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Wang Ziqing and the dead Zhang Jin were fellow patients, but they didn't have much contact with each other.

"What's your name? My name is Zhang Jin."

"Wang Ziqing."

The two were lying on the bed and couldn't move. There were three or four meters between them. They had no strength to even speak.

"Your family is so ruthless, you are going to school, can you afford to delay?" Zhang Jin, who was in the clinic, whispered to him

"That's right, if they were afraid of delay, they wouldn't send you to this ghost place." Zhang Jin said again.

Wang Ziqing didn't want to talk anymore at that time, he glanced at the clinical patients.As haggard, wronged, and sad as him, with eyes that longed for something like him.

Zhang Jin was already in his 20s at that time, and Wang Ziqing was more than ten years older than him.They hadn't been friends for a long time, and Zhang Jin was discharged from the hospital within a few months. The illness of the two of them could not be called sick. As for why Wang Ziqing couldn't go out, it was because he had a real illness.

"Tell me, you are really unlucky." Zhang Jin laughed at him before leaving. "But I'm not lucky enough to go anywhere."

As Zhang Jin said, he was sitting on that bed, holding his head and crying like a child, without sound, but Wang Ziqing knew that he was crying, crying heartbreakingly.

"Brother Zhang Jin." Wang Ziqing opened his mouth, "Wait until I go out too, let's cry enough."

What are you crying for? Haven't you cried enough?What's there to cry about!The two thought so in their hearts.

A few years later, Wang Ziqing also recovered and was discharged from the hospital, because the family was unwilling to treat him and was going to let him fend for himself.Wang Ziqing didn't finish high school, so he had to go to work. He was too weak to be a worker, so he could only work as a waiter or something.

Then Wang Ziqing became a professional anchor within a few years. He learned a lot in bars to be likable.Then he met Zhang Jin.

Zhang Jin recognized him through his program and took great pains to find him.

When the two of them met again, they were actually fellow patients in the hospital bed, but Zhang Jin was already terminally ill and there was no cure for it.They made an appointment at a barbecue stand. It was cold at night and the barbecue was very spicy. They ordered a cold beer but didn't take a sip.

Zhang Jin looked haggard at the time, saying that he couldn't hold on anymore, he really couldn't take it anymore.

Wang Ziqing didn't say anything, because Zhang Jin didn't need to comfort him anymore.

An hour after entering the meeting, only one of the two said a word.Then they grabbed cold roasts and cold beers at room temperature and ate and drank.I ate all the barbecue and drank all the beer, neither less nor more.

Wang Ziqing asked what you wanted me to do, or what you wanted to do.

"I fucking want to die." Zhang Jin said, he spoke very calmly, and then ordered the meat again in the same tone.

Wang Ziqing poked the struggling fly on the table with a barbecue stick, and said, "Please help, otherwise why would you ask me."

Zhang Jin looked at him and laughed, and then continued to laugh with tears streaming down his face. He laughed not loudly but for a long time, but he didn't mind.

"I'm just scared, I'm afraid no one will know that I'm dead."

He said that he had taken a fancy to a bridge in this city, and he would jump off the bridge tonight and asked Wang Ziqing if it would work.

"Yes, I'll watch you dance." Wang Ziqing answered him like this.

"Also, my name is Wang Ziqing now. My stepfather changed it for me, so I can figure it out myself."

Zhang Jin smiled, tremblingly said: "Your family members are all beasts, this is driving you to death."

He said it as if no one forced him to die. It is estimated that Zhang Jin also lived this kind of life.

The bridge was very quiet that night, I thought it was already early morning, and there were very few cars coming and going.Wang Ziqing was lying on the railing at that time, looking at the garbage in the river under the bridge under the dim light, thinking that this bridge is really not a good place, and he would never die here in that suit, thinking about it makes him feel distressed.

"This place is very good, just like garbage with garbage." Zhang Jin expressed his satisfaction.Wang Ziqing thought for sure that he just didn't need to feel bad about his Taobao goods.

Zhang Jin didn't jump down in a hurry, he said a lot to Wang Ziqing, and he didn't care whether Wang Ziqing listened or not, he talked about the past ten years like beans in a bamboo tube.

"I endured it for 11 years, and he also endured it with me. I know he doesn't want to be with me. Who doesn't have a life!"

"His family has to take care of the elderly, so he can't be as unfilial as I am, right? My parents and I haven't talked for more than nine years." Zhang Jin said very plainly, but full of exhaustion and pessimism, "Unknowingly, I also He's almost forty, and he's also forty, and we can't afford it."

At that time, Wang Ziqing wanted to smoke a cigarette for no reason. He was quitting smoking now and didn't bring it with him, so he had to swallow his saliva and endure it.

Zhang Jin had nothing to say. He felt that this was useless and hypocritical, so he didn't talk about emotional problems. He thought this way: "It's not because of emotional problems that I can't think about it. I just can't live anymore."

"Tell me, is it possible that I'm crazy too, and all this is a dream I had?"

Wang Ziqing waited for a while and looked at the time: "Let's dance, there will be more people if it is later."

Besides, regardless of whether it is in a dream or not, the ending of people like us is the same.

Zhang Jin nodded, not angry. He turned over the fence and said another sentence: "I suddenly thought of a person who jumped into the river a few years ago and died; now there are many people mourning him."

"One month after my death, if someone finds out, you can come to my grave to see me and bring a bird of paradise, I like it." Zhang Jin finally enjoined, it was his last words.

Wang Ziqing nodded.Then Zhang Jin jumped down, Wang Ziqing couldn't bear to watch.

Immediately, the sound of falling into the water reached his ears, as if it was Zhang Jin's farewell to the world and a proof of his feelings for someone.

Wang Ziqing wanted to smoke a cigarette, and his whole body was itchy, but he enjoyed this feeling.Because he is still alive.

As the sun rose and the number of vehicles gradually increased, Wang Ziqing finally took a look at the lake.A few mineral water bottles floated on it and floated with the water surface. The lake surface was very calm, very calm, as if nothing had happened.

Where will he go?Wang Ziqing thought this way, he was worried about Zhang Jin, maybe Zhang Jin didn't die, but this time he will exhaust his life's courage, not only the courage to live, but also the courage to die, and then he will live like this in the chaos of life and death Live his whole life.

Maybe he died, and then the spirit floated out to watch his body sink into the polluted water and kiss the garbage, and then floated out to watch him stare stupidly at the lake, and finally disappeared.

No matter what the possibility is, there is no such Zhang Jin in this world anymore.

Wang Ziqing closed his eyes, the urge to jump was stronger than the urge to smoke.Wang Ziqing suddenly remembered that he hadn't taken the medicine yet.

Busy on the road, the sound of cars is very noisy and disturbing.Wang Ziqing still didn't leave, he suddenly wanted to know if anyone could find Zhang Jin, so he waited so persistently.Then he finally walked off the bridge without looking back, the attachment just now disappeared in an instant, and now he has no interest anymore.

Because no matter whether anyone finds out, that is Zhang Jin's ending, not his, and his ending is not here.

Then when he received the news of Zhang Jin's death, in his eyes Zhang Jin had been dead for seven days.Then he went round and round to contact his family. It has been several days since the funeral was finished, and his family buried him here and did not bring him back to his hometown.

Wang Ziqing is now sitting next to Zhang Jin's new grave, basking in the sun with him, just like on the bridge that day, he is inexplicably interested, he wants to see Zhang Jin's final outcome.

At this time, a man, about 40 years old, glanced at Zhang Jin's tombstone, and then at Wang Ziqing who was sitting there.After a while he made up his mind to come.

Wang Ziqing didn't even turn his head. The man had already come over. He said to Zhang Jin, "Old Zhang, I'm here to see you."

The man also brought a bouquet of flowers, and the man put it next to Wang Ziqing's bird of paradise, and Wang Ziqing looked at it.

Also a bunch of birds of paradise.

We have only one thing in common, we never think our choices are wrong, but no one recognizes us.