In order to coax the gods to sleep, the tyrant is bald

?Ten years◇

he is still so young

"Fu Shen? Fu Shen?" Yang Ziyu poked the dazed person in front of him, "What's wrong with you today? Why are you always distracted?"

Fu Zhao came back to his senses, "Are you busy?"

"Students asked me to ask you, can we hold another class to tutor everyone?" Yang Ziyu asked, "This time the old class will be miserable, everyone is holding back their energy."

"The old class said, don't let me bet on the question."

"You don't need to make a bet, how can it be a bet? It's just normal tutoring, and it doesn't take up too much of your time. Every Saturday night, you will play for everyone, okay?"

"What I said was no different from what the teacher said."

"That's a big difference. Everyone wants to hear what you have to say."

"I'll think it over."

After finishing speaking, Fu Chao rested his chin in a daze.

"Fu Shen, what's bothering you?" Yang Ziyu asked cautiously. He had never seen Fu Chao like this before. This man was never studying or was on the way to study. When did he have the time to be in a daze? The god of learning has nothing to do with it at all, okay?

"Have you ever missed someone in particular?"

"Yes, of course." Speaking of this, Yang Ziyu was very excited, "I think about my family every day, eating, sleeping, walking, and whenever I have time."

"Not bothering you."

"Why is it annoying? Thinking of my family Lin, I'm happy, very happy." Yang Ziyu leaned over, "Fu Shen, don't you miss someone? Is it Gao Xueba?"

"What do you mean by caring? I'm just caring about my classmates." Fu Chao frowned to correct him.

"Oh, Fushen, don't be shy, there are many people thinking about Gao Xueba, and I've even seen a little boy blocking him in the toilet."

"Huh?" What little boy?

"Really, it was just a few days after Gao Xueba came to our class. I was squatting in the toilet, and when I went out, I saw a fair-looking man, not tall. I opened my mouth and asked if I wanted to have sex with him." As soon as Yang Ziyu talked about gossip, his face was full of excitement, "Gao Xueba won't let me talk too much, or I would have told you already."

"And then? Let Gao Lang block him?"

"Gao Xueba didn't pay any attention to him. He was so cold that he just ignored him. He didn't even look him in the eye. He was so ruthless." Yang Ziyu made a cold expression.

Hearing this, Fu Chao felt relieved, but before he could feel relieved for 2 minutes, Yang Ziyu asked again, "Fu Shen, did Gao Xueba confess his love to you?"

Fu Chao looked at him with crazy eyes.

"Is that why you are tempted by Gao Xueba?" He asked flexibly.

"I said, is there anything useful in your mind other than waste?" Fu Chao became irritable.

"I'm thinking normal, okay?" Yang Ziyu felt that he was wronged, "You always miss him, but he is still good to you. You two are usually inseparable. Isn't it interesting to each other? Are you still pure classmates? Love? Anyway, I have never seen any classmate who can be so kind to another. They are all too good."

"Go do your homework, you are free."

"Well, I'm talking too much, maybe I didn't pierce the window paper, I understand."

As soon as Yang Ziyu left, Fu Chao was about to brush up the questions, but looking at the papers, he couldn't get in.A jammer named Gao Lang always came out and jumped, worrying about his surgery for a while, and worrying about his eyes for a while.Just, irritable.

I can't make myself happy even by brushing the questions, which is a bit big.

In the world of Fu Chao, there has never been anything more important than learning, and making money has always been in the service of learning.But now he doesn't want to study but thinks of Gao Lang, and his mind is full of him. He suddenly realizes that Gao Lang is very important to him, very important.

He never worried about his friends.To be precise, he has never had anyone who can be called a good friend, at most he is a classmate.When I went to primary school, I had to skip a grade to make myself run away quickly, and my classmates didn't say a few words; when I went to junior high school, I had to support myself while studying, and I didn't have time to make friends. Those who could talk were either employers or potential employers. , Only the transaction has no emotion.Until now, the only person who can be called a good friend is Gao Lang, who forcibly inserted into his life.

Eat with Gao Lang, run around with Gao Lang, talk with Gao Lang, and even sleep with Gao Lang's hands. Before he knows it, this person is everywhere in his world, even in his mind at this moment. It's all him too.Knowing that he is far away on the other side of the earth, I can't help but still can't help worrying, knowing that it is useless but can't stop it, even the trouble of insomnia is ranked after him.

Yes, I still didn't fall asleep last night, no matter Gao Lang's pillow or quilt, in the end he used his bed, but it didn't work at all, whether he should sleep or not.

Also because the smell of Gao Lang is all around me, when I close my eyes, my mind is full of Gao Lang, and I can't drive him away.

If you can't drive away, then don't drive away.

Fu Chao unconsciously picked up his phone and fiddled back and forth. He didn't know how his surgery was going. The world's top medical team shouldn't be eating dry food, Fu Chao thought again.

He wanted to make a phone call to ask, but he was afraid of disturbing him, so he could only wait passively, feeling anxious and irritable.

While he was waiting for the call, Gao Lang's doctor also walked into the ward.

"The operation was successful." The doctor looked at Gao Lang, "Gao, your eyes can accompany you for another ten years at least, and I can guarantee that you will not have the risk of blindness within ten years."

"This is different from what I said before the operation." Father Gao raised his voice involuntarily, and his eyes were like knives.

"Mr. Gao, there are risks in any operation, and you have fully understood it before the operation." The doctor probably saw too many angry family members, and he was not moved at all. "The more important reason is that Gao's eyes have lesions. Your disease is more complicated, and now it is the best result so far."

"Ten years from now?" Papa Gao asked while suppressing his turbulent emotions.

"None of us can guarantee that after ten years." The doctor said seriously: "Mr. Gao, you have to think in a better direction. There are still ten years. By then, our medicine may have cured Gao's eyes. Have time."

"What is the incidence rate ten years from now?"

"This cannot be guaranteed, we can only do our best. You have to know that the human body is growing and aging, and diseases will change with the body. But as long as we control it properly, everything is possible. Don't be discouraged, we have to work together. "The doctor left after explaining, but Gao's father couldn't calm down for a long time.

"Ten years," Gao Lang said suddenly with his eyes covered with gauze, "It's good, at least the ten years are stable."

Father Gao gritted his teeth tightly, resisting the pain in his heart, and slowly grasped Gao Lang's arm, holding tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to hold the irresistible light.

His child, his child...

"Dad, I really think it's very good. It's good that you don't have to worry about it every day when you have a death date." He turned to hold Dad's hand, "It's you, living in fear every day is much worse than me."

"Get out! Brat!" Father Gao cursed with red eyes, his voice almost choked up, "I'm happy every day!"

Gao Lang continued to babble as if he couldn't hear anything, "Have fun in time, do you think my little dad will abandon us if you are blind?"

"Throw you into the Pacific Ocean!" Wen Wenming grabbed the ear of the person on the bed, and tugged hard, "Boy, I think you won't be on Fang Jiewa for three days."

"Little dad, spare me! I'm not an active person. My little dad is kind and righteous. How could he do such a thing! Impossible, absolutely impossible!" Gao Lang kept begging for mercy, Qi Shou The eight-legged man hurriedly saved his ear, and began to complain, "I'm a patient! Dad, how can you treat a patient like this?"

"I don't look like a patient when I look at you alive and well. If you have nothing to do, you can entertain your father." Wen Wenming sneered.

"I'm just reminding my father, let him treat you better."

"You don't need to worry about the two of us, you should worry about yourself first."

"I'm already like this, so there's nothing to worry about." Gao Lang muttered, "It's okay if I can still be cool for ten years."

"Gao Lang, I think you are really owed." Gao Dad pointed at him dumbly with his throat, but he thought he couldn't see it after he finished his point. , "Hurry up and call your little friend. It's been a day and night. Maybe I'm worried about you."

Then he pulled Papa Gao out.

Papa Gao, who was pulled out, lost his composure just now, and frowned anxiously.This result was far from what they had expected. Before coming here, they said that the cure rate could reach more than 90.00%. What do you want to tell him now?ten years?How is this different from sentencing?Gao Lang is only eighteen!

He kicked the heavy sofa hard, and Dad Gao couldn't help scolding his mother, "Fuck you!"

"Old Gao, control your emotions, Gao Lang is calmer than you." Wen Wenming pushed him onto the sofa with a solemn face, "Don't you see that the child is comforting you?"

"It's just that I can see it..." I couldn't stand it even more.Papa Gao covered his face with his hands, and at the same time hid all his fragility under his hands.

Why, his child is only eighteen, how can such a good child only have ten years of good time?He's 47 now, isn't he fine?Why?

Lao Gao always thought that his son was luckier than himself, he found out that he was treated earlier, and his mentality was better than his own at the beginning, no matter what, he should last longer than himself, but why, why, there are only ten years left...

Papa Gao fell silent, Wen Wenming slowly sat beside him, put his hands on his lap, and remained silent for a while.

He still remembered the first time he saw Gao Lang, the little man looked like an adult, so cute.But just such a cute little guy told him seriously when they met that they had eye disease, and they would lose their sight at some point, and told him not to be fooled by his father.At that time, his father had his brain collapsed, and he cried so much.

Later, little Gao Lang always felt that his father owed him injustice and always stood by him. He would fight against Lao Gao but always followed him. It seemed that he was afraid of himself, but in his heart he regarded himself as a another father...

Thinking about it, unknowingly, the eyes were bloodshot.

After a while, he suppressed the discomfort in his heart, and said slowly but firmly, "Old Gao, do you still remember what you told me when I confessed to you?"

Papa Gao didn't turn his head around for a moment, staring at him blankly with red eyes, not understanding why he mentioned such a distant matter.

Wen Wenming ignored his doubts and continued, "You said that I might be blind tomorrow, how long will you like a blind man? I said at the time, like one day is one day, and I will talk about it when you are blind. But I waited and waited for 14 years , I'm going to get tired of you, you're fine."

"His situation is different from mine..."

"What's the difference? Back then the doctor told you that you would be blind at [-], are you blind?" Dad looked at him firmly, "It's man-made, we still have time to create more miracles, instead of wasting time For useless anger, it is better to make more money, don't wait until you have a chance to heal before you find out that you don't have enough money."

"That's impossible!" If he didn't say anything else, just making money, if he said no, it was definitely the most modest of modesty.

"Keep it up."

"I said, you're not worried at all?" Dad Gao couldn't help but be angry when he saw his calm appearance, "Gao Lang is the closest to you on weekdays, is this little dad calling you for nothing?"

"Look at my hair." Wen Wenming pushed his head over.

"Not a single white hair."

"It's almost bald!" The little dad looked at him angrily, "It's all made by you two, dare to say that I don't worry about it, I think you are the one who deserves to be beaten the most!"

Outside, the two fathers suppressed their distress to cheer each other up, but Gao Lang in the room fumbled for his phone and hung up.He wasn't in a pretty mood, so he wanted to find fault. Fu Chao wasn't suitable to be a punching bag, so he couldn't bear it.

Silently biting his wrist through the clothes, his teeth were firmly embedded in the flesh, it seemed that only in this way could he vent his discomfort a little.

The illusion of indifference just now can deceive others but not himself, and he is very uncomfortable.To be precise, he was very uncomfortable.

There was no light in front of the gauze-covered eyes. He had tried this kind of darkness countless times alone, but none of them were so completely dark.No matter how many simulations, no matter how much psychological construction meets the cruel reality, it is as fragile as a layer of cellophane, which can be broken with a light poke.Only then did he realize that even after more than ten years of preparation, he was still not ready.

Ten years may sound like a long time, but he is really unwilling.

"Gao Lang? Gao Lang? Why don't you speak? Is the signal bad?" Fu Chao's voice suddenly came from the side, which shocked Gao Lang severely.

It turned out that he didn't hang up the call at all, but turned on the speakerphone instead.

He frantically went to get his cell phone, but when he raised his hand out of sight, it was dialed on the carpet, making a dull sound.

"What sound? Can you hear it?"

For some unknown reason, Gao Lang just sat on the bed, his gauze-wrapped eyes stared at the place where the sound was made on the ground, and he didn't make a sound.

"Gao Lang, isn't it convenient for you to talk?"

Gao Lang suddenly knocked on the cabinet next to him, making a moderate sound.

"If it's not convenient for you to talk, just hang up and I'll call you later."

Gao Lang didn't move.

"Do you have a sore throat and can't speak?"

Gao Lang knocked on the bedside table again.

Fu Chao on the other end could hear a little way, "Can't talk, right? Then let me tell you. Hospitalization is boring, and you can't solve the questions. You must be bored to death. When will you be discharged from the hospital after the operation? You will be quiet when you are not in the dormitory." Oh, and what's more, just got the monthly exam results, our class is seventh in the whole grade, almost didn't let the old class die of embarrassment, the whole class collectively sang Conquer..."

Gao Lang knocked on the bedside table twice, signaling that he was listening.

"A classmate in my class wants me to open a remedial class. Do you think I can't open it? Knock once if I open it, or twice if I don't."

"Deng Deng."

"Oh, you don't want me to drive it either, so forget it, anyway, I'm not short of money now. By the way, a stray cat came from somewhere on campus and laid a litter of kittens, all of which were raccoons, Yang Ziyu I almost got scratched when I wanted to catch one..."

"Deng Deng."

Fu Chaola talked about the trivial matters of the campus miscellaneously and dryly, as if racking his brains to find something interesting in life to make him happy, but he himself felt very boring while talking.How could he become a storyteller all of a sudden, not to mention his eloquent personality?If there is someone who can talk in harmony with each other, it is too difficult to let him talk by himself now, it is better to let him write a small composition.

Gao Lang deliberately found fault and kept quiet from the beginning to listening seriously, and finally he slowly raised the corners of his mouth.I don't know if what Fu Chao said just appealed to him or what.

Anyway, whenever Fu Chao stopped and didn't know what to say, he would knock on the cabinet twice, urging him as if encouraging.

Well, it could be a prank too.

But every time he heard the sound of knocking on the cabinet, Fu Chao would start searching for something to say, like a ghost, describing the taste of the soup that the aunt in the cafeteria gave him, and almost bringing out his own insomnia to be executed again.In the end, I really had nothing to say, so I knocked on the phone.

"Dong dong."

"Deng Deng."

"Dong dong dong."

"Beep, beep."

"Dong dong dong."

"Beep, beep."

The two of them were stupid, you knocked, I knocked, and finally they beat the rhythm of the drums, making it like a pair of codes, and the two couldn't help laughing across the radio waves.

Just silly.

"When you come back, we will do the quizzes together." Fu Chao finally said with a smile.

After a series of brisk drum beats over there, Gao Lang chuckled, "Fu Chao, your storytelling skills are really good!"

When Fu Chao heard that there was nothing wrong with his voice, he immediately became furious, "Gao Lang! You are dead!"

Listening to the blind voice on the phone, Gao Lang's depressed mood miraculously cheered up, at least he still has ten years left.