Stand by me

(27)

Every afternoon, Ryosuke Yamada would come in with a book and read a little story to his mother.Sometimes it was an international press release written by Nakajima's dad, sometimes it was an essay in a school magazine he brought home.Yuxiang Nakajima saw it and came over to join in the fun. They huddled under a heater and their legs were covered with fluffy quilts.At this time, Nakajima Yuxiang can always see Yamada's mother smiling from the heart, as gentle as a quiet lake.

It was almost midnight when Yamada's mother finally finished the bottle, and Ryosuke Yamada pulled out the needle for her. Her arm was already bruised, and she had to apply ice packs all day long.They helped her cover the quilt and prepared to turn off the bedside lamp.She made a downward movement with her left hand, telling them to bend down and hug them respectively.

"Auntie, you have three bags of hanging bottles today. The doctor said that it is best not to rely too much on this neurological drug. If you can persist tonight, we will treat it tomorrow." Nakajima Yuxiang said.

"Okay, I think I'll fall asleep naturally, and I won't have a headache anymore," said Yamada's mother.

She never woke up again.

Yamada Ryosuke fell on the side of the bed, gritted his teeth, his jaw was twisted, and his face was full of tears from crying. Yuxiang Nakajima wanted to pull him, but he couldn't pull him up. He just repeated in a low voice again and again " No. No." Dad's face was as pale as paper, losing two close lovers one after another made him almost collapse, he tried his best to put on his suit jacket with shaking hands, and said, "I'll go to Dr. Fukuyama, I want Forcing him to prescribe medicine, Yaji must still be saved..." He rushed out of the door, leaving behind a desperate back.

Nakajima Yuxiang didn't say a word, looking at everything in front of him with grief.His thoughts are very chaotic, if he can be conveyed by voice, people will definitely look at him with the eyes of a savage.He felt that for Yamada's mother, this might be a way to sleep peacefully.She had walked a long way alone through shadow and darkness, and now it was finally coming to an end.What are all sighs and sorrows to a man?And what should he do?This woman is not his mother, but is called mother; this woman makes him stand in the cold night, unable to see the dawn of dawn; this woman he resists and resists, but finds that there is no winner here .should i cry for youHe thought, should I cry for you?

After a long time, Ryosuke Yamada's eyelids were red and swollen like peaches, and he looked at him in surprise while wiping the corners of his eyes.Yuxiang Nakajima was stunned, and subconsciously touched his face, his face was wet, and the retreating tears rolled down uncontrollably.

They looked at each other in bewilderment for a second, perhaps seeing something in each other's eyes, and then bowed their heads in embarrassment.Suddenly a burst of fear struck, Nakajima Yuxiang clenched his fists, trembling all over.

"I'm crying for her! I betrayed my mother!" He closed his eyes, as if waiting for a storm to pass, but the storm in his heart was still howling.He rushed out the door, as if his soul had been seized by fear.

Nakajima Yuxiang ran randomly on the street, saw a game center on the side of the road, opened the door and went in.He didn't wear any protective gear, frantically playing a boxer game console, his eyes sullen and frantic.Nakajima Yuxiang no longer feels sad now, but only feels terrible. In order to suppress this dizzy feeling, his hands are bleeding from his blows.

An old man with sharp eyes stood behind him and watched for a long time, then went to the prize area and gave him a pair of red boxing gloves.Nakajima Yuxiang's expression was dreamlike, and he picked it up out of a polite habit. He held both hands together. The old man held it hard as if he wanted to convey his will, and brought Nakajima Yuxiang back to the In reality, he heard the old man say in a dry and astringent but extremely relaxed tone: "Young man, don't be too sad. Life always has limited joy and unlimited sorrow. This is the meaning of the existence of the game center. You have to learn to get used to it."