Out of place

Cheng Boyan felt that he had lost his composure, and when he walked out of the hospital gate, he was slapped on the face and head by the cold wind, and he slowly broke away from his previous emotions.

Leg pain does not mean that there is something wrong, muscle pain, bumps and knocks... There are various reasons.

He reacted like this because of Xiang Xi's words, and he didn't know that he thought there was something wrong with him.

However, if Cheng Boyu had even been [-]% nervous when Cheng Boyu first told him about his leg pain, maybe...

Forget it, what else might there be.

Cheng Boyan adjusted his mood before going to the parking lot to pick up the car.

When I drove back home, my mother had already prepared meals, and my father was still sitting in front of the computer and reading materials.

"Are you going to a meeting tomorrow?" Cheng Boyan took off his coat and put it in the cabinet by the door, squeezed some disinfectant from the bottle in the shoe cabinet, rubbed it, and walked to the computer.

There is also a computer in the study, but it belongs to my mother. I often have lectures and other preparations. In order not to interfere with each other, my father's computer is aggrievedly placed in the corner of the living room.

"Well, it's a forum for minimally invasive cardiac surgery." Dad stood up and looked at him. "Is your department busy right now? I don't think you look very good."

"It's okay," Cheng Boyan smiled, "I've been doing a lot of physical work these days."

"Pay attention to rest," Dad stretched his waist, "Your mother should feel distressed."

"Bo Yan," my mother brought out a can of soup from the kitchen, "Has Hu Xin contacted you during this time?"

"Hu Xin? No," Cheng Boyan went to wash his hands, and came out to fill the bowls of soup for his parents. "I just called during the Chinese New Year. What's wrong?"

Hu Xin is Cheng Boyan's cousin and the son of his aunt. They were very good when they were young. After Boyan went to college, Hu Xin started to work. He changed jobs one after another, and then they fell in love back and forth endlessly. Not as strong as before.

"He asked your aunt for money, and said he wanted to open an animation shop. He has always been unreliable, and your aunt didn't give him money." Mom frowned, "I'm afraid he will ask you to borrow it."

"I don't have the money to borrow him. My mortgage has been repaid for two years." Cheng Boyan smiled. Hu Xin is indeed not a business material. He sold beef jerky for a classmate's small factory before and lost money. "And I was just stolen ..."

Xiangxi!I forgot to ask him about the money!

"By the way, I haven't asked you yet. Is the money enough?" Mom took a sip of the soup.

"That's enough, I don't have a place to spend money, I sleep when I have time, where can I spend money." Cheng Boyan said.

After eating and resting for a while, mom and dad went out for a walk, and Cheng Boyan followed them out, preparing to go back to his place.

Walking has been a habit of my parents for decades, and it is unshakable, and my father still goes swimming every week.

Cheng Boyan is really no match in this respect, he just plays on the treadmill at home, and he can almost fall asleep while sitting at other times.

When he got home today, he didn’t even want to play on the treadmill. After taking a shower, he sat in front of the computer, clicked on the folder named ASMR, opened one at random, put on his headphones, leaned on the back of the chair, put his legs on the table and closed it. Eye.

As usual the next day, he woke up to the horrible screams of the poppers. Cheng Boyan found that after two or three months, he had gotten used to the screams of the poppers.

Some things are unbearable at first, but you get used to them slowly but unconsciously.

Like lost people.

Like a painful memory.

Like being single.

For example, every day when you open your eyes, you are busy.

For example... miscellaneous bean porridge.

Xiang Xi never came to the hospital again, nor appeared in front of him again.

Cheng Boyan never met Pengci on the street again, nor did he come to Pengci in the hospital again.

Occasionally he would think of his 4000 yuan, the bear band-aid in the corner of Xiang Xi's eye...and the leg pain he made him lose his composure.

The buns are missing.

Calculating the time, there must be a plan for going to the hospital with Xiang Xi for the physical examination. He left before Xiang Xi that day and returned to Dawali in the middle of the night.

After that, he never went out with Xiang Xi again, and they all acted alone.

A month later, he disappeared.

Along with the steamed buns, there was also 3 yuan in the second plate.

The weather is nice these few days, the sun is very warm, Xiang Xi sits at the gate of No. 17 every day at noon, basking in the sun and watching the cats.

When he was basking in the sun a few days ago, he heard Erpan's furious roar in the next room.

Xiang Xi's first reaction was that the idiot Mantou was going to die.

But Mantou has been running away for several days, but there has been no news of his death.

Xiang Xi stared at the cat on the opposite wall, where did this kid hide?

What kind of train station and bus station are people who know each other, let alone want to go from those places, even if they pass by once, Uncle Ping and Erpan will know.

Unless it's... get out.

Xiang Xi found it funny for no reason, and gave the cat a laugh. The cat sat on the wall, licked its tail for a while, turned and left.

With Mantou leaving, the worst person may not be Mantou, but Li Hui.

I was beaten once a day, and when I was kicked out of the house by Erpan this morning, I didn't get up for a long time under the foot of the wall full of ice stubble.

It took Xiang Xi a long time to pull her up. She held on to Xiang Xi so hard that her nails dug into the skin of his hand.

"Help me," Li Hui's eyes were full of tears, her voice trembling in a low voice, "Xiao Zhan, please help me...I'm going to die..."

The sun was very warm, Xiang Xi stretched his waist, leaned against the back of the chair and raised his hands up to face the light.

The pinched wound on his hand hurts, but he can't see anything under the strong sunlight.

Everyone knew what Li Hui's ending would be if she stayed here forever. The little girl was not good-looking and stubborn, but she could still make the best use of her things.

Do what you can, Uncle Ping said.

Still smiling, Xiang Xi looked at Uncle Ping's smile and felt that sooner or later he would bid farewell to this different life in the eyes of others in Uncle Ping's smile.

Quietly.

In the afternoon, Uncle Ping bought a live duck and threw it to Xiang Xi to cook.

Xiang Xi doesn't know how to cook, and Uncle Ping didn't let him do it before. There are quite a lot of people running errands, so it's easy to cook, but in the past two years, Xiang Xi has cooked more often.

Xiang Xi took the duck and pondered for a long time in the kitchen, and finally took it to the nearby vegetable market and spent ten yuan to find someone to deal with it.

When I went back, Dangdang chopped them randomly and stuffed them into the pressure cooker together.

During the meal, the second plate came and brought Uncle Ping two bottles of Moutai. Uncle Ping didn't drink much, so he probably thought holding a teapot was more stylish than holding a wine glass.

Er Pan drank most of the bottle by himself, and finally poured all the wine in the bottle into the glass, and placed it in front of Xiang Xi with a bang.

"Drink it!" Er Pan stared at him.

"Stomach hurts." Xiang Xi said.

"Fart your mother," the second plate of chopsticks was almost pointing to the tip of his nose, "You can drink three taels at the age of ten!"

"I didn't have a stomachache at that time." Xiang Xi picked up a piece of duck that had been chopped into flowers and put it on the second plate of chopsticks.

Erpan froze for a moment, subconsciously maintained his balance carefully, and put the duck into his mouth.

Uncle Ping laughed suddenly, and couldn't stop laughing while drinking the soup.

"Fuck!" Erpan came back to his senses and slammed his chopsticks on Xiang Xi's hand, "How dare you fuck me!"

Xiang Xi was in so much pain that he almost put the bowl on the table, looked at the second set and didn't make a sound.

"Damn it's getting more and more arrogant now." The second plate threw the cup and stood up, kicked the chair aside, grabbed Xiang Xi by the collar and pulled him up, "I want to Why don't you educate yourself, you really think you are Uncle Ping's own son!"

"What are you doing!" Uncle Ping slapped the table.

The raised fists of the second pan stopped in the air, and turned to look at Uncle Ping: "Uncle Ping! You can't spoil him like this anymore, you have a good heart, this kid is not a fuel-efficient lamp! Mantou must leave with him……"

"This is the child I brought up," Uncle Ping interrupted Er Pan, staring at him, "It's all my business to beat or scold, die or live."

Uncle Ping had already said such words, Er Pan didn't dare to attack Xiang Xi in front of him, so he could only slam Xiang Xi onto the chair and cursed: " It deserves to be something no one wants! Uncle Ping should let you freeze to death in the field!"

Xiang Xi's hands trembled, his eyes narrowed, and when the door opened for the second game to go out, he suddenly jumped up from his chair.

"Xiao Zhan!" Uncle Ping roared.

Xiang Xi stopped, the blood all over his body seemed to be churning up, but there was nowhere to go, he could almost spurt blood from his seven orifices without poison.

He kicked the door behind Er Pan, and the door closed with a loud bang.

"Sit down." Uncle Ping pointed to the chair, picked up the teapot, took a sip slowly, and started eating again.

Xiang Xi felt that the joints in his whole body were stiff, and it took him a long time to sit on the chair with creaking noises.

Uncle Ping ate a few mouthfuls of food very slowly, chewing slowly for a long time before putting down his chopsticks and looking at him: "Do you know about the steamed buns?"

"I know he's gone." Xiang Xi said in a muffled voice.

"Do you know where you went?" Uncle Ping asked, "You two are as good as brothers, you should know."

"I don't know," Xiang Xi felt a pain in his stomach. He forgot to take his medicine today. No, it wasn't that he forgot to take his medicine. What about the medicine?"

"Medicine? What kind of medicine?" Uncle Ping thought for a while, "Oh, those medicine boxes by the bedside? There are still medicines in there, I don't know, I just throw them away as empty boxes."

Xiang Xi didn't speak, his hands were shaking violently, and he didn't know whether it was pain or anger.

"Remember to wash the dishes in hot water for a while, don't catch a cold," Uncle Ping stood up, took the teapot and walked upstairs, "You said, what medicine do you take after your good friend ran away? It's a sad thing..."

Xiang Xi clenched his fist against his stomach, and took a long time to slowly straighten up.

He packed up the dishes and went into the kitchen. While washing the dishes, he kept looking down at his hands. The red mark next to the wound that Li Hui pinched out was already swollen.

Mantou is not his good friend, not even a friend.

He has always divided it like this, and it is very clear, like everyone else, just to protect himself.

But still can't escape.

He bit his lip and called Mantou an idiot in his heart.

It's really sad that I can't live on this day, even this kind of broken life.

He especially wanted to find that business card in the hut in Tongkui Hutong, and call the life photographer, would you like to come and see a different life.

Cheng Boyan was not on duty today, but Doctor Liu next door had a fever all afternoon, so he replaced Doctor Liu in the evening.

Cheng Boyan was in good health, and it was rare for him to suffer from a headache. However, a broken bone patient who came on duty sneezed three times in his face. He wondered if he would catch a cold.

The man caught a cold, and after taking the medicine, he drove his motorcycle into a trash can on the side of the road in a daze, and sneezed at Cheng Boyan before explaining the situation clearly.

After filming, he sneezed again, and Cheng Boyan felt that he was going crazy.

He resisted and took a piece of paper to wipe his face, then lowered his head and began to write the medical records.

The patient reported that he injured his left calf more than 1 hour ago. At that time, he felt pain in the left calf, and the affected limb could not move. No active bleeding or bone exposure was found...

"Doctor, I want to live..." The man frowned and sneezed again, "The hospital?"

Mild swelling can be seen in the middle and lower part of the left calf, no skin damage, no active bleeding...

"It is recommended to be hospitalized." Cheng Boyan glanced at him.

"Can I not be hospitalized?" The man rubbed his nose, "My old lady is sick, so I can't be hospitalized."

Spiral fracture of the middle and lower part of the left tibia.

Inpatient treatment is recommended for perfection (patient refuses)…

The reason why this person refused to be hospitalized reminded him of Xiang Xi, this kid didn't know if he had a father, if he had a mother he had never met, if he was 18...

Plaster fixation, dehydration, detumescence, hemostasis treatment...

After treating the patient, Cheng Boyan ran to the toilet to wash his face for 5 minutes, and when he was walking back, he heard the little nurse on duty say: "It's snowing again!"

He walked to the window in the corridor and looked out. It was really snowing again, and he thought it would not snow again this year.

Cheng Boyan lowered his head and sneezed.

In the drowsy darkness of Zhaojiayao, Xiang Xi looked at the snowflakes falling from the sky, occasionally flickering in the light from nowhere.

The surrounding area is very quiet, even the scolding in the middle of the night has disappeared.

Xiang Xi opened the door leading to the back alley and walked out, going downstairs to Erpan House.

He picked up a small stone from the snow, raised his hand and flicked it with his finger, and the stone flew to the second floor and knocked lightly on the glass.

Not loud, but enough for people in the house to hear.

The window was not opened, but the curtains swung and closed again. Two minutes later, Li Hui came out from the back door lightly, wearing thick clothes and holding a small pocket in her hand.

Xiang Xi went over and grabbed her arm and walked quickly along the wall of the back alley to the street entrance. Li Hui followed him silently, her whole body trembling.

After dragging her half-run and half-walk until they reached the street, Xiang Xi stopped, hesitated for a while, and led him into another side street, walking back and forth.

Li Hui has been in Dawali for several years and has never left this place. She doesn't know any roads, but she just silently let Xiang Xi drag her and trot along the way.

Finally, Xiang Xi took her back to the street, took an envelope from his pocket and stuffed it into Li Hui's hand, and then pushed Li Hui into a taxi on the side of the road.

After giving the address to the driver, he turned and left.

He didn't know why he asked the driver to drive there, but he remembered the address very clearly. The place where Uncle Ping picked him up was a dirt road that could leave the city.

If Li Hui's fate is big, she might be able to start another life by walking in the snow just like steamed buns along the way.

After finishing this matter, Xiang Xi didn't take the opportunity to go back to No. 17.

He went to Tongkui Hutong, tidied up all the things he put there, packed them in a small package, and could take them away at any time.

Uncle Ping can't go back there.

No matter whether Li Hui can run away, he can't go back.

The reason why he kept ignoring Li Hui's pleading for help was that he didn't know of any way to help her, and Li Hui didn't know either.

Uncle Ping didn't have much ability, but it was enough to nail them here, no matter how he moved, it would tear his heart.

Xiang Xi didn't know why he suddenly decided to do this.

It's just that he knows that this way of self-destruction can rewrite his "life".

It was late at night, and it was still a long time before dawn. Looking out from the window in the corridor of the inpatient department, you could see the street not far away, with flashing neon lights and occasional speeding car lights.

This seemingly prosperous scene made Cheng Boyan feel a little lonely.

When he was a child, he liked to lie on the window with a telescope and look out. The tall buildings in the distance, the playground of the nearby school, the people coming and going on the road... the figure standing under the tree in the middle of the night.

Cheng Boyan narrowed his eyes, and there was a figure swaying under the tree on the side of the road outside the hospital. He wondered if he was too tired and had an illusion. Cheng Boyan always felt that he saw a small fluorescent color on the sleeve of that person's down jacket.

Every time I see Xiang Xi, he wears the same down jacket, very old, with a fluorescent yellow triangle on the sleeve.

He yawned, a van stopped on the side of the road, two people got out of the car, stood face to face with the figure under the tree for a while, and the man got into the car.

Cheng Boyan rubbed his eyes and turned away from the window. There are still two hospital records to be completed.

A little hungry, but nothing to eat.

What do you want to eat tomorrow morning? Let’s cook some dumplings. There are dumplings that my mother made before in the refrigerator...

"Xiao Zhan, why bother?" Uncle Ping said slowly while sitting in the co-pilot, "It's so noisy that everyone can't even sleep."

The van is a two-disc van, and the back seats are all empty. Xiang Xi sat on a paper shell and turned his head to the right to look out the window, but was blocked by Dajian's face. He didn't try to look to the left. It's two discs.

"I've been staring at you for a long time, do you know?" Erpan said close to his ear, with a fierce excitement in his voice, he took out Xiang Xi's cell phone, put it under his feet and stomped it hard, "It's really Sending them off one after another, and you know that you have to go far along the trail before you call a car."

"Xiao Zhan, I've been kind to you for so many years..." Uncle Ping said in front, with a sad tone, "I didn't let me worry about it when I was young, and I haven't been familiar with it for the past two years."

Xiang Xi was silent, the phone was broken, and he paid 200 yuan plus 1 yuan for the phone call, but he had used it for three years, and he had cultivated feelings. Hearing the sound of it breaking under the feet of the second pan, Very distressed.

The car drove west all the way, and the people in the car stopped talking. Xiang Xi sat cross-legged and didn't make a sound. The second pan probably wanted to see him cry and beg for mercy, but he kept silent, which made the second pan very upset. Stuffed out a cigarette butt.

The car bumped for a while and then stopped. Da Jian opened the door and jumped down.

Xiang Xi didn't move, and he sighed softly when he saw Li Hui who was huddled outside and crying so hard that her tears were frozen on her face.

"Look, in order not to wrong you, I even reserved the scene for you," Er Pan patted him on the shoulder, jumped out of the car, and slapped Li Hui on the face, "Do you want to run away?" ? It’s a long run!”

Li Hui's crying stopped, she bit her lip and kept silent.

"Don't cry, right? Awesome!" The second set slapped her again, pointing back at Xiang Xi in the car, "wait until the good show and applaud!"