he killed himself

As soon as Feng Zhen returned to Nanjing, he made an appointment for chemotherapy for his mother, but his mother said that he was not in a hurry, and that he would come back from the annual meeting, so as not to delay work for himself.

The company’s annual meeting was just the next day. Together with the Shanghai headquarters, we chartered a cruise ship. The cruise ship took a three-day sailing journey and finally arrived in Sanya. As for MAC, jewelry, etc., they are only third prizes. Even if you don’t get these, it doesn’t matter too much. The food on the cruise ship and the scenery along the way are all such rare things.

So - Feng Zhen asked for leave.

Although Xia Wei persuaded her in various ways, Sister Nan said that she had prepared all kinds of awards for this person, and the people in the same group expressed that they were quite disturbed by the absence of the boss, but everyone expressed their understanding - this person's mother was not in a good condition.

Feng Zhen asked for leave around 11 o'clock in the evening, Chu Yuan laughed on the phone that he was really a night owl, and he didn't go to bed after 11 o'clock.

"I saw a status on the teacher's ins."

"A lot of partners and peers have come to this reception, and you will put your burden on it." Chu Yuan was not distracted, "I have to agree with you, but there are a few people who came here to thank you Yes, I need you to say something special."

Rather than talking about a few people, it is better to talk about Zhou Chen. It is said that this is the big sponsor this time. The hotel in Sanya is sponsored by the Zhou family. Now the Zhou family is divided into two branches, one for traditional Industry, one is an emerging industry, it is really the same.

But these have nothing to do with Feng Zhen. He called and sent emails to express his blessings, and he cared about the situation of the child Joe, so he reasonably ended this so-called special talk.

The next morning, when Feng Zhen was packing the luggage for the chemotherapy for his mother, he received a call from Zhou Chen. This person was not asking for a crime, but just said that he just picked up Joe and passed downstairs, do you want to have a meal together? .

Feng Zhen has already made lunch, the pig's trotters that have been stewed for a long time, the aroma is attractive and healthy, not to mention, why should he give up his mother to eat with such an insignificant person?He directly refused, "My mother and I just had dinner, Mr. Zhou."

"Doctor Feng, I'm sorry." Zhou Chen didn't like this person calling him that, but he didn't force anything, and politely asked this person to recommend something that was not bad out of nothing delicious.

So he recommended a past Hangbang cuisine with decent decoration and taste, and reminded him, "Don't drive in the car, it will be difficult to get out."

When Feng Zhen took his mother out to take a taxi, he didn't expect Zhou Chen's car to be parked at the parking lot at the gate of the community. The black car must have just been washed, and it looks aggressive and eye-catching under the winter sun like a coin. .

But he just glanced at it and took his mother into the car.

"Let's go to the doctor your Aunt Shen mentioned first. Didn't they all have an appointment today, and it's not far from here when I asked."

"Mom, they are all tricks of quack priests, you really believe them."

"Your dad's migraine headaches were cured by that old dumb old grandmother of yours. Besides, your aunt Shen saw that she was a doctor of traditional Chinese medicine. The people she recommended must be more reliable than those who have no name or grade." The woman finally said He gave a reason why Feng Zhen couldn't refuse, "Your mother, I can accompany you to see more at this moment, so I can rest assured that I will be lying in the hospital every day in the future, is it possible that there are still a few hours left? "

"I'll ask if they have time."

"Aunt Shen said that you have time."

"You and Aunt Shen really hit it off." Feng Zhen smiled helplessly, told the driver where to go, and reminded him to drive slowly to prevent his mother from motion sickness.

The Qinhuai River in Nanjing is a place with a lot of stories, not to mention the thirteen beauties in Jinling, and the poems and songs near the restaurant near the Qinhuai River at night. It's just a stretch of river, the water of the river is not necessarily clean and clear, but it is like the sad tune of a singing girl, full of tunes and delicate details-so Feng Zhen has never liked the circle of the main road of Huaihe River.

However, Mrs. Feng liked it very much. When crossing the small bridge, she mentioned that she came here for the first time and took a photo with the old man. "You and your father didn't know what was going on at that time, and they always curled their mouths when they smiled."

The old lady Feng smiled with eight teeth, put on makeup and even a slightly fat version of Zhao Yazhi, she naturally disliked her old man and son in various ways, but asked Feng Zhen's classmate to help take pictures, so she was embarrassed to let me take a few more Zhang, so disgusted that the photo was developed, hung up, and burned, until now.

"It's better back then. You can at least show your teeth when you smile. You can't laugh now." Her spirit was inexplicably good. Feng Zhen helped her to walk a little slower. Listening to my mother talking, I noticed every unevenness on the bluestone slab.

He didn't think coming here would change anything, he just wanted his mother to feel at ease.

Fifth Uncle Yi was actually a little surprised that Feng Zhen would really come, but seeing the young man step by step, helping the white-haired old man walk through the long pavilion, he felt more at ease.

After a brief exchange of greetings, he invited the two of them into the inner room and sat down. When Feng Zhen was asked to hold out his hand, the young man asked his mother to take a look first. He was fine.

"Your mother is in excellent condition now."

The old lady raised her son's hand, put it on the small cushion, and pushed it forward. At this time, she was extremely quiet, but she looked at the old doctor very seriously with her cloudy eyes, as long as there was a slight change If the expression on his face is full of inquiries, he will answer the doctor's questions extremely quickly.

It's like a young mother taking her child to see a doctor.

"You don't have to worry, let him talk."

Feng Zhen just smiled and looked at his mother, "Mom, I see there is a place to lie down and rest outside, I will help you to rest for a while, otherwise, if you don't want to take a wheelchair when you come out today, we won't do it later." We must be able to get out of this alley."

"Your mother and my legs and feet have been comfortable these two days." Even so, the old lady stood up with Feng Zhen's support, and her legs were numb for a while before she was able to move.

Fifth Uncle Yi called a female apprentice to give the old lady a warm massage, "Feng Zhen?"

"Mr. Yi, what's the matter?"

"I once knew a young man who looked just like you."

"There are several types of human nature."

Uncle Wu smiled, put his hand away, and changed his hand to smoke a piece of sandalwood, "You smoke too much and sleep too little. If my guess is right, you should not sleep for 4 hours a day."

"Is this also obvious?" Feng Zhen looked quite relaxed, and was interested in asking how he could tell.

However, Uncle Yi was not very interested in explaining, "What are you going to do in the future?"

"I don't think what will happen in this situation for the time being. The work is going on normally, and the money should be earned." As a psychiatrist, this handsome man knows what he needs to say, "I think the current state is very good." Any mental patient will only really become a mental patient when he avoids being sick, and he has never escaped. On the contrary, he is still very concerned about his mother's current physical condition, "Mr. The second time I came, it was mainly my mother, she is now in the late stage of liver cancer, she can no longer recover from the knowledge of being a son, I just want to know how to make her go without pain."

"Take your mother home."

"What?" A pair of black pupils dilated slightly, and in an instant there was an epiphany, and the young man's lips murmured, "The doctor clearly said that after the chemotherapy this time, it's okay...my mother's condition is much better than before, The weather is warmer in spring, she can last for a while longer, she..."

The deepest relationship in the world is blood relationship, but birth, old age, sickness and death are just common things in life.

Mr. Yi didn't say anything. He lowered his eyes, washed and brewed the tea in one go. The room still smelled of sandalwood, mixed with the strong fragrance of tea, but the atmosphere was much more depressing.

However, the old lady outside the two screens found something good.

"Come on, do you want some candy?" The old man has such a nature, when he looks at such a small child, his eyes are always full of unstoppable love, "Come on, grandma hugs me."

"Hey, old lady, you can calm down, the massage is still scheduled for 10 minutes."

"Whose child is that? It's a good birth."

"The child of the teacher's relatives," the female apprentice sighed, quite sympathetic, "A very good child, with a good family background, but it is a pity that he did not respond to outside things as soon as he was born. You see, no matter what you call him, no one cares about it." There will be a reaction, and he is right occasionally... Alas, it seems that he is looking at us and coming over."

It's not surprising that the female apprentice is strange about this matter. When a girl of this age sees this kind of little person carved in pink and jade, who would not want to go up and twist the little bun's face and rub her auntie, but this child looks like As an exhibit, I don't have much reaction to everyone's liking and pinching faces. Over time, everyone sympathizes and loves this child, but they don't like him that much.

Now that the child reacted to this side, the female apprentice wondered if it might be the relatives of the teacher's family, so she went out and took a look, and the long pavilion along the way was only the doll and the two construction plants. The older brother and younger brother hurriedly told the old lady to sit still, and went to follow behind the doll to protect him a little, in case the little guy fell off the steps or something.

In fact, Joe is really a child who is almost 5 years old. It’s just that Nanjing is too cold recently, and Zhou Chen really doesn’t know how to take care of the child, so he just put a large down jacket on the child’s down jacket and gave it back to the little guy. He put on his hat, which almost covered his eyes.

So when Joe ran to Feng's mother, the first thing the old man did was to lift the hat, thinking that the doll's parents really didn't care about it, so he unbuttoned the down jacket for the child and let him Good breath.

"I didn't expect him to be so close to you. I have to take a picture and post it in the group." The female apprentice said that she had already taken a picture, and came to ask Joe, who was leaning next to Mrs. Feng, if he wanted milk or something, even though the child didn't respond. Also quite enthusiastic.

"How old are you?"

Joe naturally didn't respond, and stretched his nose to sniff the old lady's body, but Mother Feng thought he wanted to drink red ginger water, so she said that children can't drink this water now, "it will cause nosebleeds."

Joe looked at her, he didn't know what he was thinking with his beautiful eyes, and he didn't seem to be thinking about anything. He suddenly smiled. The smile was practiced and a little stiff, but it had already surprised the female apprentice.

This child is so weird and alien, but the old lady doesn't seem to notice—because they are all talking about themselves.

Zhou Chen, who saw this scene from a distance, seemed to have suddenly found a point why Feng Zhen always felt strange—that person, like Joe, lived in his own world.

It is precisely because of this that Joe can smile at Feng Zhen not long after seeing him—because he is the same kind, the kind that he can't walk in.

The author has something to say:

Why are you so obsessed with writing sad articles after being complained by friends

Come to think of it, it’s not because the many abusive texts I read today are too much

I have no choice but to write something for myself