Stories

, just live like a beast.

But he was actually wearing a ring on his left hand, which was also stained metal, and the original color could not be seen clearly.

Why is a disabled beggar wearing a ring?

Those horrible urban legends came flooding back, he probably also noticed that I noticed the ring, and crawled towards me with all his strength, I backed up again and again, and took out my mobile phone to call the police.

I left as the police approached.

This episode gave me a sense of foreboding.

When I got home, I received a call. The hospital test results came out, and my dad's coma index was 9.

I know what this means, and the coma index of a vegetative person is only 10.

Because in the ICU, even the escorts don’t know how to accompany them, so they can only sit in the corridor of the hospital and watch the snow fall from the window at the end of the corridor.My deepest bad memories are all on snowy days. Once in middle school, during the rebellious period, I quarreled with my dad over the division of arts and sciences: "Then why don't you give birth to me!"

Because of this sentence, my dad seems to have aged a few years in an instant.

More than ten years later, I still regret this sentence.

I don't have a chance to apologize to him, I know.

The deputy director came to make rounds, saw me, and asked me to go to the vacant hospital bed to rest for a while, I said no, and then took a nap on the bench.

Dreaming again, dreaming of a very cute child, like a glutinous rice dumpling, wearing a milky white cow coat, with two bright yellow horns on the head, soft when pinched, I find it funny, cows are cows, how can there be horn.

I woke up feeling ridiculous, how could I dream of such clothes, and the details are so clear, I never wore such clothes when I was a child, and neither did Xiao Hang.

After watching for a whole day, I called my mother when it was dark, but was still ridiculed, took the elevator downstairs, and bumped into Ling Lanqiu again.

She was on the obstetrics and gynecology floor twice, she didn't bother to pretend, and this time the bag she brought was too small to fit the medical records, so she just greeted me openly: "Did you come by car?"

"Ah."

"The road is slippery, take my car."

I have the impression that she has a very expensive car, even at her price, with a driver. I know that she has a boyfriend for many years, who is a member of an aristocratic family.

Now she doesn't drive that car anymore, she has a new driver, and drives a small car, which is very spacious inside. She habitually opens the refrigerator as soon as she gets in the car, and asks me if I want to drink, but probably because of her current identity, Put the wine back again.

It was a little too quiet at first, but she quickly said, "I'm going on vacation."

"it is good."

"I will change to another agent to take care of Qi Chu, and I will go to the United States to stay for a while." She told me straightforwardly: "I will come back when I give birth."

"Isn't it Le Ying?"

Le Ying is her best friend, so good that people like me who don't know her well know it.She is also an agent in the circle, sometimes she is too busy, so she asks Le Ying to help lead Qi Chu for a while.

Ling Lanqiu didn't speak for a long time.

When she was about to get home, she suddenly said, "My fiancé cheated on me."

Oddly enough, I understood it.

"With Le Ying?"

"Well, with Le Ying."

This conversation is bloody like it's happened before.

I don't know why, but I never feel that I have a deep friendship with Ling Lanqiu, probably because we have been friends for many years, and we are full of respect for each other, but maybe because we are too busy, we haven't had much contact.

Ling Lanqiu probably thought the same way.

"You are the first person to know about this." She lay on the back of the chair and smiled lazily: "It's strange, why didn't we become friends?"

"Probably because of Qi Chu. He is not by your side, but by my side. We both feel that the time we have is too little, so we have no chance to be friends."

Ling Lanqiu laughed out loud.

"Accompany me for a drink?"

"Can you drink now?"

"I can't," she smiled at me, "but it's good to watch you drink. Come on, get drunk and relieve your worries."

"Forget it, I have to go home and cook."

Qi Chu is not at home.

There was a note on the table with Qi Chu's handwriting on it: My dad has some health problems, I'll go and have a look.

It's really all the difficult things in the world gathered together.

I took out my mobile phone to call Qi Chu, only to find that I missed a few calls on my mobile phone, and the phone rang, but when I picked it up, it was the voice over there, not Qi Chu.

"Brother Lin?" Jing Moyan's voice didn't look like his cheap dad had an accident, almost with a smile: "Brother Qi Chu was talking to Uncle Qi in the ward, you can call back later .”

My chest was on fire, and I said, "Okay." I hung up the phone.Only then did I realize that there was a crooked smiling face on the note, which was obviously added by Jing Moyan later.

I really lose my temper and don't know where to start.

Maybe it's because things are so bad that people will become stronger instead. I seem to gradually get used to these things. Even after half a month, my dad pulled me out of the tube and I didn't feel any more intense pain.

Even a doctor, watching other people's life and death all day long, knows to treat rationally and not cause unnecessary pain to the patient, but the day my dad was extubated, the doctors and nurses under him still cried into a ball.

Instead, I was very calm and sat quietly beside his bed. I heard a saying before that people in a vegetative state can actually feel pain, but they just can’t express it.

The tracheotomy, lower stomach tube, rubbing, bed sores, all of these were very painful. If he could still feel it, these half months were actually very cruel.

But if he can really feel it, I might be reluctant to give up.

After all the life-sustaining equipment is cut off, it will take some time for the brain waves to completely disappear. Generally, the hospital will have a special intern to record the time of death. I still remember the story he told me before, saying that a patient persisted for a long time. , It wasn't until the youngest daughter who was thinking about her came back from abroad that she died completely.

I held his hand, his body temperature was gradually disappearing, very slowly, like the curve on the screen, getting weaker and weaker.

Until the last moment, as if someone rang a silent bell high in the sky, with a ding, all the lines disappeared.

Xiao Hang burst into tears again.

I am like someone who has been frozen in the snow for too long, numb, so I don’t feel much, I calmly manage the funeral, contact the funeral home, cremation, the cemetery has been selected long ago, and the funeral near home, everything is simple, but Let his old students have a place to mourn.

I don't know how the recent time passed, I was muddled, but I didn't feel any pain, just dazed, as if I lost my soul.This is probably a protective measure of my brain. I often feel as if the last second is a very difficult or memorable moment many years ago, and the next second is today.So much so that I often feel that there is a large blur in my memory, and I don't know why it is almost [-] years old.

During this period of time, I really became attached to the hospital.This time I came here to move my dad’s things in the hospital office, and my colleagues helped him pack them up. I drove here to move them downstairs one by one. They were full of books. One of the boxes had our family portrait on it. Above, Xiao Hang and I are very young. I just entered high school, and Xiao Hang is still a child.

I moved my dad's stuff home.

Old-fashioned dormitory buildings are always like this, dirty and old, there are residues of firecrackers downstairs, dirty red mixed with black gunpowder, swept into a pile, the wind blows a piece of shredded newspaper, and there is a piece of paper on it that I have never seen before. Stars I've seen.

My mother was sitting in the living room without turning on the lights, and there was an unknown program on the TV.

I called her, but without looking back, she said, "The dishes are in the kitchen, heat them by yourself."

This conversation seems to have been repeated many times.

Even though I knew from elementary school that she would not wait for me to go home with hot food like waiting for Xiao Hang.

"I'll go back later, I won't eat here." I put away my things, and there is a photo of him hanging in my dad's study, but in the past few days, it has already fallen to dust.

When I went out, I couldn't help saying: "Xiao Hang seems a little uneasy at school recently."

It's not just that I don't feel at ease, he skipped class every day, and the teacher called me.It was his own decision to choose physical education in high school. In fact, his grades in cultural subjects were also very good.

My mother didn't speak.

When I went out, she suddenly said: "There is a good example here, how can he be at ease."

These words were clearly aimed at me.

She even blamed me for Xiao Hang's sexuality.

"I don't know what example I have set for Xiao Hang." I tried my best to calm down, but I still felt the hot air rushing up from my throat and rushing into my nasal cavity.

She said: "You are his elder brother, if he doesn't follow you, who will he learn from?"

"I didn't see him imitating me after I graduated with a Ph.D. He likes men, so you think he imitated me?"

"That is, things in this world are hard to learn, but dirty things are the easiest."

I have lived through the whole winter, and I have never felt so cold like this moment.

"I left home when I was in college, and I can't see Xiao Hang twice a year. Why do you still blame me for his affairs? Is it true that Xiao Hang is always good and right, and all bad things are learned from me. Yes." I don't know why this sentence blurted out: "You don't blame me if I die!"

But she was unmoved.

"Are you willing to die? It's true that I'm mad at you!" She looked at me with hatred in her eyes: "You freak, pervert! You are the one who mad at your father. Do you still want to mad at me? ?”

Maybe it was a physical reason, my tears kept rolling down.But I looked at her, not wanting to argue anymore, just feeling pity.

I know she's going crazy with life.

I walked down the dark corridor, calling Ling Lanqiu while walking: "Come out for a drink."

Ling Lanqiu laughed loudly: "Have you figured it out? Get drunk to relieve your worries