together for a moment

It was early morning when Zhao Yimu sat outside the operating room, and the days passed into a new day, but the night was boundless and endless, with no end in sight.

Uncle Zhang and Haozi accompanied him in the ambulance and accompanied him all the way to the hospital to help him with various procedures. Zhao Yimu didn't speak or feel the whole way, only the heartache was profound.Everything in front of me is like a phantom, only the mother lying on the stretcher is real.He kept hypnotizing himself in his heart, saying that nothing would happen, because he hadn't let his mother live a good life yet, thinking of this, his nose was sour. The good life his mother was looking forward to was nothing more than Tianzhang playing tricks on his grandson. Ruinously destroyed, what if... He didn't dare to think about what if, it was too terrible and he couldn't bear it.

Zhao Yimu couldn't help crying when he signed the consent form for the operation. Many small things that he thought he had forgotten in the torrent of time came to mind one by one.When he was a child, his mother took him to the cram school, clasped his little hands with big hands, and hummed softly English nursery rhymes. The strings were engraved in his life, and he would never forget them in his life.If it was a cold winter morning like this, he would open his eyes in the aroma of beef soup. The dim light on the dining table and the figure of his mother standing in front of the stove would be the ordinary but happy appearance in his memory.And when he was a child, his mother carefully checked his homework every day, and only after confirming that it was correct would he carefully sign the contact book.

Thinking about how he got here in his life, it was all built by his mother silently and diligently with his youth. When he was clamoring for his love and freedom, did he ever think about the freedom his mother paid for him?What qualifications does he have to ask his mother to understand him and agree with him?

His mother signed the contact book to check his future, but the first time he signed for his mother was on the consent form for surgery. After all, he had never been able to do anything for his mother, and she was so worried and sad.Zhao Yimu's tears couldn't be stopped, and he fell into a huge and painful self-blame. There is no repayment for the kindness of nurturing, why couldn't he bear to say something nice to coax her, and he insisted on making this kind of situation. Condition?

Zhao Yimu was sitting on a plastic chair outside the operating room, curled up on his lap, his sleeves and trousers had already been soaked with tears but still bubbling out. Since he dated Nick, he was as disturbed as he was happy, too much The unknown and the pressure piled up into a whole dark cloud in my heart, and when I couldn't bear it, it turned into tears.

Haozi bought hot coffee and sat beside Zhao Yimu, patted him on the shoulder: "I added sugar to this cup, drink it, it will make you feel better."

Zhao Yimu just shook his head without saying a word, silently refusing, he didn't have the courage to look up and face the world.

"Mu Mu, drink something hot, this night is still very long." Zhao Yimu saw Uncle Zhang's shoes stopped in front of him, and the elder's tone was so calm, "Don't worry, Tang Tang's blood pressure and blood sugar are a little high, Get stimulated and poke over, I will accompany you here and wait for her to come out, nothing will happen." Uncle Zhang took the coffee from Haozi's hand, and said: "Haozi, you have to go to work tomorrow, go home and sleep, I will Stay here with Mumu."

"Uncle Zhang, you should go back too," Zhao Yimu said in a thick nasal voice with his head hanging down, his eyes were swollen beyond words, and his words were all cobbled together, "I can just stay here by myself."

"My old man can't sleep for a few hours a day, just taking a nap during the day is enough," Uncle Zhang didn't care, the deep and shallow folds on his face seemed to be able to carry tens of thousands of things, "I'm here to give If you run errands, there is someone you can discuss with if you have anything to do.”

"But..." Zhao Yimu hesitated, after all, Uncle Zhang was also getting old.

"Don't worry about it anymore, I'll leave my dad to you," Haozi yawned and put on his coat, explaining the facts: "He is a veteran who participated in the Vietnam War, his body is stronger than mine, and he didn't sleep all night. Go jogging and swimming tomorrow as usual. I'll go back first, call if you need it, don't be polite to me." After speaking, he put his hands in his pockets and floated away.

After Haozi left, Uncle Zhang stuffed the coffee into Zhao Yimu's palm, it was warm and warm, he raised his head and took a sip, and swallowed it with tears, salty, bitter and bitter, but in the end it was again on the back of his tongue Taste a little bit of sweetness, the feeling of bitterness and sweetness, I hope his life can be like this.

After drinking a full cup of coffee, Zhao Yimu finally stopped being so depressed. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his face. During this period, Uncle Zhang sat beside him, did not speak comforting words or made any noises, but just accompanied him, letting him know that he was so desperate on such a night. Not alone.

"Uncle Zhang, thank you." Zhao Yimu really thanked him.

"Why are you polite? Neighbors have met every day for 20 years, and they are considered half of the family." Uncle Zhang rubbed his head, "In my eyes, you and Haozi will always be children, and being with children is what I am most happy about. "

"Uncle Zhang, have you... ever been disappointed with Haozi?" Zhao Yimu choked up again.

"Because he is my son, of course I have expectations for him. It's normal to have expectations that fail. But this is not disappointment." Seeing Zhao Yimu's puzzled face, Uncle Zhang sighed with a smile, "So I said , you are still children.”

Uncle Zhang looked at the silver moon hanging high in the night sky outside the window, and remembered the turbulent era decades ago. He was hungry and cold in the wilderness where the beacon fires were extinguished in a foreign land. In the ditch, he was accompanied by such a bright and bright moon.

"Veterans like us who survived on the battlefield, as long as they live a day, they earn a day. There is nothing to be disappointed." Uncle Zhang turned his face and showed him a sunken scar extending from the corner of his eye to the root of his hair. / If I play it a little more, my life will come to an end at the age of 18.”

"My parents died early, and my elder brother died on the battlefield, all alone. I thought I had no fear in facing death," said Uncle Zhang. I want to live, I want to see the sun again tomorrow, I want to drink a bowl of hot soup and eat a bite of meat, I want to fall in love if I can, I am not willing to die before feeling happiness.”

"Because I don't want to give up, I have been working hard to live. As long as I live, there will be hope." Uncle Zhang squeezed his shoulder, "Although I don't know what you are arguing about, this is life, Mu Mu, there will be hope and there will be hope." There is a loss, and you can't please everyone."

"But..." Zhao Yimu sniffled, "My mother may never forgive me."

"Maybe or maybe not, I don't know," Uncle Zhang smiled, "But you haven't tried hard enough to make her understand, so why jump to conclusions?"

"Do you think she will understand?" Zhao Yimu wanted to hear some hope.

"Mu Mu, Uncle Zhang can't coax people, I can't give you the answer you want, I'm not Tang Tang," Uncle Zhang patted him on the back, "but I think it's too early to give up now, really."

When the lights in the operating room were turned off, the doctor came out and asked in a muffled voice with a mask on, "Is it Tang Qing's family?"

Zhao Yimu jumped up and stood up, his legs gave way a little too violently, Uncle Zhang quickly helped him up, and the two walked quickly to the doctor to inquire about the situation.

"The patient's coronary arteries were sclerotic and narrowed due to high blood pressure. He just had an urgent cardiac catheterization examination. He performed balloon dilatation in the coronary artery where the blood flow was blocked due to the accumulation of atherosclerotic plaque. Seriously, the current situation has stabilized." The doctor spoke a bunch of proper nouns without panting, "I will be hospitalized for observation for a week, and I may arrange some tests. Later, the nurse will take you to fill out the form for admission. ,Do you have any other questions?"

Basically, what Zhao Yimu really listened to was "the current condition has stabilized" and "hospitalization for a week". Of course, there will be no problem with the other parts that Zhao Yimu didn't hear. Zhao Yimu bowed to the doctor several times to thank him, thinking The Living Bodhisattva is nothing more than that, but the Living Bodhisattva in the hospital still has a lot of reports to write after the operation, and he has no time to listen to the words of thanks, so he hurriedly left after saying "this is what I should do".

After finishing the program and helping his mother settle in the ward, Zhao Yimu called a car to take Uncle Zhang back to rest, and it was already two o'clock in the morning when he returned to the ward. The hustle and bustle of the previous day had ended, and the dawn of this day had not yet arrived. Time and space seemed to be condensed in the ward Here, tonight's accident was caught off guard. Zhao Yimu still had color on his face and didn't take a shower. He was extremely embarrassed, but when he curled up his feet and lay on the folding bed and looked at Tang Qing, he felt extremely contented.

After going through the storm all night, Zhao Yimu didn't feel sleepy at all in this quiet moment, so he just thought about what to do next?

Tomorrow, I will ask the company for a few days off, and then... I have to actively find another way of life.

"You can join this company because of my recommendation"

What Lin Zongpei said last night still rings in my ears. This multinational company has a good reputation and high salary, and job vacancies are always in demand. What kind of mentality did Lin Zongpei have when he came to him?Is it because the classmates had a close friendship back then and wanted to be colleagues together again?Or do you think this position is suitable for people who have both law and accounting majors?Or it was Fei Shui's mentality of not revealing to outsiders, because he believed that he was the future brother-in-law, so he recommended his family to fill the vacancy.

It's better to resign. He doesn't want to climb high and owe favors. It's great to go back to file criminal and civil lawsuits and continue to do his part for the troubles in the world. Although he has lost some of the glamor, this is his original intention of studying law.

Work matters are easy to decide, but emotional matters are not so simple.

Zhao Yimu turned over and stared at the ceiling, and painted Nick's face on the whitewashed wall. The first thing that came to mind was his smiling face, the light and sly emotion in his heart, so familiar but every time he saw him Still heartbroken, he initially wanted to be friends with Nick as a traveling companion, to share the beauty of the sky with him from a distance, and to watch him laugh freely.But people are not satisfied. They want to touch when they see it, and want to have it when they are within reach. They think arrogantly that they can promise him happiness, but now they realize that they are all beyond their control.

Just outside the operating room, all thoughts were lost, and at a certain moment he even had the idea of ​​giving up.

Zhao Yimu once vowed that he could do better than Lian Jueliang. He would not show his courage to confront the family head-on. He would take it step by step, first expressing his attitude that he did not want to get married, and then often bringing Nick to the house to get acquainted with his mother. Talk about flowers and plants, joking, such a good boy, my mother will definitely like him...

None of these scenarios are now possible.

Thinking of this, tears rolled silently from the corners of his eyes again.

In the few hours before the dawn, Zhao Yimu was full of melancholy and blurred in reality and dreams. Many scenes were swirling in his mind, about his mother, about Nick, who he loved the most in his life.

He was awakened by a flash of golden light. The heavy curtains in the ward were not drawn properly, and there was a gap through which the morning light came in and hit his face.

Zhao Yimu narrowed his eyes, blocked the light with his palms, but couldn't help but peek at Chaoyang through his fingers.

A new day has begun again, as long as you are alive and can see the sun, there is hope.

Uncle Zhang was right, it was too early to give up now, Zhao Yimu thought, he had to work harder for himself, Nick and his mother.

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