Fawn

Xiao Lu moved He Ruolong from the back garden to the front yard.Because he had to meet and talk with people in the front yard, and there were always too many people and things, pestering him and tying him up so that he couldn't always run back.

He couldn't run back, and he was reluctant to leave He Ruolong again, so he could only let He Ruolong go forward.

He knew that He Ruolong would not live for a few days—knew it clearly, his heart was like a mirror, but he didn't cry or lament.The sentimental young man's thoughts had already died before He Ruolong, he just went into the bedroom whenever he had time, and sat beside He Ruolong for a long time.

He Ruolong was confused for a while, and when he was confused, he didn't recognize people, and he just yelled loudly, because he had recently started to suffer from severe headaches - it was actually painful before, but it was suppressed by a lot of drugs, tortured not to him.

Now, the medicine can't be suppressed anymore, so I can only take morphine injections.Every injection is the maximum dose, because his body is so sick, and now he only wants to let him live a comfortable day, and the rest is ignored and unnecessary.

He Ruolong is not always confused, there are times when he is sober, when he is sober, he can't see, he can't speak, but he can still hear.He couldn't sit up anymore, he was paralyzed from the chest down, and he couldn't lift his arms, but he could still move his hands slightly.The little deer shook his hand, and he felt it, so he gently closed his fingers to show that he was shaking back too.

The little deer stared at him for a long time, and when he stared at the end, he would bend down and bring his lips to his ear, calling him softly: "Ruolong."

He Ruolong seemed to want to open his mouth, but his jaw moved, but he couldn't open it.He let out a low hum, his voice had an ups and downs, although it was out of tune, it was vaguely a "little deer".

The deer smiled, then pouted his lips to kiss his face.He Ruolong's skin is very dry, stretched thinly on the cheekbones, dull and pale in color.The hair is freshly shaved, well shaved, but sparse, and after being neatly combed, the scalp can be vaguely seen through the dry hair.The deer's wet and soft lips kissed his face inch by inch, until the end of the kiss blocked his mouth, the deer closed his eyes, and did not move for a long time.

He Ruolong held his hand, tightening his fingers bit by bit.He didn't have the ability to respond, but he could clearly feel the deer's temperature and breath.

He used all his strength to hold the little deer's hand. He thought he couldn't die, he definitely couldn't die.There are still so many beautiful scenes that have not been seen, so many good wines that have not been drunk, and such a good little deer that has not been loved to the fullest.Therefore, you can't die, you must not die.

The fingertips slid gently in Xiao Lu's palm, and wrote the word "medicine".He wants to take medicine, he needs to be cured, and he needs to get better.

He Ruolong can hardly swallow the pills smoothly now.

Two orderlies helped him into a half-lying and half-sitting position, and the large handful of pills were crushed and dissolved in water, sucked up with a syringe one by one, sent to He Ruolong's mouth, and slowly went down his throat push.The deer sat behind him, firstly used it as a pillow for him, secondly put one arm around his waist, and rubbed his chest with the other hand, so that he could swallow more happily.

It was easy for those tubes of medicine powder to get into He Ruolong's stomach, He Ruolong suddenly shivered, but he urinated.

Xiao Lu pays close attention to his hygiene, the weather is hot, he didn't wear pants for He Ruolong, and only covered his lower body with a thin blanket.At this moment, he lifted the blanket and removed the diaper under He Ruolong's body, Xiaolu wiped the crotch between his legs with a wet towel, and spread the new diaper under his body.He Ruolong's body has always been very clean, the windows are open, and the air in the room is also circulated.Covering him with the thin blanket again, Xiao Lu sat back on the bed, and grabbed He Ruolong's hand again.

He Ruolong knew that he had urinated, at this moment, he suddenly felt that he had better die.For a while, he kept pulling and urinating, as long as the little deer was around, it must be the little deer who took care of him and took care of him.He thought that he was sick and became a pile of rotten bones and rotten meat. It would be too cumbersome for the deer to put such a large pile of rotten bones and rotten meat in his hand.Even old couples who have grown up since childhood don't have this burdensome method.

He wanted to die again, but he couldn't bear the little deer.His fingers swiped again in Xiao Lu's palm, and he mobilized all his strength to his fingertips, writing each word slowly.It was a difficult tirade, and he still had something to say to Fawn.

He wrote: "When I die, bury me close to you."

Xiao Lu bent down and asked in his ear, "Aren't you going back to your hometown?"

He Ruolong shook his head slightly.

I will not go back. I have been away from my hometown for so many years, and I have never been back, because I always believe that there will be the most beautiful homecoming in the future.But now, when a person is about to die, returning home is suddenly nothing. There are no relatives in his hometown, so why does he go back alone?

The deer's voice sounded again: "Okay, I see."

He held Xiaolu's hand and refused to let go, there was still writing to be written, but his fingers trembled and he refused to obey instructions.After pausing for a moment, he drew the first stroke again in Xiaolu's palm with difficulty.

This character is not easy to write, there are so many strokes, horizontal and vertical strokes, left strokes and right strokes, each stroke is a thousand times.After writing the last stroke, his fingers slid to the edge of his palm as if prostrated. This time, his strength was really exhausted.

Xiaolu understood the word, it was "love".

Slowly closed his fingers and clenched He Ruolong's hand, he lowered his head to his ear, wanting to answer, but his breathing trembled for a while, and he couldn't say a word.

He Ruolong died in the afternoon three days later.

He died without warning, and died in his sleep.At that time, Xiaolu was sitting on the edge of the bed, reading a newspaper with his head down.After reading the front and back of a newspaper, and even the back, Xiao Lu raised his head and suddenly felt that the room was unusually quiet.

So he turned his head to look at He Ruolong.He Ruolong was lying on his back on the bed, wearing a white silk gown, a thin blanket stretched up to his chest, and his arms hanging neatly by his side.His sunken eyes were closed tightly, his expression was serene, and his skin glowed with a cool light.

Xiaolu looked at him for a while, then suddenly called out: "Ruolong!"

no respond.

Xiaolu put down the newspaper and stood up, went to the head of the bed and bent down deeply, and shouted in He Ruolong's ear: "Ruolong!"

He Ruolong fell asleep peacefully, his short hair combed neatly, showing his full forehead and straight nose bridge.

Little Lu straightened up slowly, and at the same time stretched a finger towards He Ruolong's nose.

There is no breathing, no sound, no grievances or hatreds.Xiao Lu stared at He Ruolong blankly, his breath was cold, his eyes were dry, and his fingers were stiff.

Then he suddenly withdrew his hand, turned around and walked out as if nothing happened.Walk out of the bedroom, out of the main room, and walk up to the steps in front of the main room.He put his hands on his hips and looked up at the sky. The weather was good, the sun was clear and thin, and sweat dripped down his temples, as if he was a piece of ice slowly melting under the scorching sun.

There was a small round table in the corner of the yard, and Zhang Chunsheng was squatting beside the table, wiping a big green watermelon with a rag.Li Guoming stood aside, holding a big watermelon knife in his hand.Suddenly noticing that the little deer had come out, the two raised their heads to him together.Facing the gazes of the two, Xiao Lu said flatly, "He's dead."

With a sound of "choking", it was the watermelon knife in Li Guoming's hand that fell to the ground.But Zhang Chunsheng put down the rag, but he didn't panic, he just said: "I'll fetch him a basin of water to wipe his body, and then let Xiao Li go to the birthday material store to sell him a body wrap and come back. It's hot, you can't put people in Stayed at home for too long."

Xiaolu's eyes were a little dazed, but his brain was still turning normally: "I don't understand the rules of white things. If you understand, you can do it for me. You don't need to buy clothes for packing, he has new ones."

Zhang Chunsheng stood under the shade of a tree and looked at him, seeing that he was suspiciously calm, his heart sank.