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"Your mother's illness has relapsed."

Yi Xingwen took a taxi at the gate of the community, and on the way to the airport, he talked to his father on the phone, "What's going on? Isn't it all right now? Are you still taking antibiotics?"

Over there, Yi Gaozhan sighed, and said, "I've been eating, but... you know, your mother had slight rejection after the operation. At first, it was just fever and liver pain. Recently, the symptoms have become more and more serious. From time to time, I started to have nosebleeds, which couldn't be stopped, and I went to the hospital, and the doctor said that the symptoms may have recurred."

Yi Xingwen's mother suffered from acute leukemia three years ago, and later underwent bone marrow transplantation. The condition has basically stabilized, but she relapsed suddenly.

Yi Xingwen pursed his lips, calming his father's emotions first, and said, "Don't be in a hurry, stay in the hospital first, and see what the doctor will do. I booked the fastest flight back, and I guess I can arrive at the hospital tonight."

Although Yi Gaozhan was very anxious, he tried his best to calm down to his son and said, "Okay, don't be too anxious, everything has been arranged in the hospital, you... come back and see your mother."

Yi Xingwen took a deep breath and said, "Okay."

He hung up the phone and checked the time.

It's the time to go to work at noon, the road conditions are relatively friendly, and there is still some distance to the airport. Yi Xingwen put away his phone and turned his gaze out of the car window.

The overpasses are layered on top of each other, and the vehicles are circling and flying.

The rhythm of the capital is too fast, and time seems to fly by so quickly that some things have been squeezed out of the picture by the colorfulness before they have time to form a memory in the brain.

Unlike his hometown.

His hometown is a third-tier city in the south, where the climate is humid and hot, and about a quarter of the annual return to the south is accounted for. In this climate, people are reluctant to walk a few steps, and the pace of life is extremely slow.

Just like in the eyes of a snail, most of the memories of a lifetime are nothing more than a few hedges of green leaves.

Yi Xingwen's deepest impression of his hometown is his mother's illness.

Three years ago, Yi Xingwen had been writing essays for seven years, and he had written about thirty long and short stories. As the saying goes, feelings have a seven-year itch, and writing is no exception.At that time, the topics he wanted to write and the ideas he thought of had already been written in sevens and eighties, and his inspiration had reached a bottleneck period.

At that time, Qi Yan persuaded him to invest in the establishment of their own cultural company and asked him to work in the capital.

It's good for Yi Xingwen to think about it. Maybe you can have a different experience in another place, which is also good for writing.

But just as he was about to go to the capital, his mother was diagnosed with acute leukemia, disrupting all his plans.

The mother was ill and her life was hanging by a thread.

His father's company was on the verge of bankruptcy due to careless management.

During that time, the sky above Yi Xingwen's head could be said to be shrouded in an ominous dark cloud.

For a whole year, he stayed in the hospital and accompanied his mother to undergo chemotherapy, watching her lose weight, lose hair and pale face day by day.Receive parents' relatives and friends from time to time, watch them cry, listen to them lamenting their mother's misfortune, and then tell their own misfortune.What I receive every day is negative/negative news, and my personal spirit will be abnormal.

What's more, his job is not so relaxed. The contract signed with the website is to write at least one book every year. The company knows the situation of his family and gives him a period of relaxation in a humane way. However, it has been nearly two years since the last time it was completed. Yes, there are more and more suspicions about him on the Internet, he has no choice but to rush the ducks to the shelves.

At that time, his mind was blank, and his inspiration was exhausted. Coupled with the heavy things like life and death every day, he didn't have the slightest mood to create.Facing the computer, I can't write half a word. Every time I type a word, it takes a lot of effort. It is equivalent to forcing myself to go to the battlefield, and all the energy and brain power are consumed.

The more I write, the more disgusting I get, and the more I write, the more I collapse.

Naturally, the text written in this way cannot be accepted by readers.

At that time, there were a lot of rumors about him on the Internet. Some people said that he was out of talent, some scolded him for his high self-esteem, and some even speculated whether he was a different person and why there was such a big gap in writing style.

His commercial value has also plummeted, and there are even malicious comments under the previously completed book.

Yi Xingwen had already expected this kind of result and was mentally prepared.

But he overestimated his ability to bear. The powerlessness in real life and the abuse in the online world were like two mountains pressing down on him in turn. He was really overwhelmed.

Countless times, he ran to the river and stood under a tree for hours.

I've thought about everything, I've thought about everything.

But in the end, I still can't bear this world.

Thinking about it now, fortunately, I didn't do anything irrational at that time.

At that time, I felt that life was bleak and my prospects were dull, but now it seems that it is not just such a little thing, it is not enough.

Later, the hospital found a matching bone marrow, and my mother was lucky enough to survive the operation. Although the subsequent rejection was still tormenting, she finally survived the catastrophe and saved her life.

Moreover, the experience at that time also gave him a habit-fishing.

Every time I have something in my heart or a bad mood, I go fishing by the river, look at the magnificent and calm water, think about interesting things, and naturally I will not think about those messy things when I live freely.

But this time...

Yi Xingwen sighed, took out his phone from his bag, clicked on the playlist, and put the earphones into his ears.

The soothing music rang in his ears, gradually calming down his mood.

Hope it's safe.

At eight o'clock in the evening, Yi Xingwen rushed to the hospital where his mother was, and met the doctor.

Dr. Liang, who performed bone marrow transplantation on his mother three years ago, is the best hematologist in the local area. When he saw Yi Xingwen, he said to him very seriously: "The rejection reaction is too severe and has exceeded the normal range. After the examination, it was preliminarily determined that the disease had relapsed."

Yi Xingwen asked with a sullen face, "How should this situation be treated?"

Dr. Liang did not talk nonsense with him, and said: "At this stage, we can only undergo chemotherapy first. If the chemotherapy effect is not good, we may consider another bone marrow transplantation, but let alone whether we can find a matching bone marrow again. Your mother is over 50 years old this year. It is too risky to undergo surgery again, so let’s take a step at a time..."

Yi Xingwen had no choice but to obey the doctor's orders, nodded and said, "Okay. I hope you can arrange the best treatment conditions."

Dr. Liang knew that he was a famous author, he was not short of money, and he didn't want to be courteous with him, so he said, "Of course."

As he spoke, he patted the stiff shoulder of the young man in front of him, and comforted him: "Your mother's nosebleed has stopped, and she is now receiving an infusion. Go and see her."

Yi Xingwen breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Yes. Thank you doctor."

Then he walked to the ward step by step with heavy steps, and looked up at the house number: 405.

It was the ward where my mother lived three years ago.

My mother had recovered and was discharged from the hospital before, and the hospital may have arranged her mother to this ward for a good omen.

He put his hand on the doorknob, and just about to open the door, the desolate cry in the room came out from the crack of the door.

What followed was a woman's hoarse cry, "Sister, what can you do, last time it was healed, why did it happen again this time, why is God so unfair, why did you treat us sisters like this... ..."

As soon as Yi Xingwen heard this familiar tone like a ghost crying for mourning, veins popped up on his forehead unconsciously.

Is the mother's sister, but also his aunt.

Some time before my mother's illness, she went to visit her at her home, and she forced her to stay there for a while. At that time, her home had just been renovated and the formaldehyde had not completely dissipated.

The doctor said that most of the mother's illnesses were due to her own weak constitution, but excessive formaldehyde intake might also be an important factor.

Although Yi Xingwen knew that no one should be blamed for this incident, he still inevitably felt a little resentment towards this aunt.

In the past 20 years, he has no other impression of this aunt. Just being a "cry-loving and cowardly" is enough to give Yi Xingwen a headache.

Three years ago, apart from his mother's daily tedious chemotherapy, the hardest thing he faced was the weeping, mournful cry of this little aunt, accompanied by her complaining about the misfortune of her life, and crying about how God had treated her. issues of injustice.

It can be said that [-]% of the negative emotions are brought about by her.

So much so that Yi Xingwen's later nightmares often featured her cries as the main content.

He slammed the door open, suppressed his anger and whispered: "Enough."

-

"enough."

Yu Fan dragged his chin and said helplessly as he watched the bullet screens flashing in the live broadcast room.

He sat in front of the computer at eight o'clock and started the live broadcast, but he didn't want to play anything, so he opened the game interface and sighed east and west, doing nothing with confidence.

The bullet screens were stimulated by their host's depressed appearance, and they complained one after another:

"Bringing someone to a high score and then patting their ass and leaving, what's the difference between this behavior and a scumbag who blackmails his friends when he gets a shot?!"

"Baby, don't be sad, this one will run away, the next one will be better!"

"Can we have some ambition! Click the mouse to start, I don't believe that one person can't survive! Contemporary independent men must start by learning to play games alone!"

Yu Fan: "..."

Yu Fan said helplessly: "He's just busy with family affairs! It's not like he ran away! Why do you make him look like a scumbag who abandoned his wife and son?"

Um?This seems a bit wrong.

The barrage began to flash again.

"It's not that we made him look like a scumbag, it's that you are very much like that abandoned wife, we can't do otherwise."

"You can't do this, you're like a fish out of water without Brother Niao's company, you're too spineless!"

Yu Fan looked at the birdcage on the side, and said in dissatisfaction: "Who said there is no one to accompany me, isn't there two cuties accompanying me?"

Qu Zipu fluttered his wings and whistled in a dignified way.

The barrage laughed.

"Hahahaha, brother bird is too funny, he left two birds for Yu as hostages when he went out on business... Well, bird hostages."

"These two little birds are Brother Bird's body? Hahahahaha."

"Oh, what are you talking about, the young lovers are not allowed to be sad for a while after parting?"

"Quickly start the game, am I spending traffic to watch other people show their affection?"

"Yeah, start the game! I want to watch the fish play skydiving."

Yu Fan raised his eyelids to look at the barrage, and sighed slowly, "I'm just a rookie, and I'm really too aggressive. If there is no big boss with a lying chicken, I might as well hang up in front of the computer."

Barrage:"???"

Yu Fan was stunned for a moment, then cautiously added: "...skrskr?"

The author has something to say: Yu Fan:

Don't get sleepy, everyone, listen to my rhyme.

Good luck to you, lucky exam tomorrow!

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