soul seeker

Wei Qiongyu squatted in front of the suitcase, put his things in, and there were no more or less things in the same suitcase.

"Good noon."

Wei Qiongyu turned around, and it was Fang Xiaoya, "Well, I thought you wouldn't come to see me off."

"How could it be?" Fang Xiaoya came over and squatted down, helping to clean up together, "Yesterday...did it scare you?"

"Well... what happened to you yesterday?"

"I can't bear to miss you, adolescent girls are like this, they are very crazy, don't worry!" Fang Xiaoya replied pretending to be relaxed.

Suddenly, she calmed down and looked at the suitcase, "It seems... nothing is left, you don't plan to stay for a long time, do you?"

"Maybe." Wei Qiongyu closed the suitcase and zipped it up.

"How are you going to find her? Do you have any contact?"

"No, generally backpackers don't carry mobile phones, and it's useless if they do... However, if we follow the route we planned before we left, we should be able to find it."

"Oh..." Fang Xiaoya lowered her head, "If, oh, I mean, if you can't find it, will you come back?"

"If I really can't find it, I will come back. I still have a student who has not finished teaching." He snorted her hair like coaxing a child.

Fang Xiaoya, who hadn't raised her head all this time, stood up, "Okay, anyway, there's no cram school to attend, so I'm going to play with my classmates... Goodbye."

After finishing speaking, she jumped up and down.

Sitting on her favorite sofa, Fang Xiaoya looked at the house without him, and tears flowed down again. She wiped away the tears with her hands indiscriminately, "Why are you crying, he will definitely come back again, I'm sure We'll meet him on the road."

"Little Ya," the man walked in with his hands in his pockets, "It's rare that Dad is on vacation, so let's go play with you."

"Okay! Come with me to the amusement park!" Fang Xiaoya slapped her thigh and stood up, holding the man's arm and running out, "I want ice cream!"

The fog in the bathroom condensed on the mirror and turned into water droplets that slid down.

Fang Xiaoya reached out to wipe them away, she stared blankly at the lump.

Not only did the lump not disappear with time, but it became bigger, and there were many more lumps.

"Little Ya! Hurry up! We're going to be late!" The man knocked on the door outside.

"Oh it's coming!" You can't tell him, you can delay as long as you can.

She quickly straightened her clothes, "Here we come! What are you rushing for?"

Another morning, a burst of pain dragged Fang Xiaoya from the dream into reality. She moved her left calf, the source of the pain, and found that not only could she not move, but the pain was terribly painful. The deep fear seized her everything, and she screamed crazily : "Dad, Dad"

Hearing his daughter's painful cry, the man who was also asleep immediately got up and ran to his daughter's bed: "What's the matter, little bud?! Dreaming?"

Fang Xiaoya's face was full of tears, "Legs! My legs!"

The man lifted the quilt and thought it was just a cramp, but found that her calf was very red and swollen. Realizing that something was wrong, he immediately picked her up and rushed out.

Fang Xiaoya, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was in severe pain. Looking at the man's anxious face, he thought to himself: My poor dad is going to be sad again.

Pain, pain, maybe because her body was too weak, she gradually lost consciousness, and when she woke up again, she was already lying on the hospital bed with an infusion tube inserted into her hand.

She turned her head slightly and looked at the man sitting beside him. Since there was no movement, the man didn't notice.

The man's face was haggard, his eyes were red from crying just now.

This expression is so familiar, he had this expression when his mother passed away...

"Dad..."

Hearing his daughter's voice, the man moved his head eagerly, "I'm hungry..."

"Oh, you're hungry," the man endured his sadness and forced a smile, "I'll buy you something if you want to eat."

"Well, I want bread, a swiss roll."

"Ah, wait a minute." The man walked out.

Fang Xiaoya held bread in one hand and milk in the other, eating and drinking while the man sat beside her and looked at her distressedly.

"Dad, is it the same disease as Mom?"

The man was startled for a moment, and then calmed down: "Yes."

"Then... is there still salvation? Still the same as my mother?"

"It's like you have inherited her character completely, even the disease."

"Actually... I found out a long time ago, um," she raised her arm and pointed to her armpit, "There is a lump here, but I dare not say it, you know what I'm afraid of, don't you?" She arched her elbow man's shoulders.

They chatted peacefully, just like they usually joked at home, and the man's tears flowed peacefully.