tomb bed

16.

The doctor told me that Xie Tian didn't have much time. He was allergic to most drugs and his condition was difficult to control.I can only try to make him happy and die euthanasia.I spend all my time in the hospital with Thank God.He sleeps most of the time, and I just watch him and wait for him.

Now he is eighteen, his eyebrows and eyes are beautiful and picturesque, just like I thought he would look like when he grows up.I thought I could watch him go to college.

Xie Tian woke up with a smile on his lips all the time, telling me the few things he could still remember. If he told me today, he might tell it again tomorrow. A story can always be told three or four times. Speaking of him is still beaming.He would sometimes go for a walk in the hospital garden with me. It was the end of autumn and the beginning of winter when the weather cooled down.Xie Tian always complained that he was dressed too much and too hot, obviously he was cold all over.

Zheng Lin also came here often, listening to Xie Tian tell stories, and chanting a few poems with him.Sometimes he comes over to thank God for sleeping, and he just sits with me and watches over him.

He asked me to go to sleep, and I said I couldn't bear it.

I can't bear a minute and a second.

I want to be with him for the rest of my life, watching him watch over him, someone waiting to cook when I go home, someone to chat with you before going to bed, someone to greet you when you are sick, and when you smile, it is like ripples in clear water.

I thought so stubbornly, but I was so desperate that I didn't dare to blink for a moment.

Xie Tian woke up in the early morning of that day, he walked to the window and sat beside me, his eyes were bottomless and still, reflecting the bright stars in the pool, just like the indifferent appearance when I first saw him.

He said, I've been telling the story for so long, it's up to you to tell it.

I was afraid that he would be cold, so I hugged him.He is still 1.6 meters tall, so light that he is almost weightless.

I asked him where he wanted to start, and he leaned on me and said that he met me on a rainy day, and that was the beginning of the story.

I said yes, let's start from here.

The story is not long, I talked about it from the encounter to the present, but the wind blows into the ward, the curtains slightly flutter back to the original point, looking back at the remaining half of the seven years, half happy and half desolate.Finally, Xie Tian closed his eyes, and I read those four words in his ear.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked at me, and smiled slightly: "Is it snowing?"

I said yes and the tears fell

But he shook his head, and finally closed his eyes slowly, with a smile on his lips: "...Maybe it's the Sophora japonica blooming."

I hugged him, looked up at the stars and waited for dawn.When the sun shines in the east, the tears on my face are still wet, and the body in my arms has gone cold.

Xie Tian's body had multiple rotten rashes and tumors, so we chose to cremate the body.I buried my ashes in that grassland, and in winter the grassland was nothing but bare soil and endless barrenness.

Lin Zheng and I were the only ones at the funeral. When the tombstone was erected, I remembered that Xie Tian didn't wear a hearing aid that night. He couldn't hear a word I said, those stories, the last four words.

My eyes were swollen uncomfortably, and the pain was stuck in my throat, but I couldn't cry anymore.During the time when Xie Tian was admitted to the hospital, I often dreamed that I was lost in the woods. I arrived here tonight and where would I go tomorrow night? God weeps.

To whom can I cry now?

"I always knew that night would come, and the story should end, but... I just hate that seven years are too short, and the years to come are too long."

Xie Qian flicked off the cigarette butt and lit the ash for the last time, only to realize that these seven years were just the time for a cigarette. He built up one world and collapsed the other.

He patted the fallen flowers off his shoulder and walked outside.

Yang Qizheng followed behind him, watching him walk through tile-roofed houses, cross paths, and stop at the edge of the village, on top of a hill.

The mountains in the distance are just green, and the weeds stretch behind.

"It's spring." Xie Qian said.

On the day he sent Xie Tian away, the mountain was covered with snow, and the air was filled with sadness.Now it's spring again, new grass grows on the grave, and the branches of Sophora japonica are all over the tree.