No.70 days

At 12:20 noon, the plane landed at Jiangbei Airport on time.

There was a couple sitting beside him, in a trance, Shao Wu heard the girl say to the boy, I forgot to wish you a happy new year.

Happy New Year?Only then did Shao Wu realize that today is the first day of the new year.From seeing Zhu Jingjing’s WeChat at [-] o’clock last night, to buying a flight to Chongqing at [-] o’clock in the morning, to packing his luggage and taking the first intercity train to Guangzhou, to boarding the plane, to this time—— Looking out of the window, I saw many passenger planes parked side by side. There was no sun, and the sky was dull white, as if a thin layer of frost had condensed.

Passengers got up one after another, took their luggage, made phone calls, and crowded towards the exit, with the rustling sound of cloth rubbing against each other.Shao Wu picked up his backpack and walked down the gangway with the flow of people. The damp and cold air instantly soaked his jacket and jeans.

The body of the shuttle bus reads: ILOVEGQING

chongqing.

Shao Wu was stunned for a second, and finally understood that he was back.

He came back, from the sunny beach to the rainy Chongqing, he finally had a reason to come back, and the reason turned out to be his mother's illness.No, it's not as simple as "sickness", it's - he didn't even dare to think of that word.There is still a long way to go back to Yongchuan from Chongqing, so he has to calm down.

But during the ten hours of non-stop running, that word has been repeated in his mind over and over again.

cancer.

Don't know what cancer is -- but what cancer is good?Breast cancer, cervical cancer, stomach cancer, liver cancer, bone cancer... He thought about it one by one, and felt that there were arrows shooting through his chest, stomach, liver bones... all.

The middle-aged man behind him was on the phone, using the Chongqing dialect that he was not familiar with: "I said it, don't urge, don't urge—the bang is so fast! It's only at night!"

"Hey, I want to have lunch, and then go to catch the high-speed rail! It's the high-speed rail from Chongqing to Chengdu... Hey, my friend... it's just... Definitely!"

A few minutes later, Shao Wu arrived at the Jiangbei Airport terminal.

An hour and a half later, Shao Wu took the Airport Express and arrived at Shapingba Station.

If it wasn't for the middle-aged man's phone call, he wouldn't even know that the Chengdu-Chongqing high-speed railway has been opened. December 2015, 12, today is exactly the seventh day of the opening.The high-speed rail stops in Yongchuan, from Shapingba Station to Yongchuan East Station, the whole journey takes 26 minutes, and the special class seat is 19 yuan.When he saw the words "Yongchuan East" on the blue ticket, Shao Wu felt as if all his strength had been drained.In the waiting hall where people come and go, he felt that he wanted to cry, but he couldn't cry.

He got on the high-speed train, got off the high-speed train, and took a taxi to the hospital. He remembered the last time he hurried to the hospital. It was Yang Shuyi's father-in-law who had a car accident. He ran wildly under the scorching sun until he almost collapsed. Only when he arrived at the hospital did he find out that his father-in-law had passed away.

What about this time?What is the result waiting for him this time?

The phone kept ringing, there were WeChats from the boss, WeChats from colleagues, Zhu Jingjing asking where he was, and Chen Yimang asking for money.He replied to WeChat one by one, and when the taxi was getting closer and closer to the hospital, he repeatedly warned himself not to lose the chain.

No matter what the result is waiting for him, he must not lose the chain.

The driver looked at him while paying and said, "Ouch, your lips are bleeding."

I raised my hand to wipe it, and it was indeed bleeding, and the chapped lips scratched the back of my hand, and it even hurt a little.Shao Wu took a deep breath and said, "Thank you."

Then he turned around and rushed into the inpatient department. When he reached the nurse's station on the second floor, he couldn't hear whether his voice was hoarse: "Hello, which ward is Wu Yan in?"

"Wu Yan," the nurse clicked the mouse, then looked up at him again, "who are you?"

"I am her son."

"Oh," and then she actually showed a gentle smile, "You and your mother look very similar——2203, just go straight to the end this way."

Shao Wu nodded, followed the direction she pointed, and walked towards the end of the corridor.He even forgot to ask the nurse what disease Wu Yan had.

After three o'clock in the afternoon, it was very quiet.

The door of the ward was open with a narrow gap, it was a room for four people, one bed was empty, the old man was lying on two beds, and the bed next to the door was Wu Yan.She was lying on her side with her back to Shao Wu, wearing a light green hospital gown, her hair had been cut short—is it because of chemotherapy?

It has been a full year and a half since I left home in the summer of 2014.He stayed in Guangdong for a year and a half, barely knowing how time passed.

It wasn't until this moment that he suddenly saw the trace of time. It was a machete, which had cut Wu Yan's body thin and thin. It was only a year and a half. How could it be like this? He told them in the ward that afternoon When she came out of the closet, Wu Yan pulled his collar and asked him why, her hands were so strong at that time, she was so angry that she could even cry...why?She is obviously the vigorous and vigorous principal of the kindergarten, the fashionable aunt who buys Zhu Jingjing a coat, and the mother who seems to never grow old.

Shao Wu stood in front of the ward, unable to make a sound, staring at Wu Yan unprepared, not knowing how time passed, as if his memory of Wu Yan was still in high school, and he stumbled home on the night of the 5 earthquake , Wu Yan is cooking.It seemed that no matter when he came home, Wu Yan was always there, and when the sky fell, she was always there too.Then, then time rushed on her and bit her, she was thinner, her hair was short, and she was huddled alone on the hospital bed-she was so old.

Time was eating her slowly, and he didn't know it.

His throat was so heavy that he couldn't make a sound, Shao Wu's lips trembled, and he still couldn't say "Mom" for an unknown period of time.

Until the nurse came over pushing the cart, she let out a "hey" and then whispered, "What's wrong with you?"

The door of the ward was pushed open, and Wu Yan turned her head when she heard the sound, and saw her youngest son standing at the door, his hair was messed up, and he was wearing a pitifully thin jacket on a day when the temperature was only 3°C. His eyes were red and tears were streaming down his face. full face.

Wu Yan was also stunned. For several seconds, the other two elderly people were still sleeping, and the nurse looked at the mother and child suspiciously.

"……mom."

Finally, he called her.

"You still know to come back?" She bluffed for a second, and then she also shed tears: "Yaoer, come here quickly, mommy has a look."

Two 10 minutes later.

The nurse went out and walked around, then came back, and said helplessly, "You are exactly the same as your brother."

Shao Wu sobbed, "My brother?"

"Wang Yujun is back," Wu Yan stroked Shao Wu's hair, and said softly, "When you see me, cry before you say anything... just like you. Hey."

Grinning so loudly, blood oozes again from the chapped wound on his lips, and his mouth smells of bitter rust.Shao Wu didn't care about the wound, bit his lip hard, and forced himself to ask: "Mom, you... what's wrong with you?"

He is ready, no matter what kind of cancer, he will accompany his mother to treat the illness, and he will not fall down.

"It's an old problem," Wu Yan sighed softly. "My uterine fibroids have grown again. After the examination, the doctor told me to remove the uterus."

Shao Wu was stunned for a moment: "Isn't it cancer?"

"The fibroids will be tested after they are taken out," the nurse added, "But uterine fibroids are usually minor problems, so don't worry too much. Originally, our director didn't want to remove your mother's uterus because she is about to go through menopause. Well, but..."

Shao Wu grabbed Wu Yan's wrist violently, ignoring the tears on his own face, and asked again: "Is it cancer?"

"No," Wu Yan frowned, "Oh, I can't invite you back if it's not cancer, right?"

"I thought--"

"Shao Wu?"

Shao Wu turned his head and saw Wang Yujun standing at the door.

If he hadn't already known that he was back, Shao Wu would hardly have recognized him.

He was completely different from the Shamat in his memory. Wang Yujun shaved his head short, and he couldn't see any accessories on his ears or neck. He was wearing a blue down jacket and carried a plastic bag in his hand, which probably contained packed food. , with milky white steam.

"Brother..." Shao Wu turned his head back again, and continued to ask Wu Yan: "Then what's the matter with your hair, why is it short?"

"I couldn't wash my hair for a few days after the operation, so I thought it would be more convenient to cut it short." Wu Yan looked at her two sons and smiled. "Your brother and I will go cut it together. We can get a discount for the two of us."