Zi Feiyu

It was the next afternoon that Gu Chen went to find the white cat.A dark and dirty corner was covered with messy ropes, and the white cat's neck was hanging on the messy ropes, and the corpse was rotten.

Gu Chen freed the white cat with a large black plastic bag in his hand, packed it, and took it away.Whether it is human or animal, death, more or less, always has some regrets.

The dumpling shop is not open, and the man has been away for a few days.Gu Chen chanted a mantra to enter the dumpling shop, and chanted a mantra to find the soul of the little milk cat boiled by a man.The soul of the little milk cat floated out of the soup pot, and a wisp of black smoke circled the white cat on the ground.The white cat's soul moved its head, separated from its body, crawled out, and licked the little milk cat's head.One big and one small, one white and one black, look at the dumpling shop, look at Gu Chen, and finally turn around and disappear.Gu Chen bent down to pack the white cat's body again, left the dumpling shop, and found a place to bury it outdoors, where the white cat often lived.

He cast a spell for the white cat and poured the wine made by Lao Xie.The wine that guides the way, whatever you want to do in the next life, you can lead to whichever way.Born as a human being, born as a thing, a glass of sake, think about it, and go by yourself.

He took care of the kitten and went to the hospital again.The little boy's illness had worsened and he was admitted to the Children's Hospital, and the little boy's mother was still lying in the general hospital.And the little boy's father and the woman's husband don't know where they went.Gu Chen stood at the door of the Children's Intensive Care Unit, watching the little boy lying on the crib coughing.A young male doctor was sweating anxiously. He called another senior doctor at the nurse's desk, saying that the situation had suddenly changed.The little nurse held the little boy's hand, and comforted him like a mother comforting a child: "Is it uncomfortable? Don't be afraid. Auntie is here. Auntie is holding your hand."

Of the medical staff coming in and out, none of them could see Gu Chen.Gu Chen folded his arms and leaned against the door of the intensive care unit, facing his head, exhaled, and then left.Before leaving, he heard the little nurse say, "Quick, look, it seems to be stable."

Gu Chen left the children's hospital and drove to another hospital.He did not enter the ward, but sat on the roof of the fourth floor.Sitting with him was a 40-year-old sickly woman.

A weak woman named Zhang Ping lived in the palliative care ward on the second floor of this hospital in rotation for two years.Stomach cancer was detected more than two years ago, and it was still at an advanced stage.Zhang Ping said that what she was most reluctant to part with was her mother.Yet seven days ago, she died.

Zhang Ping handed a letter to Gu Chen, and she said, "My mother wrote it. It hasn't been easy for her these two years."

During the narrow escape three months ago, Zhang Ping saw Gu Chen appear beside her hospital bed. She thought it was the god of death who came to pick her up, but it turned out not to be.When she woke up she saw her mother sitting beside her bed, holding her hand, not crying but smiling.

Gu Chen opened the letter paper, which read:

I was in the hospital that day to help your dad pack his luggage.The doctor told me the precautions after going home.I said, I knew it was fine.In fact, I don't think so, after all, your father's illness is not optimistic.I'm very scared, afraid that after your father is sent to the hospital this time, he won't be able to get out.I didn't dare to say it, after all, it was too unlucky.But your dad doesn't seem very happy.

I asked: "What's wrong?"

Your dad said: "Why didn't Pingping come. If Pingping doesn't come, I won't go home."

I laughed at him: "You're not old enough to pretend to be a child." But when I thought about it, we got married late, and when I gave birth to you, I was already thirty, and your father was one year older than me.Almost seventy, it is indeed possible to act like a baby with children.

I explained: "Pingping is in class. She has a lot of students, so she will go home after work, okay?"

As soon as I said this, I felt like the mother of this old child.I couldn't help but laughed out loud.

Your dad looked at me with two big eyes blinking, as if he was watching a joke.He jokingly said, "What are you laughing at? I'm older than you. I can't be a mother."

I said, "Okay, okay, you know me best."

We have been together for so many years, your dad really understands me.When your father was young, he was not very talkative and had an introverted personality.But I know that your dad actually has a lot of truths.Especially when I'm with you.

I remember that your dad had just been transferred back to the city and was waiting to arrange work.Coincidentally, I worked as a teacher in elementary school after graduation.And your dad's job happened to be in my school.Your dad is more knowledgeable and learned than me, and he teaches a higher grade than me.Still so handsome.There are many single female teachers who chased after your dad at school, but he didn't agree to any of them.Later I asked your dad why you were with me.

Your dad said, "Because you're stupid."

Come to think of it, the question I asked was silly enough.How can I ask why your dad is with me?Doesn't it appear that he is noble and I am humble.I choked on him: "It was very foggy that day, so I covered my eyes and looked crookedly."

Your father covered my eyes with his hand and said, "I said you are stupid, but you still don't believe me. If you are blindfolded, your heart won't. When we are with you, we are together." Then he held my hand again, Cover his chest.

I was so frightened that I froze, trembling, and broke away from his hand.In fact, I am not nervous, maybe, I am really nervous.

Thinking of this, your dad tugged at my sleeve and said, "The phone is ringing, see if it's from Pingping."

Trembling, I opened the bag on the bedside table, took out the phone, and saw that it was really you calling.You said you couldn't come to the hospital and asked my uncle to pick us up. You should be downstairs and call.I said yes, got it.

Your dad held my wrist and asked, "What's wrong?"

I said, "Pingping said, uncle is here to pick us up."

Your dad said, "No, I asked what happened to your hand."

I looked down at my hanging hand, which was still trembling.I held your father's hand tremblingly: "It's okay. I remembered the past."

Your dad said: "Look, I'll call you stupid."

As I said that, I held my hand in his palm and rubbed it lightly, as if saying don't think about it, your wife is right in front of you.

I smiled and helped him out of bed by the way.

When we left the ward, my uncle came.He seemed to be running in a hurry, out of breath.He said, "Dad, I'm late."

Your dad said: "It's okay, just come."

Finally, my uncle drove us back.

I cooked several of your favorite dishes that night.Your dad is sitting on the sofa watching TV.Uncle is very busy. He went to pick up your daughter from your daughter's middle school, and after that, he went to pick you up from your school.When you came, your father was asleep.I covered him with a blanket and he woke up again.When he sees you coming, he is happy.

That night, the four of us wished your dad a happy birthday together.

Your dad said: "If we can be together, we will be happy."

I remember that night, your face was not good.When you left, I asked you if you wanted to stay.You didn't agree and left anyway.That day, for some reason, my eyelids kept twitching.I heard people say that the left eye jumps for money and the right eye jumps for disaster, but both of my eyelids are jumping.I asked your dad, "Is there something wrong with my eyes?"

Your dad said, "You think too much."

As a result, my uncle called me the next day and said you were sick.I said, is it the teacher's occupational disease?

My uncle's voice suddenly sank: "Stomach cancer...in the advanced stage. Xiaoping doesn't know yet. Mom, come and see her."

I didn't say a word, tears flowed all over my face.I dare not let your father see, so I can only hide in the room and cry.I don't know what your dad is doing in the living room. I seem to hear him say: Where did you put the cotton shoes that Pingping bought for me last time?

I dried my tears with a paper towel. The old man always had a lot of tears, and they were always easy to dry.I went out and said to your dad: "I'll go out for a while, you are at home, wait for me."

Your dad seemed to know something, he asked, "Did something happen?"

I said, "No, what can I do. I'm going to buy vegetables, what do you want to eat?"

Your dad sat on the sofa with his head bowed, hugging the coat you gave him yesterday.I went out, and he didn't say a word.In fact, your dad should know, but I can only pretend that he doesn't know and choose not to tell him.You also know that his illness is also at an advanced stage.

A reincarnation, life and death.At your father's age, if he really left, it would be too early.But you are still so young.I always feel sorry for you.The care given to you always seems to be not enough.But you always tell us with a smile: "All parents in the world feel that they don't care enough for their children. But children give less to their parents."

When I came to the hospital, you were laughing too. You smiled and said, "Mom, you're here."

I know you just cried because there are still tears in the corners of your eyes, so you should also know that you are sick.But we were in the ward, and no one mentioned the disease.We talked about you when you were young, about your father, and talked a lot, and finally, we talked until you fell asleep.

I went back that night, and it was my uncle and your daughter who stayed with you.Actually I don't want to go.But both ends are people I can't rest assured.And beside you, there are uncle and daughter, but beside your father, there is only me.

The day your father left was a month after you were hospitalized.During that time, he was getting thinner and thinner.I run at both ends and cry every day.But I know that your father chose to go to the final extinction of life at home because this home has the warmest breath of our family.He wanted to bid farewell to the people he was most reluctant to part with before leaving, but he still regretted it.A reincarnation, life and death, has a beginning and an end, even if you regret it, you can only regret it.

Uncle presided over your father's funeral.After the funeral, he asked me if he wanted to take me back.I said, I want to see you.

You live in a hospice hospital. This hospital only relieves your pain when you are about to leave. You still have two months to live, and in this month, everyone has lost weight.Uncle was originally a tall man, but now his cheeks are sunken.The same goes for your daughter, I wrap my callused and wrinkled hands around her.She held back her tears for a long time, because of my actions, she cried so hard that she couldn't make a sound.I pulled her out, I was afraid that her crying would wake you up.She cried and said, "Grandma, what should I do."

When she cried, my tears followed.

Yes, what to do, what to do.

But we all waited for a miracle, and you survived the three-month period the doctor announced.I go to see you every day, talk to you every day, and take the soup from home to the hospital every day.You are very optimistic, you never cry in front of me, and if you don't cry, I won't cry either.I don't know how you look at these things at your age, maybe you just don't want to make people who care about you sad.But your optimism allowed you to live for another three months after three months. We are grateful for your optimism and your strength.

But when there are many miracles, people will become greedy.During your transfer and hospitalization in the past two years, I thought, how wonderful it is for you to recover, and how good it is for you to survive. I want to hurt you and find your father for you.However, the miracle ended like this.You walked very peacefully that day.You were pushed into the palliative care ward by nurses and doctors. My uncle and your daughter were waiting at the door. Neither of us spoke. No one spoke.

Gu Chen folded the letter paper and folded it into a paper airplane.Zhang Ping looked down at the downstairs, family members coming in and out, patients coming in and out, life and death, coming in and out.

Gu Chen sighed: "I'll go to your tomb to burn incense for you, you can go."

Speaking, the paper airplane flew out.But Zhang Ping disappeared.

The reason why Zhang Ping was able to see Gu Chen who was not in the human world at that time was because Gu Chen came to this hospital with a little monster that day.The patient visited by the little monster happened to be Zhang Ping's patient in the next bed.And Zhang Ping saw Gu Chen in a trance for a moment in life after life.But the little monster is still with the old man, and Zhang Ping's mother can no longer be with Zhang Ping.

Gu Chen took out his cell phone and wanted to talk to Ye Qiao, but Ye Qiao was on the other side and just happened to call."How is the little boy?" he asked.

Gu Chen said: "It's much better."

"Oh... the little milk cat is also much more energetic."

"Ah."

"Di Jiang was driven crazy by Lele, and kept lying on my shoulder and refused to leave."

"Ah."

"Old Xie asked when you will come back."

"Ah."

"Ancient dust."

"Ok?"

"fine."

Gu Chen looked at the direction in which the paper airplane flew out and smiled: "Yeah!"