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Just when Wu Jingan thought everything was getting better slowly, the unavoidable test was approaching step by step.

Uncle Zhang was diagnosed with stomach cancer. The dumb uncle who has always been strong went through the hospitalization procedures calmly. When he came to the ward, he smiled and comforted Uncle Zhang with sign language.

Uncle Zhang smiled back at him, raised his hand to caress the hair on his sideburns, there were a few strands of silver hidden in it, usually Uncle Zhang would help him pull it out, I don’t know if there will be such an opportunity in the future.

The dumb uncle said he would go home and pack some things and left. Wu Jingan sat by the hospital bed and talked with Uncle Zhang.

As soon as Uncle Zhang turned his head and caught sight of the key dropped beside the bed, he feigned annoyance and said a few words that this person was too careless, and asked Wu Jingan to chase after him and hand it over to him.

When Wu Jing'an chased to the stairs, there was a strange "woo hoo" sound from there.

Wu Jing'an looked up, and sat on the steps with his back to his dumb uncle, crying with his head in his arms.

That person was trembling uncontrollably, unable to speak, and even his crying sound was different from others.But he also has a heart and knows the pain from the heart. The pain bursts out from his throat and tears people's hearts.

People who have been together for 20 years, they have not only love, but also an inseparable family relationship.

No matter how much you have experienced, no matter how strong you are, you will collapse.

How could the hands that were held together be let go like this.

The kind of pain that people who have not experienced it will never understand.

Wu Jingan leaned against the wall and listened quietly to his heart-wrenching cry, holding the key tightly in his hand.

Xu Hui rushed over after work, and Wu Jingan's voice choked up several times when he told him about his condition.

Xu Hui hugged him into his arms and patted his back lightly.

"It's okay. Didn't the doctor say that there is hope for a cure? If you look like this, let Uncle Zhang see what to do. Can he still have the confidence to cure the disease?"

He was obviously younger than him, and he was just as helpless as him, but being able to lean in his arms and listen to him say a few words, Wu Jingan was so at ease.

When did he become so fragile?

Only because it was Uncle Zhang who was like a family member to him who was sick, and because his most trusted lover, Xu Hui, was by his side.

It's okay to let him see his fragility.

Wu Jingan wanted to stay on guard at night, but the dumb uncle gestured for them to go back. Xu Hui stood up and said, "Stop arguing, I will stay tonight. Jingan, you have to go back to rest for a while on the night shift, dumb uncle," he said. Turning around and holding the middle-aged man's hand, "You're too tired today and in a bad mood, go back and come back tomorrow. I've been with Jing An for so long, but I haven't done anything for you. At a time like this, don't treat me like an outsider."

The dumb uncle was very relieved, patted the back of Xu Hui's hand, and nodded.

Lying on the accompanying bed at night, Xu Hui and Uncle Zhang chatted quietly.

Most of the chatter was about Wu Jing'an. Uncle Zhang grinned and said that the boy was not worried when he was seventeen or eighteen years old. He spent all day in game halls, Internet cafes, and billiard rooms, and the food didn't taste good. by the road.It was your dumb uncle who found him and rushed him to the hospital, so he is familiar with him.

Xu Hui frowned, "Is he like that before? Why didn't you tell me!"

Uncle Zhang laughed a few times happily, "It's not something glorious, so I'll mention it to you. It's fine for you to know, but don't expose him."

Xu Hui curled his lips, "It's no wonder that he still can't change his gangster nature. He is so rude, and he will punch his fist if he says something wrong, showing that he can fight."

Uncle Zhang turned his head to look at him, "Xiao Xu, you will always take care of him! That kid Jing An pretends to be strong, but he is actually quite fragile in his heart. He has always longed for a home where he can live like a normal couple. "

Xu Hui lay on his back with his head resting on his hands, smiled and agreed, "Yeah."

Uncle Zhang: "I used to be worried about you. I always felt that a person of your status couldn't be serious about him. It seems that when people are old, they will sometimes be misjudged. Xiao Xu," Uncle Zhang lowered his voice in the dark night It was very clear, "Jing An's mother is not around, I will thank you for her, thank you for everything you have done for that child. From now on, you guys must continue to work hard!"

At around twelve o'clock in the night, Xu Hui's mobile phone, which was deliberately set to vibrate, was buzzing in his pocket. He took out his mobile phone, and it was Wu Jingan who called.

"What's wrong?"

"To the window."

Xu Hui walked to the window in doubt, and a figure stood under the streetlight outside the hospital wall not far away.

Xu Hui smiled, "What are you doing there?"

Sitting on the bicycle, Wu Jingan smiled and said, "The night is long, I'm afraid you miss me too much, so I'll let you have a look."

Xu Hui: "Can you be more narcissistic?"

Wu Jing'an: "Okay, to put it another way, I miss you so much on the way to work, so I rode here to see you, and I can get through the night."

Xu Hui opened the window a little, poked his head outside, "Hey lights are blind, what can you see?"

Wu Jingan looked at a window of a building in the distance, "Yes, I can see it clearly, your handsome face is still so charming. Xu Hui, I miss you."

Xu Hui felt as if he had drunk a cup of hot coffee, warming him, "I miss you too."

Wu Jing'an: "I will remember everything you did for me. In the future, when your parents, no, I have to say our parents, when they are old and sick, I will watch for them, just like you Be filial to them. Do you think it will work?"

Xu Hui didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "You're cursing them! Do you ever speak like that?"

Wu Jing'an: "Haha... okay, I won't talk anymore, work harder, I'll bring you breakfast after work, what do you want to eat?"

The figure in Xu Hui's eyes was vague, and he could tell it was a person.

But he could clearly see every expression of Wu Jingan through the deep voice. He waved towards the distance, "Look and buy some! Be careful when riding on the road."

Wu Jing'an: "Yes, my wife. I'm leaving."

Waving his hand towards the small dark window in the distance, he put his phone in his pocket, put on his gloves, and rode away on his bicycle.

That night, Xu Hui had a good dream. In the dream, Wu Jingan was wearing a well-tailored suit, with a pink rose on his chest, walking towards him slowly, and the church bell was ringing in his ears.

When Wu Jingan came the next day, the dumb uncle was already here, and he was cooking porridge to feed Uncle Zhang.

Uncle Zhang wanted to eat by himself, but the dumb uncle firmly held the handle of the spoon and refused to let go. Uncle Zhang couldn't resist him, so he let him feed it.

Xu Hui sat on the small bench next to the bed, took a spoonful of porridge and let it cool down before putting it into his mouth.

That appearance is actually somewhat pitiful.

Wu Jingan stepped forward, kicked his shoes, leaned down and whispered, "Do you want me to feed you too?"

Xu Hui rolled his eyes at Wu Jingan angrily, and stuffed the cold porridge into Wu Jingan's mouth when he bent over to him, "Let me feed you, honey, it's delicious, this porridge is delicious!"

Uncle Zhang glanced at their small movements, smiled and turned his head to the dumb uncle and said, "Let them all go home, both of them have stayed up all night, and the four panda eyes are hanging there for people to see." I thought we abused our children too much!"

Wu Jingan muttered dissatisfiedly, "Children and brats yelling all day long, how old are you than me! Pretend to be old!"

Uncle Zhang just swallowed a mouthful of porridge, and choked with laughter.

The series of checks that followed made Uncle Zhang lose most of his energy. In the past few days, Xu Hui said that he had asked for leave and was by his side all the time.

Xu Hui pushed Uncle Zhang, who had just finished the examination, back to the ward. Uncle Wang in the next bed looked at them and said enviously, "Who are you, this young man? I think I'll be here with you every day."

Uncle Zhang leaned halfway on the hospital bed and said weakly, "My nephew."

Xu Hui helped him remove his shoes, put his legs on the bed, covered him with a quilt and sat on the side.

"You are so lucky that your nephew is still so good."

Xu Hui said with a smile: "I say it's my uncle, but I'm actually just like my father. Thanks to him, I can live like a human being. Now that he's sick, of course I have to take care of him."

Uncle Zhang glanced at him and understood that he said it in Wu Jing'an's tone, so he smiled with a light smile on his lips.

Uncle Wang sighed, "Your uncle and nephew's deep affection is really enviable. Alas, my life is not so lucky. The three children in the family all say busy, busy, busy. It's not bad to come once a week. Fortunately, there is still a wife by my side who can take care of me. Alas, I really don’t know if my wife gets sick again after I leave, who will take care of her!”

Uncle Zhang lowered his head, thinking heavily.

Uncle Wang glanced at the ward. This is a room for six people, and only four people live in it. "We are sick because of God's will! When I first came here, there were three people in this room, and then the person in the bed opposite you died. When he died, he looked miserable. His body was terribly thin, and his head was big. He looked like a monster. He couldn’t eat anything, and he vomited blood. The doctor said there was no hope, but his family refused to give up, and tried to rescue him again and again. In the end, the family owed a lot of debts. Not only were people not rescued, they were tortured and died. Alas, later on, some people came in and some people went out, and the house was never full. If we can't cure it, we will go home, and we will die at home, beside our family, so we can go with peace of mind."

Uncle Zhang frowned unconsciously, Xu Hui glanced at him and lowered his head without saying anything.

When the dumb uncle came back from the doctor's office, he looked solemn. Seeing that Uncle Zhang had fallen asleep, he took out a pen and paper in his pocket, wrote a few words and handed them to Xu Hui.

I'm going back to my hometown tomorrow, please take care of me here.

Xu Hui nodded, reassuring him.

The doctor said that Uncle Zhang's disease is still very hopeful. Chemotherapy after surgery, combined with traditional Chinese medicine treatment, as long as the cancer cells do not metastasize, he will be basically recovered after five years.

Uncle Dumb was very happy to hear the news, but the next question made him difficult.

Surgery, chemotherapy, and medicines add up to a total of two to three hundred thousand.

In order to build a good relationship with his family, Uncle Dumb put away the hundreds of thousands he earned in the past 20 years to his family, and only [-] to [-] can be given out.

So the next day he went back to his hometown cheeky, but was driven out by his biological parents with a broom and vegetable washing water.

"Ask your father for money for a man. If you don't want to be ashamed, you are a dumb person. I knew I would throw it away to feed the wolves. Beast, don't say your father has no money, even if he has money, he won't give it away. .Let that fucking man die! Get lost!"

The dumb uncle's heart was cold for a while, but he didn't have any sad time. He wiped off the water on his face and went to a few uncles' houses. In the past two years, he helped them a lot. I only hope that at this time they can--

At the beginning, my uncle was smiling when he saw him coming, but when he heard that he wanted to borrow money, his face drooped and his eyes rolled, no!

I would politely say that your younger brother is about to get married, your younger sister is about to have a baby, and your little nephew is about to attend a key elementary school in the county.

The dumb uncle came back empty-handed. Wu Jingan looked at his white hair that was protruding from his temples, but couldn't say anything useful.

The money he can take out is only tens of thousands of yuan, and the operation fee has been collected, but what will be used to fill the next treatment fee.