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Song Yao saved more than 2 yuan in New Year's money, and lent it to Shang Chu without keeping any of it.

"Why do you want so much all of a sudden?"

As soon as Song Yao received the news from Shang Chu, he rushed back to the dormitory to get the bank card, and sent it to the small forest in the back mountain to give it to him.

Shang Chu took the card and put it in his pocket: "My dad was found to be sick."

"Is this enough?" Song Yao squatted beside Shang Chu, also lit a cigarette, "If it's not enough, I'll find my father..."

"That's enough," Shang Chu patted him on the shoulder, "Thanks, brother, I'll send you a note when I get back to bed later."

Song Yao waved his hand: "What about your mother, if you want to keep all this money in my hands, I will have to buy shoes. You are using it for serious purposes. This is called maximizing the value of money."

"The note still needs to be typed." Shang Chu took a puff of cigarette.

Song Yao knew his personality, so he didn't say anything more about this matter, turned his head to look at Shang Chu, and said carefully: "Your dad...what's wrong?"

"Liver cancer." Shang Chu exhaled smoke rings, his face was half hidden behind the rising smoke, looking a little indifferent and numb, "He hasn't been diagnosed yet, he's a wine barrel, [-]% to [-]% of the disease is gone."

"Ah?" Song Yao let out a low voice, quickly pinched out his cigarette, and ran around in a hurry like a headless chicken, "It's so serious? Then this little money is not enough! Isn't it said that cancer needs chemotherapy? What kind of targeted drugs seem to be very expensive? Do you want to have an operation? Or I, I'd better ask my family for some money..."

"No," Shang Chu pressed him down, "I'll ask a few more friends to get together."

"Everyone is still studying, so how much money can we make together?" Song Yao pulled out a pinch of grass leaves, paused, and then said, "Why don't you ask Lao Bai for help?"

"No," Shang Chu shook his wrist, "don't tell him."

Song Yao sighed, and said, "Then what are you going to do?"

"Have you watched the video?" Shang Chu asked suddenly.

"Ah?" Song Yao didn't react for a while.

"It's spreading in the group," Shang Chu finished smoking the cigarette in his hand, and lit another, "Have you read it?"

"..." Song Yao didn't know how to answer for a moment, and after a moment of silence, he nodded and said, "I see."

"Then you should be able to guess what kind of person he is," Shang Chu looked straight ahead, his voice was calm without any ups and downs, "this is already a time when he is relatively sober."

Song Yao was taken aback, and Shang Lijun's red-eyed, fist-waving, and irrational appearance appeared in front of his eyes. Anyone who watched it would think that he was not a normal person, but a lunatic.

Is this still relatively sober?

How bad would it be to be unconscious?

He couldn't help turning his head to look at Shang Chu. He always thought that Shang Chu was too beautiful and too arrogant. Now he has a scab on his face, and the calmness should not belong to him. Song Yao realized that he had never understood Ah Chu.

"I can get as much as I can, and I'm doing my duty as a son. If you lend me 1 to [-] yuan, I may be able to pay it back in a few years. If there is more, it will not be clear." Shang Chu's voice was light and airy with the white smoke he exhaled, "There is nothing else, I don't want it to be unworthy because of such a heavy burden on his back."

"Achu..." Song Yao's heart sank.

"Ah Yao, you don't know," Shang Chu smiled at him, "It's really not worth it."

Song Yao looked into his calm eyes, so he didn't say anything more, and patted him on the back: "Talk to me at any time if you need anything."

"Success," Shang Chu stubbed out the remaining half of the cigarette, "Go to class quickly, I'll squat for a while, my legs are numb."

"Okay," Song Yao got up, walked out two steps and then turned back, and said worriedly, "The exam will not be long, are you sure?"

This exam is very important to Shang Chu, and the whole school and even the whole education sector in the capital are paying attention to this exam.

"It's hard to say." Shang Chu said.

"It's hard to say?" Song Yao asked, "Is that true?!"

Shang Chu raised his eyebrows: "I'm quite sure of winning against you."

Song Yao kicked a small stone towards him: "Damn!"

Shang Chu turned his head away, waved his hands and said, "Get lost!"

After Song Yao left, Shang Chu took out his mobile phone and searched for "liver cancer". It is said on the Internet that liver cancer is the king of cancer, and it is usually found at an advanced stage. The survival period is usually no more than half a year, and many patients are even persuaded by the hospital directly to say goodbye No matter how hospitalization is a waste of money, there is no need for it.

He also went to a local cancer patient mutual aid forum, and many posts said that his relatives were diagnosed with liver cancer without any symptoms, and it was true that the illness came like a mountain, and he left in a short time, and it was very painful before he left. , The pain was so painful that I couldn't sleep all night, I was incontinent, and my stomach was swollen like a human skin drum due to ascites, and I needed someone to stay by my side at all times.

Shang Chu is a newly registered user, and the moderator of the forum sent him a private message, asking if he is a patient or a family member, and which good friend is here.

Cancer is called a "good friend" in the forum, and Shang Chu replied that he is a family member who has liver cancer.

The moderator immediately dragged him into a chat group with more than 200 people who enthusiastically cheered him on and shared a bunch of documents related to the disease to reassure him that liver cancer is not incurable If possible, they can also help if you want to find a nurse.

Shang Chu said thank you, he didn't plan to find a nurse for the time being, he just wanted to ask how long it takes to die from this disease.

The group was quiet for a few seconds, and someone came out and said, young man, your tone is wrong. We all talk about life rather than death when we are sick. Why do I feel that you are looking forward to the death of the patient?

Shang Chu replied a little bit.

"Are you still human?!"

"Can the moderator carefully review it in the future, and don't put everyone in the group!"

"I think you should die! Cancer cells should grow on you. May the disease overcome you as soon as possible!"

Looking forward to Shang Lijun's death?

He was really looking forward to Shanglijun's death, and he had been looking forward to it for more than ten years.

Shang Chu watched the group frenziedly swiping the screen, a group of strangers filled with righteous indignation were criticizing how cold-blooded and heartless he was, he didn't finish reading any of them, and suddenly laughed out loud at the phone screen.

A strange, secret happiness quietly rose from the bottom of his heart, and Shang Chu suddenly felt very happy, as if watching others scold him could offset his guilt as a son who wanted his father to die.

Shang Chu knew that he was a selfish person. When he was a child, he watched Shang Lijun beat the mute but he didn’t dare to resist, because he was also afraid of being beaten; after the mute died, he didn’t know how many times he wanted to stab Shang Lijun with a knife. In his body, anyway, he is a minor and does not need to go to jail, so what can he do if he kills someone, but he still dare not, he dreams of the day when he will put on a police uniform and look majestic, he dare not leave a criminal record...

He was always timid, not daring to do this or that, but in countless dark nights, he secretly fantasized in his heart that Shang Lijun died outside, at the hands of others, then he was relieved, his hands As long as he is clean, others will not know how evil and dark he is, and they will only give him extra favors and kindness because he lost his parents at a young age.

But how did Shang Lijun get such a disease?

If he wants to die, can he die a little farther and more simply, be hacked to death by knives, drowned by a river, or run over by a truck? Why did he choose to get sick?

Is Shang Lijun going to drag him to death even at this time?

Shang Chu raised his head, gasped deeply, and raised his hand to beat his chest.

He was going to be out of breath, the people in the group were right, he was cold-blooded and he was ruthless.

Others say that blood is thicker than water, others only know that he is your own father, you are his only blood, you are not at the bedside when he is seriously ill, you still hope that he will die soon, what a heartless white-eyed wolf !

However, no one knows how uncomfortable he is every time he silently prays to the dark ceiling that Shanglijun will never appear again; no one knows how uncomfortable he is every time Shanglijun cries and begs for his forgiveness; No one knows how uncomfortable it is when Shang Lijun cooks a meal for him, peels an egg, and even Shang Lijun doesn't have to do anything, just wait for him at home after school.

Shang Lijun is his only and only remaining relative in this world, and the occasional little warmth he gives when he is awake makes Shang Chuzhen feel terrified, and feels that he is unforgivable for harboring such dark thoughts.

Ding--

The phone vibrated lightly, and he was kicked out of the group chat.

At the same time, Bai Aize sent him a message saying that his mother's condition had improved and he could go back to school tonight.

Shang Chu wanted to smile, but the muscles on his face were so stiff that he couldn't make any expression.

Fortunately, Bai Aize was on the other side of the phone, so he couldn't see his face.

He sent a piggy cheering emoji, and then typed to tell Bai Aize to hurry up on the road. The third canteen had roasted pig's trotters, which were delicious and delicious, waiting for him to eat together.

Bai Aize joked that he was a greedy cat, Shang Chu said hehe, come back quickly and spare you!

——If I go back late, I can eat by myself first, don’t wait for me, remember not to put spicy pork knuckles, and don’t drink ice.

Bai Aize sent another sentence, but Shang Chu didn't reply anymore, it was really tiring to type.

The phone gradually dimmed, and Shang Chu looked at his own face reflected in the pitch-black screen, expressionless and depressed.

He blinked, feeling as if he was about to split open.