Chapter 12 Strange Request, Your Highness

When everyone went down the mountain in the afternoon, Cheng Yu stayed by Jian Mei's side when he came back. He took the initiative to help Jian Mei with the schoolbag, and asked with concern, "Are you injured?"

"No." Jane said

Cheng Yu looks like a standard brother next door, when he looks at you with concern, there will be a feeling that you are the center of the world: "That's good, is a person very afraid, why didn't he wait for us to find him in place? you."

Jane replied, "It's okay, I'm not particularly afraid."

Cheng Yu looked down at him, and the face of Jane wearing a yellow hat was as usual. This person is usually not noisy or noisy, quiet and well-behaved. When talking to people, he always looks directly at each other. At first glance, the tutor is very good. The child raised by the family, at this moment, is looked at by those big black eyes, everything seems to be the same, but it seems that there is a difference.

Jian Mei's pace was very brisk, and his voice was clear and sweet: "I have waited, and then I found my own way. Fortunately, you are not far away."

The wait in his mouth was actually a noon, several hours, although it was dismissed as an understatement, but Cheng Yu felt a burning face inexplicably, and he tried to explain: "At that time, a little girl happened to be injured, and I asked She was taken to the ambulance station to clean up the wound, and she will come to you as soon as it is treated."

He even felt that it would be better for Jane to blame a group of them, or to cry.

but no

Lu Xingliang taught him very well, so what Cheng Yu saw was not a crying child.

The distance between the two gradually widened, Jian Mei turned to look at him, and smiled: "Well, I know, everyone must have their own difficulties, right?"

Looking at his smile, Cheng Yu was inexplicably heartbroken: "No..."

Jian Mei shook his head gently. He took out a small and delicately sealed bottle from his small backpack and handed it to Cheng Yu: "Here."

Cheng Yu looked down, only about a square inch bottle was filled with emerald green potion, the bottle was exquisite and beautiful, and it looked very beautiful in Jane's white and tender palm: "What is this?"

"To escape the heat, when the heat is hard to dissipate, just drop a little on the temple or smell it, it will be much better. This is a unique door in our family, which is very useful." Jian Mei stood on the path in the forest and explained patiently: " When I came, my mother brought me an extra bottle. She said that a friend finally invited me out to play, because I was afraid that I would be bored and would not be able to get along with others, so she brought a small gift."

"I originally brought something else, but I used it up on the way." Jian Mei said that she was a little annoyed, and smiled softly: "This bottle is left."

Cheng Yu looked at his clumsy smile, and for some reason, there was a strange feeling in his heart.

Jane said: "I heard them say, you went to me, although we missed it, but still thank you."

The setting sun dyed the sky a reddish orange, and the warm yellow and bright light shone through the gaps in the leaves. He stood there, bowed politely to himself, then crossed his body and walked down the mountain, just like in the morning, this time What Cheng Yu still saw was Jian Mei's back, the same, but different, as if he got this gift, but lost more at the same time, what they missed was more than the road.

...

After returning home, Jian Mei had a slight fever.

It may be that you have been sweating and blowing your hair after walking on the mountain for too long, or it may be simply tired. In the eyes of ordinary people, a low-grade fever is just a trivial matter, but in Jian’s family, it is a top priority. Leukemia patients have low white blood cell immunity. Worse yet, even a little cold may add value and lead to serious consequences.

Shen Meina took him to the hospital overnight. She wanted to say a few words, but she was reluctant to speak when she saw the child's wilting appearance. Knowing that Jian Mei hated going to the hospital the most, she said, "The hospital we went to, that friend of yours. Xiaopeng was transferred to hospital A not long ago."

Jian mei suddenly came to the spirit: "Really?"

"real."

In the past few years when Jian Mei was treating her illness, she also had friends, but with the occasional hospital transfer, many people lost track of each other after a period of time together. Fortunately, after arrived at the hospital, was checked and given simple treatment. There was no serious problem, and could go home soon.

But Shen Meina's face was not very good.

Jane asked softly, "What's wrong?"

Shen Meina said: "Mom just went over there and asked the attending doctor. A tumor was found in Xiaopeng's stomach half a month ago, and it was removed by surgery."

Jian Mei has a bad feeling in her heart: "Then now..."

"It's spread." Shen Meina tried her best to speak calmly: "Tomorrow Xiaopeng's parents will pick him up and go home."

The night in City A is not cold. The hospital even has a low air conditioner, but standing in the corridor, smelling the medicine, at that moment, Jane is like falling into a cold cave, standing there stupidly for a long time. words come.

Shen Meina couldn't hold back slowly, her eyes were red, but she tried her best to remain calm in front of the child: "Are you going to see him?"

Jian Mei lowered her head so that people could not see the expression on her face, she just nodded lightly and said, "Okay."

It was a quiet night. When entered the ward, there was some laughter inside. When standing at the door, the little boy lying on the hospital bed wearing a hat was smiling and talking to his parents with a smile on his face. He was thin, but his eyes were especially bright.

When Xiaopeng saw him, he was pleasantly surprised: "Medium!"

Jian Mei's nose was sour, but she showed a smile, ran over, and whispered to him: "Xiao Peng."

The boy's facial features in the hospital gown on the bed were actually very delicate. When he saw Jian Mei, he said, "Are you here to see me?"

Jian Mei nodded: "I'm here for a re-examination. I heard that you are also in this hospital, so I will come to see you."

"You don't have to come to see me in the future." Xiaopeng leaned over and said to him, just when Jian Mei's heart trembled, he heard him laugh: "I'm going to be discharged from the hospital, so we can play outside after that. "

His parents stood beside him, and his mother quietly turned her eyes away with red eyes. The father was afraid that the child would see something, so he let the two children play and took his wife out of the ward.

Xiaopeng was very happy to see his friend, and kept showing things to Jian Mei:

"Look, these are new clothes, aren't they very handsome, I will wear them when I leave the hospital tomorrow."

"Have you gone to junior high school? After waiting for me, I should start reading from the first day of junior high school."

"I don't know if I can keep up. Is the textbook difficult?"

Jian Mei sat on the side of the bed and looked at him with gentle eyes, pursing her lips and smiling: "It's a bit difficult, but you're so smart, there's definitely no problem."

In a closet not far away, there are the basically rotten sixth grade books. Xiaopeng used to be the monitor of the class. He has excellent grades in every class. Every day, except for chemotherapy time, he will always hold it when he is idle. Looking at the book, he said that he couldn't keep up with the progress, and it would be bad if he fell behind. Originally, he often took Jian Mei to read books together. He is very smart, and Jian Mei can't solve many problems. Xiaopeng is very quick. can learn.

He often tells Jian Mei what major he wants to study when he is admitted to university and how to earn money to help his parents live a good life. His parents are both migrant workers and it is very hard. He wants to make money in the future and give his mother a battery car , so that my father can no longer carry such a heavy cement every day.

Xiaopeng took Jian Mei's hand: "I'll give you the address of my home, you can come and play with me in the future."

Jian Mei felt that his hand was cold, but he didn't break free. Instead, he held Xiaopeng's hand tighter, as if he could hold something in this way: "Okay, I'll go find you."

"correct!"

The shed seems to have remembered something. He took out an old robot from the drawer. The mecha warrior was well maintained by the owner and was obviously well cared for. The boy put the toy in Jian Mei's hand: "Here. "

Jane was a little surprised.

"My mother bought this for me when I was eight years old and has been with me all the time, but it's a little broken. It used to be able to shine and sing. It's a pity." Xiaopeng sat beside him in the ward. Very quiet, the thin young man looked at Jian Mei beside him tenderly: "I see that you seem to be in a bad mood today. When I was in pain from chemotherapy, I would ask the mecha warrior to give me some strength, so that it would not be so painful. Now that I'm going to be discharged from the hospital, I'll give him to you. My parents may go to work abroad next year, and they won't be able to see each other again in the future. You have to learn to take care of yourself..."

Tears slid down his cheeks, and one drop after another fell on the mecha warrior.

On the way back, Jian Mei huddled up in the rear car seat with a toy in his arms. He persisted for a long time before crying in front of Xiaopeng.

"Mom..." Jian Mei looked out the window and asked softly, "Will Xiaopeng die?"

Shen Meina, who was driving, moved for a while, her eyes dimmed a lot: "It has spread, and his attending doctor can't help it. At the beginning, he wasted too much time in the county-level small hospital, and there were several medication errors. There is no way back now.”

Jian Mei had been sitting in the same place for a long time and didn't speak any more. When they came out, he saw Xiaopeng's parents, the middle-aged man who was less than forty years old. It seemed that his hair had turned white in just a few years. The grief makes Jian Mei dare not look directly. This is something he dare not reveal in front of the child. Jian Mei unconsciously thinks, during the years when his condition was not good, were his parents the same?

When he got home and washed up, he lay on the bed, he still couldn't sleep, with the mecha warrior in his arms, the mecha warrior was a little broken, and the internal parts were damaged, and then he finally couldn't bear to take out the phone, skilled Open WeChat, click on the avatar, and send a message: "Are you there?"

This time, the reply was very fast.

Lu Xingli said: [Did you go down the mountain? 】

"Well..." Jane rubbed the head of the mecha warrior. Maybe everything today hit him a little bit. After thinking about typing, she asked a somewhat stupid question: "Do you think death is terrible?"

When the question was sent out, he regretted it a little.

But Lu Xingliang didn't give him time to regret it, just when Jian Wu was hesitating, he received a reply: [Is it useful to be afraid of? 】

Jian Mei pursed his lips. He took a deep breath and typed: "I just think... some people left too early."

A glorious life has just begun and ended. The expectation of the day is still death. Maybe Jian Mei has too little, so he cherishes everyone around him very much. Of course, he knows the inherent nature of human beings. When he died, the sudden grief came too violently for him to digest.

"Ding"

When there was news, Jian Mei opened it and saw Lu Xingxuan's words:

[Life and death cannot be forced, everyone will die] His tone is so calm [I will too]

It was like a heavy punch fell on his heart. After seeing this sentence, Jian Mei's pupils dilated, and the hand holding the phone trembled unconsciously. He was very sensitive to these and immediately asked: "Are you sick?"

There was no reply there.

He waited for a long time, but his heart became more and more panic. In the end, he couldn't help calling Lu Xingliang. Even though he might be hated and hung up, he still did it. The grief of losing his friend was over. After taking it once, he couldn't and didn't want to take it any more. The phone button couldn't stop flickering. At the end, when Jane was almost desperate, the call was connected.

Lu Xingliang's voice was low and hoarse: "Hello"

Jian Mei breathed a sigh of relief for some reason, but at the same time he became more concerned. He cautiously asked, "Are you sick?"

It was silent for a long time

After a while, Lu Xing responded in vain, "Yeah."

Jane said: "Is it serious?"

"Um."

"Then...will it die?"

Lu Xingliang's eyes were deep and deep, and his hand tapped the table top and bottom. This was an action he would do unconsciously when he was thinking. In fact, he might not have said this to Jian Mi, but after thinking for a moment, he still Still: "Hmm."

This time it was the phone's turn to be silent.

There was a slight gasping sound coming from the other side clearly in the silent night. Lu Xingli knew that this crybaby must be crying again. It was really strange. His good eldest brother didn't cry, and his biological father, Huang, didn't cry, but the child who had not met for a long time and had never even met did cry.

[What are you crying for] With a helpless sigh in my heart, Lu Xingliang said [Didn't I tell you, everyone will die]

The truth is this truth, but the kid on the other end of the phone obviously couldn't hear the truth. He was so willful when he opened his mouth: "But, I don't want you to die."

Even though he knew that this was unreasonable, his voice still suppressed his crying, and even trembled a little: "You... can you not die?"

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When a man sees a bald head, he hates me when he sees a bald head. How many young people die, but not the bald head to die - "Zengguang Xianwen"