casual and fun

January 1th is not a weekend, and Yang Sile has to go to school and prepare for the final exam. Shi Nian doesn't have any expectations for him to come to Shanghai to celebrate his birthday.

There is no difference between the age of 17 and the age of 16 in the past. He is still forgetful, still unable to get what he wants, and still unable to admit his mistake to Yang Sile.This kind of birthday, but worth mentioning.

But on the afternoon of the 19th, he was still uneasy, as if he had been crushed by a rock, and wanted to check WeChat and Moments every few minutes, always feeling that something was going to happen.

Fu Yi finished dinner and came out. Seeing him staring at his phone again, he laughed at him: "Waiting for Yang Yang's birthday wishes? You've forgotten about him, why should he remember your birthday?"

"I didn't..." Shi Nian's face changed slightly, and he changed his words unnaturally, "I'm not waiting for him."

"Then don't stare at Yangyang's WeChat profile picture." Fu Yi put down two sets of bowls and chopsticks, "Come and eat, take medicine after eating, do memory training after taking medicine, and go to bed early after training."

Shi Nian choked on his thoughts, tasted like chewing wax, and left the table after eating half a bowl of rice symbolically: "Mom, I'm going to practice the piano for a while."

Fu Yi snorted and hit him: "It's no wonder you can get in."

Sure enough, I haven't touched the cello for more than two months, and my hands are terrible.Shi Nian originally wanted to play the violin to meditate, but the result was that he became more and more impetuous. When reading the score, he either jumped an extra line or missed the symbols.

Under normal circumstances, he would never make such a low-level mistake. Today, for some reason, he couldn't even press the strings steadily, and the portamento was harsh and ugly, like killing a pig.

He held the bow and rubbed his chest, but he still couldn't find the source of his panic.

Fu Yi washed the dishes and knocked on the door, reminding him that it was time to take the medicine. He comforted himself that he should feel better after taking the medicine.As a result, after taking the medicine, his right eyelid started to twitch wildly again.

"Mom, is right eye twitching a good thing or a bad thing?" Shi Nian was inexplicably scared.

Fu Yi made a pot of fruit tea, and was about to raise his glass to take a sip: "The left eye jumps for money, and the right eye jumps for disaster. Why, your right eye?"

Shi Nian was fidgeting, with a glow on his back: "Hmm... is something going to happen?"

"That's what you say, but it's actually so mysterious." As soon as the words fell, Fu Yi's cell phone on the coffee table rang.

Caller ID: Cen Wanping.

When Shi Nian caught a glimpse of this name, his panic index soared ten thousand times: "Why did Aunt Cen call you suddenly..."

Tomorrow is Shi Nian's birthday, Fu Yi guessed that she should have called to greet Shi Nian, so she teased him leisurely: "Oh, you actually remember your Auntie Cen's name?"

Shi Nian didn't answer, but just watched Fu Yi's expression nervously.

Fu Yi picked up the phone, first said hello with the corners of his mouth raised, and then the smile lasted for less than three seconds before disappearing like lightning.

Suddenly, she opened a strange silence, and the living room was completely silent.After a while, she hastily put down the fruit tea she didn't have time to drink, stood up from the sofa, frowned, and walked quickly towards the room.

"I have the money. If it's not enough, I'll think of other ways."

The panic all afternoon seemed to have come to fruition, Shi Nian already had a premonition, and followed her eagerly, asking softly, "Mom, what's wrong..."

Fu Yi tucked the phone between his shoulders, looked down and took out the wallet from the handbag to check the documents and bank cards, and comforted Cen Wanping on the other end of the phone: "Wanping, don't rush here, even if you fly over, it will be early in the morning. It's not safe. I'll go to the hospital to check the situation first, and I'll call you as soon as I see Yangyang, okay?"

Like a thunderclap on the ground, when Shi Nian heard her mention Yang Sile, three souls disappeared and seven souls disappeared in an instant, and a huge fire ignited in his mind with a bang, leaving him with only the worst imagination.

"Yang Sile's hospital in Shanghai? Why did he enter the hospital? What's going on!" He flusteredly tugged on Fu Yi's sleeve and refused to let go, in order to attract her attention and force her to answer his own question.

Fu Yi ended the call and was busy checking the balance of his bank card with mobile banking. Impatiently, he raised his arm and shook off his hand, and nodded his face with his index finger: "I will settle the account with you when I come back from the hospital!"

Shi Nian opened his mouth in disbelief, his whole body seemed to have collapsed, and he sat straight at the end of the bed.

Fu Yi changed his coat, put on his bag and was about to leave: "You stay at home for me, remember to check the doors, windows and gas stove before going to bed, do you hear me?"

Hearing this, Shi Nian suddenly stood up from the bed, and followed her step by step to the entrance to put on shoes: "I'm going too...I'm going to see him."

Seeing that his upper body was only wearing a knitted sweater, Fu Yi slapped him hard on the back: "Hurry up and go back to your room to put on your coat if you're going, you'll only add to the chaos!"

"Oh, coat." Shi Nian ran into the room to get the coat like a gust of wind, and ran back like a gust of wind.

"Where's the phone, have you got it?"

"Oh, mobile phone, mobile phone..." He turned to look for the mobile phone on the sofa.

Fu Yi pushed open the door and sighed: "Shi Nian, can you be more considerate."

Shi Nian lowered his head, and retorted silently: It's not that he has no heart, but his heart is already with Yang Sile, and there will be no second one.

On the way, Fu Yi told him the ins and outs of what he had learned from Cen Wanping, starting with Yang Sile working two part-time jobs at the same time day and night to earn his own fare money, all the way up to the day when he wanted to catch up with No. 20. Suffering a high fever for [-] and a half hours, he accidentally fell onto the railroad tracks after getting off the train and was injured all over his body. He was rushed to the hospital by the staff.

Shi Nian remained silent, his breath almost choked by the deep guilt.

No wonder he lost so much weight in just two months; no wonder he slept so restlessly and sweated a lot every time he came; no wonder... no wonder he was so angry last time.

It turned out that Yang Sile did a lot of things that he didn't need to do in order to come to Shanghai to see him every week.

Every time he sneaked into the living room in the middle of the night and squatted in front of the sofa to peek at Yang Sile, he envied him and hated him at the same time.I envy him that he has no troubles and can go wherever he wants; I hate that he doesn't have such sour thoughts as me, so he doesn't have to suffer in adolescence.

However, the truth is that Yang Sile also has troubles and suffers.

Comparing the two, Shi Nian would rather that he had no worries and no worries.

——Especially after seeing Yang Sile lying lifelessly on the hospital bed under a pale quilt.

In the No. [-] observation room of the emergency room, six beds were lined up, separated by blue curtains, and all the beds were hung with infusion bags.

Yang Sile's bed has a lot of hangings, there are four in total.

The doctor who communicated with the staff at the train station said that fortunately he was dressed thickly today and was carrying a guitar on his back. He did not break his bones and was able to climb out of the track with the help of others. Not only was there multiple soft tissue bruises on the back and initial dehydration, it might have killed the wheel on the spot.

Shi Nian was terrified when he heard this, his hands and feet were cold.Fu Yi was afraid that Cen Wanping would be worried, so he only told her that she was safe on the phone, saving the doctor's assumption and saving her from having to ask for leave to come here.

Yang Sile still had a high fever and was exhausted from the long-distance travel. Even in the noisy observation room, he still fell asleep all the time.

Shi Nian couldn't bear to sit on the side of the hospital bed and watched helplessly. He ran to the supermarket in the hospital to buy a washbasin and a towel, and went to the inpatient department next door to fetch hot water to wipe his body and cover the needle. Should intervene.

Since Yang Sile had multiple injuries, the nurse saw that he had no family members to help him, so in order to facilitate the application of medicine, the nurse changed him into a hospital gown.Shi Nian unbuttoned his hospital gown at this moment, only to find that there was a red rash under his left rib, which spread densely to his back.

Fu Yi saw that he stopped suddenly, got up and took a look, and sighed distressedly: "Oh, why did he still have a rash? Misfortunes never come singly..."

Shi Nian pursed his lips, buttoned him gently, and squatted back to the bed to rub the handkerchief.

After wringing out the water, he covered Yang Sile's needled right hand with a hot towel, and quietly held his fingertips under the towel.

At 12:30, the infusion was finally finished, and the nurse took out the needle and informed them that they could go home for observation.Shi Nian leaned into Yang Sile's ear, calling his name softly, and wanted to ask if he had the strength to walk.

Yang Sile's eyelashes trembled, and he tried his best to open his eyes a little. He didn't seem to recognize him, and thought that the person who accompanied him on the bed was the station staff who sent him to the hospital, and weakly uttered three words: "Sister... water……"

Shi Nian hurried to buy water for him, but Fu Yi held him back and told him, "Buy another pack of cotton swabs and a thermometer, it will be useful when you get home."

Shi Nian repeated it earnestly: "Is there anything else, I'll buy it all at once."

Fu Yi paused: "Forget it, I'll ask the doctor, you stay here with your brother well."

Shi Nian knew that she was afraid that he would not be able to remember things if he was in a hurry, so he sat down obediently and waited for her to come back.

Parents are not present, so I can finally be bolder.He carefully took Yang Sile's hand, put it close to his face, and said in fear: "Yang Sile, you scared me to death."

Shi Nian heard his voice trembling, and immediately felt a lot of fear in his heart: "You are not allowed to do this in the future, I, I am about to be scared to tears by you..."

Before Yang Sile had time to fall asleep, he realized that someone was holding his hand and talking to him, so he opened his eyes again.

He thought it would be Cen Wanping who flew over upon hearing the news, but it turned out to be Shi Nian who was still in shock.

It's like dreaming.

"Every year..."

To prevent himself from falling asleep again, he blinked frequently and asked hoarsely, "Are you Niannian?"

Seeing that he regained consciousness, Shi Nian hurried over: "I am, I am! How are you feeling now? Are you feeling better?"

Yang Sile thought, if he didn't scold himself not to call him Niannian, he must be dreaming, or hallucinating due to being unconscious.

But he liked the illusion.

"It's better." He smiled miserably at the person in front of him, and said out of strength, "I'm just a little thirsty."

"My mother is going to buy water for you, and she will be back soon." Shi Nian reached out and touched his cheek, which was still hot, "Are you really better? Is there any pain?"

Yang Sile closed his eyes exhaustedly, and rubbed his cheek against his palm: "Back hurts."

It was only then that Shi Nian realized that even if he knew what was wrong with Yang Sile, he didn't know what he could do.

"Shall I call a doctor for you?"

"No, the skin may be broken, it's hot and painful." Yang Sile coughed twice and asked him, "Where's my guitar?"

"It's here." Shi Nian pointed to the head of the bed.

"It broke."

"Hmm... I just checked, the strings are broken, and the speaker is deformed..."

Yang Sile looked up, somewhat regaining consciousness through this movement: "Really? Forget it."

Shi Nian asked, "Forget what?"

Yang Sile stopped talking, as if the conversation just now had used up all his strength, and now he could only look away and take a good look at Shi Nian.

Shi Nian had never seen such a haggard look, such eyes... the amorous Yang Sile, panicked in his heart, put down Yang Sile's hand in embarrassment, and asked to cover up: "Why are you staring at me? I have a bruise on my face. something?"

Yang Sile raised the corner of his mouth, and replied softly: "No. It's just that I haven't seen you like this for a long time, and I want to see you more."