you are the minutiae of the world

Liu Yueming lay on the sofa for a long time. At the end of the night, he got up like a walking dead and walked into the bathroom to take a shower and get dressed. After tidying up, it was only after six o'clock in the morning. The villa was full of tourists who came to relax on vacation. There were very few people getting up at this point, so it was very quiet. Liu Yueming walked out of the room and walked slowly along the corridor, but he didn't meet anyone.

He was a little tired and exhausted, his limbs were heavy, and he had a headache. Last night, he was naked on the sofa in a daze, without even moving. The temperature of the air conditioner in the room was a bit low. With sweat all over his body and injuries behind him, Liu Yueming was not spoiled. He grew up alone. He touched his hot forehead and knew that he probably had a high fever.

His body was hot and cold, and the dull pain behind him didn't disappear at all. Liu Yueming seemed to have exhausted all his energy when he walked to the gate of the villa. His face was frighteningly pale, and cold sweat dripped down his chin on the ground.

Suffering as if he was about to die, Liu Yueming slid down to the ground slowly while supporting the thick tree.

The sun gradually rose and the sky was bright. Liu Yueming turned his head sideways and saw the sunlight cast down from the gaps in the leaves. He blinked and wanted to reach out to hold the beams of light.

But only the shadows under the trees remained.

The hospital is a bit far from the resort, and Liu Yueming spent a lot of money on taxis, but he didn't know what happened today, and he couldn't feel distressed. He went to register to see a doctor for an infusion like a robot.

It was already evening after a bottle of medicine was infused, and no one contacted him on his mobile phone this day. Liu Yueming stood at the door of the hospital and smiled, covering the back of his hand that was cold from the infusion.

He was going to leave the hospital, but he heard someone calling him from behind.

"Boy, wait."

He turned around and saw an old man with gray hair, wearing a white coat, looking at Liu Yueming with a benevolent smile.

Liu Yueming stood there without moving. He didn't know the old man.

The old man did not speak, and approached Liu Yueming with a smile. The old man took out a piece of chocolate from his pocket and handed it to Liu Yueming, saying: "I am a doctor in the hospital, and the nurse who will give you the infusion today is my niece. I will see you when I come to see her." You didn’t even drink your saliva after the infusion for a whole day, you’re hungry, I’ll give you a piece of chocolate, my grandson gave it to me, it’s not too sweet.”

Liu Yueming looked at the old man in front of him blankly, without speaking or answering.

The old man was not angry, he put the chocolate in Liu Yueming's chest pocket, and patted Liu Yueming's shoulder like a loving elder: "Son, what happened?"

Liu Yueming glanced at the white coats who were busy coming and going in the hospital, and said coldly: "Are the doctors in your hospital busy? Can you still notice whether I eat or not."

The old man laughed aloud: "They are very busy. I am different. The old man takes patients to see how they feel. I am a psychologist in the Department of Psychosomatics. When you come to see a doctor, you need to make an appointment."

Although Liu Yueming didn't understand what psychosomatics was, he was neither curious nor interested. He turned around and wanted to leave, but the old man gently held his arm.

"Son," the old man restrained his smile, and said earnestly, "There are too many difficulties in this world. You have the right to choose death, but you have to believe that death is not the best solution."

Liu Yueming's eyelashes trembled slightly, he curled his lips, and said softly: "I have come to see a doctor, how could I die."

He broke free gently and left.

The old man looked at the thin figure of the young man with worry in his eyes.

Liu Yueming walked a long way before he remembered the chocolate in his pocket. He was not hungry, but wanted to taste it. He reached out and took out a business card along with the chocolate.

The ice-like heart suddenly felt warm, Liu Yueming rubbed the business card for a long time, but did not throw it away.