You're a cannon fodder

After the New Year's Eve, the remaining days were spent running from house to house. Fang Zexi followed his mother to each relative's house to chat and laugh.A few years ago, I didn't feel it, but this year, Fang Zexi found that people around him were asking him when he got married.

Rural people always get married early, and those who work outside are not immune to this. Xia Yang said to take his time, but in fact he couldn't do it at all.

In the third year of junior high, Fang Zexi accompanied his mother to the town, and "accidentally" met an old friend and her daughter.

This kind of old-fashioned coincidence, Fang Zexi, has been assisted by no less than ten dramas.

Fang's mother was going to buy vegetables, because it rained the night before and the vegetable market was very muddy, so the mothers of the two families didn't let them follow, and specially asked them to wait at the door together.

The girl looked very shy, dressed like a lady, spoke softly, and said that she liked reading and cooking.

Fang Zexi felt that he hadn't seen such a girl for many years. The girls he knew were all flabbergasted, full of shit, and had the heart of a real man.

He dealt with it tepidly, making it impossible to know whether he was interested or not.

The girl liked his appearance very much. She blushed and gave him his mobile phone number, but she didn't dare to ask for an exchange.

When Fang's mother came out of the vegetable market, Fang Zexi didn't tell her her number, and she immediately looked very disappointed.

But Fang Zexi felt more tired than ever before.

All he was thinking about was when would be the best time to come out.

If you sit down with your parents and have a good talk, they will probably be shocked, angry, reprimanded, or sad, but those should all be repairable.

He didn't dare to do it before, but now he wants to try.

It's just that, in the future, if someone talks about family and children, they will probably be silent and full of sadness.

This lack can never be repaired and made up.

Fang Zexi sighed in his heart, and his mother looked at him with expectant and questioning eyes. He pretended not to understand, and chose to escape for the time being.

At least, not today.

On the way back, Xia Yang sent him a multimedia message, a photo of him wearing a red Tang suit, with a golden word "Fu" embroidered on his belly, looking silly.

Fang Zexi couldn't help laughing.

Fang's mother asked curiously: "Who are you chatting with? So happy. Are you talking about friends? There's nothing wrong with that, it's not like when I was a child."

Fang Ze froze for a moment, then calmly returned to nature, and said with a smile, "He's my best friend, isn't it silly to show you the photos?"

Fang's mother took the phone and looked at it, gave Fang Zexi a blank look, and said, "The boy was born so well, how stupid. This dress is so beautiful, I will make one for you next year."

She handed back the phone to Fang Zexi, and Fang Zexi took it, feeling happy from the heart to the body.

He took pictures of the old low houses and simple lanterns in the village with his mobile phone, sent them back to Xia Yang, and said, "My mother praised you for being good-looking, and she wants to make couple clothes for us."

Xia Yang replied: "Really? Bamboo stick, I'm so happy, I feel like I'm going to fly. But why is there no photo of you, I miss you."

Fang Zexi kept the MMS but deleted the text messages, and then replied: "I don't think I'm stupid enough, I'm sorry to take pictures, when I have a couple outfit next year, I'll be silly with you."

Xia Yang replied with a series of ellipses, and Fang Zexi put the phone back in his pocket, secretly making up his mind.

He planned to do a comprehensive physical examination for his parents first, as Xia Yang said before, and then try to talk about it.

It's a pity that before he even took the first step, Father Fang fainted once in front of him.

There was no warning, just sitting and chatting with them, talking happily, without being stimulated or overly excited, and suddenly passed out.

Fang Zexi was so anxious that he hurriedly planned to send his father to the emergency room in the city, but Fang's mother held him back with red eyes and said, "It's okay, I'm sick."

Fang Zexi didn't believe it, and the mother's expression was too obviously insincere.

But Father Fang did wake up not long after. He looked at his pale-faced son, and at his wife who waved at him with red eyes, sighed, and said in relief, "It's okay, it's benign."

Mother Fang paused, turned around and went out.

"What... benign?" Fang Zexi's throat was dry, and he asked with difficulty.

Father Fang knew that he had slipped his tongue, so he was silent for a long time, but he still covered it up and said, "No..."

But he only uttered one syllable before Fang Zexi interrupted: "Dad!"

Fang Zexi has always been gentle in front of people, rarely speaks loudly, has a good temper, does not panic when things happen, and can give people a sense of stability and reliability, but today he lost his sense of proportion. In addition to his anxiety, there was also a bit of anger.

He would faint inexplicably, so how could it be some minor ailment.

Father Fang patted the edge of the bed, and Fang Zexi said, "Come and sit, I'll tell you."

He has always had some morning headaches, often insomnia, and went to the hospital to find out nothing, until he fainted for the first time two months ago.The coma lasted for a long time, and the doctor in the town suggested going to the city to have a look. With Mother Fang's insistence, the two of them went for a bunch of head examinations together.After the MRI results came out, it was found to be a brain tumor.

"Don't worry, the doctor said it's benign, but it's a little big, and it's putting pressure on the nerves." Father Fang got up from the bed and went out as if nothing had happened, unwilling to continue talking with Fang Zexi.

Fang Zexi was left alone in the room, his mind went blank, his hands were shaking uncontrollably, the cold air outside the window pierced through the room, making one feel like falling into an ice cave.

He took out his mobile phone and checked for a long time, his face became more and more ugly.

Brain tumors, even benign ones, can be life-threatening.

During dinner at night, Fang Zexi said to his father: "Dad, go to the surgery, it can be cured. You've already started... fainted, and you can't wait any longer."

Father Fang waved his hand, and said calmly, "Although I'm not an antique, I can't always accept opening my head and using a knife. And the doctor said that the position is not good, and the operation is very difficult." Big, even if you go to the best hospital, the success rate is only half, and there is a possibility of relapse. My current situation is actually not serious, and it is enough to avoid eating at ordinary times. "

Fang Zexi didn't speak quietly, but kept staring at his father, his eyes were so oppressive that Fang's father felt a little guilty.

The two remained in a stalemate, and finally Fang's mother couldn't stand it anymore, and finally said: "Your father thinks that half and half are not safe. Your father is only so young, and surgery must be done, but in case... He doesn't get sick often, the doctor said, he can wait for a few more years, why don't he want to see you get married and have a baby first, otherwise it will be like this during the operation... How could your father be willing..."

Father Fang took up the conversation: "I can't be in a hurry about getting married. Although we look at other people's children with envy, we never thought of forcing you. But to be honest, when I went to work in the town, I saw Too many graduates come back from college, and their horizons are higher than the next. After picking and choosing, they can’t find the right one. In the end, they can only be selected. Men and women are the same, don’t tell me that older men have mature charm, At that time, are you looking for a close wife or a coquettish daughter? It is said that there is a generation gap between ages, and it is best to be two or three years away. Those who got married early are doing well now. Find one earlier If you know the basics, try to understand your temperament again. It will take a year and a half to get married and have a child, and you will not be young by then. To raise a child, you still have to take advantage of your youth. Look at how easy we are now. Zheng Bo next door is over 60 and has to support his son to go to college."

Fang Zexi listened silently, his heart sank little by little, he rubbed the smooth screen of his phone in his pocket, and couldn't help saying, "I don't want to get married."

Fang's mother frowned, but Fang's father laughed and said, "You must think so now, and you won't be in a few years. There is no one who is not married. You will know when you are old. Like us now, even if you You are not around, but there is always a concern, and we are proud of you when we chat with people. In the future, I want to talk about grandchildren and daughter-in-law with others."

"Dad, you should do the surgery first, or I won't worry about it."

Fang's father put down his chopsticks and sighed: "I know you can't let you know about this, otherwise you have something on your mind, and a child who is already restrained will not be interested in dating. It's okay, I'm fine Yes. Take it as if I'm urging you, get married early, and I'll go for the surgery after you have a wedding, right?"

The father said a long paragraph without haste, which made Fang Zexi want to refute but didn't know where to refute.His father's words made sense. Brain tumor surgery is extremely risky. It is not a luxury wish for him to watch his son get married before the operation.

Fang Zexi thought that all he had to face was anger or reprimand from his parents, but he never thought that what awaited him would be a disease that would make him unable to speak anymore.

He always knew that his father suffered from headaches and insomnia, but he just told him to take a good rest, sent him various supplements, and never thought of taking him to have a look.

When his mother called him on his birthday, it was probably because his father fainted and he felt uneasy, and it was probably not just because his mother talked about marriage.

Fang Zexi was silent for a while, then raised his head and said with a smile: "The girl last time was pretty good, Mom, you must like her very much if you put her at the front, right? The other party left me a number, let me try to chat Bar."

Lying under the quilt at night and seeing the text message from Xia Yang, Fang Zexi felt his eyes sore.He didn't know what to reply, so he withdrew and replied another one: "I'm on the plane tomorrow night, we can have a meal together at noon."

When eating the next day, the girl was very happy and became more lively and cheerful, saying: "

I thought you didn't like... well, no, I thought you hated me. "

Fang Zexi avoided answering, and talked about some other topics with the girl.

While talking, the topic changed back, and the girl asked him: "What kind of person do you like? I will first weigh whether I fit or not. I like you very much. If you are not the type you like, you have to think about it." A way to make myself not fall in love with you."

The girl stuck out her tongue playfully, but Fang Zexi was in a daze with her last words, thinking of Xia Yang.

He was a little at a loss, lowered his head, and said: "I used to like people who were very lively, always smiling and making people feel good at first sight, they were not tall, their skin was very fair, they looked like they wanted to Protect him and pamper his baby face. Now..."

The girl leaned on her chin and listened, and when she saw him pause, she said, "Well, I understand, this is figurative. What about now?"

"Now I like someone who is gentle and considerate. He will help you think about everything. If you don't say anything, he won't ask. He just stays with you quietly. He has a calm temperament, but occasionally he will make mistakes..." Fang Zexi felt With a lump in his throat, he stopped.

"Then... it seems that I still have some hope."

Fang Zexi gave him a gentle look, and smiled with the corners of his mouth, and said, "You have great hopes, but if you like it or not, you'd better let it go, it's better to be plain."

The girl was a little surprised, but really didn't ask any more questions, and only responded with a soft "Oh".

Fang Zexi went home to pick up his luggage, and when he arrived at the entrance of the village, he saw the officer coming back from his shift, taking his wife and children with him, talking and laughing happily with the villagers.

Fang Zexi found the family of three happy and harmonious, but he was very envious.

This is really good, no wonder so many people are eager to get married.

Fang's parents brought fruit to the child, and the child refused to recognize his birth, so he let them hold him, and called grandpa and grandma sweetly with inarticulate but sweet words.

Together with the children, they smiled until their eyes narrowed into a line.

They like it so much, how can I cruelly deprive them of their rights.

Fang Zexi looked at them for a while, walked over to greet them, and then went back to the room silently to pick up the luggage.

He brought a lot of things, but he only brought back a small box of clothes, so he walked lightly.Fang's parents called him for three rounds, and sent him to the entrance of the village, exhorting and exhorting him as usual, seeing each other rarely in a year, and they were very reluctant to part with him.

The human touch in the countryside is much stronger than that in the city. He just left home to work, and there were a lot of people seeing him off.

Fang Zexi said to his father: "When I make arrangements, I will take you there for a checkup. Mom also has to go for a comprehensive physical examination."

Fang's parents did not refute his kindness, but nodded with tears in their eyes.

Fang Zexi's eyes were shining brightly, the child pointed at him and said, "Be obedient, not protruding."

He didn't understand, and the child's mother just smiled and kept silent, without explaining to him.

It wasn't until Fang Zexi really cried later that he finally understood what the child was talking about.

But he couldn't be obedient, tears rolled down uncontrollably under the cover of the glasses.

The author has something to say: Today's author has a long story to say, but I hope you can all finish reading qaq800 words, which is enough for 1/4 of the chapter...

Traditional headline party decided to give you guys a sweet synopsis, but the truth is…

abuse?No, no, no... This chapter is not abusive, it's just... the bloody soil is a bit of a trick, it's really cheating! ...

Looking at the comments yesterday, someone (I didn’t mean to use someone to refer to _(:з」∠)_ mainly your name, I think it’s too impolite to call it out...) said: If you don’t wait to come out, you will be tortured by your parents drama code.

To be honest, how can parents be willing to torture their children.For parents as good as Fang's parents and Fang's mother, they will not be willing to give up.

I can't get my parents to be villains.

So I had to let the bamboo stick compromise.

I have always firmly believed in such a passage [The relationship between relatives is inseparable, blood is thicker than water, even if it is broken because of coming out of the closet, it will be repaired one day, but if you let go of your lover, everything will be gone. 】

So I'll work up my bamboo sticks and give it a try.

But... I'm not even willing to write about the rupturing conflict before the repair.Family affection pokes my tears more than love, I can't bear it.I want to write a subtle story, and I would rather let Fang's father get sick temporarily.

When our parents are healthy, maybe we can go all out and try, but in the face of illness, even if we are wronged to death, we should keep silent.

Lovers let go, live together peacefully at the end of the world, and parents have passed away, so there is really nothing left.

My bamboo sticks are the most filial.

This vulgar meme has been complained by my friends again and again, but I still keep it, come on, let the complaints be more violent.

Maybe in the next few chapters, someone will not wait to see my bamboo stick.

But I have been feeling sorry for him.

He is fragile yet strong, tired and hardworking.

And the chicken is strong and soft, and I have given him a brand new golden finger.

At this point, I can finally say that I have never worked so hard to lay out so many clues for a text. Everyone and everything, whether you like it or hate it, will eventually become a certain factor of he.

After the base friend complained about the old stalk, he read the outline behind me and said: What a big show.

I have planned the ending long ago, slowly moving towards the climax.

unfinished?There will be rotten stalks, but the word rotten ending is never in my dictionary.

Starting today, we will start to be hypocritical.The lacrimal glands of bamboo sticks will become more developed, and I feel that it is unacceptable for the mutual attack text to become like this... Please choose independently...Of course I still hope you can read it...

From the time I selected the label, I didn't mark it too strong.

Cannon fodder are not strong, they just happen to be offensive.

They have a vulnerable side and a soft side.

They are not reinforced concrete, they are just coded by keyboards, but they are also made of meat.

Maybe my level is limited and I can't write any classic works, but I really have been working hard.

When I write an article, I always take it very seriously, and sometimes unconsciously, I even call out the name of the protagonist.

I don't write for anything else, just for the characters in my pen.

Don't give up on me, and don't give up on them.

【Summary, even the words are so pretentious, so it can be seen that the author is a little bitch_(:з」∠)_】