paranoia

The day before New Year's Eve, Song Raoshuang called back, didn't say anything, only said lightly that he would not be back this year's winter vacation and spring vacation, and then hung up the phone.

When Song Wanzhou heard that his sister-in-law had finally called back, she immediately ran to Song Kuanyu's side and waited to answer the phone, but before she could share with Song Raoshuang the joy of winning the piano competition two days ago, she heard a beep from the phone Hang up.

Song Kuanyu looked at the sleeping screen with a gloomy expression, touched Song Wanzhou's disappointed head, and said, "Yangyang, let's go play, your sister-in-law won't come back this year."

Tan Jing looked at Song Raoshuang's bedroom in silence, sighed and closed the door silently, and called Song Kuanyu to book a New Year's Eve dinner at a hotel outside. It would be a waste to eat at home without one person. sad.

Shops in Chinatown have pasted blessing characters and hung red lanterns to add festive joy to the cold winter.Children in new clothes chased each other and played from the corner to the end of the street. A circle of overseas Chinese gathered in the square to applaud the good skills of the dragon and lion dance. A group of little farts who had just received pocket money gathered in front of the normally indifferent lantern riddle stand. My child, I am eager to try to guess the crossword puzzle to get the sugar man with Chinese characters.

Song Raoshuang hung up the phone, and quietly tilted his head to look at the noisy scene outside the window. Those old songs were playing in the coffee house, and someone hummed softly from time to time.

How lively.

The mobile phone was placed on the table, and the bright smile in the group photo on the screen saver caused her nose to sore. She took a breath, and big teardrops flowed down the corners of her eyes, blurring her non-waterproof eye makeup.

"What'swrong with you?" The classmate sitting beside her who was writing a thesis hastily pulled a tissue and handed it to her, with an indescribably distressed tone, "Why are you crying?"

Song Raoshuang closed his eyes, let the unstoppable tears slide down his face, and said with a smile that he was fine.

It's all self-inflicted, why bother.

This year's Hangzhou is extremely cold. There is a cold wind blowing outside, mixed with rain and snow on the faces of pedestrians, and it is bitingly cold to get into the sleeves.Before night fell, the bustling streets on weekdays closed their doors and went home to prepare for the reunion dinner.

A child in gray and white cotton clothes ran out from a high-end residential area, crossed his hands to protect his chest, and rushed into the largest pharmacy outside, tremblingly took out the medicine list from his arms, his lips were black and purple from the cold, panting uncontrollably, He said anxiously: "Doctor, do you have these medicines?"

The pharmacist at the cash register took the rubbing list from him, vaguely recognized the medicines, and asked him to wait.

Bai Yiyu refused the hot water to warm him up, grabbed a handful of change from the tightly pulled pocket of his jacket, stuffed it into the doctor's hand, and said tearfully: "Doctor, can you hurry up, my grandma is sick... "

Looking at the scattered money in his hand, which was not even enough for a box of medicine, the doctor felt a little embarrassed: "My little friend, where are your parents?"

When Bai Yiyu heard the two names she didn't want to hear the most, she said with a sullen face, "No, there are no parents, only grandma."

It was Chinese New Year, and the doctor couldn't bear to see the child's pitiful appearance, so he selfishly advanced the money for him. Before leaving, he deliberately took a toffee from the porcelain plate and put it in his dirty hands, saying: "Go home, grandma will be fine."

After getting the medicine, Bai Yiyu held Tang tightly in his hand, and ran away in another direction against the cold wind.

After the New Year's Eve dinner outside, Song Kuanyu's family sat on the sofa together, discussing and chatting with familiar faces at the Spring Festival Gala.

Tan Jing was in a bad mood tonight. After giving the lucky money she had prepared to the younger generation early, she went upstairs to rest.

"Brother!" Song Jing sat on Song Wanzhou, holding the New Year's money given to him by his grandmother in his hand, waving it back and forth in front of his brother, "Here you are."

Song Wanzhou also gave his share to Song Jing who was having a good time, with an upward curve on his mouth, a happy smile on his face, and said softly: "Brother doesn't want Xiaojing's, brother will give it to you." Xiaojing."

Tan Jing treated everyone equally, and also prepared red envelopes for Song Kuanyu and Guan Zhiwen, who belonged to the younger generation. Guan Zhiwen had 888.8 more than Song Kuanyu. She took out the two red envelopes and counted them, and couldn't stop showing off to Song Kuanyu: "Song Kuanyu You see, sir, Mom still likes me more."

Song Kuanyu stuffed the new year's money back into the red envelope, hugged Guan Zhiwen's shoulders affectionately, pressed her forehead against her forehead, and said in a low voice, "Mmm, my mother likes you the most. Professor Guan, Happy New Year's Eve."

The warm atmosphere in the house wraps the happy family, cuts off the cold wind raging outside the window, whistling past and invading the irresistible fragility.

"Grandma, are you still cold?" Bai Yiyu filled the sleeping bag with hot water, stuffed it under the quilt, and anxiously held his grandma's cold hands.

After taking the medicine, Bai Yu lay on the bed and slept. He had been coughing for several days, his whole body was cold, and he couldn't get out of the stall. Bai Yiyu bought the medicine and hurried home. His grandma couldn't leave her now.

Bai Yu's gray hair draped over her shoulders, and all the traces of the years were left on her face. She was smiling as much as she could while her complexion was bad, and she held her grandson's little hand with her thick palm, soothing his nervous nerves with distress, pretending to be Said lightly: "Ayu, grandma is not cold anymore. Are you hungry? Grandma gets up and cooks for you. How can there be no delicious food for Chinese New Year. Can you make our favorite glutinous rice for our little boy?"

Bai Yiyu covered his chest with his left hand, spread his sweaty right hand, and brought the milk candy to Bai Yu, enduring the convulsive pain to pass the stranger's blessing to his grandma.

"Grandma eats sugar, and you'll be fine if you eat it."

Song Wanzhou was coaxing Song Jing to sleep when he received a call from Bai Yiyu. Hearing the rapid breathing on the other end of the phone, he also became nervous and comforted the other party, asking him to speak slowly.

A distorted choked sound came from the phone, and Bai Yiyu cried out of breath: "Wanzhou, my grandma fainted, can you ask your parents to call the emergency number for me, I just called 120, and they didn't believe me if."

"Wanzhou, help me, I only have grandma."

Song Wanzhou immediately ran to the living room, anxiously handed the landline phone to Guan Zhiwen who was complaining about sketches with Song Kuanyu, and said, "Mom, Grandma Ayu has passed out and needs to go to the hospital."

After asking the exact address of Bai Yiyu's home, Song Kuanyu first called the ambulance, then immediately picked up the car and drove the worried Song Wanzhou to his home, leaving Guan Zhiwen to take care of the young Song Jing.

Song Wanzhou, who was sitting in the back seat, felt anxious in his heart, flipping through the fragmented memories in his head, thinking of himself in the hospital that year and the warm book that he couldn't hold his hand on the hospital bed.

"Yangyang, don't worry, your classmate's grandma will be fine, the ambulance will definitely arrive before us, don't worry."

Song Wanzhou couldn't say anything affirmative, so he could only nod his head, wishing Bai Yiyu's grandma health and safety in his heart.

When they arrived at Bai Yiyu's house, the doctor was carrying Bai Yu into the ambulance on a stretcher. The crying Bai Yiyu followed behind, tightly holding on to his grandma's hand.

Song Wanzhou jumped out of the car and yelled to Bai Yiyu beside the ambulance, "Ayu!"

Song Kuanyu looked at Bai Yiyu's black and purple face, and secretly cried out that it was not good. Sure enough, the moment he saw Song Wanzhou, Bai Yiyu fell to the ground like a fallen leaf before he took a breath of thanks.

"Ah Yu!" Song Wanzhou hurried over, picked up the fainted Bai Yiyu and pinched him.

Song Kuanyu picked up Bai Yiyu to check his complexion. His pulse was disturbed, and he hurriedly sent it to the doctor. He frowned and said, "This child seems to have a heart problem."

The situation of the two grandparents and grandchildren could not be delayed, and the doctor immediately carried him into the car and rushed to the hospital.Song Kuanyu picked up Song Wanzhou who was squatting on the ground, drove behind the ambulance, and escorted the two into the emergency room.

Hangzhou No.1 People's Hospital, 4th Floor.

Familiar hospital, familiar corridor, Song Wanzhou followed behind Song Kuanyu, his legs trembled uncontrollably, unable to walk.

Song Kuanyu hung up the phone, took out his bank card from his wallet, "Yangyang, Dad, go pay the money first, you just wait here, don't run around, you know?"

Song Wanzhou looked down at the new shoes that had just been put on mud around Bai Yiyu's house, nodded, and waited quietly outside the ICU.

Sewage got into the shoes, the cold wind blew, and the coolness from the soles of the feet crawled along the nerves to Song Wanzhou's blank brain. Mud leaves marks.

Outside the delivery room on the 5th floor, the old man walked cautiously in the corridor with his daughter-in-law who was about to give birth, and when he saw his grandson sitting beside him with his head bowed, he called out, "Jun Jing, what are you doing sitting here?"

Han Junjing raised his head to look at Li Lan, and whispered, "Grandma, I seem to have seen Yang Yang at the elevator entrance just now. Has Yang Yang returned?"

"Did you read it wrong?" Han Junjing's mother, Li Wei, stroked her belly, and was surprised when she heard a name that hadn't been mentioned for a long time.

Han Junjing had just followed Han Yi, who had brought something back from home, to the hospital. He missed the closing of the elevator and saw a familiar figure through the slit.

He has grown up a lot, and he is talking to a strange man beside him, with the same sad expression on his face when he left.

Han Junjing was thinking about the Yan Mingyuan in his memory, his younger brother Yangyang, and stood up from the cold chair, "Grandma, I want to go and see."

After getting permission, he started searching from the second floor.He only knew that the other party got on the elevator, but he didn't know how many floors he went to, let alone whether the other party left.

"Yangyang," Song Kuanyu hugged the motionless Song Wanzhou, and wiped away the tears hanging from his face, "Are you worried about your classmate?"

Song Wanzhou leaned in Song Kuanyu's arms, covered his father's warm chest with his cold little hands, felt his strong heartbeat, and said with a trembling ending, "Dad, Ah Yu, does he also have heart disease? Then he will... Will it die?"

"Don't worry, Yangyang, he will be fine." Song Kuanyu carried Song Wanzhou to the nurse's station, ordered a glass of boiled water, and slowly fed Song Wanzhou with dry lips, letting him rest here for a while.

"Uncle!" Panting, Han Junjing walked up the stairs to the fourth floor. When he saw the figure of the strange man in the elevator, he immediately ran over and tugged at the hem of his clothes, "Uncle..."

As soon as Song Kuanyu put Wanzhou down and walked out to take a breath, he saw half of the older children calling him, with a flustered look, but a gleam in their eyes.

"what happened?"

Han Junjing finally regained his strength, swallowed, and nervously asked the question he kept asking in his heart: "Uncle, is that little boy who followed you just now Yan Mingyuan?"

"Son, you must have misunderstood him. That was my eldest son, Song Wanzhou, not Yan Mingyuan."