Ye Lan

Mother has lung cancer.It was supposed to be discovered earlier, and there may be a cure.However, she had a cough and chest pain for several months, but she did not go to see a doctor. One day, she suddenly passed out and was sent to the hospital, only to find that the cancer had metastasized all over her body, and she was unable to recover.When I went to see her, she was lying on the hospital bed with a mask on, and when she saw me coming in, she struggled to get up, and was pressed on the bed by her second brother.She said: "I'm so stupid, really." I couldn't say anything, so I sat down on the edge of the bed and held her hand.I wanted to ask her why she didn't go to see a doctor earlier, but I already guessed seven or eight points in my heart.She was just scared, scared to death, so she would rather escape from reality in her toil.After a while, the nurse changed the bottle for her, and after a while, she pulled down the mask sideways.I thought she was not feeling well and wanted to talk, so when I leaned over, she vomited in a mess, with milky white sticky vomit all over her body, which looked like chemotherapy medicine in a hanging bottle.

That night, my father and we had dinner at home.He forced himself to cook and made a burnt brown paste.Neither of us wanted to move our chopsticks, so we had to be relatively silent at the table.After a while, my father sighed and said, "She usually doesn't pay attention to her body, and she made this trouble." Then gradually he mentioned that the treatment in the hospital cost thousands of yuan every day, and he couldn't be reimbursed by medical insurance. , A few 10 yuan is invested, I am afraid that there is no way to support it.I think my father has not changed after all, and he still spends his energy on shirking responsibility beautifully.But after thinking about it, it seems that his allowance is not enough to support even more indecisive remarks.The second and third brothers silently acquiesced to the status quo, while the fourth sister sat on the sofa playing with her mobile phone.I asked my father: "It's really impossible...sell the house?" My father didn't answer, but only sighed.I think he probably doesn't want to sell the house.When the mother was 20 years old, she married into this declining family with superpowers, and she used this place as her own battlefield, maintaining the last fig leaf of the family until the last woman was squeezed out of all her value.Now that the value extracted is put into hopeless treatment, I think all members of this family will definitely not agree.

My second brother and I went to the hospital again that night.Mother lay on the bed and fell asleep peacefully.My second brother asked me: "Brother, are we really going to sell the house?" "Who knows. Maybe the doctor is skilled enough to cut the tumor precisely; or maybe the tumor is healed just because the body's immune response is stimulated." "The second brother asked persistently: "The house is going to be sold, where should we live?" "If I'm lucky after graduation, I can join the Superpower Security Association as a clerical job, and the organization will allocate housing, you can move here Live with me. It’s just that the third brother and the fourth younger sister will probably transfer schools.” “How big is the allocated house?” “Who knows. Let’s squeeze together.” He stopped talking and just played with his phone with his head down.We stayed for a while, put the fruit we bought on the low table next to the hospital bed, and went home.

Early the next morning, a phone call came from the hospital asking us to go there quickly.When I walked to the gate of the hospital, I realized something was wrong. There was a huge bloodstain on the street in front of the gate, and it stretched out in a winding way for more than ten meters.An old man and several doctors were sitting in the lobby of the outpatient department. As soon as I entered the door, they stood up and surrounded me tightly.

The night before, not long after my second brother and I left, my mother opened the window of the ward and jumped out.Such a height may not be dead yet, but when it fell on the street and was crushed and dragged by a speeding car, it was completely unrecognizable when it was discovered.I walked into the ward, opened the fruit bag I took last night, and took out two pears, peeled them, but didn't move a single bite.There is also a piece of letterhead on the low table, on which some inheritance matters are written smoothly, and finally I was told to make good use of my grandfather's drive and so on.I called my father to wake him up and asked him to come to the hospital to deal with the funeral. Here, a man walked slowly downstairs to the bench on the side of the street.There was a small flesh-colored thing under his feet, and it was a finger of his mother when he picked it up. It probably flew out in the violent collision.I looked at this finger carefully, tears streaming down my face.I don't regret using up my grandfather's drive, I just grieve that my mother lived in middle-class fantasies until her death.

I heard that the hospital asked my father to sign a lot of agreements, all in all, to get rid of my mother's suicide, and the hospital paid 20 yuan for the funeral expenses.The family is more or less affluent.And out of nowhere, a relative who studied law came out, saying that from a legal point of view, the driver would not be able to run away and would have to pay a sum of money, so that he could get another 30 yuan.My father thought this was very good, and mentioned it at the dinner table, saying that if he could get 50 yuan, the family could basically return to the situation before entering the hospital.I think that it is really exhausting for my mother to allow such an illusion to persist through such a tragic way, and I think I can rest in peace even if I come to the Nine Springs.It's just that I really couldn't stay in such a home, and even before my mother's funeral was held, I had already booked a return ticket.My father didn't keep me when he knew about it, so I went back to school early.

When Feng Huhu and a certain Zhang heard about this, they both seemed very sad.But cheap sadness is really the easiest thing to get, and it only makes people feel embarrassed.I stopped talking about my mother's death, and just said that I had to concentrate on preparing for the final of the Cup of Courage.Sometimes Feng Huo looks at me, as if he wants to say something, but when I look over, his gaze is avoided.In the middle, Assistant Coach Li also came to our training several times.Most of the time, he just stood by the training ground and watched. When we saw him, we called "Assistant Li", and he smiled and waved.Only once, he looked at me, walked over and said to me: "There is a problem with your position. When he is in front of melee, you have to be in the position between the big blind corner and the small blind corner behind him." , short-distance teleportation can’t stop.” I wanted to trap him, so I asked, “What’s the point?” “It’s obvious that if you’re outside the big blind corner, another person can come and cut you with just one teleportation. Back row: If you are in a small area like a small blind corner, or if you stand still, a small magic blind blast can kill you. Now the contestants don’t bother to dig into such details. In the past, in national competitions, We..." His words came to an abrupt end, and he turned and left with a troubled look on his face.The other two looked at his back with confusion. "Hey, why did he leave?" A certain Zhang asked. "Maybe I remembered something." I replied.The more I believed what I heard that night, the less courage I had to tell them.

So the days passed quickly, and once the midterm exam was over, it was the Courage Cup final.This time the venue was moved to Luzhou, and we took the train the day before.The old man sitting next to us was very chatty, and asked us: "Are you going to travel in Luzhou?" "To participate in the Courage Cup final." Showed it to him, took out the drive and put it on the table.He nodded suspiciously, but I think that until he got out of the car, he still suspected that we were pretending to be noble superpowers and bluffing.The venue for the finals was a hundred times more crowded than the rematch: the surrounding streets were full of police cars with flashing lights and onlookers who were wandering around, the three of us held hands so as not to get lost; Huge banners hanging from balloons on the roof of the stadium, and helicopters flying in circles on the balloons.We struggled for a long time in the sea of ​​people, and finally ran aground beside the main entrance. The security guard stopped us and said, "You are not allowed to enter the main entrance. People want to take pictures." Just as we were talking, a luxury-looking car drove along the red carpet. Come over, a man in military uniform with a serious face came down from behind, followed by a young man.Feng Huo took a deep breath and said, "This man is the chief of the central garrison—the contestant must be his son. I didn't expect him to be so young." The boy followed his father into the main entrance without squinting.There were short cannons flashing around, and a young man with a work permit hanging around his neck ran up from behind, pushed us aside roughly, and began pressing the shutter desperately.We quickly got out of this feng shui treasure land where we were filming, and entered through the side door.

The first floor of the arena is completely a drive exhibition.Drivers of various brands reflect silver-gray metallic luster in the glass cabinet.In the safe showcase in the center of the venue is the protagonist of the whole exhibition - Heidel 900KM.The reference price on the counter is 29 yuan.One Zhang said: "The prices of the products that just came out are very high!" His eyes were fixed on the blond girl model wearing a high-cut cheongsam and posing next to the showcase.Feng Huo pursed his lips.

"Whether it depends on the driver or the person."

"Maybe I want to express the meaning of cultural integration when foreign goods are sold in China?" I said.

"Shouldn't the meaning be to find a domestic man and talk to her on the platform—" I covered a certain mouth.This is really tasteless, like taking a "Whirlwind" and putting it in one of the showcases.But maybe the three of us were already out of place in this venue.We walked upstairs again and saw a few young people in suits and ties, who were obviously here for the competition, eating in the huge cafeteria.A certain Zhang said: "Let's go eat too!" When we walked to the door, the pretty welcome lady stopped us with a professional smile:

"Can I have a look at your dining coupons or VIP cards, please?"

We all turned to Feng Tiger (who was in charge of the registration).Feng Huo scratched his head.

"Oh, so to speak, there is indeed an extra special option when signing up, which is an all-day dining voucher of 2000 yuan per person. It's okay, I brought lunch in my schoolbag."

We showed awkward yet polite smiles and ran downstairs.A certain Zhang and I were both blushing, but Feng Huo did not change his face, as expected of a descendant of a professional soldier.At this time we heard a commotion, and there were flashes of spotlights at the main entrance: the judges of the competition entered the arena.Among the judges, I found Professor Guo, who was chatting and laughing with another judge; Assistant Professor Li followed behind him, holding his coat and briefcase, as carefully and respectfully as a secretary behind an official.We watched wordlessly as they walked into the dugout as the clock approached the hour of the match.

"Cheer up! The quarter-finals and semi-finals are coming up. I really want to cheer him up today." Feng Huo said.We all know who "he" refers to.