The flowers on the Moshang slowly return

9.

That night, Qin Cang didn't know how he survived.

He is only 17 years old, but he has experienced three farewells to his dearest people.When his grandfather died, he was still young, and his grandmother told him that his grandfather was gone.He felt that leaving was just a way of leaving home, and he always wanted to come back.So, he just thought that his grandfather went to the market as usual, and he would come back when the sun went down.

So he sat on the threshold every day, waiting for his grandpa to come back with delicious food. After waiting for a long time, for a long time, he couldn't wait.

At that time, his young heart began to understand the weight of the word "gone".

When grandma passed away, he cried until his heart broke, because he already understood that when he left, he would never come back.

He was afraid of saying goodbye to life, even if the cat and dog he raised died, he would be so sad that he would not think about eating or drinking.

Later, when his father passed away, he was already 12 years old, and he didn't cry loudly, just shed tears all night long.He lost his vision for the future, his desire for life.He left home and wandered aimlessly in the streets and alleys, living his life in a muddle, extremely desperate.

Until I met Wen Ziqian.

Wen Ziqian was like a ray of light in the darkness, illuminating Qin Cang's pitch-black youth.

At this age, I can't deeply understand what love is, but I clearly know that Wen Ziqian is different.

He thought they would grow up so close, hand in hand.Maybe they will all get married, have children, and start their own families, but that doesn't affect his love for this person in his heart.

In a person's life, there will be many close friends, most of whom will break up after walking.Just because people are in the wind, we can't help you and me. Meeting and separating are very normal.

But I don't know why?Qin Cang has always firmly believed in his heart that Wen Ziqian will not leave, and that he will accompany him throughout his life cycle.

The life cycle he can imagine can reach his seventies and eighties, and the road ahead is very long. Whatever he wants to say and do can be left behind, and he can say it slowly and do it secretly.

However, life is impermanent and the world is unpredictable.

Throughout the night, he stared at the looming mist on Wen Ziqian's breathing mask, trembling with fear.

In the quiet night, the beeping sound of the machine pierced Qin Cang's heart like a knife.He opened his eyes, not daring to fall asleep.

He touched Wen Ziqian's forehead and said with pain in his heart, "How did this happen? How did it become like this..."

Wen Ziqian was in a coma for three whole days. When he woke up, he was a little dazed. The warm winter sun shone in through the gaps in the curtains, and he tilted his head and squinted his eyes unaccustomed.

Instinctively, I wanted to raise my hand to cover it, but with a slight movement, a sharp pain came from my right hand.

The painful blow woke him up a bit, and he found the strange ceiling and strange curtains.The nape of the neck and shoulder blades were stiff and screaming, but the chest below was numb in the void.

What's wrong with me?He wanted to sit up and have a look at himself, and he raised his neck slightly with all his strength, and just glanced at his right arm, which was in plaster, before his head fell back on the pillow.

He looked at Qin Cang who was sleeping soundly lying on the edge of the bed, and was confused for a moment.

Yes, I went to Mei Se, this kid drank too much, I helped him to rest, and then I met Wen Ziyi...Wen Ziyi!

Memories flooded his brain like mountains and seas, Wen Ziyi pushed him, he wanted to grab the handrail, but he dragged Wen Ziyi down the stairs.

A piercing pain came from his back, he opened his mouth, but he couldn't even come out.

He could only breathe with his mouth wide open, cold sweat dripped from his head and flowed into his eyes, blurring his vision.

He moved the fingers of his left hand, which was the only moving part of his body, held by Qin Cang.His fingers were limp and weak, only trembling slightly, Qin Cang raised his head excitedly, and met Wen Ziqian's exhausted eyes.

He was startled at first, then stood up abruptly, knocked down the stool, and made a loud noise.Then, Wen Ziqian watched him rush out the door, and his howling like a pig was heard all over the corridor.

"Doctor! Doctor! Wake up!!!"

Wen Ziqian thought in confusion: What's wrong with me?Narrow escape?My waking up is an earth-shattering event?As for all the fuss?

Then came hurried footsteps, the department director and the attending doctor came in a hurry, the two went forward to check, and then exchanged opinions in whispers.

Wen Ziqian could only see their posture of bending sideways, but he didn't know what they were doing. He didn't realize it was his own leg until he saw them lift up a leg, and the bare leg was passively bent and stretched.

Maybe it was the visual stimulation, he belatedly felt that someone pinched his toes, and then pinched all the way to his thigh.

"Can you feel it?" The old doctor smiled amiably.

He took off his mask with a trembling left hand, his voice was like a ghost, weak and powerless.

"It seems to be able... and it seems to be impossible... It doesn't feel so obvious..."

The director of the department helped him to set his legs up, and said with a consoling smile, "Don't worry too much. I'm in a state of paralysis at the moment. It doesn't look too bad. The operation was successful, better than we expected, and the young man recovered quickly. ,It will be fine."

Wen Ziqian half-understood, as if a few holes had been pierced through his back by an electric drill, he probably understood his situation: he fell down the stairs and was injured, he had just finished the operation, the anesthesia didn't seem to have passed, and his leg was still in pain , there should be hope for recovery.

Probably, maybe, this is the situation.

The doctor comforted him a few more words before turning around and leaving. Before leaving, he told Qin Cang: "The patient will definitely feel uncomfortable after lying down for a long time. Help him rub the uncomfortable place more. Don't turn him over recklessly. Don't move him now. ,do you understand?"

Qin Cang nodded gratefully, tears were about to fall.

"Does it hurt?" Qin Cang stretched his sleeves and wiped his sweat with the cuffs.

After Wen Ziqian said a few words, his throat was so dry that it hurt, he nodded slightly, and said, "Water..."

"Oh, okay." He quickly picked up the cup and put the straw in Wen Ziqian's mouth.

The color of Wen Ziqian's lips faded away, and his lips were dry and cracked several times. He opened his lips tremblingly, and after taking two puffs, he felt no strength, and he gasped for breath from exhaustion.

His chest was wrapped with gauze, and the drainage tube was stained with blood, and he looked terrifying.

Qin Cang had no choice but to feed him slowly one spoon at a time, watching him swallow feebly.

After drinking water, Wen Ziqian felt that his strength had returned, and asked, "Wen Ziyi...is he alright..."

He remembered that he picked him up with his arm, and he couldn't think it hurt more than him.He thought mockingly, rolling down the stairs, why did he fall like this, and he doesn't know when it will be better, so don't affect the exam.

Qin Cang hurried to put the water glass, avoiding his gaze, gave a perfunctory "Yeah", and changed the subject, "Are you hungry, do you want to eat?"

It's okay not to say, but after saying this, I suddenly feel hungry.

"I want to eat soup and rice..."

Seeing that he had an appetite, Qin Cang said happily: "Okay, I'll go buy it for you right now. The doctor said you're recovering well. I'll go buy bone soup, chicken soup, pigeon soup, okay? Eat well and your bones will grow. good."

As he spoke, he grabbed a handful of change and ran out.

Wen Ziqian braced himself for a while and then felt that his strength was exhausted and he began to feel drowsy again.It's just that this time he didn't sleep soundly, and for some reason, he felt very uncomfortable.

I don't know how long I slept, but I felt someone approaching the bed.He thought it was Qin Cang, and opened his eyes, but saw Pan Qin with disheveled hair, staring at him with blood-red eyes.

Wen Ziqian was startled and shuddered, lying helpless like a fish, looking at Pan Qin without any resistance.

……

The Wen family is in chaos...

Pan Qin cried and fainted several times in the mourning hall, did not close her eyes for three days and three nights, and started talking nonsense.Holding Wen Ziyi's body, she refused to admit that the child was dead, and she would fight desperately with anyone who dared to cremate his son.

Wen Yuanhang hugged her from behind, and said sadly: "Let the child go with peace of mind, and face reality."

Pan Qin broke free from his embrace, beat his chest cracklingly, and shouted heart-piercingly, "What nonsense are you talking about? What reality are you facing? My son is still alive, where are you taking him?"

The staff pushed Wen Ziyi's body away, and she chased all the way, but was stopped outside the cremation boiler.She watched Wen Ziyi being pushed into the boiler, and then there was a bang... Her world collapsed, her eyes went dark, and she passed out.

Wen Yuanhang held a handful of ashes in trembling hands, picked up a few broken bones, and put them in a box.

He was exhausted physically and mentally, Qin Ming could only sigh while supporting his crumbling body.

When Wen Yuanhang was in the underworld, he experienced many partings of life and death, but there was never a time like this, which broke his soul and soul, and his body was shattered.

Holding the urn, he was hunched over on the sofa, suddenly aged several years.

Suddenly someone broke through the door, panicked, and said: "Master, master... Madam is gone..."

When he got up, he shook a few times and sat back down.

"Go find it soon."

Everyone turned the funeral home upside down, but they couldn't find Pan Qin's figure.

When everyone was worried about Pan Qin's safety, Lord Qin was the first to react, and he hurriedly called Qin Cang.

"Qin Cang, where are you?"

Qin Cang walked back with the hot bone soup rice, and said as he walked, "Oh, come out and buy something for Ziqian, he hasn't eaten for several days."

Qin Ming was very anxious, and said anxiously: "Go and see Ziqian... Hurry up..."

……

Wen Ziqian looked at Pan Qin, who was dressed in black, with a white flower pinned to her chest, and her hair was loose. She hadn't seen her for a few days, and her cheeks were sunken and haggard.

He seemed to understand what happened, but he said in his heart: No, no, I'm just dreaming.

Pan Qin suddenly yelled sadly, "Give me back my son's life."

Wen Ziqian saw the woman rushing towards him like crazy, and grabbed his neck.

He could only move his left hand, which was weakly pressed against Pan Qin's chest, and he couldn't push it.He could only reach out and fumble wildly, and found the beeper hanging beside the pillow.

The nurses were frightened when they came in, and hurried to pull this almost crazy woman.

In the confusion, Pan Qin dragged Wen Ziqian's injured right hand and dragged him under the bed.

With the sound of raw meat falling to the ground, Wen Ziqian twisted his body and fell to the ground. He felt his spine being torn apart again, and his right arm was folded under his body. He was so numb that he lost consciousness.

His body was dragged violently. He hunched over and looked at his naked lower body. The urine tube was still inserted in his body, but the urine bag had already ruptured during the scuffle.

Someone rushed over, and he was protected by someone who separated him from Pan Qin with his body.The crazy woman scratched the boy's cheek and was forcibly dragged out.

He was carried onto a stretcher by several people and pushed to run. The young man grabbed the armrest of the stretcher and ran after him, like a pair of red-eyed rabbits.

"Ziqian, hold on, you'll be fine..."

He looked at Qin Cang, his face contorted with pain, gasping for the last sliver of clarity, and said, "Wen Ziyi...is he dead..."

Qin Cang didn't answer him until the door of the operating room was closed, but he knew that Wen Ziyi was dead...

That Wen Ziyi who always made trouble for him, that Wen Ziyi who was cursed by him, really died this time.

But why is he so sad...