after being terminally ill

It was raining heavily outside the window, and I was slightly distracted as I listened to the sound of the growing rain.

I have always been a person who plans for a rainy day. I always keep two umbrellas in my schoolbag, one for myself and the other for Song Zizhuo.

Song Zizhuo is the young master of the Song family, and the Song family is so powerful that even in the capital where the rich and powerful are everywhere, he can be regarded as the top among the top. As the young master of the Song family, Song Zizhuo is loved by thousands of people, so his status is natural It goes without saying that gold is extremely expensive.

And I am Song Zizhuo's follower, from childhood to adulthood.

Since I was ignorant of the governor, my father often told me to listen to the young master, be optimistic about the young master, coax the young master well, protect the young master, be sensible and don't make the young master angry, don't make the young master sad, don't let the young master down...

The young master mentioned by the father naturally refers to Song Zizhuo.

And almost three sentences that my father often said to me are inseparable from Song Zizhuo.

My father never seemed to realize that I was actually younger than Song Zizhuo, and because of my premature birth, I was much weaker than the always strong Song Zizhuo when I was young.

From my father's point of view, Song Zizhuo needs more protection and pampering than I do.

It's not that I have been sad and wronged by my father's attitude, but after all, I don't want to see disappointment in my father's eyes, and after so many years, taking care of Song Zizhuo has almost become my habit.

After getting used to it, everything is actually not so difficult to accept.

I don't know if this counts as a tragedy.

But thinking about these things is just mediocrity, and as I get older, I gradually learn not to dwell on these things.

After all, my current life is given by my father and the Song family, and both my father and the Song family hope that I can take good care of Song Zizhuo. In this case, it is only natural to regard Song Zizhuo as my responsibility, and to do my best for him. There is nothing to say of.

I thought that my life might be like this, like an eternal planet, revolving around Song Zizhuo forever, and then my life would be stagnant, without any waves.

But a month ago, a bolt from the blue exploded in my life out of thin air.

At that time, I held the hospital examination report and stood in the lobby of the best hospital in Kyoto. My mind was blank and I was at a loss.

I never thought that when I suddenly found out that I was terminally ill, this kind of bloody drama that only appeared in the eight o'clock file would happen to me one day.

When I first got the inspection report, I looked at the words on it, and my heart felt cold for a while. After repeated confirmation, I finally calmed myself down.

I maintained my composure, went to different hospitals for multiple examinations, and finally confirmed that the examination report was correct and that I was indeed terminally ill.

And according to the doctor, in my current situation, if there is no accident, I have at most half a year to live.

I took the examination report, recalled what the doctor said, and stood in the lobby of the hospital blankly, watching the crowd pass by me.

I never seem to think about death or anything like that.

After all, I am only 20 years old now, and death sounds too far away from me.

But I didn't expect that fate would be so dramatic, making me wait for such a result when I was caught off guard.

After standing in the hospital lobby for a while, I came back to my senses, pursed my lips, and then threw the inspection report into the trash can.

I am not going to let anyone know that I am terminally ill and dying soon.

I didn't want to be in a pale cold ward, undergoing endless chemotherapy, and waiting in despair to die.

I also don't want to exchange the fact that I'm terminally ill to be treated with subtle pity by everyone, and I don't want to be treated as a porcelain doll by others, as if I were different from most people.

In addition to these reasons, I don't want anyone to know about this matter, probably because, looking back on the past 20 years, it seems that there is no one around me who deserves to tell this news solemnly.

You know, such news is often meaningful to those who care about themselves.

But there seems to be no one in this world who cares too much about me.

My mother, who was closest to me and who cared most about me, passed away five years ago.

And after my father remarried, he was lucky enough to have a son in middle age not long ago, and he was completely immersed in the joy of the new life. I am afraid that he didn't want to know the disappointing news of me.

What's more, I think, for my father, even if I am terminally ill, so what?

As long as I still have a little strength, as long as Song Zizhuo asks, my father will probably try to get me out of the hospital bed, and then go to fulfill Song Zizhuo's request.

Memories of the past came to mind in a trance.

Song Zizhuo's birthday is a grand event for the Song family, and the Song family holds a birthday party for him every year, inviting distinguished people from all walks of life to participate.

And as a follower who always revolves around Song Zizhuo, I will carefully prepare suitable gifts for Song Zizhuo many days in advance every year, and then follow Song Zizhuo to his birthday party, accompany him inseparably, and deal with those he is too lazy to socialize for him.

All this has been going on for more than ten years, and it has never changed.

Until Song Zizhuo's 16th birthday, I had a sudden illness.

The illness came suddenly and violently, repeatedly, and did not recover for many days. Not only did I not have time to prepare gifts for him in the future, but on his birthday, because of the persistent high fever, I didn't even have the energy to get up from the hospital bed to attend the event. his birthday party.

I know Song Zizhuo's character, so I also know that my behavior will definitely make him angry, but my physical condition at that time did not allow me to get up to celebrate his birthday, so in a hazy state of consciousness, I just thought about apologizing to him after I recovered , when the time comes, no matter how willful he loses his temper, I will endure it.

But I didn't expect my father to break into my ward suddenly, and then, regardless of my burning hot body and being unconscious, he forcibly took off my hospital gown, put on me a delicate but uncomfortable gown, and finally Helping me, who was weak all over, got into the car heading for Song's house.

When I was in the car, my father put an ice pack on me.

The coldness on my forehead made me wake up a little bit. With my eyes half open, I saw my father frowning and looking at me, and sighed to me: "How many times have I told you to take care of yourself, but you didn't listen to me?" .”

Listening to the words that seemed to have a sense of intimacy and concern, before I could be moved, I heard what my father said next: "You will bring trouble to the young master, just like today, the young master lost his temper when he didn't see you. Yes. You have to know that only in good health can you keep guarding the young master."

The trace of touch in the bottom of my heart disappeared before it had time to take shape, and there was only a bone-piercing coldness slowly spreading.

In a daze, I felt the coolness in my heart beat the ice pack on my forehead, almost taking all my warmth.

"The young master needs you to find you. You should have done your duty to guard the young master—even if you are sick. So when you see the young master this time, you can't be angry with the young master because of it."

Listening to my father's words, I didn't know what I was feeling for a moment. After a while, I hoarse and forced out a sentence from my throat: "Do you know that if I burn like this, I may die?"

Father was silent.

After that, no one in the car spoke again.

In the suffocating silence, we arrived at the Song residence.

What made me feel extremely ridiculous afterwards was that Song Zizhuo saw that my burned body was weak and weak, and I needed help to stand still, so he ran over and scolded me loudly: "You are already like this, why come here if you don't go to see a doctor?" ?”

Obviously he is the chief culprit for making me stand here like this, but now he said such a thing, I was full of ridicule and almost laughed out loud.

He reached out to try the temperature of my forehead.

I noticed that his hand seemed to be trembling slightly, but I quickly denied my feeling.

I'm afraid I really have a fever and fainted. Why did Song Zizhuo's hands tremble?It's like I'm really flustered because of me.

This is absolutely impossible.

Thinking wildly, my sanity gradually blurred, my thinking became more and more difficult, and my eyelids seemed to weigh more than a thousand catties. In the end, I couldn't hold it anymore, closed my eyes, fell down weakly, and completely lost consciousness.

The author has something to say:

The previous articles portrayed the characters, plots, etc. were very bad. This new article should be practiced. It is a purely modern article. I hope that those who like this article can bubble up and give me motivation o(*////▽ ////*)q