Chapter 23

It took almost an hour along the way, and I walked and walked through the small alleys. Ning Xi's mobile phone was almost out of power. Asked the passers-by, he barely persevered to the entrance of the military hospital.

He was soaked all over, and there was a biting cold from head to toe. When the night wind blew over, the strength of shaking all over his body was almost gone.

Ning Xi took a deep breath and ran to the hospitalization department with a panting. Several cars did park, but after looking around, he didn't see any familiar relatives of the expert. He took out his cell phone and was about to call Xingcheng.

As soon as he took out his phone, he saw an uncle from Xingcheng standing at the entrance of the hospitalization department saying something to two doctors in white coats. After he finished speaking, Xingcheng's uncle turned around and opened the car door. Ning Xi ran over and asked, "Hello, Uncle, I am Xingcheng's friend."

The middle-aged man saw his green and handsome face, clean and pure, and after thinking about it, he felt familiar, so he took a towel from the trunk and wiped his head.

The uncle had just cried, his eyes turned red, and he said, "Would you like to find Xiaocheng? I'll take you there?"

"Well, please don't worry uncle."

Ning Xi sniffed. The rain that had just run over him made his eyes blurred. He suddenly wiped the back of his hand, and his breathing was a little unsmooth.

The uncle called Ning Xi to get in the car and said that the old man had already sent it to the Dongjiao Funeral Home.

The relative passed away. Uncle Cheng and Ning Xi didn't say much. He sighed one after another, opened a bottle of mineral water and handed it to him, saying that the child was panting so hard that he asked him to drink some water.

Ning Xi held the bottle of mineral water, nodded and thanked him.

Experts seem to be like this, they are especially good at taking care of people and are very kind...

After recalling his relatives, Ning Xi really couldn't remember it. After all, even going back to visit relatives and friends during the Chinese New Year is a memory of his childhood.

My father has been away for many years, and my grandparents are the only one who is there. My grandmother is still Alzheimer's disease, and there is only one aunt left at home who is still taking care of the elderly.

When they get older, the Ning family has also broken off contact with his mother and even him. It is estimated that few relatives now remember Ning Xi.

He has not had a deep relationship with the people at home, and he has loved him few since he was a child. It is ironic to say that for twenty years, besides his father, the one who loves him the most is his neighbor's younger brother who is three years younger than him.

As soon as the car stopped by the street, the parking space of the funeral home was full of cars. Ning Xi didn't know what kind of grandfather Xingcheng was. Now he only knows to dive into the rain and look for Xingcheng.

After saying goodbye to his uncle, he ran into the funeral home gate. Ning Xi suddenly stopped and stood there in a daze, staring at the wood grain embedded next to the glass door. The more he looked, the more familiar he looked...

The East Suburb Funeral Home in Sansheng Township...

He had just passed away and there were not many people in a hurry to come. It was this that reminded Ning Xi of his father who was buried in a hurry that year.

That was a scar in his heart.

When Xingcheng came out of the mourning hall with a tired look on his face, he saw Ning Xi standing at the gate, his eyes a little empty.

His brother was wearing a black cotton suit, and a lot of dust fell all over his body, but he was poured thoroughly by water, and his hair was soaked. Even the edge of his chin was rained.

Ning Xi's trousers were rolled up, and because of running, it splashed into mud.

His lips were so white that he could hardly see clearly, he stumbled and walked towards this side.

He staggered a few steps and stood firmly in front of Xingrong.

Ning Xi was about to reach out to hug Xingcheng, but unexpectedly, his younger brother's legs became weak and he fell straight to his knees.

Xingcheng hugged his calves and refused to let go, and a whimper that was almost like a cub wailing in his throat.

Great sorrow and grief.

Ning Xi felt extremely distressed and his breathing was about to stop.

It was raining heavily outside, and the wind was blowing hard. Suddenly, a muffled thunder suddenly sounded, splitting behind Ning Xi.

He felt that the floor of the funeral home was shaken three times.

At the moment when lightning and lightning were intertwined, Ning Xi bent over and subconsciously hugged Xingcheng's head that was in his arms, and shook his whole body with the thunder.

There was a biting tide of moisture on his body, and Xingchang felt so uncomfortable that his whole forehead was rushing. He became more and more greedy for this kind of wetness and softness, and tried his best to hug Ning Xi's legs.

Not long after his elder passed away, Ning Xi always felt that there were eyes staring at him, and he felt very uncomfortable. He gently pushed and refused, but Xingcheng insisted on kneeling and refused to let go, his eyes were red.

It's like it's now...

Only in this way can he be far away from this bad news only by Ning Xi.

From Ning Xi's perspective, you can see a piece of white filial cloth wrapped in white thread on Xingcheng's waist, tied it behind him, dragging it down and flowing on the ground.

It's dazzlingly white.

It was still raining outside the funeral home. It was almost ten o'clock now, and a thunder thunder broke out in the sky...

The two of them snuggled up in the hall, Lei Xun and Fengliu seemed to be burned by fire.

...

After running in the rain for so long and having various problems in my heart piled up, Ning Xi started to have a low fever after being sent home by Xingcheng.

From the time I got home until five o'clock in the morning, my fever did not subside and my whole body was soft. I burned three buckets of water in the kitchen to apply it to him, but it didn't work.

Xingcheng was really heartbroken, and he said while handing the water: "Are you careless? You ran over so far in the rain, and you will have an exam tomorrow..."

When he was anxious, he wanted to say harsh words, but Xingcheng forced himself back. Looking at his brother's calm look, he couldn't say a word.

Ning Xi was lying there, her wet clothes had already been replaced, and the soft cotton pajamas made him feel very comfortable. He couldn't help but drill into the quilt and whispered: "It's just that I'm not stupid."

When you are speechless, you are not only moved or upset.

He knew that the funeral home wanted to help himself, but he couldn't help but send Ning Xi to school half an hour in advance. He forced him to eat breakfast, so he turned back to the funeral home to guard it.

The Chinese test starts at almost nine o'clock.

Ning Xi basically didn't sleep much all night, and she was dizzy and gritted her teeth and persevered in the first game.

In recent years, some competitions in the city are not in good spirits. Many people with backgrounds and backdoors are preparing to be admitted with the competition awards, not to mention the introduction of liberal arts. According to the results of each year in the whole grade, Ning Xi is undisputed.

The liberal arts competition is much less than that of science. After the zero-diagnosis test scores, Ning Xi has always been far ahead. This diagnosis score is a reassurance for the admission.

It is absolutely fine for Ning Xi to get into Beijing in the college entrance examination, but the school for admission is also very good. If you spend the remaining time doing something you like, admission is a good choice.

Even those time to give you questions and sprints...

It's okay to have a serious relationship.

Ning Xi also wanted this opportunity, but he lost it.

The low fever lasted until 4:30 in the afternoon, and the liberal arts examination was not finished, so Ning Xi called the invigilator to come.

The diagnosis examination in Chengdu is relatively strict. Most of the invigilators are teachers from nearby schools, and few of them know him. Seeing that the child was blushing with his head hanging down, he immediately went to call the school doctor.

The exam was interrupted and Ning Xi gave up his qualifications.

I was taken to the school hospital room and lay there for an afternoon. I was busy taking the exam. Not many people knew that he was sick. The school teacher attached great importance to it. The doctor walked around several times and said that the low fever did not go away because of long-term nervousness and emotional instability. In addition, it may be caused by cold. If you have more rest, what else can you take?

Ning Xi bit his lip and said nothing.

After taking the temperature again and again, I still didn't drop or go up, so I had a headache.

He just went to the school clinic, paid twenty yuan, but didn't go anywhere, and lay down the first day of the diagnosis exam.

I didn’t take the exam for the liberal arts examination, and the English and mathematics the next day were no more meaningful. Ning Xi’s body still needed a rest. The grade group specially approved a leave note and asked him to go back and rest.

Since the incident happened at Xingcheng's family, Xingcheng has not been home these days, let alone accompanying Ning Xi. He is really not used to it at this time, and Ning Xi also understands him.

Ning Xi took medicine and lay on the bed to read a book. His head was dizzy. It was almost evening. He listened to the sound of pots and pans colliding in the outside yard, and watched a group of children chasing and playing with basketballs...

Really not used to it.

He turned over and got out of bed, put on his shirt, took off his headphones, looked at the book in his hand, and suddenly wanted to laugh.

In the past, Xingcheng said that what he admired most was that he could recite English texts while listening to songs, and he would not make any mistakes in half of the word.

Ning Xi turned out a wooden box under the bed. After a few days of rubbing, it fell a lot of dust. When the lid was lifted, the inside was neatly scribbled with things that Xingcheng hung from the upstairs every time...

When I was a child, there were gyros, excavators, racing models, and toy guns. At that time, Xiao Xingcheng didn't understand why his brother always refused to accept his toys, so he simply asked for money to buy Barbie dolls and hung them down. He was blonde and blue-eyed, almost chasing Ning Xi, who had been very proud of his face since childhood, and cut off a street.

At that time, every time Xiao Ningxi was scolded at home and was punished to stand by the window. When the curtain was pulled, he could always see Xiao Xingying jumping up and down in the yard.

Xiao Xingcheng didn't just spend time playing. In the hot summer, he would go to the pond behind the yard to gather a dragonfly or two, and then carefully hold it to his brother's window.

Ning Xi leaned against the edge of the bed and recalled quietly.

When he was nine years old, the dragonfly flew out and let Ning Xi go all the summer.

...

After Grandpa Xing’s first July, Xingcheng returned to school on time.

Dongjiao Funeral Home is a distance from Qingyang District. During this period, many people have stayed directly in nearby hotels and did not go home. Xingcheng is the eldest grandson and has no time to get free.

He only called Ning Xi after being idle these days and asked about his well-being for a while. He was busy and exhausted both physically and mentally.

Not long after Xingcheng returned to school, Ren Mei and the others rushed up to hold him, handing him cigarettes and homework books, brothers copying homework!

Take a sip? I bought it only!

Everyone knows that something happened at Xingcheng's home, and no one dares to cause trouble.

The third year of high school was taken to have a physical examination today. Xingcheng ran two trips to the third and fourth class of high school but did not catch Ning Xi's place. He was depressed and returned to the class.

Ren Mei said that Ning Xi had lost her qualification for admission. Xingcheng also understood in his heart what was the reason. He almost hit the wall of the class with a punch, and he was determined to dig a blood hole.

Throughout the afternoon, he thought about a lot of messy things.

Xingcheng is a junior high school who is not very interested in physiological and hygiene classes. As soon as he entered high school, he was full of basketball and fell in love and was in a mess.
To be continued...