three years old

Ning Xi has been in good health since she was a child, she rarely went to the hospital, and her family didn't worry too much about it.

What impressed him the most when he was a child was the time when his father passed away, but now that he stepped into the hospital again, and found the inpatient department, he was greeted with the smell of disinfectant in his nasal cavity, and even the ward was full of flowers. Can't hide that breath.

He pushed open the door and ran into the aunt who came out to take out the trash. He didn't shout, but his eyes were fixed on his mother on the hospital bed.

"Ouch, Ning Xi is here," the aunt's golden-brown curly hair, which had not been done for a long time, made her look haggard. She was still holding a peeled grape with her fingertips, and when she saw Ning Xi, she was about to stuff it into his mouth. "You come in first, your mother is asleep."

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

Moving forward a few steps, Ning Xi spat out the grapes on a paper towel, folded them up and threw them into the trash can, with a "bang".

The aunt turned to look at him, and Ning Xi just said, "Thank you, aunt, I can't eat it."

He didn't have much contact with the relatives around him, but after being admitted to a good university, there were a few more for no reason who came to ask for warmth. The relatives on his mother's side were not very familiar, and he gritted his teeth since he was a child. For the elders, it is inevitable to be cramped, so I found a bench and sat down.

The aunt must have been bored for a long time, and it was rare that a junior came to sit with her, found pears to peel, talked while peeling, and handed the medical records to Ning Xi. He struggled to read, and the aunt told him one by one...

He felt a little bit that the aunt on the phone was not the same as the person sitting here, and he didn't feel that he was too painful. He felt awkward when he was overly cared for. He quietly stopped talking, held a pear in his hand, and waited for his mother wake.

It was almost three or four in the afternoon when the doctor came to change the dressing and removed the bedding and woolen cap that covered half of the patient's face on the bed. Only then did Ning Xi see clearly that her mother had shaved her hair and was still sleeping and not waking up.

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

He plays ball, runs, has excellent grades, almost all-round development of morality, intelligence, physical education, art and labor. His grades must be No. 1, and he must be an mvp in golf. What's more, he can't stand still, he can only choose to run as hard as he can, to ride mountains and rivers, to embrace his life with all his strength.

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

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

Ning Xi buttoned up her clothes, and whispered to the woman who was eating sunflower seeds: "Auntie, I'll come back tomorrow."

He almost ran out of the inpatient department, went down the stairs and stood under a tree for a while, the cold wind whizzed by, blowing the leaves on the branches, Ning Xi remembered the phrase "the tree wants to be quiet but the wind doesn't stop", The next sentence is no longer willing to think about it.

While growing up desperately, he lost desperately at the same time.

Feeling cold all over, Ning Xi wanted to touch the cigarette in his pocket, but also thought that this was a hospital, so he walked forward with a sullen head, completely anxious to escape from this place.

Until he walked for a while, he saw a person standing at the entrance of the outpatient department, drinking milk to about 1.8 meters seven, with a blue school uniform, a pair of sneakers and boots on his feet, and no schoolbag, looking around.

Ning Xi seemed to be groping in the dark all day, but now the sudden appearance of Xing Cheng, like a beam of light, completely lit up his front.

The flow of people at the entrance of the hospital was extremely heavy. He walked through the crowd and ran a few steps forward, stood still, reached out to pat Xing Cheng's shoulder, and hugged him tightly when he turned around.

"Run."

"Brother, say it."

Xing Cheng heard Ning Xi lower his voice, a little hoarse, put his hand on his arm, and said: "I will give my mother the money I saved to rent a house in Beijing."

"It's okay," Xingcheng replied without thinking, "These things should be undertaken by the two of us together."

Seeing that Ning Xi buried her head and said nothing, he stretched out his hands to rub, pinch Ning Xi's soft nape, "You can't escape the pain of old age and illness."

Ning Xi's face was stuffy at the collar of his school uniform: "I will too."

"I will too." Xing Cheng followed him, "But, I hope you only experience the first two."

Ning Xi quickly pinched his mouth, "No."

Xing Cheng smiled, a bit 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 consolingly: "Then, don't ask for the same year." Born in the same month and the same day, but please..."

"But please buy two more bottles of red pomegranate soda on the same day in the same year, and drink together until the sunset and sunset are endlessly drunk."

Ning Xi finished speaking in a calm voice, her throat was choked.

He couldn't say anything more.

Who doesn't want to prolong life, just want to live a long life with you.

Closing his eyes, Ning Xi didn't say this, he couldn't imagine how "absurd" he would be if he didn't have the rest of his life.

On the way home by bus, they found the last seat in the row, and they let Ning Xi sit by the window. Their shoulders followed the bumpy road, shaking, ups and downs, Finally bumped together.

Xing Cheng squeezed towards him, Ning Xi understood, turned slightly sideways, and half leaned on each other.

He turned his face to look at the scene outside the window, and realized that he had just confessed his life for a short time.

It was given to those creepers behind the courtyard wall of the community, and it was given to that little brother who was playing tricks in front of him.

Ning Xi didn't ask that day, how did he find this place, did Ying Yuchen tell you that my mother was sick, did she skip class, did she get caught and reprimanded when she went back... Or, you waited for me here how long.

How long have you been waiting for me in this place full of hope and despair, in the harsh winter?

He began to run to his mother every morning, and occasionally bought some fruit there. The aunt took some money from Ning Xi privately, and was more willing to help take care of it.

There is still very little communication between the mother and the child, and the mother doesn't like to talk too much, she just often lies on the bed with her eyes closed, asking Ning Xi if the flowers of the Qin family on the fifth floor are blooming this year.

Ning Xi was also good, she tried to tuck in the airtight quilt over and over again, and said it was open, and her mother asked if it was open in winter, Ning Xi said, it was also open.

He was sleepy after returning from the hospital, and he still went to Shizhong to meet with Xingcheng every day, and occasionally brought him some drinks, Xingcheng would be happy, and said that he could find a little bit of the feeling of I chase you back then.

Now that his guts have grown fat again, Xing Cheng squeezed his face: "I chased you until the windows almost collapsed. I was thinking at that time, why don't you like me?"

Ning Xi bared him mercilessly: "Because you're an idiot."

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

This year's Spring Festival came very quickly. On the 29th of the new year, Xing Cheng rushed down from the second floor to the first floor, busy knocking on Ning Xi's door, and when he opened it, Xing Cheng walked around with Ning Xi in his arms. Look at it and look at it, "My parents like it when I look at it today!"

"What's wrong?" Ning Xi was still a little dazed, "What's wrong with uncles and aunts?"

Walking in the corridor, turned on the lights, pinched the fingertips hidden under the cuffs of his sweater, and said, "My parents asked you to go upstairs for a reunion dinner."

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

Xing Cheng asked tentatively, "Are you going to the hospital to accompany your aunt tomorrow?"

Ning Xi nodded, fearing that Xing Cheng wanted to go with him, so he quickly changed his shoes and was dragged upstairs.

He hasn't come to Xingcheng's house for a while, and when he is seated, he sits upright on the bench, watching Xingcheng's father drinking a big bowl of tea, and answering questions one by one, most of which are about college life .

The four gathered around a round table, and Xing Cheng's mother served Ning Xi a bowl of rice soup, her smile was still the same as Ning Xi's memory, "You loved to drink when you were young, and Xing Cheng liked to show off, and you ate something delicious outside to attract people." hatred!"

After she finished speaking, Ning Xi took Mi Tang over and said with a smile: "Xing Cheng is also very good when he grows up, which is enviable."

Halfway through the meal, Ning Xi was helping to arrange the dishes and pick up the vegetables on the table. Seeing Xing Cheng's chest was full of panic, he raised his eyes to see his brother's expression, it was clear that he had completely let go of his usual "airframes" That layer of protective film, seriously wants to get close.

There was a "snap" sound when the chopsticks hit the wall of the bowl. Xing Cheng's father frowned tightly and remained silent, while Ning Xi called out "Uncle Xing" almost at the same time.

In his life, there are only a handful of moments to deal with the elders, not to mention the words "uncle" and "aunt" are intimate words for him. Now he cares about the attitude of his parents and left the bowl With the chopsticks on the table, he didn't dare to touch the dishes anymore, so Mama Xingcheng and Xingcheng also stopped.

"I can't eat anymore," Xing Cheng's father raised his head and finished the tea in the big bowl. He stood up and took off the thick cotton coat on the hanger, "Let's go."

He stood up straight and waved his hands, "Xing Cheng, let's take Ning Xi outside to eat better."

On a winter night, it is rare to have a clear and bright evening scene here, the sky is as light as water, the moon hangs on the tip, and the neon lights of the city reflect the smudged purple red.

The Hummer h2 driven by Xingcheng's father drove smoothly past Binjiang East Road, where they used to ride most, and turned his head to look at the Funan River. Ning Xi also followed his gaze, only seeing the sparkling water on the river , there are a few street lights that are not very bright.

Parents were still sitting in front, Xing Cheng dragged Ning Xi's palm over and wrote on it with his fingertips.

During the whole process, Ning Xi closed her eyes and did not fall asleep, her mind was on the palm of her hand, feeling something inexplicable in Xing Cheng's gestures.

Finally, I came to a conclusion, just three words: another year.

After that, many years have passed by in a hurry. Every New Year’s Eve, there is no snow in Chengdu. Ning Xi still remembers the first two years between him and Xingcheng, crazy and confused. At that time, he was the youngest with him. .

After going to the hospital that year, Ning Xi returned home exhausted.

That is, in the early morning of the first day of the Lunar New Year, perhaps because Xing Cheng still remembered the stupid things he did when he was a child, he hugged a small bouquet of flowers and stood at the door of Ning Xi's house for him, "The language of flowers is forget-me-not."

Ning Xi got a little more energetic: "Is this what you are good at?"

Cheng Cheng turned into a black rose out of nowhere, inserted it in the middle of the bunch of flowers, and said, "It's just me."

One of a kind, one in a million.