when lion meets ram

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"Zheng Xinming, what zodiac sign are you from?" Shi Yu squatted on the ground and flipped through the small dried yellow croakers in the dustpan one by one. The hot sun above his head made him a little sleepy, and he wanted to find something to refresh his mind.

Zheng Xinming was picking up large pieces of dried shrimps in separate packages behind him. Hearing Shi Yu ask him this, he honestly replied: "I don't know."

"Then what month and what date is your birthday? It's in the Gregorian calendar. I'll calculate it for you." Shi Yu knew it would be this kind of answer.

"December 8."

Shi Yu took out his mobile phone and gave Baidu a check. "Oh~ you're a Leo! I'm an Aries." After finishing speaking, he searched for the speed dating index of Leo and Aries, "Wow! Zheng Xinming, look, our speed dating index is 100!"

"What index?" Zheng Xinming was at a loss.

"It's because you and my zodiac sign are a perfect match!" Shi Yu's crescent eyes smiled crookedly, and his whole body was covered with golden sunlight like a halo.

Zheng Xinming couldn't help laughing along with him, yes, we are a match made in heaven!

In autumn, the temperature drops sharply in the middle of the night, especially at the seaside.

After observing the condition of the shrimp seedlings, Zheng Xinming found a place sheltered from the wind to lie down, smoke a cigarette, and calculate the profit of this batch of shrimp seedlings.

After several calculations, he got the result that he could turn losses into profits this year. He was so happy that he sneered and took a few puffs of cigarettes.

The mobile phone rang suddenly. His mobile phone was still an old model from the Nokia era. Several smartphones had been dropped into the shrimp pond and wasted. He was so distressed that he took out the old mobile phone at the bottom of the box to use it, but unexpectedly found that it had fallen into the water. It's okay a few times, and it's used over time.

The caller was Zhai Zhigang, the vice president of the pharmaceutical company where Shang Hua worked, and also Zheng Xinming's old comrade-in-arms: "Old Zheng, let me tell you something, Hua Zi had a car accident in Shanghai tonight, um... the situation is not very optimistic .I booked a plane ticket for you tomorrow morning, come to Shanghai to have a look.”

After Zhai Zhigang finished speaking, he hung up the phone, and Zheng Xinming was still in the posture of answering the phone, a little unresponsive.Shang Hua is his newly married partner. He went to work in Shanghai to prepare for the establishment of a new company at the beginning of the year, and he lived in two places separately from him. They even talked on the phone before dinner.He quickly took out Shang Hua's phone number in his phone and called, "I want to fly higher, fly higher..." The more Wang Feng sang, the colder Zheng Xinming felt, until a cold female voice appeared: "You dial There is no one answering the phone at the moment, please try again later..."

No one answers the phone, will the familiar voice on the other end appear again?

As the night deepened, the surroundings became quieter, only the sea breeze was whispering, like a man's cry.

Early the next morning, Zheng Xinming, who hadn't slept all night, was already on the plane, taking the earliest flight to Shanghai.He handed over the fishing grounds on Lingshan Island to the old employees under him, and called them one by one.

As for the parents of both parties, he decided to hide it from the old man first, and then make a decision when the situation is clear.

Taking a deep breath, Zheng Xinming leaned on the plane seat, "Maybe the situation is not as bad as imagined? Gangzi just said that the situation is not optimistic, but it doesn't necessarily mean that there is no hope. Even if you are paralyzed and limping, as long as you survive. He clenched his fists and secretly cheered himself up.

It was still breakfast time when the plane arrived in Shanghai, and Shang Hua's secretary Qi Jiang, a capable southern guy, came to pick him up.The eye circles are red, and it can be seen that she has cried hard. When Zheng Xinming came to Shanghai to visit Shang Hua in the summer, the two met each other.

Qi Jiang took the trolley suitcase from Zheng Xinming's hand, and said as he walked, "Brother Zheng, Mr. Shang is still in the rescue. Let's go to the hospital now."

When Zheng Xinming got off the plane, he was inexplicably flustered. He could do psychological training for himself on the plane, but when he got off the plane, he was completely bewildered.It wasn't Qi Jiang who dragged him, he didn't even know where the door of the hospital was.

The red light in the emergency room was still on, and the black LED electronic screen was scrolling to play the situation in the operating room. Whenever Shang Hua's name appeared, Zheng Xinming's heart felt like a knife was stabbed.Several middle-aged female employees came from Shang Hua's company, surrounded Zheng Xinming to comfort him, and said various comforting words.

The electronic screen suddenly showed that Shang Hua's operation was over, the door of the operating room opened, and a doctor in a white coat came out.The cold sweat on Zheng Xinming's back covered his whole body in an instant, and his hands and feet began not to listen to him. He couldn't stand up at all and could only sit slumped on a chair.He couldn't hear what the doctor was saying, but vaguely heard the elder sister beside him crying, saying what can and what can be done.

The door of the operating room was opened again, and several nurses came out pushing the operating trolley. The person lying on it was covered with white cloth from head to toe. The white cloth was so dazzling that Zheng Xinming's eyes hurt.

For a long, long time, Zheng Xinming's ears were sometimes lively and sometimes quiet.Thanks to the help of Qi Jiang and the company's older sisters, Zheng Xinming only showed up when he needed to sign, and he stayed in the hotel at other times.

It was dark and dawn again, and Zheng Xinming was lying on the bed in a daze.Maybe Qi Jiang has been here, and on the coffee table by the window are the Shanghai Xiaoyang Shengjian, soybean milk fried dough sticks he once praised, and Shanghua's personal belongings from the scene of the car accident that he brought back from the traffic police.

Zheng Xinming stared at the transparent sealed bag, which contained Shang Hua's mobile phone, a bunch of car keys, a brown leather wallet, and the lighter he gave Shang Hua when they were in love.

He got up and went to the window, reached out and stroked the transparent bag, "It turns out that people disappear in this world, and this is all that remains." Zheng Xinming felt that the five senses rushed back to him in an instant, dizziness, dry eyes, chest tightness, Shortness of breath, pain everywhere.

He unconsciously grasped the transparent bag in his hand, and the turned off mobile phone was tightly pressed against his palm. "Would you like to open the phone and have a look?" He suddenly thought, "Maybe, there are messages left by Shang Hua in it?"

Zheng Xinming found the charger in his bag, charged the phone, sat on the soft chair by the coffee table, and stared at the screen of the phone that was slowly turning on.

First, there was a series of message reminders flipping up and down. Before Zheng Xin could read it carefully, the phone rang.There is no note on the call, and it shows a phone number in Shanghai.Is it Shang Hua's colleague in Shanghai?client?Or just a sales call?

Zheng Xinming connected the phone, and a young male voice came from a slightly hoarse voice, coquettishly saying: "Brother Dahua, why didn't you reply to me when you sent a WeChat message last night? It's cloudy these days, so don't water the pot of molan in the study." Oh! I'm off the night shift now, when will you pick me up?"

Zheng Xinming felt that his brain was a bit lacking, what did he say?What kind of orchids did he say not to water?What night shift?Brother Dahua? !Is it the big brother I understand?

"...Who are you looking for?"

"who are you?"

"This is Shang Hua's call."

"Is this Shang Hua's phone?"

The two said in unison.

. . . . . .

"Why is Brother Dahua's phone in your hand?"

"I'm his husband, who are you?" Zheng Xinming felt very bad, and didn't want to hear the vaguely premonitioned answer.

"Husband? What husband, how can I not know?" The phone was a little impatient, and the Shanghainese came out, "What the hell are you talking about? Just kidding!"

This is based on Shanghai dialect, and Zheng Xinming can still understand: "I am Shang Hua's officially married, registered and legally recognized husband. Who are you?"

"I...is Shang Hua there? I want to talk to him on the phone."

"...he died."

"Oh, how can Nong's mouth be so poisonous? I don't know if there is such a thing as Nong, Nong is just talking nonsense like this, with a vicious heart..."

Zheng Xinming hung up the phone directly, not wanting to hear the croaking noise of unknown origin.Press your right index finger to the fingerprint lock, and the phone will automatically open.When Shang Hua started using this phone, he also recorded his fingerprints in order to show his loyalty to him, but now it seems so ironic.

Click on the WeChat messages to check them one by one. Zheng Xinming's face darkens the more he looks. The person who sent the most messages is a person named Xiaoyu.

"Brother Dahua, why don't you reply to my message? I miss you so much. (blush) (blush) (blush)"

"Huahua, actually, I want to call you even more nasty, what should I call you?... (smirk)"

"Tonight, the food in the hospital cafeteria is so unpalatable! I want to eat the spicy chicken you made for me. (Hum with crooked mouth)"

"You just sent me to the hospital, did you have something to tell me? What is it? It's not what I thought, right?! (cover mouth and laugh)"

. . . . . .

Zheng Xinming's lungs were about to explode, and he quickly flipped up the conversation record, wanting to see when the pair of dogs and men started hooking up, but the date stayed on the 12th of last month and there was no record.

Seeing this date, Zheng Xinming suddenly remembered, isn't this the day when Shanghua returned to Qingdao for vacation last month and returned to Shanghai?Knowing that he never checked his phone, he still did it carefully.No wonder he turned off his mobile phone when he returned to Qingdao, and coaxed him that no one can disturb the time with his husband, liar!

After logging out of WeChat, Zheng Xinming found the call log and called back at the number just now, but the line was busy.

Zheng Xinming pinched his mobile phone angrily. He really never expected that everyone was gone, and he gave himself such a big green hat at the end. You still can't find someone to settle the score.

Is this going to be over?Can this matter be settled?

He felt that he could no longer be so aggrieved in the hotel. Whether it was Xiaoyu on the phone just now, or looking for Shanghua's secretary Qi Jiang, he must catch one today and ask him clearly.

When I first got up, I was dizzy and dazed, and I didn't eat or drink seriously for a few days, and my iron body couldn't bear it. "It's in vain that I can't eat or sleep well because of you, but you treat me like this!" Zheng Xinming thought bitterly, turning his grief and anger into appetite, and in a blink of an eye, fried fried dough sticks, fried dough sticks, and soy milk were swept away.

Knock knock!There is a knock on the door.

Zheng Xinming got up and went to Maoyan to have a look. It was Qi Jiang standing outside the door.It's so hard to find nowhere to go, but when you open the door, you can't say a word.

Behind Qi Jiang, there was a row of people standing - Shang Hua's parents, Director Zheng and Sister Juan of his family.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Mama Shang rushed up and hugged Zheng Xinming like a dam burst, crying loudly.

Sister Juan was not to be outdone at the back: "Mingming! My poor Mingming, woo woo woo!"

Ahhhhh!Zheng Xinming has mixed emotions in his heart at this time. Moms, half an hour ago, I really felt exactly the same as you, but now, who will take care of the prairie above my head? !