I, Panda, am super fierce!

After the matter was clarified, the husband and wife were obviously not as tense as before. Although they still wouldn't bring negative emotions to him, they wouldn't hide everything either.

Occasionally, seeing him in good condition, we would sit down and discuss his condition together.

The previous drug and radiation therapy had achieved some results. Yi Zhou's condition was initially controlled and did not continue to deteriorate.

When the doctor came to inform the news, the husband and wife hugged each other on the spot and cried bitterly.

Since Yizhou fell ill, the two of them read a lot of materials about leukemia, and every time they saw the appearance of those patients in the middle and late stages, their hearts became more and more painful. A little consolation.

Compared to the excited two, Yi Zhou didn't feel anything.

He has been like this since he was admitted to the hospital, neither active nor passive, and followed the treatment step by step, but occasionally when the doctor or the couple came to tell some good news, he would not feel too excited.

It seems that everything has already been answered, and it is not worth looking forward to.

Yi Zhou leaned on the bed, looked up at the slightly yellowed lampshade on the hospital ceiling, and felt nothing in his heart.

They're going to die anyway.

This feeling came for no reason, but it made him extremely convinced that although he wanted to live, he was not afraid of death, as if death was not a bad thing for him.

Sliding his body into the quilt, Yi Zhou turned over and closed his eyes. The voices of other people in the room became the best lullaby. After a while, he fell into sleep.

Yi Zhou has been in the hospital for a month.

During this time, the husband and wife seemed to be very busy, so they had less time to see him, but the expressions on their faces were obviously better than before, as if some happy event had happened.

He was a little curious, but every time he asked, he was interrupted by the two of them.

The days passed and it was more than ten days.

Waking up again after a high fever, the weakness of the body was still gone, the five senses gradually returned to normal, and the voices of other people in the room came to No. [-] Middle School.

"This is great, thanks to your work on it."

"It's all as it should be, and the donors themselves are also willing, so our work will be much easier."

"In any case, we will remember this kindness forever!" The woman's voice was very excited.

Yi Zhou was confused by what he heard, and called out: "Dad, Mom."

Seeing him waking up, everyone in the room gathered together, with obvious joy on their faces.

"Zhou Zhou, we have matched you with a suitable bone marrow. Are you happy that you can have surgery when you get better?" Mama Yi held his hand, and the corner of her mouth couldn't be pulled down as she spoke. Tears welled up in her eyes again, but this time she was happy.

Yi Zhou's hands were tightly held, and there was no emotion related to happiness in his heart, only endless doubts.

It seems that in the original development, this result should not have occurred.

Turning his head to look at the people next to him, he said with some hesitation: "The pairing was successful?"

"Yes, there is one in the bone marrow bank that matches yours. My family didn't agree with it, but now I've done a good job and can transplant it after I pass the physical examination." This time, it was Yi's father who took the lead. He has aged a lot in the past two months, and some gray hairs have grown on his temples, but his expression now is relaxed.

Facing his son, he smiled sincerely for the first time in a while: "You will recover after the operation, and we will never use the hospital again, okay?"

heal...

The word appeared suddenly, when he was unprepared.

The doubts in my heart are getting bigger and bigger, the scene in front of me seems to be a farce where the plot has been tampered with, making people feel no sense of reality.

But facing the sincere excitement of the few people in front of him, Yi Zhou couldn't say anything else. When Mama Yi asked him if he was happy, he froze for a moment and nodded.

The bone marrow transplant should be performed when he is in good health. During this period, his body will be closely monitored, and any discomfort will be dealt with immediately.

The donor had already arrived, a young man in his 20s, good looking and full of life.

Three days later is the day selected by the doctors. Yi Zhou will undergo a systemic organ examination and take antibiotics that cannot be absorbed by the intestines. After making all preparations, he will be pushed into the operating room in a few days.

The lights in the room were turned off early. Tomorrow is the day of the operation. Before the operation, the hair of the whole body needs to be removed, so I need to get up early.

Yi Zhou shrunk down, covered his chin with the quilt, and pouted slightly.

Would it be ugly to be bald?

He didn't ask this question, and the other person in the room naturally couldn't answer it.

With a trace of fear for the future, Yi Zhou gradually fell into a deep sleep.

Probably thinking day by day and dreaming at night, not long after falling asleep, Yi Zhou dreamed again.

In the dream, there is a house full of ancient flavors. There are not many furnishings in the house, but everything is exquisite.

Yi Zhou tried it and found that he couldn't move, and he didn't care, so he lowered his head and stared at the carvings on the table base in a daze.

When he was studying the lines on it, a voice suddenly came from his ear.

"Why are you still bald?"

That voice seemed to have been heard countless times, and just hearing his tone of pretended surprise, Yi Zhou could describe his current appearance.

He must have put on a regretful expression, but in fact, his eyes were filled with smiles!

Just know how to make fun of him!Yi Zhou snorted, thinking viciously, when he gets stronger, he must take all his revenge back!

While thinking this way, the voice came again.

"Why don't you talk, are you angry? But you can't blame me for being bald, it's not me who made you bald."

It's your fault!I wouldn't be bald without you!

The doubt about whether he was bald or bald was thrown aside by him, Yi Zhou thought angrily in his heart.

He was unconvinced and wanted to refute, but there was another "hmm" sound from his mouth.

How is this going?

He was surprised, but something suddenly pressed down on the top of his head, which looked a bit like a human hand.

When someone grabbed and kneaded his ears, Yi Zhou suddenly found that he could move, he shook his head violently, and shook off the messy hands on his head.

The pressure on his head disappeared, and then he supported him with both hands, picked up Yi Zhou from the ground, and turned his face around by the way.

Yi Zhou finally saw the man's appearance, just as he had imagined, with a smile in his eyes, and he pretended to be innocent and said, "Why are you so angry again? I don't want to see you even if you are bald, after all, you are too If I'm ugly, I'll be ashamed too."

hypocritical!Yi Zhou rolled his eyes and patted his mouth with his paw.

The paw was held by someone before it could be retracted. The man rubbed the soft pad of his palm, and suddenly brought his paw to his mouth and kissed it.

His expression changed, and he sighed: "Come back soon."

return?What come back?

Yi Zhou said "hmm", and wanted to ask where he was going back. As soon as he spoke, the scene in front of him became more and more blurred, and the space was broken piece by piece. The only thing that remained unchanged was the man's eyes staring at him.

With too many emotions.

Yi Zhou suddenly woke up from the dream, he couldn't remember the situation in the dream clearly, only the emotions remained, and the man said: "Come back soon."

"Where do you want to go back?" He asked again in a daze.

"What's wrong?" Papa Yi, who was on the bed next to him, was awakened by his voice, and quickly got up and asked.

Probably because he didn't wake up, his face looked a little gloomy, but his tone of voice was the same as before: "Zhou Zhou, you just said you want to go back? Are you going home?"

There was worry on the face of the other party, but there was no emotion in his eyes. Yi Zhou looked at it for a long time before nodding his head: "Well, I want to go home."

After saying this, he yawned: "I just had a dream until I went home, and then I woke up from the dream."

"Don't worry, we'll be home soon." The man by the bed touched his head with the same strength: "When we get home, I'll make you a table of delicious food, as well as your favorite Braised pork."

Yi's father is good at cooking, especially the braised pork, which is fat but not greasy, thin but not sticky. When he is not sick, Yi Zhou can eat half a bowl by himself, which deserves to be ranked first in his recipes.

But after hearing his father's words, another scene appeared in Yizhou's mind.

It was a person sitting cross-legged on the ground, holding a dumpling in his arms, and was putting the barbecue-flavored dumpling brushed with honey to his mouth.

The figure couldn't see the face clearly, but he felt very kind, but the father beside him made him feel a little strange.

Not daring to think about it any further, Yi Zhou lay back on the bed again, and said softly with a sleepy voice, "I want to sleep, Dad, go to sleep too."

"I'll watch you fall asleep before going." Dad Yi didn't leave, he had a smile on his face, and his eyes never left.

"Okay then." Yi Zhou replied, without making any further circles, he closed his eyes and let sleepiness eat him away.

He didn't sleep well in the second half of the night, and the eyes beside the bed followed him like a shadow, never leaving.

Yi Zhou woke up very early the next day. As soon as he sat up from the bed, the doctor came in with several nurses.

Mother Yi, who followed behind, was holding a lot of clothes in her hands.

This is the sterile gown to be worn for him. There are two sets from top to bottom. Enter a door and take off one layer, and finally put on the surgical gown prepared for the patient.

The treatment of the body hair and the cleaning of various places are done by nurses, and he has been told about these things long ago.

But as a teenage boy, even if he is fully prepared, Yi Zhou still feels extremely embarrassed about exposing his private parts in front of the opposite sex.

Fortunately, the doctor didn't immediately ask him to follow the nurses to make preliminary preparations, but took out a consent form for the operation and asked him to sign it.

"After signing this consent form, we can perform the operation." The doctor said with a smile.

Yi Zhou took the thing with a slightly stunned expression.

This thing is a little abnormal.

Generally speaking, when the patient's consciousness is normal, the operation will be signed by the patient and relatives or related persons after the patient's consent, but the one in Yi Zhou's hand has only his signature.

What about family members, don't they need it?

Seeing that he didn't move, the doctor next to him began to urge: "Why don't you sign? The sooner you sign, the sooner you can have the operation. Don't you want to go home?"

Hearing what the doctor said, Yifu Yimu who was beside him also stepped forward.

"Zhou Zhou, hurry up and sign. After signing, we will go home after the operation. Didn't you say you want to eat braised pork last night?"

"That's right, Zhou Zhou, go back and ask your father to make you a pot of braised pork so that you can eat as much as you want."

The three of them took turns persuading them, and finally, even the nurse came up to persuade them together.

"Hurry up and sign!"

"Sign it now!"

"Sign it!"

"signature!"

"signature!"

"signature!"

A sound echoed in his ears, and the voices were woven together, making him unable to tell who was right.

The expression of the person in front of him gradually merged, and eager light appeared in his eyes, as if he was guarding in front of the prey, looking at the beast that he was dying to devour.

Yi Zhou raised his right hand and placed it on the consent form.

Those people suddenly quieted down, staring at his pen tip closely, with longing in their eyes.

But Yi Zhou didn't continue to move. When those people couldn't help it, he suddenly put down his pen, raised his hand to cover his face, and scenes flashed in his mind.

Some men fed the cub, some taught it to read, and some played with it while holding it.

The picture gradually changed, and the cub inside turned into a human being, from being only a little taller than a man's calf, to being as long as the waist, and then to the chest and shoulders.

The last picture is a mountain foot, there are many people at the foot of the mountain, he is protected by another person in his arms, and the surrounding wind is fierce.

The man raised his hand and touched his head, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I'll be there soon."

The man in the picture couldn't see his face clearly, but the sense of familiarity was real. He couldn't remember what he wanted to say until the man spoke his last words, and the name that was engraved in his heart didn't blurt out.

"Master."

He finally remembered it all!

Hearing this name, the room was silent for a moment, and then the voice began to increase again, one sentence after another.

"Don't think about it, Zhou Zhou, the most important thing now is to perform surgery."

"Don't you want to go on living?"

"If you die, how sad your parents will be."

"Do you know this kind of disobedience?!"

"Mom doesn't want to live anymore after you die, I will go with you."

The voice became more and more urgent, and the words became more and more serious.

Yi Zhou put down his face covered by his hands, and turned to look at some "people" who could no longer see their faces clearly.

"I'm not going to have the surgery." Under those wolf-like eyes, he said, "I'm very glad to be born in my original family and enjoy the love of my parents for more than ten years, but I'm already dead."

"If possible, I will go back to see my parents, but not now." The surrounding picture became more and more blurred, and there were some vague curses, Yi Zhou raised his hand and tore up the consent form for the operation, and said : "Not in the illusion you wove for me."

The scraps of paper were blown away, and the surrounding pictures collapsed faster and faster. When a strong light came on, Yi Zhou was stabbed and closed his eyes. become more and more powerful.

There was a sound of swords in his ears, and Yi Zhou opened his eyes. He was still beside the spiritual spring, surrounded by scenes that had been looted by thunder robbery, Lanyue scattered beside him, not far from him, stood a monk in white .

The warm current in the body is still there, and the clouds in the sky gradually dissipate, revealing the sunlight behind the clouds, shining on the world again.

The man approached, bent down and hugged him horizontally, his movements were gentle.

Yi Zhou raised his arms and clenched his fists, feeling that his body had endless strength.

He leaned on the man's chest and said, "Master, I seem to have become a little stronger just now."

The person next to him replied: "That is the reward from heaven and earth to monks after crossing the catastrophe."

"Is that so." Yi Zhou put his hand down and put it on the arm under him: "Is the last blow a heart disaster?"

"Correct."

"Have I been too long?"

"It hasn't been long." Si Heng lowered his eyes, looked down from above, and could see the young man's slender eyelashes and his darkened face after the thunder calamity. He said, "It's only two hours."

"You're so good at kung fu!" Yi Zhou exclaimed, "I've been in the illusion for more than two months!"

The man removed the rags from the apprentice, put him back into the spiritual spring, and said with a chuckle, "The time in the illusion is different from the time in reality. You have walked so many times to ask your thoughts, why are you so surprised?"

"That's different." Yi Zhou puffed up his mouth to retort, but he couldn't say anything different.

Si Heng raised his head to touch the water, and wiped off the black ashes on half of his face: "Close your eyes."

"Oh." Yi Zhou closed his eyes and felt the other person's movements on his face. When his finger touched his lips, he suddenly said, "Master."

"Ok?"

Yi Zhou asked: "Don't you ask me what Xin Jie saw?"

"You will naturally say what you want to say."

Heart catastrophe represents what a monk most desires, fears, or regrets most.

Although passing through this time safely means that his state of mind is more complete, but it does not mean that the monk will not feel anything if he re-speaks those things.

Yi Zhou said: "I saw you shaved the hair on the top of your head, then lied to me that you were bald, and blamed me for not being good-looking."

The fingers on the face paused almost invisibly, and the people on the shore had a calm expression and said without blinking: "Things in the illusion can't be taken as real."

"But I also saw that you grilled meat for me."

"Naturally, it's good for people not to be able to distinguish between the real and the fake." The finger on his face touched his neck, and the man said, "You can open your eyes."

"Oh." As soon as Yi Zhou opened his eyes, he turned to stare at Si Heng, trying to find an expression similar to shame on his face.

However, he failed, and Si Heng's expression was the same as usual, and he couldn't see anything.

The other party pinched his jaw with his fingers and forcefully pushed his head back: "It can't be cleaned with twisting like this."

"But this is clearly something that can be done with a small spell." Yi Zhou muttered, his Adam's apple rolling in the man's palm while speaking: "Master, you are so troublesome."

The hand on the neck was removed, and the top of the head was knocked down. Si Heng said flatly: "Wash the rest by yourself, no spells are allowed."

The person who has long been accustomed to various spells wailed, pouted and quit: "Why can't you use spells!"

"This is your punishment for not respecting your teacher."

"Whoever says that I don't respect my teacher will give me a high hat." Yi Zhou was indignant, and he couldn't really get out like a black charcoal, so he had no choice but to start scrubbing himself.

Si Heng watched from the side while he was washing, and suddenly asked when he was washing his stomach, "Is this your inner demon?"

"What?" Yi Zhou froze for a moment.

"Are demons bald?" Si Heng asked.

His expression was very serious. At first he thought it was just a whim when he first picked up his apprentice. If no one mentioned him, he would almost forget it.

But if it's really because of his one action, he became the apprentice's heart demon...

Just thinking about it, Si Heng regretted it.

The man frowned slightly, with remorse in his eyes, which made Yi Zhou, who was about to talk nonsense, suddenly stop talking.

"If you don't want to mention it, don't talk about it." Seeing him like this, Si Heng became more sure of his guess, and rubbed the top of his apprentice's hair more gently than usual.

"Heart tribulation has nothing to do with this." Yi Zhou stared at him for a long time, finally made up his mind and told a story.

It was a grotesque world, without aura, without monks, but with many things that the world of cultivation did not have. Si Heng's eyes darkened gradually as he watched his apprentice describe the scenes of that world with him in high spirits.

"I have a bookcase, which is full of collected figurines." When it comes to his hobbies, Yizhou is a little stuck, and wants to describe his hobby with various things that are relatively close: "A figurine is something you like very much. Things, such as monsters or people, make them into models and store them, it’s just that big.”

Yi Zhou compared his height with his hands: "Some figures can still be moved, but those are too expensive, and I can't even afford them."

When he said this, he didn't pay attention to the expression of the person next to him. After listening to the description, Si Heng looked at the apprentice from top to bottom. A smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he affirmed: "That's really interesting."

Yi Zhou opened his eyes wide, a little excited: "I also find it very interesting, seeing them can improve my mood!"

When I was talking about this, Yi Zhou began to feel depressed: "But my parents didn't let me play this game, and I got sick later, so I didn't see them anymore."

Yi Zhou seldom described his illness, just a few words, but these few words alone can give a glimpse of his pain.

There was an extra hand beside his cheek, and his thumb was placed in the corner of his eye. Yi Zhou raised his hand to cover it: "Master, I didn't cry."

"Ah."

"Actually, it's nothing. It's just that my parents are in pain after being sick. My mother would cry secretly when she sees me." That matter was also delayed, I don’t know if they will live after I die.”

After the catastrophe of the heart, all the memories that had been dusty were awakened, and Yizhou even remembered what he saw when he was walking on the road of asking his heart a long time ago.

He didn't know whether the funeral was something that brought him back to another world, or just an ordinary illusion. No matter what it was, he hoped that his parents would live a long and happy life.

"Master." Yi Zhou clenched the hand on his cheek: "Do I still have a chance to go back and have a look?"

"Yes." Si Heng shook his hand back: "During the ascension, the gate of the two worlds will be broken, and there may be a chance to reach another world."

Yi Zhou rubbed against his hand and sighed: "Feisheng, there is still a long way to go."

"Just like fantasy and reality, like fairyland and cultivation world, different worlds have different time." Ripples appeared on the water surface, and a body embraced him from behind: "Don't worry, I will always be with you."