Five years simulation three years first

"Zheng Qiulan" is Feng Zhou's grandmother's name.

He thumped in his heart: "I am, what's the matter?"

"Central Hospital," the man said, "come here as soon as possible."

"What the hell..."

Before he finished asking, the other party hung up the phone.

Several other people were still discussing whether to take a bus or a taxi. Yu Shaochun sent a message to Shen Yingying saying that he would go back later. As soon as he locked the screen, he saw Feng Zhou's pale face suddenly.

"what happened?"

"It's okay." Feng Zhou dropped two words, stumbled straight from the side of the road to the road, and reached out to stop a taxi.

Yu Shaochun watched in horror as the non-slowing private car whized past him: "Where are you going?"

Feng Zhou didn't look back, and didn't speak, the car door slammed shut, separating the inside and outside of the car into two worlds.

Lu Xiaonan turned around: "What's wrong?"

Yu Shaochun also stretched out his hand and yelled to stop a taxi: "You play your tricks, I'll go and have a look."

"That--"

The taxi left a trail of exhaust fumes, rushed out in a single ride, and disappeared into the boundless traffic.

"Master, follow the car in front," Yu Shaochun said while holding the seat, "it's the one with the license plate ending in 789."

The driver asked him: "Are you... filming a TV series? Following the suspect or catching the mistress? Is the camera nearby?"

Yu Shaochun was so anxious that he couldn't laugh or cry when he heard his words: "It's not a TV series, just follow along."

He sat back in the back seat and dialed Feng Zhou's WeChat number, but no one answered, and then dialed again, but the line was always busy.

Others may not have seen it, but Yu Shaochun's attention was divided on Feng Zhou from time to time, and he found that after he answered the phone, his whole body trembled instantly, his brows panicked, as if something big happened.

The taxi went up the traffic flow, and the red and yellow car lights intertwined into a patch of light and shadow. He had never felt that these lights were ghostly, dazzling and desperate like now.

The mobile phone on his lap vibrated, and Yu Shaochun picked it up reflexively, and found that it was Lu Xiaonan's call.

"What happened to Feng Xueba?" she asked, "Where are you? Are you with him?"

Yu Shaochun squinted his eyes and looked for a taxi with the tail number "789" in the traffic: "I'll follow him."

"Need us to help?"

"No need," he said, "what are you supposed to do, I'll tell you when I need something."

The taxi slammed on the brakes and stopped at the entrance of the Central Hospital.Yu Shaochun hung up the phone, paid the driver 50 yuan without looking at the meter, and then rushed out of the car.

The central hospital is brightly lit at night.The ambulance came whistling, then whizzed away again, the noise was entangled with the cries of the family members, and it was quite possible to outline a picture that looked like hell.

Where is Feng Zhou?

Yu Shaochun stood on the steps and looked forward, almost being knocked down by the people behind.

The sweaty man carrying the stretcher said fiercely, "Don't block the way, get out of the way."

He hurriedly hid aside, watching the men, women and children of the family huddling behind, the smell of disinfectant making people cough.

Yu Shaochun estimated that Feng Zhou had gone to the hospital, so he quickly followed into the hospital gate.

People were coming and going in the main hall, he hurriedly scanned around, and finally saw the familiar figure from the back at the payment office, before he could be happy, he was frightened by Feng Zhou's ferocious red hand, his heart stopped beating.

Feng Zhou said with an almost pleading look: "Can't you really pay for the surgery first? I promise, I promise to make up the money tomorrow, please..."

The girl sitting behind the payment counter may only be 23 or [-], and looked at him with a puzzled face: "But the hospital stipulates that you must pay the money first before undergoing surgery. Are you still a student? Do you want to call your parents and ask?" ask?"

With trembling hands, Feng Zhou put the phone on the counter outside the glass window, tried several times to unlock it successfully, and dialed the phone number he never wanted to see in his life again.

The color ring tone rang alone for less than a minute, and it was automatically transferred to voicemail.

Dial again, simply "unable to connect, please try again later".

He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his arm, and slowly placed his arm on the marble countertop.

The coldness of marble penetrates to the bone, making the soul sad.

"Hurry up," someone urged him from behind, "What are you dawdling about? Can you pay the money? Don't come to see a doctor if you don't have money."

He took a deep breath and felt that his heart was blocked: "I..."

"Pay the money, why not pay the money?"

Yu Shaochun pushed the person behind him away: "How much?"

Seeing that someone rescued the scene, the little girl who paid the fee seemed to be relieved, and made a list: "The surgery fee plus hospitalization fee is [-] yuan in total."

Feng Zhou said in a low voice: "I'll think of a way, you..."

Yu Shaochun ignored him, and passed the payment code to the little girl expressionlessly. After scanning, he took the receipt and a long messy list, took Feng Zhou's hand and walked out of the crowd.

Feng Zhou's hands were still shaking, and he gently pushed him away.

He rushed up angrily, suppressed his voice, and said, "At this time, do you still have to distinguish so clearly with me? You don't have any money, what's wrong with me? Is it stealing or robbing, or the way is wrong? Don't you know?" Would you like it?"

Feng Zhouxi moved his lower lips and lowered his head not to look at him.

Yu Shaochun saw that his hands were covered with blood, and his clothes were somewhat stained, blurring into a dazzling crimson.

He sighed: "Where are you hurt?"

Feng Zhou shook his head.

Yu Shaochun felt a blue vein on his forehead twitch "chug" and grabbed Feng Zhou's wrist hard, turning to the side and going into the bathroom.

When the cold tap water flowed through his fingers, Feng Zhou seemed to wake up, and asked in a low voice, "How did you find this place?"

Yu Shaochun was helping him wash his hands, and snorted coldly: "What's the matter? Ask the teacher to ask the crime?"

"No," his voice was low and hoarse, as if he had shouted loudly, but now he has no strength, "Thank you."

He sneered: "You better be."

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I felt that my tone was too harsh, as if I had swallowed the drug raw, and then helped Feng Zhou wipe his hands with a tissue with a cold face.

Looking at the swirling dark red water in the pool, Feng Zhou said without beginning or end, "My grandma fell."

Yu Shaochun stopped wiping his hands for him.

"It fell on the escalator in the shopping mall. The wheel of the trolley got stuck in the conveyor belt. She tried to pull it and fell directly from the top."

"The people in the shopping mall didn't want to be responsible, so they ran away after sending her to the hospital. When I came, she was lying outside the emergency room, her head was covered with blood. The doctor asked me to pay first, but I didn't have that much money."

He lowered his head, as if the humiliation and panic he had just suffered at the toll office came again: "I have no money, my parents don't answer the phone, and no one cares about her except me. I almost can't save her."

Feng Zhou took a deep breath and slowly rested his head on Yu Shaochun's shoulder.

"Grandma went to the mall to buy things for my family, but no one in my family cared about her except me."

Just as Yu Shaochun was about to say something, he suddenly felt a little coolness seep from his shoulders.

He had never seen Feng Zhou cry.

Whether it was failing the exam, being bullied, or being beaten, he never saw Feng Zhou shed a single tear.

I also secretly compared this person to a spring with a very high coefficient of elasticity. No matter how stretched and compressed, I would always carry it with gritted teeth, never showing a trace of timidity.

He was a little at a loss, and gently held Feng Zhou in his arms: "Grandma will be fine."

Feng Zhou sniffed, and tried to hold back his tears to raise his head, but he held him in his arms.

"Cry, don't hold it back," his boyfriend said, "What's wrong with swallowing tears in your stomach? Damn child, isn't it uncomfortable?"

Feng Zhou feels that he has always been a person walking on a tightrope. There is no turning back, and he can only move forward in the dark. He lives like walking on thin ice, trembling, and never dares to expect to be loved or saved. He either falls to his death or moves forward. through the third option.

When he was young, he was punished for doing wrong things, and the bamboo strips made marks as thick as small snakes on his body. Feng Qingqing didn't allow him to cry, and the more he cried, the harder he was beaten.

No matter how he grows up, no one will hear him cry, and he will not be able to coax him when he cries, so he gradually learned what it means to be "strong".

This is the first time someone told him that he can cry when he wants to, and that he can not be strong occasionally.

Feng Zhou lay on his shoulder and wept silently for ten minutes on and off, finally stopped crying, and said sullenly, "I'm sorry, I will pay back the money."

Yu Shaochun had calmed down a long time ago, but when he heard what he said, he became angry again, his brows twitched, and he gritted his teeth: "Why are you so stubborn, kid? Are you annoying? We have to talk about money, right?"

"That's my personality," he whispered, "or break up, I'm so annoying."

"Think beautifully, don't even think about dividing the money if you don't pay it back."

Feng Zhou said "Oh": "This time it was you who mentioned it, not me."

Yu Shaochun lost his temper because of his word games: "Okay, I will listen to you, okay? Ancestor?"

The two walked outside the operating room. Feng Zhou stared at the red lights on the two iron doors without a word, sat down slowly, and buried his face in his palms.

Yu Shaochun went back to the door and bought a cup of hot cocoa and handed it to him: "Don't think about it, just take a break."

Feng Zhou didn't drink, he just held the paper cup in his hand: "Where did you get so much money?"

"Anyway, I'm considered a rich second generation," Yu Shaochun put his arms around his shoulders naturally, "I don't have a hundred thousand on me, I always have ten or twenty thousand."

A nurse carrying a tray hurried past in front of him, and the bitter smell of disinfectant passed through his nose, making Feng Zhou's breathing difficult.Not far away, someone seemed to have stopped his heartbeat in the ward. Family members rushed into the room crying, and the ground shook with great grief.

He hated hospitals since he was a child, not only because of Feng Qingqing, but also because the atmosphere here made him feel scared.

Because he didn't have much, and the few remaining people who loved him were getting old and would go away at any time.

He leaned on Yu Shaochun and said in a low voice, "Can a person neither grow old nor die?"

Yu Shaochun was staring at the incandescent lamp on the ceiling in a daze, and it was strange to hear his words: "Why did you start studying idealism?"

Feng Zhou didn't speak, and watched the lights with him.

"It is because people will grow old and die," he said softly, "so love within a limited time is the most precious."

Feng Zhou was silent for a while, then sipped hot cocoa: "Except for grandma and grandpa, no one in my family loves me anymore."

"Your family still has me," Yu Shaochun lowered his head and kissed the corner of his eyes lightly, "I love you, I will always love you."