Luggage Syndrome

Fu Lang sat on the train home, looking out the window in despair.

The rice fields in autumn are golden and full.

Autumn leaves are vicissitudes and sadness.

Fu Lang couldn't remember what the head nurse said when he asked for leave in a hurry, and he didn't know how he got to the train station.

He didn't even know if he was awake or not.

Everything that happened suddenly was like a nightmare that I couldn't wake up from.

During that phone call, Wu Yue choked and told what happened.

On the first night, although Fu Jianliang finished his work very early, Wu Yue woke up in the middle of the night and found that there was no one around him, so he got up strangely to look for it, only to see Fu Jianliang slumped on the living room sofa profusely with sweat, his face pale and expressionless. haggard.

Wu Yue was startled, and hurriedly wanted to take Fu Jianliang to the hospital, but Fu Jianliang said that it was only because the weather was too hot that he refused to go to the hospital.

Wu Yue couldn't resist him, so he had no choice but to give up.

For the first time, Fu Jianliang slept until noon before getting up, but he was still sluggish after waking up.Wu Yue was so worried that he decided to take Fu Jianliang to see a doctor after lunch no matter what.

However, while eating lunch, Fu Jianliang suddenly fell straight up.

Wu Yue was just an uneducated housewife. After calling the ambulance in a hurry, she was at a loss. She could only hold the unconscious Fu Jianliang in fear and cry bitterly.

It took 10 minutes for the ambulance to arrive.

10 minutes, long and short.

In the end, Fu Jianliang failed to save him.

Wu Yue cried and said: "The doctor said...he has an acute myocardial infarction, and the prime time for rescue is only a few minutes...I'm sorry...Alang...I'm sorry...Mom can't do anything...If Mom has a little first aid Knowledge is good...sorry..."

Fu Lang leaned against the car window in a daze.

Sorrow seeped into his head little by little, like the chill that came through the car window.

Fu Lang pursed his lips, and slowly pulled up the hood behind him, covering half of his face.

Separated the bone-cold glass and covered the tears that couldn't stop falling.

Fu Jianliang's funeral was actually the first and last time Fu Lang got to know his father.

Although Fu Jianliang was taciturn, he treated others with sincerity. Friends of Fu Jianliang who came from all over the country filled the huge mourning hall.

From their mouths, Fu Lang met a brand new father.

Fu Lang realized that there were many things that Fu Jianliang might never tell him.

For example, Fu Jianliang found a new partner for the company last year because of his inability to separate himself.The early stage of the cooperation went smoothly, but this year the partners misjudged the market situation and invested a lot of money in real estate regardless of dissuasion and following the trend. However, they offended the local people when they bought the land, got involved in a lawsuit, the funds were frozen, and the company's turnover problem appeared.For the past six months, Fu Jianliang has been running around looking for people to file a lawsuit, relying on relationships, and he is so busy every day.

Even at this time, Fu Jianliang never mentioned it to him.

Fu Jianliang in Fu Lang's memory always seemed to be like this, carrying all his troubles alone, reporting good news but not bad news.

No, maybe even joy is rarely shown.

No matter how good Fu Lang's grades are, Fu Jianliang will rarely praise Fu Lang in person.

Fu Lang thought it was because Fu Jianliang didn't care.

But every friend of his father who had never met at the funeral told him that his father was proud of him.

Thinking back carefully, Fu Jianliang only gave him enough company during his childhood, and then appeared intermittently in his childhood like a visitor.

And now, Fu Jianliang will be absent from his youth, middle age, and old age.

Fu Jianliang is an incompetent father.

Standing beside his weeping mother, wearing hemp and filial piety, and looking up at the photo of his father with all the relatives and friends present, Fu Lang recalled the scene when he attended the funeral of his friend that year.

At that time, looking at Feng Wenxuan's portrait, he couldn't cry and was distraught.

But now, that once hot heart has long been numb by the unexpected deaths.

He even felt that he might not have much affection for this father whom he hadn't seen much.

Until he stood alone in front of his father's coffin, looking at the father he almost never had a chance to look at for the last time.

The expression of the father who had let go of all the burdens and fell into a long sleep was a serenity and peace that he had never seen before.

He looks like a loving father.

The deep and sonorous voice of the master of ceremonies presiding over the funeral rang in Fu Lang's ears.

"The filial son kneels down."

Fu Lang slowly knelt at his father's feet, his eyes could only see the lower half of his father's body which was submerged in flowers.

His father, like a fallen tree, is gently surrounded by the sea of ​​flowers that he has spent his whole life shading.

"A dutiful son kowtows three times—one kowtow, thanks for the blessing of birth—"

Fu Lang kowtowed slowly and forcefully.

His mind was blank.

At that moment, he seemed to hear the sound of his father crying with joy outside the delivery room the moment he fell to the ground.

"Two knocks, thank you for your kindness—"

His forehead was hit hard on the cold and stiff floor, but he felt no pain, as if he was flicked on his forehead by his father when he was a child. Only the familiar and unfamiliar love flowed slowly, which gradually awakened his heart .

"Three knocks, thank you for the virtue of education—"

The memory of my father seemed to be ruthlessly knocked away by that heavy ringing head.

The little bit of fatherly love gradually became dense and dense, and finally gathered into a sea, which set off huge waves and swallowed him mercilessly.

Fu Lang quietly fell on the ground.

"After the ceremony, my filial son please rise up."

Although the master of ceremonies urged with a cold voice, Fu Lang remained motionless.

He thought he would have no regrets.

But now, he can only use three rings to repay his father's kindness.

He couldn't breathe with regret.

After the long funeral was over, Fu Lang watched the dark crowd gradually disperse, the gradually empty mourning hall, and the gradually widening vision made him feel more confused than ever before.

Although the world is big, the person who shielded him from the wind and rain is no longer there.

Fu Lang suddenly couldn't bear it anymore, rushed into the bathroom, locked himself in a small cubicle, and wept silently.

After a while, two people entered the bathroom.

"Life is really impermanent, Jianliang is only in his early fifties."

"Yeah...but if you think about it carefully, his health failed a few years ago. Once I drank with a client with him, he passed out as soon as he came out, which frightened me, but at that time he passed out. I woke up after a few minutes, thought I was drunk, and didn't take it seriously."

"Hey, it really can't be blamed on us not understanding... He is still so young, who can think so much? But then again, isn't his son a medical student? Doesn't his son understand too?"

"Where does his son care about him? It's fine if he didn't listen to the persuasion in the early years and insisted on studying medicine. It would be nice to have someone to take care of him when he comes back to work, but he refuses. He insists on staying in G City as a nurse..."

"Well, if he came back, maybe this kind of thing wouldn't happen."

"If, there is no if in life..."

The two were talking excitedly, when the compartment door behind them made a loud noise, and then there was no more movement.

The bathroom was gloomy, and one of the men wanted to see what was going on, but was held back by the other. Then he remembered what place it was, and immediately looked at each other, before he had time to wash his hands, he rushed out the door in a hurry.

And the other person who had the courage to leave after washing his hands seemed to hear a low cry when the door closed.

The author says:

I urge everyone who has read this chapter to take a look and learn CPR. It’s really not difficult. The video has also been posted on Pigeon’s Weibo. A minute is a life, don't leave a lifetime of regrets like Lango.