silent sample

The day before New Year's Eve, Tang Yuan woke up very early. Since returning home, he couldn't sleep well at night, and the degree of tossing and turning was worse than when he was in school.

It’s okay to go out for a walk, but after a while he will be eager to come back. In fact, he doesn’t have so much energy to digest. On the contrary, he often feels tired during this period of time.

Tang Yuan went downstairs, looked at Tang Sirong's room, and found that she had also woken up, "Why did you get up so early?"

The heater was turned on in the room, and a dry heat hit his face. Tang Yuan squinted his eyes because of the smoke. He saw that the water was not enough, "I'll go and add two more pots for you."

"Not hot." Tang Sirong said.

"Is it a question of whether it's hot or not?" Tang Yuan complained about her concern, "Don't stay stuffy and don't open the window, it's not good for the respiratory tract if it's too dry."

The wiring in the old house is seriously aging, and you can’t use things with too much power. The electric heater in Tang Sirong’s room and the air conditioner in the next room are at their peak. At night, Tang Yuan dare not turn on anything in the attic. It can take care of a corner of the room at most.

Tang Yuan brought in two basins for her, filled them with water, placed them around the bed one by one, and opened a slit in the back window for her. Tang Sirong looks fine today, wearing thick pajamas and lying on the chair, revealing from time to time The somewhat sickly haggardness is more like not waking up.

She called Tang Yuan to sit down at the desk, took out a rectangular box from the drawer, and handed it to him.

It was clearly printed on the shell, so he didn't have to guess.

Tang Yuan stared at it for a while, and said in a heavy tone, "Didn't you agree to wait until I graduate?"

"But I can't think of what to give you for the Chinese New Year." Tang Sirong smiled slightly, "We also need gifts for the Chinese New Year, and your birthday is coming soon."

She actually complained before Tang Yuan, "And now you are looking at me so tight, you won't let me go out, even if I want to buy it, I can't buy it."

In previous years, Tang Sirong would prepare presents for Tang Yuan on Chinese New Years and birthdays. Due to his status as a student, it was inappropriate to send him off. Most of them were clothes, shoes, sports watches, earphones and the like.

It seems to be acceptable to save a piece for the New Year and birthday to give a big one, but Tang Yuan didn't want to accept it, and he refused to accept it like Tang Sirong.

It was agreed that it would be a gift for graduation, and he didn't even look forward to taking it out. Tang Yuan put the box back in the drawer, with a little displeasure on his face, "Then give it to me after the college entrance examination is over."

"It will be obsolete by then." Tang Sirong said helplessly, "Isn't it good to use it now?"

"I won't just use it for one year." Tang Yuan looked at her, "Tell me what's outdated, I'm an outdated person."

Tang Sirong smiled, "Isn't that what you said last year when I asked you what shoes to buy, and it changed in just a short while?"

Tang Yuan ignored her, he said so, and showed obvious resistance, but this night, Tang Sirong still went upstairs and put the phone beside his pillow.

Tang Yuan didn't fall asleep at that time, he heard the first soft sound of Tang Sirong's foot stepping on the wooden stairs, he didn't move, and waited until she walked to his bed, the bed sheet made a slight rubbing sound, and fell down at the same time It came, and she sighed as lightly as a gossamer.

Tang Yuan pretended to be disturbed, turned over and faced the window, and when he was facing the window with his forehead buried deep in the pillow, tears flowed down silently.

How could he not know why Tang Sirong insisted on giving things to him.

And Tang Sirong certainly knew why he resisted so much.

They know each other well, and they are all afraid of the unknown.

And such an unknown became known only in the middle of the night, when Tang Sirong's room suddenly heard an unusual noise.

Tang Yuan opened his eyes amidst the noise, turned over resolutely, and went downstairs as fast as he could.

Tang Yiyu and Huang Jun also got up. Everyone's nerves were tense these days, and they were even more frightened at this time.

Tang Sirong's face turned blue, her breathing was short of breath, her hands clutched her chest in pain, her eyes were tightly closed, and she didn't respond to Huangjun's screams.

"Go to the hospital, hurry!" Huang Jun gave her first aid. There was a spare oxygen bag at home. Tang Yuan snatched her from Tang Yiyu, picked her up, and ran downstairs.

Tang Sirong's heart disease was congenital, and it was a relatively complex and rare heart deformity. He had surgery once when he was young, and again when he was a teenager. It was pure luck that he survived.

Her situation requires continuous phased correction, but the doctor also said that multiple thoracotomies like this will lead to damage to the heart and large blood vessels, and the risk of death and serious complications will increase accordingly.

Huang Jun and Tang Yiyu took her to all the hospitals they could go to, and consulted countless well-known cardiovascular experts at home and abroad, but the results were the same, and there was no one-and-done shortcut for a complicated case like hers.

She will relapse, there is a high probability, from when she was less than eight years old, to less than 25 years old... Tang Sirong is constantly creating miracles, but God's blessings are never hand in hand.

Tang Yuan had already remembered her second operation, so he saw it with his own eyes and clearly remembered how the sick and weak person who lay on the hospital bed as thin as a piece of paper repeatedly suffered from convulsions. I have survived time and time again the torment of illness and countless illnesses.

She has suffered too much, Tang Yuan doesn't want to have a third time than anyone else, but thinking of the end of giving up, he despicably and eagerly hopes that she can persist this time, even if it is not for others Yes, just for him.

The space outside the emergency room always seems to have been distorted. Normal people waiting here cannot correctly perceive the flow of time. Tang Yuan repeated this process from standing up to sitting down, and from sitting down to squatting down, following the process called Ring of fate.

Ten years ago, there was a little boy sitting here, wringing his trouser legs and wiping the sweat from his palms. He cried round after round, with snot all over his face, and was scolded by his mother loudly. , Don’t cry again, or you will throw him out.

The nurses who came and went saw him pitiful, and came to comfort him. In the end, he was hugged in someone's arms, sobbing and unable to utter a word, only trembling uncontrollably...

Tang Yuan thought a lot of things that he shouldn't have thought that night. He was in pain, but he couldn't tell where it hurt. He thought it was caused by stress, because he was too nervous.

I went to the toilet to wash my face, and when I looked up and saw myself in the mirror, I realized that it was not due to psychological reasons, the right half of his face was really swollen.

Tang Yuan realized later that he didn't realize when he had wisdom teeth and even had inflammation.

Perhaps it was because of the pain that others were more numb than usual. When Tang Sirong came out of the emergency room, he didn't realize it all at once. It was because Tang Yiyu beside him moved that he suddenly came back to his senses.

He heard the doctor reassuring Huang Jun that he was fine, and saw that Uncle Zhao who sent Huang Jun back was also there, and Tang Yiyu greeted him, so Tang Yuan, who was standing, and Tang Sirong, who was lying down, were hugged and cried by Tang Yiyu Huang County, formed a strange picture.

Tang Sirong's fever has not subsided yet, she is on an IV, her breathing is much easier than when she was sent in before, and her face is no longer blue, but still pale, Tang Yuan took the bed from the nurse, and walked to the ward together.

People will not wake up for a while, Tang Yiyu asked Tang Yuan to go back to rest first, he was still wearing pajamas, a thin one, no socks, his whole ankle was exposed, it was frozen blue after sitting all night, Tang Yiyu took off his coat and gave it to him The nurse I knew brought a thin blanket to cover her.

Tang Yuan was a little dazed, he didn't feel the cold, he just calmed down a little when he heard that Tang Sirong was fine, he nodded, and was going to go back to pack some things, and asked Tang Yiyu if he wanted anything, and he would bring it with him later.

After getting out of the hospital and taking a taxi, he spoke to the driver. The severe pain went all the way into his brain along the twitching of the muscles on his cheeks. The pain made Tang Yuan almost groan. It hurts so much.

He had never been in pain before, and he didn't know that the toothache was so terrible. After just a while, sweat was wiped from his hands on his neck.

He got off the car at the gate of the community, went to the pharmacy to buy painkillers for toothaches, and the doctor dispensed them. When he left, he specifically told him to deal with them as soon as the inflammation subsided. This situation would keep repeating.

After Tang Yuan went upstairs, he took the medicine, put on his coat, and dragged a suitcase out to pack his things. Most of them were for Tang Sirong, and Huang Jun and Tang Yiyu simply brought some. They can come back tomorrow night.

Before going out, he glanced at the sky outside. It was thick and foggy, like torn cotton wool, as if it would wash the whole city to shreds in the next second. There was a faint sound of beeping firecrackers in the distance.

Chinese New Year today.

Tears began to flow from one side of Tang Yuan's face, unconsciously, the pain was too great, half an hour passed, and the medicine didn't work at all, so he took two more pills and sat down on the sofa.

... Pain, I don't feel anything other than pain, the needles in my head are like being electrified.

The phone kept ringing, and numerous New Year's greeting messages kept pouring in. Tang Yuan turned off the sound, and now just the light on the screen would make him have a physiological pain reaction.

He seldom posted on Moments. When he first had WeChat, he posted one or two pictures. Tang Yuan brushed up those in Moments who were filming New Year’s Eve dinners, red envelopes, and family reunions. He turned the camera and took a selfie of himself.

He searched in the chat history, and found the Jenny Turtle thumbs up emoticon that Yang Qifan had sent him earlier.

It's quite a match, and it doesn't look monotonous if you put two together.

A message was received the next second after the status was sent.

Yang Qifan: [Ah, you...]

Followed his WeChat voice and came in.

Tang Yuan picked it up.

"What's the matter, are you doing such a spooky thing during the Chinese New Year?" Yang Qifan asked, "Don't you meet Zhu Hua again?"

"No." Tang Yuan said, "Toothache."

"Toothache, have you taken your medicine? Your face is a bit swollen." Yang Qifan sighed, only the face of this handsome guy can bear this degree of deformation.

"Eat." Tang Yuan exhaled slowly, "It's useless."

"Ah? Then find a couple of ice cubes in the refrigerator to hold. My mother had a toothache last time. That's how I dealt with it. Try it. Is there anyone in your family?"

"Yes." Tang Yuan didn't say a few words, he didn't want to speak or type anymore, "I'm dead."

"Okay, then you have a good rest." Yang Qifan hung up the phone, he didn't know where to find it online, and sent several articles to Tang Yuan, such as how to do a toothache and teach you how to cure it in three seconds.

Tang Yuan turned off the phone, the screen went dark, but soon turned on again, this time it was a phone call.

He pressed it, and within three seconds, Song Yichuan called again.

Tang Yuan plugged in a pair of earphones and picked them up.

"Toothache?" Song Yichuan heard the voices of his family members talking, but they were quickly isolated. He should have found a quiet place, maybe a room.

Tang Yuan gave a light "um", he fell on the sofa and curled up, Song Yichuan only said a few words, and he realized what a wrong decision it was to wear headphones, because when the vibration that penetrates the eardrum hits the nerves, It hurts more.

"Have you taken medicine?"

"It's useless."

"What did you eat?" Song Yichuan asked, "Ibuprofen?"

Tang Yuan turned around following his words, and glanced at the medicine on the table. It was really ibuprofen. Didn't the girls say that the medicine had miraculous effects? Why didn't it work for him.

Song Yichuan didn't hear his reply, and asked again: "Try another kind, where is diclofenac sodium, do you have it at home?"

"...No." Who's okay to take painkillers?

"That makes you..." No sound other than his breathing could be heard in the background, Song Yichuan paused, "Where are you?"

Tang Yuan didn't speak, he couldn't speak, his face was uncomfortable, he couldn't open his mouth, he was still very hungry, he hadn't eaten for a day.

"It won't get better in a while, go buy it." Song Yichuan waited for a while, and then spoke again with a gentle voice, which sounded unreal in Tang Yuan's ears. He hadn't heard Song Yichuan talk to him like this for a long time, or Said that he had never heard of it, as if coaxing him.