Chapter 46

Ning Xi has been in good health since childhood and rarely goes to the hospital. His family has never worried much about it.

What impressed him most when he was young was that his father went to the world. Now he stepped into the hospital again and found the inpatient department. What came to him was the smell of disinfectant in the nasal cavity, and even the ward was full of flowers. No matter how many flowers were placed, it could not cover up the smell.

He pushed open the door and ran into the aunt who was taking out the trash. He didn't shout, his eyes were locked on his mother on the hospital bed.

"Oh, Ning Xi is here," the aunt's golden brown curly hair made her look haggard. She was still holding a peeled pickle at her fingertips. When she saw Ning Xi, she was about to stuff it into his mouth, "Come in first, your mother is asleep."

Ning Xi couldn't hide, and a wet pickle was stuffed into the corner of his mouth, which was sour and sour, and stuck there, and he just couldn't swallow it.

After moving forward a few steps, Ning Xi spitted the feed on a tissue, folded it and threw it into the trash can, and let it sound "bang".

My aunt turned around and looked at him. Ning Xi just said, "Thank you, aunt, I can't eat it."

He had little contact with relatives around him, but after he was admitted to a good university, he had inexplicably more people to ask about his well-being. The relatives on his mother were not very familiar with him. He had gritted his teeth and stretched his feet since he was a child. When Ning Xi faced his elders, he was inevitably embarrassed and found a bench to sit down.

My aunt probably had been bored for a long time. It was rare for a junior to sit with her. She found a pear to peel it, talked while working, and handed Ning Xi the medical record. It was difficult for him to read it, and my aunt told him one by one again...

He felt that the aunt on the phone was not the same person as the one sitting here, and he didn't think he was too hurt. He was too concerned and became awkward. He quietly stopped talking, held a pear in his hand, and waited for his mother to wake up.

It was almost three or four o'clock in the afternoon when the doctor came to change the dressings and took off the bedding and wool cap on the patient's face. Ning Xi finally saw clearly that his mother had shaved her hair and was still sleeping and not awake.

Suddenly a sense of powerlessness surged from the bottom of his heart. Ning Xi experienced the departure of his immediate family and realized that death was not a simple moment.

He played ball, ran, had excellent grades, and had almost comprehensive development of morality, intelligence, physical fitness, aesthetics and labor. He wanted to get first place in his grades and MVP. He felt that his father handed over the balance of his life to him. Time could not allow him to be confused, nor could he stand still. He could only choose to run desperately, to walk across mountains, rivers, and embrace his life with all his might.

My father's death did not last at that moment, that day, or that day, but from beginning to end, throughout Ning Xi's life.

He suddenly stood up, touched a paper bag from his pocket, and while the doctor was checking his mother who was still sleeping, he stuffed the paper bag under her pillow, and stood beside the bed for a while.

Ning Xi buttoned the clothes and whispered to the woman who was eating melon seeds: "Auntie, I'll come again tomorrow."

He almost ran out of the inpatient department, and stood under a tree after going down the stairs for a while. The cold wind whistled past, causing the fallen leaves to sprinkle on the branches. Ning Xi remembered the sentence "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop", but the next sentence was that he was unwilling to think about it anymore.

He grew up desperately, but lost his life.

He felt cold all over. Ning Xi wanted to touch the cigarette in his pocket, but when he thought that this was the hospital, he walked forward with his head down, completely anxious to escape from this place.

Until he walked a little while and saw a man standing at the outpatient department, drinking milk to about 1.87 meters, his school uniform was blue, his feet were covered with sneakers and boots, and he was not even carrying his schoolbag, and he was looking around.

Ning Xi seemed to be exploring and searching in the dark all day long. Now Xingcheng suddenly appeared, like a beam of chasing light, completely lit up his front.

The traffic at the entrance of the hospital was particularly large. He shuttled through the crowd and ran forward a few steps, stood still, reached out to pat Xingcheng's shoulder, and waited for him to turn around and hug him tightly.

"Running."

"Brother, you said."

Xingcheng heard Ning Xi lower his voice and felt a little hoarse. He climbed his arm and said, "I'll give my mother the money I saved to rent a house in Beijing."

"It's okay," Xingcheng replied without hesitation, "those things should have been borne by the two of us."

Seeing Ning Xi buried her head without saying a word, he reached out to knead Ning Xi's soft neck, "Even if you are old, sick and painful, you can't escape."

Ning Xi's face was stuck beside the collar of his school uniform: "I can do it, too."

"I will, too." Xingcheng said to him, "But, I hope you only experience the first two."

Ning Xi quickly pinched his mouth, "No."

Xingcheng smiled and smiled a little reluctantly. When it came to such a heavy topic, he always didn't want to see Ning Xi's expression, so he had to lower his head to rub his ear and said in consolation: "Then, don't ask for birth on the same year, month and day, but please..."

"But I hope to buy two more bottles of red pomegranate soda on the same day of the same year and drink them together until the sunset is endlessly drunk."

Ning Xi finished speaking in a calm voice, his throat was blocked.

He could no longer say anything.

Who doesn’t want to prolong your life? I just want to live a long life with you.

He closed his eyes and Ning Xi didn't say this. He couldn't think of how "absurd" he would have been without his second half of his life.

On the way home slowly, they found the last seat in the row. Xingcheng asked Ning Xi to sit by the window. The two of them followed the bumpy road, shaking, ups and downs, and finally collided.

Xingcheng squeezed towards him, Ning Xi knew it, turned slightly, and leaned half on each other.

He turned his face to look at the view outside the window, and found that he had just explained it to him for half of his life.

I gave those ivy behind the courtyard wall of the community to the one who was messing around in front of him.

Ning Xi didn't ask how he found this place, should he tell me if my mother was sick, if she skipped class, if she was caught and scolded when she went back... Or, how long have you been waiting for me here?

How long have you waited for me in this place full of hope and despair, in the cold winter?

He started running to his mother every morning and occasionally bought some fruits. His aunt took some money from Ning Xi privately, but she was more willing to help take care of her.

There is still little communication between mother and son, and mother doesn’t like to talk much. She just often lie on the bed, with her eyes closed and asked Ning Xi, will the flowers on the Qin family on the fifth floor be in bloom this year?

Ning Xi was also obedient. He went to the corner of the quilt that could not be tucked over and over again, saying that it was open. My mother asked if it was open in winter, but Ning Xi said that it was open.

He was sleepy when he came back from the hospital. He still went to Shizhong to meet Xingcheng every day, and occasionally brought him some drinks. Xingcheng would be happy and said that he could find some of the feelings he had when I was chasing you.

Xingcheng is now vigilant and fattened again, and he pinched his face: "I chased you so much that the window was almost overturned by me. I was thinking at the time, why don't you like me?"

Ning Xi ruthlessly criticized him: "Because you are stupid."

You're a fool, so stupid that I don't even know when I like you!

The Spring Festival this year came very quickly. On the 29th day of the New Year, Xingcheng ran down from the second floor to the first floor, busy knocking on Ning Xi's door. As soon as it was opened, Xingcheng carried Ning Xi around and looked around, "I'll be liked by my parents when I saw it today!"

"What's wrong?" Ning Xi was a little confused, "What's wrong with uncle and aunt?"

Xingcheng was in the corridor, roaring the lights, and pinched the fingertips hidden under the cuffs of his sweatshirt, and said, "My parents asked you to go upstairs for a reunion dinner."

"Okay," Ning Xi became nervous at once, Ren Xingcheng pinched him, "But tomorrow is New Year's Eve."

Xingcheng asked tentatively: "You are going to the hospital to accompany your aunt tomorrow?"

Ning Xi nodded, afraid that Xingcheng would like to go with him, so he quickly changed his shoes and was dragged up the stairs.

He hadn't come to Xingcheng's house for a while. After he got down, he sat upright on the bench. He watched Xingcheng's father drink a big bowl of tea and answered questions in a lot of ways, most of which were about college life.

The four of them gathered together on the round table, and Xingcheng's mother brought the bowl to Ning Xi to feed rice soup. Her smile was still the same as Ning Xi remembered, "You loved to drink when you were a child, and Xingcheng loved to show off. If you had something delicious, you would eat it outside, which attracted people to hate!"

After she said that, Ning Xi took the rice soup over and said with a smile: "Xingcheng is also very outstanding when he grows up and is enviable."

Halfway through the meal, Ning Xi helped to arrange the dishes and pick up food on the table. Xingcheng's chest was so blocked that he looked up at his brother's expression. It was obvious that he had completely put down his usual "shelf", removed the protective film, and wanted to get close to him seriously.

With a "bang", the sound of chopsticks hitting the wall of the bowl, Xingcheng's father frowned and said nothing, while Ning Xi shouted "Uncle Xing" almost at the same time.

In his life, there are only a few moments of dealing with elders, not to mention the words "uncle" and "aunt" are considered intimate words for him. Now he cares about the attitude of Xingcheng's parents. He put the bowls and chopsticks on the table and dared not move the dishes anymore. Xingcheng's mother and Xingcheng also stopped.

"I can't eat it anymore," Xingcheng's father raised his head and finished the tea in the big bowl. He stood up and took off the thick cotton coat from the hanger, "Leave."

He stood up straight and waved his hand, "Xingcheng, let's take Ning Xi out for something better."

On a winter night, it is rare to have a clear evening scene. The sky is as light as water, the moon hangs on the tops, and the neon lights of the city are reflected in the purple and red color.

The Hummer H2 driven by Xingcheng's father slowly drove over the Binjiang East Road where they loved to ride their bikes the most in the past. Xingcheng turned his head to see the Funan River. Ning Xi also looked over with his eyes and saw only the shimmering surface of the river and a few street lights were not very bright.

There was also a sitting in front of her parents, Xingcheng dragged Ning Xi's palm over and wrote on it with his fingertips.

Ning Xi closed his eyes and did not fall asleep throughout the whole process. His mind was on the palm of his hand, feeling something inexplicably wielding.

Finally, we came to the conclusion, just three words: another year.

Later, many years passed by. Every New Year's Eve, it never snowed again. Ning Xi still remembered the first two years between him and Xingcheng, crazy and confused, and at that time he was the youngest and he and him.

Ning Xi, who had been to the hospital that year, returned home exhausted.

That is, early in the first and first day of the New Year, Xingcheng may still remember the stupid things he did when he was a child. He hugged a small bouquet of flowers and stood at Ning Xi's door, "This flower is called forget-me-not."

Ning Xi was a little energetic: "You have the best prospect?"

Xingcheng turned into a black rose from somewhere, and inserted it into the middle of the bouquet of flowers, saying, "I am the only one."
Chapter completed!