Hechun and Jingming

In the past day, Mrs. Chen has been in a comatose state, with many physical indicators showing unstable ups and downs. At present, the attending doctor has no plan to perform a second operation.These, He Chun found out through the dialog box with Qu Jingming when he was reading WeChat on the road. He was in the dark when the message was sent, so he didn't reply a word.

He was eager to see Qu Jingming, so he parked his car at the hospital and sent him a message, asking where he was.But the elevator went up to the floor where Mrs. Chen lived, and Qu Jingming didn't reply.He walked quickly towards Mrs. Chen's ward.The inpatient department in the second half of the night was extremely quiet, with long corridors and pale lights. No wonder it was the first background of the horror story.

He pushed open the door of Mrs. Chen's ward, and there was a man lying beside the old lady's bed, as if asleep.He smiled and got a little playful, thinking of the horror movie-like corridor just now, he wanted to scare Qu Jingming.So he tiptoed over, raised his hand, and made a pinch gesture, and suddenly realized that this person was neither Qu Jingming nor Gu Jianfeng.

He froze for a moment, withdrew his hand, and then stared fixedly at the back.

People are very strange. People who hate themselves will remember more deeply than those they love.Although he and Mo Xinqun only met once, ever since he knew that this person had killed his parents, that one-side relationship has deepened infinitely, so that if that person appeared in his line of sight for a second, he could immediately recognize.

Why is he here.The question flashed through his mind, but it didn't stay for long.

Because he was quickly restrained by another raging and weird desire, a gust of anger surged into his heart, and it tore him in two in an instant, half of which was still rational, looking at this enemy with cold eyes; The person before death—he even glanced at the table next to the hospital bed, looking for something like a fruit knife.Unfortunately, no.

He turned to think of the prank he wanted to do - he, a young and strong man, couldn't strangle a middle-aged man in his 50s or [-]s who never seemed to pay attention to his own health management?

Late at night is a time when violence and evil are easy to release. He feels that he can't restrain his instinctive impulse to hurt this person's life, but the part that still has reason is stating the pros and cons to him, most of which are cons; and selfishness is human. Another kind of nature, he clearly knows that if he really cleans up this person, he will be ruined, which makes him unable to do it.

He wanted revenge, but he didn't want to destroy himself.Both are real longings, they rolled in his heart at the same time, making him irritable, staring at Mo Xinqun fiercely and coldly, his hands had been involuntarily clenched into a pain-bearing fist, and the two split him made a fist. A tug-of-war.

"Hechun!"

"Big Spring..."

Suddenly, two voices sounded at the same time.He Chun received them, and before he could distinguish where they came from, he came back to his senses, and found that he had already raised his hand towards Mo Xinqun, ready to strangle him.At this moment, when he came back to his senses, he turned his eyes blankly, and after a second or two, he realized that Mrs. Chen had woken up.

Under the ravages of time, her eyes were no longer beautiful and bright, but shrunk into two small black beads sunken in the wrinkled skin.Under the dim light, the pair of black beads appeared cloudy, facing each other at a distance, and they couldn't even tell whether they could really see you.

But she should have indeed seen it, and there was a serious expression on her face that she hadn't seen for a long time, just like when she was going to beat them when she was a child.

At the same time, Qu Jingming walked in from the door of the ward. He stood behind Hechun, gently held Hechun's hand and put it down, breathing in Hechun's ear, it was unbelievably soft, and his voice was also very soft, like light cotton wadding. : "Hey, don't think about it."

He Chun had already woken up, he took a deep breath, adjusted the heavy breath that had been caused by the bewilderment before, weighed the situation in front of him, and naturally thought that it was inappropriate to kill Mo Xinqun; It's inappropriate, it doesn't make sense for the enemy to guard their elderly.

He suppressed his murderous intentions, and became violent again. He was not polite at all, and slapped Mo Xinqun on the shoulder, slapping Mo Xinqun, who was too tired to take a nap, and came back suddenly from a light sleep, his face full of confusion , opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but when he looked up and saw He Chun, he immediately held back.

He Chun was condescending, raised his chin slightly, and spoke in a very soft tone, with an attitude that seemed to be reasonable but was actually a hooligan: "What are you doing here?"

Mo Xinqun hurriedly got up and explained: "I, my mother heard that... Aunt Chen was hospitalized here, so she asked me to come to watch the night. I have nothing to do, so I came here to see if I can help, and I will... help."

The last word speaks louder than a mosquito.

He Chun raised his lips sarcastically: "You came to see my aunt? Are you still on vigil?"

Feeling his oppression, Mo Xinqun took a step back subconsciously. He was half a head shorter than He Chun, and his imposing manner was naturally lacking, and he looked scared again. It really looked like he was crushed to death.He Chun looked at him, feeling extremely uncomfortable because he couldn't be pinched to death, he said "yes" dully, and immediately made He Chun furious.

"Guard your grandma! You deserve it too? If you like guarding so much, you might as well guard my parents' grave for a few years!"

He didn't growl loudly, but he just had a sense of being a jerk, as if he was a school bully and a gangster leader in his youth, and he could do something asshole at any time.Mo Xinqun has lived for more than 40 years, and is good at everything except small tricks. Hearing this, he hurriedly looked to Qu Jingming for help.He didn't know that the old lady was awake.

In the end, it was the old lady who said: "You go back, you don't want to guard, you don't have to come again."

At this time, the old lady was actually sober, her eyes swept lazily over the three people in front of her, and finally she closed her eyes slightly: "Tell your mother, our family does not need atonement, and don't see each other. Be safe."

Mo Xinqun rubbed his hands in bewilderment, and went to see Qu Jingming.He had long thought that the man in white was the best, because he was relatively calm.

Qu Jingming waved the back of his hand to him, obeying the old lady's order to drive away.He breathed a sigh of relief, the habit of messing around for many years made him bow his head and bow to everyone, and then quickly rolled away.

There were three people left in the ward.Hechun disgustedly threw away the chair Mo Xinqun sat on just now, pulled it up again, sat down in front of the bed, and did not speak to Qu Jingming, but only asked the old lady: "Auntie, are you hungry?" ? Do you feel any pain?"

Old Mrs. Chen opened her eyes, picked a random place to look at, and stared at him, ignoring him.

He turned his back, waved his hand in front of the old lady, and said in a coquettish tone, "Auntie, I know you are awake, don't pretend you don't know me."

Mrs. Chen slowly raised her eyelids and glanced at him, which seemed to indicate that she was indeed awake, but she didn't want to pay attention to him.

Ever since she suffered from dementia, every time she wakes up her temper is confusing, and Hechun has actually gotten used to her cold treatment.But Qu Jingming didn't. He looked at him and felt aggrieved for Hechun, but his position was even more alienated from Mrs. Chen, and he really couldn't be a peacemaker; besides, Hechun seemed to be blaming him for letting Mo Xinqun in. .

For a while, the ward fell silent.After a long time, Mrs. Chen suddenly said: "You are a decent person, don't be impulsive."

What he said was a bit out of context, and out of reach in the end, but in this situation, He Chun understood.When he was a child, the bear was a bear, but he listened to what his aunt said. First, the aunt taught people seriously, and the truth was still very firm. Second, the aunt had a temper, and if she didn't listen, she would be beaten.Therefore, his consciousness of listening to aunt's words formed a conditioned reflex.

"I understand, I won't mess around." He lowered his head, clasped his hands, squeezed each other's jaws, and comforted, "Auntie, don't worry, and don't take my dad's matter to heart. It’s over. Treat your illness well, and we’ll go home in two days.”

Hearing this, Mrs. Chen was finally willing to turn her gaze around, with a disillusioned smile in her eyes, as if she herself had no idea whether she was concerned about the matter with Yonglian or whether she could go home in two days or not. It's very open, but it's a bit helpless and pity for Hechun who can't see it.

He Chun was soon felt guilty by her, and lowered his eyes slightly: "Auntie, Jing Ming is a doctor, and he will definitely find a way to cure your illness."

But after he finished speaking, he seemed to feel that this was too self-deceiving.Doctors have their own specialties, and the sign on Qu Jingming's chest clearly says nephrology department, so it has nothing to do with her department of neurology.

Mrs. Chen raised her hand and patted her quilt lightly: "I'm almost done. I've done a lot of things in my life. It's not considered mediocre. I have some regrets, but who doesn't have regrets? Jingming... ..."

Hearing her call Qu Jingming, the two young men were startled.He Chun was indeed a little bit angry with Qu Jingming, but at this moment, he immediately became anxious, and stared back at Qu Jingming, a little anxious, for fear that the aunt would beat them both on the spot.

Qu Jingming stood half a meter away from the bed, bent slightly and replied, "Aunt."

Mrs. Chen sighed, looked at him for a moment, and said: "You have worked hard. In the future, if there is anything at home, I hope you will do your part together for the sake of your aunt and Dachun."

Qu Jingming looked at her: "I will."

Old lady Chen nodded her chin, her eyes seemed to have found a new focus, she just looked at Qu Jingming, her eyes said they were affectionate, but they were dazed and loose;After a long while, I closed my eyelids again tiredly, moved my body a little, and lay down more comfortably.

"You all don't have to watch, go back to sleep, I have nothing serious to do." She said, waving her hand, "I want to eat millet porridge, siu mai, and soybean milk in the morning."

He Chun and Qu Jingming looked at each other, they looked at the old lady, and they left the ward for fear of disturbing her sleep.It's impossible for them all to go back; Hechun got up and ran over to replace Qu Jingming, so of course he had to be sent back.However, Qu Jingming picked up his white coat and shrugged his shoulders: "I changed the night shift with someone. Even if I don't keep watch, I still have to go to work."

He Chun: "...then you go back to work."

Qu Jingming knew that there was no way to persuade Hechun to go back, so he didn't object to this suggestion, he just raised the sign on his chest and said, "The Department of Nephrology is on the fourth floor. If you have any questions, you can come to me on the fourth floor. I'm either in the big office of the department, or in the duty room, all at the north end."

He Chun was angry: "Got it."

Qu Jingming looked around, saw no one was there, and stood in a different direction, then quietly lifted Hechun's hand, approached him, and coaxed in a low voice: "Are you angry? It's my fault, I shouldn't let that kind of person go." Go into the ward, tomorrow I will tell Director Qi not to force her son to come."

He Chun looked at him with lowered eyebrows, still gasping for breath: "I have something I wanted to tell you."

Qu Jingming: "You can say anything now."

He Chunqing sighed slightly inaudibly: "Don't worry, let's talk about it when aunt's condition improves." He squeezed Qu Jingming's hand with a little force, "I don't really blame you for doing things wrong. I understand Director Qi's intentions, but I just read it, and I feel a little bit on the opposite side of you, just a little... well, it's really not worth making trouble with you."

Qu Jingming smiled, and said "hmm", with a nasal sound, He Chun thought it sounded strange, and asked him, "Did you block the camera?"

Qu Jingming looked at him, obviously.Hechun understood, and immediately lowered his head and kissed the tip of his nose, and entangled his lips and tongue for a while.Most of the time, this is a way of communication that can convey feelings and attitudes better than words, so after some communication, the little gap between them is filled.

After watching Qu Jingming go to the elevator, He Chun turned and went back to the ward.He didn't know if Mrs. Chen was asleep, but he asked tentatively, "Auntie, are you asleep? Can I talk to you for a while?"

Mrs. Chen didn't respond, and He Chun stared at her for a while, seeing that she really didn't want to go back, she sat down a little disappointed, and took out her mobile phone to spend the rest of the night relying on the problems of modern people.

At this time, he heard Mrs. Chen say, "Why don't you talk about it?"