout in pain before he came.

He was angry: "Every time he calls you, he doesn't bother." ”

There was a water cup on the bedside table, there was medicine, Wen Changling touched the edge of the cup, and it was still warm. She picked up the cup and sat down on the edge of the bed: "Take the medicine first." ”

Yan Cong sat up and turned his head to the other side, looking very willful.

"I don't want to eat it."

"It hurts a lot if you don't take medicine."

Yan Cong lowered his head, and his self-loathing reached its peak at this moment: "It's good to hurt." ”

"Yan Cong."

Wen Changling called him.

He finally turned his head: "Changling," he endured it for a long time, and when he saw Wen Changling, his eyes were red, "She brought her second son too, and I saw her coaxing the child and calling him Xiaobao." ”

When Yan Cong was born, his parents were divorcing.

His mother suffered from postpartum depression at that time, and blamed all the fault for the relationship crisis with her husband on the newborn Yan Cong.

It wasn't until Yan Cong was two years old that Yan Boyong realized that something was wrong with his grandson, refused to speak, and always had scars on his body. Yan Boyong picked up Yan Cong at this time.

Yan Cong sometimes suspects that it may really be his fault, and after he was picked up, his parents got along again.

Two years ago, he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, and the first thing his parents did when they learned about it was to go to the hospital for a check-up. A year ago, his younger brother, who was eighteen years younger than him, was born.

Isn't it ridiculous?

Yan Cong swallowed the pill: "Changling." His eyes were red and he was sad, "The medicine is so bitter." ”

I hope there is a parallel space, where there is Yan Cong, there are parents who love him, there is elder age, there is no medicine, and there is no need to endure hardship.