For the favor of Mr. Shen

Because he has his own moon.

The school was closed, and Uncle Shen was quarantined. Shi Yiqing was always in a panic, hoping that Uncle Shen would come back quickly.

But the more I was afraid of something, the next day at noon, Xiangjun was cooking lunch in the kitchen, and the aunt from the street office came over and said that someone in the vegetable market next door had a fever last night and was taken away by the hospital, and the community had to be quarantined for observation.

"Auntie, can others go home if they want?" Shi Yiqing asked standing by the door.

The auntie of the street office wore a mask and glasses, and she was tall and fat, very majestic: "No, it is forbidden to enter and exit during the isolation period of the community."

Shi Yiqing said dully, "Okay."

Soon Shi Yiqing saw from the balcony that the door of the apartment building was sealed with yellow tape, and Grandpa Lin's clinic was still closed, and it was also sealed with a seal.

The flowers on the street don't know what's different this spring, they are still swaying in the wind and blooming to their heart's content.Only Shi Yiqing, who was always standing on the balcony looking out, felt sad.

Four days passed like this. Fortunately, Shen Mu has the habit of hoarding supplies. There is plenty of rice, flour, and oil at home. Mr. Xiang also bought a lot of food before the quarantine, and the street office will help with the purchase, so there is no problem with eating.

That night, Shi Yiqing and Xiang Jun had just finished dinner and watched TV together. While watching, Shi Yiqing was practicing the geometric contours taught by the teacher with a notebook and pencil.

Mr. Xiang stared at the screen on the TV, which reported the World Health Organization's analysis of SARS.

At this time, Xiangjun's mobile phone rang. Her mobile phone was a Motorola clamshell that she bought after being an outstanding employee three times in a row. It was a small one, and the price was not cheap.

She went on: "Hello?"

"Hello, are you Jiang Zhixian's relative?"

Xiangjun frowned immediately, Jiang Zhixian was the ninth grandfather.Shi Yiqing looked at her quietly, and heard her say yes.

"I'm from the emergency department of the Municipal People's Hospital. The Chang'an community notified us of a case of fever. It was found that you were the contact person for Jiang Zhixian's case. Let me tell you about the situation."

Mr. Xiang hardly dared to breathe, and said yes dully.

To be honest, Shen Mu is still very confident that Shen Mu can survive the isolation, but Grandpa Ninth is already over 70 years old, how can the resistance of the old man compare with that of the young and strong.

The hospital said that it is doing isolation screening and will contact her at any time if there is a situation.

Shi Yiqing quietly looked at Aunt Xiangjun who was flustered, her mobile phone screen went dark and her hand trembled slightly before closing the flip.

He stretched out his hand to hold Xiang Jun: "It will be fine, Aunt Xiang Jun."

Mr. Xiang came back to his senses, looked at Shi Yiqing and smiled, touched his head and went to call the neighborhood committee at Grandpa Jiu's side to ask what was going on.

Shi Yiqing sat alone on the small sofa, listening to Mr. Xiang talking on the phone in the kitchen.

He had only met Grandpa Ninth a few times, and he was not very familiar with him. He only remembered that Grandpa Ninth was always energetic, energetic and healthy.

But Shi Yiqing knew very well that he was a very important person to Uncle Shen and Aunt Xiangjun.

After worrying for a while, Shi Yiqing went to the balcony again, he has grown a lot taller now, and can lie on the railing.

He looked at the empty streets, at the Xiguan Street Clinic that hadn't been open for a long time, at the street corner where a tall and handsome Uncle Shen would never walk out, and sighed rarely.

Early the next morning, Shi Yiqing woke up and lay on the bed when Aunt Xiangjun's cell phone rang again.Mr. Xiang was worried about insomnia for a long time last night, and then he was woken up by the ringing of his mobile phone.

"Hey?"

"Hello, is this Ms. Dong Xiangjun?"

"Yes."

"This is the Internal Medicine Inpatient Department of the Municipal People's Hospital. Grandpa Jiang Zhixian confirmed that it wasn't SARS. He just had a fever during the changing seasons. The fever has subsided now. You should prepare and arrange someone to come and pick you up."

Jun Xiang wept with joy, and nodded repeatedly at the phone.

Mr. Xiang prepared lunch for Shi Yiqing, fearing that he would not be able to come back at night, he made two extra dishes.

"Ah Qing, I'm going to the hospital to pick up Grandpa Jiu home. If you have something to do at home, you can call the aunt downstairs, you know?"

Shi Yiqing knew that she wanted to do something serious, so he nodded obediently: "Okay."

Xiang Jun: "Do you remember Auntie's phone number?"

Shi Yiqing: "Remember."

After finishing speaking, he recited Mr. Xiang's phone number.

"Hey, don't worry, Grandpa Ninth is fine, and Uncle Shen will be fine too." Jun Xiang comforted him before leaving.

Shi Yiqing lowered his eyes: "If it's okay, why haven't you come back..."

Mr. Xiang's comforting words stuck in his throat.

In fact, children do not speak, but they understand everything.

Mr. Xiang and the sub-district office went downstairs with their bags on their backs after applying. The people from the sub-district office waited downstairs for her to cross the forbidden line, took her temperature and let her go.

Shi Yiqing watched Aunt Xiangjun disappear into the street corner from the balcony, and when he looked at the house later, he felt so deserted, so he simply stayed on the balcony for a long time.

Shi Yiqing, who was alone at home, became more and more anxious. He kept opening the door of the house to look at the corridor outside, and went to the balcony to see if there was anyone on the street, and to see if Uncle Shen had come back.

So Mr. Xiang still didn't come back until after seven o'clock in the evening. Shi Yiqing had already finished dinner and washed the dishes, and was walking around the house, while the TV was reporting the situation in Hong Kong.

People are getting infected everywhere, quarantines are starting everywhere, and even the background music of news videos is full of panic.

Shi Yiqing looked at the night sky, and suddenly burst into tears.

"dad……"

These days the moon is very small and the stars are very bright. Shi Yiqing found the star belonging to his father in the night sky again. He couldn't help sobbing and said to the star: "Dad, can you hear it? Can you let me hear it?" Did Uncle Shen come back safely? Dad...I miss Uncle Shen so much."

The stars twinkle and twinkle, as if in response.

It was only at this time that Shi Yiqing remembered that he hadn't paid attention to the stars in the sky for a long time, because he had his own moon.

After crying until he was tired, he went to wash his face, brush his teeth and go to sleep. Shi Yiqing lay on the bed, hugging the quilt with the healthy and sunny breath of Uncle Shen, and fell asleep.

When I woke up the next day, Aunt Xiangjun didn't come back, neither did Uncle Shen, and the house was still empty.

When I woke up on the third day, it was still the same. The aunt of the street office said that she was quarantined with Grandpa Ninth.

Shi Yiqing was cooking noodles on the bench, imitating Uncle Shen, put a piece of lard in the clear soup, then pour a little light soy sauce, put some chopped green onion, and finally put the cooked noodles in.

It looks very simple, and it looks similar to making it, but it is not as good as Uncle Shen's cooking.

Shi Yiqing sat at the dining table, and after two bites he couldn't eat any more.

In a daze, another two days later, Shi Yiqing woke up very early that day, around five or six o'clock, there was only faint skylight in the gaps in the curtains, Shi Yiqing felt dizzy, he had no energy in his body, and felt very tired even with his eyes open .

A few days ago, because I ate too little, my stomach was always growling. These two days, I can't feel it anymore. I don't feel like eating or not. I feel good after drinking some water.

Shi Yiqing lay on the bed with his eyes open for a while and then fell asleep, until he heard someone calling his name.

Shi Yiqing cheered up, got up quickly, almost fell to the ground, but quickly got up and ran to the balcony.

Not Uncle Shen.

It's the monitor and his father.

"Shi Yiqing, are you okay?" The lenses on Zhang Liang's face looked thicker in the morning sun, he looked fatter again, and his eyes were squeezed into a slit.

Shi Yiqing asked: "Squad leader, why are you here?"

Zhang Liang's father was holding a canvas bag in his hand, and he picked it up and said, "We heard that Mr. Xiang has been quarantined in another place, so we thought you didn't have anything to eat, so we made meals for you and sent them here."

They were standing just outside the forbidden line and couldn't come in.

Shi Yiqing: "Don't you need to be quarantined?"

Zhang Liang's father explained: "The quarantine is over, and those who were taken away from the factory have returned several times. My child, are all the neighbors around you at home?"

"No, Grandpa Lin is in Beijing, and Aunt Xiangjun is with Grandpa Jiu."

Zhang Liang's father and Shen Mu are not familiar with each other, they just met each other, but he and Xiang Jun used to be colleagues in the same workshop, and he came here today after his son told him for a long time, and he was interrogated several times along the way before he came here .

He looked around and said, "I'll ask someone from the street office to deliver it to you."

After the adults left, Zhang Liang said: "Shi Yiqing, do you have nothing to eat?"

Shi Yiqing?loudly.

"You look sick, you need to drink more water, your lips are chapped."

Shi Yiqing couldn't help but sigh that the class monitor's glasses are so easy to use, he can see from such a distance.He touched his lips, dry and rough.

He said: "Squad leader, your father said that someone is back, what about the others?"

Zhang Liang: "I don't know...they also said..."

Shi Yiqing grasped the railing nervously: "What?"

Zhang Liang, a nine-year-old child, frowned bitterly and said, "They said that someone died in the Chinese medicine hospital."

"Dead?" Shi Yiqing looked at Zhang Liang in disbelief.

Zhang Liang nodded.

Shi Yiqing: "Who is it? Did you say who it is?"

Zhang Liang: "No, don't worry, there were a lot of people who were taken away that day, only some of them came back, and several of them are in the hospital for observation and treatment."

That's the way it is said, but concern is messy, Shi Yiqing has already fantasized that Uncle Shen is lying on an iron bed like in TV dramas, covered with a white cloth and motionless.

Soon the aunt from the street office came over, took the temperature and registered and took the things.

"I'll take it up to him."

Shi Yiqing opened the door to take the bag, and thanked the aunt of the street office. He didn't have much energy after not eating well for so many days, and the cloth bag was not light. The fried dishes have a note on the outside of the box saying what kind of dish it is.

Shi Yiqing looked at these lunch boxes, thinking about Uncle Shen.

No, no, I must see Uncle Shen.

Shi Yiqing didn't know what he was doing, all he could think about was the death of Uncle Shen, the surrounding objects became blurred, stretched out like a long-exposure lens, Shi Yiqing's eyes were filled with colorful colors.

He stumbled and ran downstairs, and yelled at the street office aunt and Zhang Liang and his son who were about to leave: "Auntie!"

The three of them turned their heads, and were immediately terrified. Shi Yiqing looked as fragile as a paper man, and he staggered down the stairs, as if he was about to fall if the wind blows.

Shi Yiqing held on to the railing next to the stairs, and finally walked down.

But just as he raised his legs and stepped down the last step, a white light flashed in front of his eyes, and he couldn't control himself and fell forward weightlessly.

"Aqing!"

"Shi Yiqing!!"