after being terminally ill

When I woke up, I was back in the hospital ward.

Then I learned that I had been in a coma for three days, and the high fever never subsided. Fortunately, the condition finally improved.

Although the situation improved and I woke up, the complications of the disease still kept me in the hospital for more than two months.

Since then, although I have recovered from my illness, my physical condition is not as good as before.

The doctor asked me to take good care of my body at ordinary times, and it is best not to do strenuous exercise if there is nothing to do.

Then he added with a sigh, if it wasn't for the fact that I dragged my sick body out of the hospital before, which made my condition worse, and I failed to return to the hospital for treatment in time, there would not have been such serious consequences.

I just smiled when I heard it, as if I didn't care about it.

After my father heard the doctor's diagnosis, he seemed to feel a little guilty at first, but seeing my calm appearance, the guilt gradually faded away.

But my father didn't know the true thoughts in my heart.

He didn't know that I was only interested in boxing for so many years, and he didn't know how much effort I had put in to transform my originally weak body into a slightly stronger body in order to be able to practice boxing.

But now, I have to give up my only hobby.

Thinking about what I swore to my boxing master a month ago, I will definitely keep practicing boxing and strive to be able to participate in the league in the future.

But now everything is in vain.

There was a bitter taste in my mouth.

After this incident happened, my heart gradually became cold, and I finally no longer had any expectations for my father.

But because after losing my only hobby, I was at a loss. I just felt that the world was so big but I didn't know what to do.

And after all, the Song family was kind to me, so I couldn't just leave Song Zizhuo behind immediately.

In addition, for my father, who is my closest relative, deep down in my heart, I still don't want to disappoint him too much.

So I decided, until I find what I want to do, I should resume my previous life and continue to be Song Zizhuo's follower for the time being.

It’s just that compared to before, I’m suffering as a servant now, for no other reason, but because I can’t restrain my aversion to Song Zizhuo now, so whenever I see him and do things for him, it’s a treat for me. torture.

You must know that although Song Zizhuo has done a lot of excessive things to me in the past, but because I know that I am his follower, and I may follow him for a long time in the future, so in order not to make myself feel too uncomfortable, I will try my best to persuade myself Do not resent him.

But this time I couldn't persuade myself anymore, I even felt reluctant to smile when I saw him.

So in order not to let him see any clues, I had no choice but to try to numb myself, and at the same time minimize the chances of getting along with him.

Probably my disguise was quite successful. Song Zizhuo didn't seem to notice that I was different from the past. I even heard him talking to his friends one day, mentioning me in his words, and his tone was very complacent: "I'm going too far So what? Isn't my servant following me with all his heart?"

His friend clicked his tongue: "The little follower is too kind to you, could it be that he has a crush on you?"

Song Zizhuo didn't speak, but the corners of his mouth were curled up, and the complacency in his eyes was obvious.

I listened to these words outside, lowered my eyes, with no expression on my face.

Like Song Zizhuo?

Impossible in the next life.

I waited outside until they changed the subject, and then walked in as if nothing had happened, and put the bag full of snacks and drinks on the table.

"Why so slow?" Song Zizhuo said while taking the drink I handed him, frowning slightly, "The drink is not cold enough."

He didn't seem to realize that this was what he and his friends called a secret base. It was located in a desolate place, and the nearest store was nearly three kilometers away.

And when he doesn't allow me to drive his new car and doesn't allow others to come here, I can only go back and forth on two legs.

But I didn't say anything. There is really no need to explain to this kind of person.

Seeing that I was silent, he intensified and insisted on getting me a frozen drink right away.

Faced with his nonsense, I might have tried to complete the task in the past, but now I am tired, so I just lowered my eyes slightly and stood silently.

Some of his friends had a half-smile: "It seems that your little follower is not as obedient as you said."

Anger appeared on Song Zizhuo's face. After glaring at me, he threw the soda can in his hand to my feet with all his strength, and the splashed drink wet my trousers.

I didn't move, still lowered my eyes, looked at the ground lightly, and let him vent.

A friend of his said: "It's so remote here, and there's no refrigerator or anything like that. Why don't you drink something cold? Don't embarrass others."

Song Zizhuo seemed to be even more angry. He sneered, walked up to me, picked up the drink on the table, opened it, and poured a bottle over my head.

I raised my head and looked at him indifferently, regardless of the icy liquid that was continuously flowing from my head.

After he and I looked at each other for a while, for some reason, the hand that was still pouring the drink froze.

After a while, he looked away, pursed his lips, then threw the drink bottle in his hand aside, said something disappointing, and then led his friends to drive away.

I was left alone.

This is not the first time Song Zizhuo has done such a thing, I have long been used to his childish willfulness and moodiness, and to me, there is nothing wrong with being alone, at least I don't have to see Song Zizhuo's face anymore.

So after wiping my face and tidying up my appearance a little, I leaned on my two legs and walked home alone.

After returning home, when my father saw me in a panic, he just said as usual: "Master is still young, please be more patient."

I bent the corners of my lips without emotion, and passed my father silently.

I have long been used to my father's attitude.

But why is there still a faint sadness in my heart?

The next four years of life, without the existence of boxing, was really lackluster. It was nothing more than enduring disgust and satisfying Song Zizhuo's willfulness endlessly.

I thought that my life would continue like this, but I didn't expect this inspection report to come suddenly, disrupting all my rhythms.

I always felt that I still had a lot of time, so I greedily thought about trying to have both, not only wanting to live up to the Song family and father, but also wanting to find something I really like.

So on weekdays, I can only try to squeeze out time while following Song Zizhuo to try different new things and try to find love from them.

But now my life has entered the countdown, and every minute and every second is precious to me now.

So even if I'm selfish and ungrateful—even if it's for the Song family and father, I don't want to waste my last time on Song Zizhuo.

The moment I walked out of the hospital, I made up my mind to leave Song Zizhuo.

Even so, if you want to completely stay away from Song Zizhuo and the Song family, you still need to prepare a lot.

Under such circumstances, I had no choice but to bear with Song Zizhuo for a while, and leave immediately after everything was ready.

I always strive to hit the mark when I do things. After a month of detailed preparations, I feel that I have enough confidence, so I just decided to leave in the past few days.

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