The school grass owes me a first love

Back to the day when Ye Yubei's accident happened, the senior of Jiaotong University called 120 in a panic and sent him to the hospital.

When Ye Yubei was doing emergency treatment in the infirmary, Fang Wenjian and his wife rushed there with Fang Wenhui, and they only had time to look in through the half-closed door.

I saw the young man sitting on the hospital bed with one leg stretched out on the opposite chair. His head was lowered, his face was almost transparent, and he was very quiet. Even the nurse pressed on his knee tentatively, asking if it hurts. Pain, he did not make a sound, as if he had no feeling, isolated from everything, lifeless.

The boy seemed to have completely lost something, and the silence was palpitating.

The doctor came out at this time, closed the door to block the view of the outside world, and stood in the corridor to explain the situation to the family members.

"The initial diagnosis is a rupture of the Achilles tendon of the knee. The specific results will have to wait until the MRI is done. If necessary, surgery will be required. Let me remind you first."

Fang Wenhui walked on the road in a hurry, her face was pale and she was out of breath. Coupled with the scene she just saw, she felt her heart was broken. She slowly sat down on the plastic chair beside her.

Agitated, my aunt grabbed the doctor's arm, raised her face high, and asked in a pleading voice: "Doctor, is the rupture of the Achilles tendon serious? Is the operation serious? How long will it take to recover? Our child is an athlete. He plays basketball and has been on TV. He can’t break his leg. If it breaks, he will be in trouble. Doctor, please think of a way, I’m begging you.”

"Achilles tendon rupture is not a broken leg. Don't worry about that." The doctor adjusted his glasses in embarrassment, comforted the sloppy housewife, and said, "We are performing minimally invasive surgery, which is not as serious as you think, but how long will it take?" It can be recovered, and what kind of recovery it will be, I can’t promise you now, it depends on each person’s situation.”

My aunt breathed a sigh of relief, and then said optimistically: "Then if you have surgery now, can you recover in April? He is a physical education examinee, and he will take the physical education college entrance examination in April. By then, it will not affect his performance?"

The doctor suddenly showed embarrassment, put down his glasses again, and had to tell the truth: "Usually, if the Achilles tendon is ruptured, the postoperative recovery time is about half a year...and I just want to remind you that there may be some pain after the operation. After-effects, it’s best not to do strenuous exercise in the future, basketball... hey... don’t touch it for a year, but it doesn’t rule out that after a good rehabilitation, you can return to normal levels, and you don’t have to be too discouraged. Let’s wait for the results to come out. "

What the doctor said later, my aunt couldn't listen anymore. Her shoulders slumped, and her clothes became more and more loose. She looked at the ground with a dull expression.

Looking at Fang Wenjian and Fang Wenhui again, the two looked away with pained faces, unable to accept this fact for a while.

In three months, Ye Yubei will take the physical examination. According to the doctor, he was still recovering from surgery at that time, so he would definitely not be able to take part in it, so this year's college entrance examination... That kid obviously worked harder than anyone else for the college entrance examination.

But this is not the saddest thing. The saddest thing is that Ye Yubei's basketball career had to end before it really started.

They watched Ye Yubei come out of the chaos, find ideals and goals, shine like a rising star, but now he fell in a panic, such a huge gap fell on the half-grown boy, that It must feel bad.

As elders, they feel distressed.

The doctor said a few more words of comfort and entered the infirmary.

There was silence in the corridor.

After a while, my aunt looked up at Fang Wenjian, with a bitter expression on her face, and said, "Is there anyone I know to inquire about? If we really need an operation, we also need to find the best doctor."

***

Ye Yubei went home to recuperate the day he finished the MRI.

Fang Wenjian contacted everywhere, and finally got a relationship through a student's parent. He helped Ye Yubei perform an operation at the most famous doctor in the city, and he went to the hospital half a month later.

Ye Yubei's knees were tied with a fixed plate, and it was temporarily inconvenient to move around. At home, he could only lie on the bed, and Fang Wenhui brought meals to the bedside.

The boy didn't talk anymore, except for eating and sleeping every day, the curtains were never opened, so even though the sun was shining brightly and the winter sky was clear outside, the room was still dark and drowsy.

Fang Wenhui could understand Ye Yubei's mood, and knew that Ye Yubei was suffering both physically and mentally, and depression was inevitable.She doesn't force Ye Yubei, she just tries to take care of his daily life as much as possible every day.

In the first three days, Ye Yubei has been sleeping intermittently and waking up intermittently. Every time he touches the mobile phone next to his pillow to check the time, he can see the message prompt of the chat box with special reminders set, or say , it was because of these beeps that he woke up from the drowsiness.

[Mother-in-law: What are you doing? 】

[Mother-in-law: Are you here? 】

……

[Mother-in-law: Damn, look for yourself, I haven't replied for eight hours.Ye Yubei, you are drifting away, huh? 】

……

[Mother-in-law: I'll just pretend you're busy, and remember to reply when you see it. 】

……

[Woman: Damn, I was crushed by No.1 again today. That brother's calculus is the same as doing oral calculations, but seeing that his hairline is about to rise to the level of the British royal family, I feel relieved. 】

[Mother-in-law: Is your thinking too dark? [Laughing and crying]]

……

[Mother-in-law: Did you have a good meal?Knowing that you are busy training, pay attention to rest. 】

[Woman: [picture]]

【Mother-in-law: I have tonkatsu for lunch today, but it’s not as good as yours. [arrogant]】

……

[Mother-in-law: What's the matter, you don't answer the phone, what are you doing? 】

……

【Mother-in-law: Are you there? Are you there? Are you there...】

……

[Mother-in-law: Ye!give!north!exist!No!exist! 】

[Mother-in-law: I'm angry, and I won't take the initiative to contact you in the future. You'd better figure out how to coax me. 】

……

Accumulated so far, there are a total of 87 unread messages in this dialog box, but Ye Yubei has never opened it. He just stares at it for a while every time, and only puts down the phone again until the other party no longer sends the latest messages. , and then buried his face in the pillow very tiredly.

Every day, Ye Yubei felt that he was sinking deeper into the quagmire, but he had no emotions, and the ridiculous thing was that he didn't even have the idea of ​​self-help. He even gradually indulged in the feeling of sinking, just like this. Just let it go, don't think about anything, just go to sleep, and it's best not to wake up again.

On the fourth day, when he woke up in the morning, he could obviously feel that the temperature had dropped a bit, and there was a penetrating chill in the air.

Ye Yubei picked up the phone again, and found that under the dialog box of special attention, the prompt number still stayed at "87".

Cheng Jue really didn't look for him again.

Ye Yubei felt relieved suddenly, and forcibly ignored the trace of sadness that climbed up in his heart.

Ye Yubei thought he could finally sleep well today, but in the early hours of the morning, he saw the latest news——

[I'm at the airport, now take a taxi to your house, and I'll be there in half an hour. 】

[If you don't want me to go, let me know, otherwise I will wait downstairs at your house. 】

Now at 24:[-], from Beijing to Cang City, the plane takes two hours.

Ye Yubei looked at the message on the screen for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking. Then, he opened the phone's address book and prepared to call Cheng Jue.

But my fingertip hovered over the top contact for a long time, and I clicked to open it, but I didn't click to call.

Ye Yubei threw the phone aside, lay on his back, covered his eyes with one hand, and remained motionless in the darkness.

Cheng Jue returned to Cangshi in a hurry, got off the plane, only to find that it was snowing in Cangshi today, and the temperature was a few degrees lower than that in Beijing. He tucked his hands into the cuffs of his coat slightly tremblingly, and stopped at the passenger platform. car.

Along the way, Cheng Jue kept looking at his phone, Ye Yubei neither replied to him nor called him, so he had to admit that something went wrong between them.

When Cheng Jue thought of the diary in his bag, he inevitably wondered if Ye Yubei didn't want to pretend anymore?Taking advantage of his trip to Beijing, it happened to break up coldly and violently. Anyway, Ye Yubei has a bright future now, and there is no shortage of companions around him, so I don't bother to talk to him. I just tricked him to use him from the beginning to the end, didn't I?

The air conditioner was turned on in the taxi, but Cheng Jue didn't have time to warm up. He put his hands in his pockets, shrunk his neck into the collar of his sweater, and looked out the window at the viaduct, angry and sad.

Although Bu Cheng Jue was very angry like a small flame was ignited, but as the journey continued to shorten, he was still uneasy.

What if Ye Yubei is not at home?

Or do you not plan to go downstairs to see him at home?

He can't go upstairs and knock on the door like a shrew, mainly because Fang Wenhui still needs to rest.

Cheng Jue frowned, with distress in his peach eyes, he finally bit his lips, determined, no matter what, he would wait until Ye Yubei came down.

But a quarter of an hour later, when Cheng Jue stepped on the snow with resentful steps and was about to approach the apartment building where Ye Yubei's house was located, he saw a tall figure standing by the anti-theft door downstairs from a distance.

The anger in Cheng Jue's heart was extinguished with a "poof".

That idiot is waiting again.

It's cold, what are you doing outside?Why not give him a call, send a text message, and make an appointment?

Cheng Jue approached with complicated emotions, and stood still under the steps. Only then did he see that Ye Yubei was a little listless.

The young man was leaning against the wall, and his face was pale, mainly because he looked tired and lacked a trace of vitality.

When he first left Cangshi, Ye Yubei was not like this.

"What's the matter with you?" Cheng Jue frowned and couldn't help asking.

Ye Yubei just tilted his head slightly, staring at him with dark eyes.

Cheng Jue was a little disturbed by his sight, and wanted to pounce on him and rub his face in his arms, telling Ye Yubei not to look at him like that, his heart was itching like being scratched.

After a while, Ye Yubei didn't answer and asked instead: "Is the training camp over?"

The voice was also a little different from before he left, it smelled of ice and snow, strangely cold.

Cheng Jue didn't like what he heard, he was a little annoyed, and said, "No."

Ye Yubei: "Then you come back?"

Cheng Jue was startled, and then opened his peach blossom eyes: "Are you still embarrassed to ask!?"

Seeing that Cheng Jue didn't speak, Ye Yubei leaned back, his head hit the wall slightly, and his body moved a little. Cheng Jue thought that he was tired from standing and wanted to use another leg to support his center of gravity, but he saw Ye Yubei moving against the ground. Take the next step.

It was obviously a standing posture that people would only make when they were relaxed, but Ye Yubei froze for a moment.

Seeing that Ye Yubei didn't seem to realize the seriousness of the problem, Cheng Jue unconsciously raised his voice, very unhappy: "Why didn't you reply to my message?"

Ye Yubei understated: "Busy."

Cheng Jue pursed his lips, feeling perfunctory.

Then, he took out the book with the blue cover from his schoolbag, and motioned for Ye Yubei to read it, with a slightly lower tone, he said, "What is this?"

Looking at the book, Ye Yubei finally had a slight expression change, something moved in his black eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Have you read it?"

Cheng Jue didn't respond, but his expression was tacit.

Ye Yubei shook the hand hanging by his side. After so many days, he finally felt his own heartbeat and asked, "What do you think?"

Cheng Jue said directly: "Are you lying to me? You have already planned how to get close to me, and... you sold the weapon I gave you in the game, where did the money go?"

There was a moment of bewilderment in Ye Yubei's expression, and then he glanced at the notebook, and seemed to realize something, and his heartbeat that was rising gradually returned to dead silence again.

Ye Yubei looked at Cheng Jue for a while, and suddenly smiled.

That smile is not necessarily very happy, but it looks a little weird because it is out of season.

Cheng Jue's slender Adam's apple moved up and down, his eyes were a little red: "What are you laughing at?"

Ye Yubei just felt relaxed.

He also suddenly figured out why it was so easy.

He couldn't even bear the burden of his own life, but he always wanted to make another person happy. In fact, he was very tired, but once he let go of this burden, his body and mind became lighter.

Cheng Jue stared at Ye Yubei, and asked again: "What are you laughing at?" His voice was a little choked, "Don't fucking laugh, explain to me."

Ye Yubei lowered his head, bit his lips, suppressed his smile, and then said softly: "Cheng Jue, that's it, I'm not good enough for you."

Cheng Jue took a deep breath, he thought it would cover up the urge to cry, but it didn't work.

Snowflakes whirled and danced around them, rustling quietly in the winter night.

"Fucking liar." Cheng Jue slammed the notebook forward, and said in a voice that was almost cruel, "You really don't deserve me."

Cheng Jue left.

Ye Yubei still stood with his head down.

At this time, a gust of wind blew through, and the notebook spread on the ground whirled and turned over many blank pages, and suddenly handwriting appeared again.