drowning tide

Ten years ago.

Due to the passage of the typhoon, it rained a lot.

It was completely dark before three o'clock in the afternoon. The news repeatedly reminded citizens not to go out. There were broken branches and uprooted billboards everywhere. The dense rain connected the sky and the ground, and the whole city seemed like a huge A prison from which no one can escape.

Outside the emergency room, the ominous bloody light of the three large characters "in operation" made the face of the uninvited guest extremely pale.

He was dripping water all over his body, his thin chest that belonged to a young man heaved violently, and he spoke intermittently, as if he was about to suffocate in the next second, "Dad, what's wrong with him?"

As soon as these words came out, everyone present turned their attention to him.Some of them looked familiar to him, while others were completely unfamiliar. He looked around, but there was no one he had seen growing up.

"My father... what happened to him?"

The sign of "Don't make too much noise" was like a silent mockery. No one paid attention to him. He repeated it over and over again until he couldn't make a sound, and let the dead silence swallow him completely.

"Others don't know how to speak, so let me tell you. Your father, that is, Mr. Nie, suddenly fainted during the meeting. We immediately sent him to this hospital."

Said that it was a gray-haired old man who stood up, his falcon-like cold eyes rolled around him, showing a little pity, "The current diagnosis is cerebral hemorrhage. In order not to delay the best rescue time, I will replace it You signed the consent form for the operation, and the results of the operation have not yet come out. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Wen, Wen Zhengting."

"I am...Nie Xicheng."

"Oh, I really don't know about this. The note your father gave you is Cheng Cheng."

The embarrassing smile flickered on the young man's face, and then it was replaced by sorrow and pain.

"Don't be embarrassed, he loves you very much."

A big callused hand landed on the top of his head, and the strange thing was that he didn't feel the slightest warmth after being comforted, but shivered unconsciously.

"I forgot that it's such a horrible weather outside, Wang Jian, go find some clean clothes for Lao Nie's son." Wen Zhengting shook off the rainwater from his hands, "Bring some more food."

Goosebumps appeared on the skin touched by this man, as uncomfortable as being crawled by reptiles. He stared at the lines on his palms, thinking it was an illusion caused by the cold.

Wang Jian brought him clean clothes and towels, and he went to an empty room to dry his hair, and forced him to drink some hot drinks to replenish his energy.

"……thanks."

"Your father is auspicious, he will be fine." Wen Zhengting looked away from the door of the operating room, "I can trust this place."

He didn't remember how long he waited, it might have been a long time or it might have been less than half an hour, and finally he waited until the light turned green.

The door opened, and the first person who came out was a doctor in a surgical gown who didn't even have time to take off his mask.

He looked around for a week without saying the result of the operation, "Where is the patient's family?"

"I am." The young Nie Xicheng hurriedly stood up, begging humblely in his tone, "My father..."

The doctor looked at him carefully for a while, then shook his head, "My condolences."

Before he had time to digest the cruel meaning behind these words, the nurse came out with a stretcher.

This scene kept appearing in his subsequent nightmares: Dad's hair was shaved, his eyes were closed and he was lying on a stretcher, only his chest was still slightly heaving, his skin that used to be warm became cold and stiff, showing an abnormal It was blue and white, and the dark rust color under the pillow made him ache in the dim light, and there was a long line above it... before he could see it better, he was roughly pulled away.

"Don't watch it, don't watch it, listen to me, watching this kind of thing will make you a nightmare." Wet and cold hands covered his eyes, blocking his sight, and not letting him watch any more.

Realizing what the other party was going to do, he struggled desperately. Through his fingers, he could only see the back of the stretcher gradually going away.

But how could he have imagined that this would be their last time together.

"Let me go! My father still has a heartbeat, doctor, save me! My father is not dead yet..." He yelled and wrestled hysterically, Wen Zhengting couldn't catch him several times, "Don't send him to that place , rescue! My father can still be saved, it doesn’t matter how much money you want, save him!”

In addition to Wen Zhengting's extra hands, they hurriedly held him down, not allowing him to take half a step forward.

"Your father's operation failed, unfortunately, we have tried our best..."

The doctor's words seemed to come from far away.If the operation fails, where will they push Dad...?Morgue?

Just thinking of these words, he felt his heart was torn in two.

"He's alive, he's alive."

Warm tears flowed through his fingers, and he knelt down on the ground, repeating this sentence in vain.

"That's a pacemaker. Your father is already brain-dead. Even if you manage to revive him, he's just a walking dead. Do you have the heart to torture Lao Nie like this?"

A certain key word in the words stimulated him, and he cried out like a collapse, "I don't believe it, I don't believe it! Rescue! My father is not dead yet..."

"Doctor, come and deal with it, don't let this child hurt himself."

Seeing that dissuasion was useless, Wen Zhengting ordered coldly - he was not a man who was patient with children in the first place, and the series of things that happened just now made him impatient.

The doctor was used to this kind of family members of patients who could not accept the reality, so he whispered a few words with the nurse, and walked over to give him a diazepam injection.

"Go to sleep, I will take care of Lao Nie's funeral properly, so you don't need to worry about it."

The world rotates like a huge colored paper pictorial that has been shredded and stuffed into a kaleidoscope, and the end of the grotesque is endless darkness.

When he woke up again, he had already returned home. The rain outside had stopped for a long time, and the whole city was filled with a cleansed clarity.

What happened yesterday...?He felt like he had had a very long nightmare, and suddenly he caught a glimpse of something beside the bed from the corner of his eye.

It was a very simple jar. He took the jar in his hand and found that it was not light and heavy. When he opened it, he found that there were off-white lumps and powder inside.

What's this?Do you have something like this at home?Before he could figure it out, the door was pushed open.

"Are you awake?" A familiar man came in, dressed in black, with a black armband pinned to his left side, with a painful face, "Remember? Boss Nie failed the operation yesterday, and these are his ashes... You should keep them well. "

A black suit was placed beside the bed, and he was holding the altar in a daze, trying to connect the two sentences.

Surgery failed?Ashes?Did something else happen in between that he didn't remember?

"Get up and change your clothes now, there are many people outside waiting for you to show up."

"what happened?"

"Boss Nie's farewell meeting, hurry up, it's already urgent."

"You..." He shuddered, almost unable to hold the object in his hand, but thanks to the man's help, he didn't fall to the ground, "What do you think is this?"

The man closed the lid, "Don't drop such an important thing." There was a little pity and sorrow in his eyes, "This is Boss Nie's ashes, the person who sent them please bury them properly, don't forget gone."

Whether he accepts it or not, the mourning hall has already been set up downstairs, and as the eldest son, Nie Xicheng must fulfill his duty of guarding the spirit.

"Your father suffered a cerebral hemorrhage in the middle of the meeting, and we all regret it."

"No...it's not like this, Dad..." He was suddenly speechless.

"I understand, it's hard to accept for a while, please be sorry."

Everyone says he's hallucinating from grief, but he still has the clothes he was wearing that day, and there's a bloody handprint on his t-shirt, where he rubbed the half-dried blood under the pillow and then all over himself .

Dad didn't die of illness, he was murdered.This thought haunted him like a nightmare, making him almost unable to breathe.

·

"Assistant Yin, what a coincidence."

Nie Xicheng recovered from his contemplation, "Is there something wrong?"

Luo Yi's playful eyes lingered on him, "Are you also here to visit?"

In the inpatient building late at night, in order not to disturb the patients, except for the brightly lit doctor's duty room, only a small dim light was lit in the corridor.

Luo Yi walked to his side and pressed his hand on the window glass—the raindrops converged into silver trails, blurring the distant scenery, "I suddenly remembered that Mr. Nie was in this hospital... No, this is the hospital... What happened to the predecessor of this hospital."

After being injected by Luo's family, all the doctors in this hospital from the management to the bottom have undergone a major change. Those long-ago events have sunk into the depths of darkness and are no longer known to anyone.

"I didn't expect anyone else to remember it besides me." From their current position, they couldn't see the huge billboard, but he could still recall the hatred at that moment.

Intellectually he knew that he shouldn't vent his anger, but emotionally it was difficult for him to do so.

In this Renxin Hospital ten years ago, Nie Yuansheng's "cerebral hemorrhage" failed to be rescued, and his body was quickly cremated and buried without a thorough autopsy.

In retrospect, the whole thing was full of a suspicious atmosphere of destroying corpses and leaving traces.

He only believed in what he saw, and didn't believe in the rhetoric of those people from various positions.He recalled over and over again what he saw at the first glance: There was a long slit in the back of his father's head, and the bed sheet underneath was stained red by the bleeding—the doctors who said they were trying their best to save him didn't even give him the most basic hemostasis. he does.

"There's another one who remembers lying in it."

It was rare for Luo Yi to be merciful, and he didn't continue to expose his scars, "You came to see him, right? Why didn't you go in? You give my name, and my bodyguards won't stop you outside... No matter how bad you are, put Fei Chuan inside called out, he recognized your face, he let you go after looking at it."

Having said that, there was no surprise in Luo Yi's tone, as if he had expected him to come.

Nie Xicheng squinted at him, "What about you? Why didn't you go in." He noticed that Luo Yi's clothes and trousers were all wet, as if he had just come back from outside.

Faintly, but he could smell blood mixed with gunpowder smoke.What did this person do before?

"The bodyguard told me that there was someone wandering in the corridor over there. I was worried and came over to take a look. I didn't expect it to be you." Understanding the vigilance in his eyes, Luo Yi showed him the things in his hand, "I'm really here to visit, since you're here, how about sending it in for me?"

This beige ceramic insulated lunch box should have been prepared by a servant or aunt. It has four layers, and it is particularly abrupt in the hands of Luo Yi in a suit and leather shoes, even a little ridiculous.

Nie Xicheng didn't pick it up immediately, "What you said during the day must have lied to me."

"Of course." Luo Yi smiled until the lines at the corners of his eyes gathered together, "How could I have such a big son. If that child was my own son, I would never raise him like that."

Not to mention other relationships, just judging from the age of the two of them, if Yi Huai was his biological son, then Luo Yi would have impregnated a woman when he was 11 years old... So this is completely nonsense.

"Fifty points." Luo Yi met Nie Xicheng's astonished eyes, and shook his head inexplicably, "I took over that child. He scored 55 points in mathematics in the first semester, and he was better in English, [-] points."

Nie Xicheng couldn't help feeling a little ashamed—even if he couldn't explain where the shame came from, "...Sorry."

"What does it have to do with you? He doesn't work hard, and the teacher calls me every day to say that he is distracted in class and is so annoying." Luo Yi snorted, and lowered his hair to send a message, "I told the bodyguard, you just go in Just do it."

He stuffed the heavy lunch box in his hand to Nie Xicheng, and shook his hand that was scratched, "Tell Fei Chuan, I'll wait for him here."

"Don't forget what you promised me."

·

After watching Nie Xicheng leave for a few minutes, Luo Yi found the person he was waiting for - that's what he wanted.

"Why are you here? You didn't go to Wei..."

Before he finished speaking, Fei Chuan put a finger on his lips, knowing that he almost slipped his tongue, he immediately shut up.

"There's still some time before dawn, shall we go have a drink?" Luo Yi withdrew his hand and lazily extended an invitation to him leaning against the wall.

"You are hurt?"

Luo Yi raised his sleeve and sniffed it, "Probably someone else's blood splashed on him."

"Is the bar still open after this order?" Fei Xin saw that he didn't look like he was injured, he was secretly relieved, and then became uneasy again.

Even he didn't know what he was getting impatient about.

Luo Yi was unaware of his anxiety, "Just go to my house."

"Master, aren't you going on a business trip tomorrow?"

"So now I have to drink some wine, otherwise I won't be able to sleep."

"What should I do if I'm drunk?" Fei Chuan persisted.

"You really have a lot of things to do." Luo Yi pretended to think for a while, then said perfunctorily, "I asked Mama An to clean up your room for you."

Fei Chuan, who originally had no hope for him, rolled his eyes, "Come on, last time you just asked someone to throw me on the sofa in the living room."

Sleeping on the soft sofa and being blown by the air conditioner all night, his old waist was almost scrapped. It took a lot of effort just to get up, and he had to call a car to the hospital for two days of physical therapy before he barely recovered.

"Then you can't blame me, who told you not to let go of the sofa by yourself, I thought you liked my new sofa very much, and I was thinking of ordering the same style for you." Luo Yi got impatient and went over to grab it. Hold him by the shoulder and let him follow you, "Don't talk so much nonsense, just come, will I hurt you?"

Fei Chuan was pulled so unsteadily by him that he almost fell to the ground, and hurriedly pushed his hands away, "Okay, okay, I'll just go, don't make any moves, you haven't made any progress in ten years."