he can fly

one hundred and two.

The duck always felt that something was following it.

"Who are you? Why are you sneaking after me?"

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Why would a person kill himself?

Unable to get out of pain, noisy and endless struggle, loneliness that follows you everywhere, or self-loathing and self-abandon that cannot disappear?

Or something else?

Yan Tang didn't know.

He also doesn't know why his father hanged himself.

"Xiao Yan..." Mr. Liu carefully sat next to Yan Tang.

I haven't seen him for so many years, this kind old man still has a cheerful smile on his face.

Let Yan Tang look at it, and he remembered the very sweet red date that he handed over with a smile when they met for the first time when they were young.

Yan Tang wiped his face, cheered up and turned to look at Mr. Liu, "Thank you, Mr. Liu."

As he spoke, he took out the wallet in his trousers, and took out all the money in the wallet and handed it to Mr. Liu.

"This is an advance payment, I'm sorry for your inconvenience. Master Liu, I really am sorry for you!" Yan Tang stuffed the money into the old man's hand.

He didn't count, but just glanced at the list of expenses, and there was only a lot of money in this handful.

The old man became anxious, "Oh, that's not what I meant!"

He sent the money tremblingly, wanting to return it to Yan Tang.

"I know you don't mean that," Yan Tang stuffed the money into his bag, "but it's what I should, so just accept it."

"Take it!" He put the money in Mr. Liu's pocket and put it away.

Seeing that Master Liu still wanted to shirk, Yan Tang quickly grabbed his hand.

"Master Liu, go back first, I'm here, do you want me to find someone to see you off?" Yan Tang changed the subject.

Mr. Liu waved his hand when he heard the words, "No need, no need, give me whatever you want."

Seeing Yan Tang standing up, he wanted to send him to the hospital gate, so he quickly stopped him so that Yan Tang would not be so polite.

As Mr. Liu said, he took out a notebook from the inner lining of his coat, "Xiao Yan, I was afraid it might be useful, so I put it in together. You take it, lest the doctor ask you for it later."

Yan Tang took the medical records handed over by Mr. Liu.

Obviously, it belonged to Yan Dong.

This medical record is very thick, with various sheets of different sizes sandwiched in it, and the paper on the cover is a bit torn.

Yan Tang and Mr. Liu thanked in a low voice.

Mr. Liu waved his hands, and put his hands behind his back, "Xiao Yan, there's nothing I need here, so I'll go back first—don't send it away, just wait here, I'll see the doctor in a while It's coming out, don't delay the business!"

Yan Tang also knew that he couldn't leave here, so he took this old medical record and thanked Mr. Liu again.

Mr. Liu was most afraid of these polite things, he said a few times that he should, he waved his hands behind his back and left.

It wasn't until seeing Mr. Liu disappeared at the corner of the hospital corridor that Yan Tang looked away and sat back on the cold chair.

Thanks to Mr. Liu who discovered it early, he discovered it about 10 minutes after Yan Dong hanged himself. After 120 blows, Yan Dong was sent to the hospital.

Now after a series of rescues, Yan Dong can already breathe on his own. As for other data, the doctor is still looking inside.

Why did Yan Dong commit suicide?

Yan Tang didn't know.

He doesn't know his father.

He and him have long since broken up.

Yan Tang leaned against the cold wall of the hospital, the hospital's air conditioner was fully turned on, and the air-conditioning made Yan Tang feel a bit chilly.

Cold tiled walls.It reflected Yan Tang's expressionless face at this time.

The door of the ward is still closed, Yan Tang has no idea what's going on inside.

He lowered his head a little dejectedly.

Yan Tang hugged his head and grabbed his bristly hair.

Although he and Yan Dong are, in a sense, strangers who have severed their father-son relationship.

Over the years, except for the Spring Festival, they have stopped disturbing each other.

Yan Tang really knew nothing about Yan Dong.

But the blood relationship between father and son is so delicate that it is difficult to erase.

When he knew that Yan Dong committed suicide, Yan Tang felt that his eyes were dark for a moment.

He clearly realized that he hated his father, who had hurt him too deeply.

When he was 14 years old, Yan Tang couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. He wanted to drink water, but saw his father having sex with a man and a woman in the living room.

The man was completely naked, with his legs spread apart, sitting on the sofa, and the woman was wearing a nightgown that his mother hadn't taken away, wriggling on the man's body.

White meat, like a sausage stuffed into the skin

And his father, like a dog, was lying on the ground barking wildly.

He buried his head in the lower parts of the couple, panting excitedly.

Yan Tang still remembers the coldness of the blood all over his body at that time.

He seemed to have fallen into an ice cellar.

An icehouse of truth.

He finally understood why his mother, who had always been gentle and quiet, left without a word and never came back.

Yan Dong, behind his back, changed his university choice and university major.

I said that it is best to study close to home, and there is no way out if you don’t study economics. I am doing it for your own good.

The precarious relationship between Yan Tang and him, which was already on the cliff, was completely broken.

Yan Tang hates him.

But Yan Tang had to admit that he loved him again.

When Yan Tang was ten years old, Yan Dong would smuggle Yan Tang out with him.

He took Yan Tang to KFC and McDonald's, and bought hamburgers, French fries, ice cream and Coke with his modest salary.

He sat on the side, smiling and watching the young Yan Tang eating happily.It seemed that he could feel the sweet and sour taste of every French fries dipped in ketchup that Yan Tang ate just by looking at it.

All kinds of things in the past, Yan Tang has properly packed them up and put them away.

Yan Tang wiped his face with his hands again.

He looked at the medical record in his hand, and gently turned a page.

The money he pays Yan Dong every month is enough, and Yan Dong's illness can be solved immediately.

Yan Tang casually turned over a piece of paper that was sandwiched between the first few pages.

This paper doesn't look like a diagnostic sheet, it looks thick, and the color of the paper is yellowish, which is a bit strange.

Yan Tang opened the paper folded into squares.

When Yan Tang understood the contents of this A4-sized diagnosis sheet, the expression on his face instantly changed from indifference to shock.

His hand holding the medical certificate trembled slightly.

"Notification of AIDS Test Positive Result"

These big characters stand out at the very beginning.

Yan Tang looked down and saw that the name on the first row was "Yan Dong". If there was no mistake, it was Yan Dong.

At the end of the last page, there is a series of red stamps from hospitals and other places.

Yan Tang stared at the list in his hand, on which were written the two titles of "Knowledge about AIDS" and "Responsibility and Obligation".

Yan Tang looked at the content above, and for some reason, suddenly wanted to laugh.

what is this?

Nemesis?

Yan Tang folded the paper and returned it to Yan Dong's case book.

He flipped through the case again.

Sure enough, Yan Dong's recent blood test diagnosis and HIV antibody diagnosis were among them.

Yan Tang opened them one by one and looked at them.

In fact, Yan Tang didn't know much about this aspect.

Although he has wandered around for a while, he didn't play any parties, and he didn't participate in any multiplayer games. When he went to bars and had sex, he still found people he was more familiar with.

Moreover, Yan Tang also has regular physical examinations, and there is basically no problem.

Yan Tang put away the medical records.

This may be the reason why Yan Dong committed suicide.

Yan Tang thought.

At this time, the door of the ward was pushed open.

A middle-aged doctor with a tired face came out.

"Is it the patient's family?" He asked Yan Tang.

Yan Tang nodded, "I am his son."

"...It's like this," the doctor nodded. He picked up a large book from the nurse on the side, opened it, and asked Yan Tang to read the data.

"Your father, because of the timely rescue, he can breathe on his own now. However, due to the long period of cerebral hypoxia, the autoregulatory function of cerebral blood flow has been lost. He should be in a coma for the past three days. However, after three days , if your father can't wake up, he will become a vegetable to a large extent."

He pointed to some data information in the notebook for Yan Tang to read.

The doctor looked at the quiet young man in front of him. His face was expressionless and he seemed calm.

So the doctor pushed his eyes and planned to say more, "...One more thing to say is that during our rescue process, your father's survival awareness was very weak, and you may have to be mentally prepared."

Yan Tang nodded, unlike other family members, he pestered the doctor with various questions in despair.

Nor is it like other people who are crushed by the blow and confirm over and over again what the doctor said.

Yan Tang looked calm.

He seemed to accept the result calmly.

"Thank you, doctor." Yan Tang shook hands with the doctor.

The doctor was a little flattered.

He has rarely seen such a peaceful family.

He withdrew his hand, patted the young man's shoulder, and comforted, "It's okay, your father was rescued anyway, there is still hope."

Yan Tang hummed.

He pulled out a somewhat stiff smile, and thanked the doctor again.

The doctor stopped talking nonsense, and he rushed to the next ward with a few nurses and accompanying doctors behind him.

Their medical staff are very busy.

Yan Tang can't enter the ward yet.

He didn't want to enter either.

He didn't know how he would feel when facing Yan Dong lying on the hospital bed.

Yan Tang stood alone at the door of the ward for a long time.

His shadow was stretched twisted and narrow on the cold-colored wall tiles and ground of the hospital.

Yan Tang's eyes fell on the medical records in his hand.

AIDS?

This word, which was originally very distant and vague, suddenly became ferocious and real.

Yan Tang sighed.

He didn't know what he was sighing for.

Yan Tang squeezed the medical records in his hand.

Maybe this is fate, he thought.

Just when Yan Tang looked downcast and stood like a sculpture in the ward, his phone rang again.

Yan Tang took the phone out of his bag.

The caller ID is "Baby Pig".

It was only then that Yan Tang came to his senses. He looked at the time, and it was already nine thirty in the evening.

He quickly connected the phone.

"Yan Yan!" Ai Bao's cheerful voice came from the phone, with some sweetness of yogurt and fruit cake, "How soon is Yan Yan coming back today? Ai Bao wants to sleep with Yan Yan!"

Ai Bao is not shy at all, and his words are full of warm attachment and affection.

Yan Tang opened his mouth, he paused, and found his own voice.

"I'll be right back, baby."

He said.

In an instant, the biting cold that had been densely covering Yan Tang's body was suddenly shattered.

Yan Tang once again returned to the world of warm colors.