Peach Branch Bubbles

When Tao Xiuping hurried to the Second Hospital of Medical University, the corridor was empty and quiet, and there were no people.

Several enthusiastic neighbors at the door were telling the police what happened. Jiang Hesheng leaned against the wall and was talking to the doctor.

At the end of the corridor, at the door of the operating room, the teenager was sitting on a cold bench with his elbows on his knees and his head hung down, as if he could not hear any sounds around him.

The smell of disinfectant filled the air, and the vast cold white lights in the hospital made his shadow lonely and slender.

This is the first time Tao Xiuping has seen Jiang Qihuai.

Prior to this, his knowledge of him was limited to photographs, the school's wall of honor, and Tao Zhi's narrative.

The boy was pale and cold, his back arched low, and his dark forehead covered his eyebrows, sweeping out a dull shadow.

He is a tall and upright boy.

Tao Xiuping looked at him from a distance. On the way, his anger and anxious impulse to convict someone were forcibly suppressed by reason. He suddenly remembered what Tao Zhi said that night.

It is true that Jiang Qihuai did not miss anything. Destiny was originally like this. He was born unequal. While he was bearing everything, he was also trying to get rid of everything.

He worked harder than anyone. Tao Zhi was right. His selfishness was cruel to Jiang Qihuai.

But people are selfish.

Jiang Hesheng was the first to see Tao Xiuping. He turned his head and shouted "Uncle Tao".

Tao Xiuping turned around, forced himself to calm down and asked, "How is Zhizhi?"

"Most of them are skin traumas. There is a wound in the back ear that is a little bit deep. It may require a few stitches." Jiang Hesheng hesitated and said conservatively, "Don't worry, my mother is inside. She tells you to rest assured. There will be nothing wrong with the branch."

Tao Xiu nodded slowly. Just about to speak, Ji Fan rushed over like a gust of wind on the other side of the corridor.

He rubbed Tao Xiuping's shoulder and rushed over, slammed, but as if he didn't feel it, he walked straight to the person at the end of the corridor.

Jiang Qihuai raised his head unconsciously, his pale brown eyes were calm, and he looked at him blankly, showing no emotion at all.

Ji Fan rushed to him, grabbed his collar, raised his other hand, and punched him in the face.

With a dull sound, Jiang Qihuai tilted his head and leaned sideways with half of his body. He hit the bench with a piercing sound, and then fell to the ground.

Ji Fan looked at him condescendingly, gasping for breath.

He can't beat Jiang Qihuai.

He knew it from the first time they met in the attached middle school. He had found faults three or two times and had never punched him so smoothly. But when this blow really hit his face, he didn't feel half of the joy he had originally imagined.

Ji Fan squatted in front of him, staring at him with his tooth bite: "I know you are miserable, you are also a victim," he whispered, "But what did Zhizhi do wrong?"

Jiang Qihuai remained motionless and hung his head for a while. He slowly raised his hand and wiped the corners of the cracked and bleeding lips with his thumb, and his voice was low and hoarse: "I'm sorry."

Ji Fan's eyes turned red.

"I know you are a good person, so I never stopped you. She ran out to find you, and I would help her cover her father's place."

The teenager grabbed his hair and suddenly buried his head in his knees: "I thought you could. I thought if it was you, you would take care of her no matter what the **** situation is. I believe you so much. I hold my whole family in The baby in the palm of my hand is handed to you..."

Jiang Qihuai's throat moved: "I'm sorry."

He knew that Jiang Qihuai could not be blamed for this.

But there was a fire in his heart, and the crackling became more and more intense, so that he could not find an outlet to vent.

Obviously he didn't take good care of her, so Lao Tao had told him to look at her a little bit during this period of time.

"Fuck," Ji Fan cursed in a low voice. He took a deep breath, rubbed his face vigorously, and raised his head, "How about Grandpa?"

Jiang Qihuai raised his head: "It's okay."

The old man's bones have been tough, but the elderly have brittle bones, and the forearm fractured after falling into the snow.

When Jiang Qihuai entered the ward, Jiang Qinghe just woke up, and the nurse next to him was covering him with a quilt, and he said softly, "Your hands are like this. You can run anywhere, just lie down and rest. Go ahead, wait for your grandson to come and find someone, isn't it to make him anxious?"

Jiang Qinghe smiled: "I want to see how the little girl with me is."

"It's okay, I'm alive and spirited," the nurse comforted him, turning his head and seeing Jiang Qihuai, "Hey, your grandson is here."

Jiang Qinghe turned his head and looked over.

The old man’s gray hair is a bit messy, and the little old man who usually looks full of energy seems to be a few years old for an instant. His lips moved and called him: "Ahuai..."

Jiang Qihuai walked over quickly, stood by the bed, lowered and helped him pull the quilt up: "Wake up? How do you feel? Is there any discomfort?"

"How is Tao girl?" Grandpa Jiang asked.

Jiang Qihuai paused with Jiao's fingers: "She's asleep, she's okay."

Grandpa Jiang seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief. He collapsed and murmured: "It's okay if it's okay, it's okay if it's okay..."

"I saw her, she looked at me, I wanted her to go quickly, leave me alone," the old man said with a trembling voice, "but I couldn't speak, I didn't say it."

Jiang Qihuai held the sheet with his fingers and tightened it bit by bit.

Jiang Qinghe red eyes and tears: "I'm going to die. It's nothing to be a pity. She is still so young. What if something happens, grandpa... grandpa failed to take good care of our important Ahuai family." people."

Jiang Qihuai closed his eyes and couldn't say a word.

It was late at night when Tao Zhi woke up.

The strength of the anesthetic hasn't completely passed away, and I only vaguely feel a little sharp tingling, and my arm stretches to the fingertips, and I feel a little numb, and I don't listen.

There was silence in the ward, the lights were off, and only the light in the corridor spilled in through the square glass.

She lay on the bed, was quiet for a moment, and slowly sorted out the messy information in her mind.

Before his consciousness and vision fell completely into darkness, Tao Zhi felt something hit his face.

Warm and piping hot.

He cried.

She stared at the ceiling blankly and blankly. For a moment, she struggled to sit up and turned her head with difficulty.

Tao Xiuping sat on the side of the bed and looked at her. He shook her hand, and his voice was tired and hoarse: "Wake up?"

Tao Zhi licked his dry lips: "Dad..."

Ji Fanwo was awakened on the small sofa at the end of the bed. He jumped up instantly and walked over in two steps: "Wake up? Is there any pain? Is it dizzy, thirsty, or hungry?"

Tao Zhi: "..."

Ji Fan stretched out a finger and hung it in front of her, looking at her nervously, "What's this?"

Tao Zhi rolled his eyes and said with a dumb voice: "I'm not a fool, I'm crazy."

Ji Fan let out a long sigh of relief, and sat down on the side of the bed. He relaxed, "I'm scared to death."

Tao Xiuping poured a cup of warm water and handed it over.

Tao Zhi took it over and gulped down a whole glass of water.

Her throat felt so painful that she was about to feel comfortable. She held the cup and looked at Tao Xiuping, just about to speak.

"That grandpa is fine," Tao Xiuping knew what she wanted to ask, raised his hand to straighten her stray hair, and softened his voice, "Zhizhi protected him well, Zhizhi is very brave."

Tao Zhi blinked, suddenly very dull, feeling a bit wronged and scared.

A sixteen-year-old girl, no matter how naughty she is, she is afraid.

At the moment he rushed up, Tao Zhi was trembling with fear.

She thought she was good at fighting. She was not afraid of pain. She didn't know how many fights she had fought with people since she was a child, but this time was different.

She couldn't resist the strength and oppression of adults.

Tao Zhiqiang resisted the urge to cry and stretched out his hand towards Tao Xiuping.

Tao Xiuping hugged her.

She was buried in his arms and leaning on his warm and generous chest. She hardly felt a hug from her father. When she was young, she would coquettishly drill into her father's arms, and she would never have it when she grew up.

Tao Xiuping touched her hair.

His child shrank in his arms, as if she had returned to the long-lost time when she was little in an instant.

The beautiful and beautiful little milk dumplings made of pink jade, when they see him, they will call his father to run over, and then ask him to hug him.

Since when did the two people communicate with each other only, she called to tell him about the recent events, and told him what she had done recently, and he just objectively evaluated whether she did it right or not. .

At that time, she should be sad.

In the process of growing up, she had heard too much about truth and right and wrong, she just wanted to hear a comforting sentence that she could act like a baby.

"Before, I always felt that we should use everything to teach you how to behave, teach you how to deal with problems, teach you not to be impulsive, and teach you to grow up."

Tao Xiu caressed the ground peacefully, patted her back gently, and he sighed: "As a result, Dad's branches grew up carelessly. They can already protect others, like a little hero."

When he heard these words, Tao Zhi suppressed the pain, fear, and many, many years of loneliness, all of which exploded at that moment.

She clutched Tao Xiuping's clothes tightly with her fingers, and buried her in his arms and cried presumptuously.

Outside the door of the ward, the boy loosened his fingers on the doorknob little by little. He stood with his lips lowered for a while, then turned and left.

Tao Zhi's wound healed quickly.

After the anaesthetic was completely exhausted, she finally felt the pain, but it was still within a tolerable range, and she didn't show it, and didn't want to make everyone worry more.

Ji Fan took her to do all the checks up and down, and after confirming that there was nothing else, he finally felt relieved.

Tao Xiuping at the school has also asked her for leave. Early in the morning on the weekend off, Li Shuangjiang and Fu Xiling and the others all rushed in.

Li Shuangjiang still jumped up and down, no matter what the class difference between the boss and the younger brother, he rushed into the ward and directly cursed her.

"Knowing that you fight fiercely, you are invincible in the laboratory, but can that be the same? That's a social man! You report to the police and you are done! What are you going to do! You can be a hero!"

Tao Zhi raised his hand, and gently touched the place behind his ear with his fingertips, where the stitches had just been removed after being kept there for a week, and there was no pain anymore.

"If you can do that, just call the police officer and watch it," she muttered, "Isn't I okay."

Li Shuangjiang blushed with anger and his neck was thick: "You are awesome! You are really the best of the universe!"

Fu Xiling sighed, and silently reached out and pinched his arm, for fear that he would say more things that shouldn't be said.

Li Shuangjiang didn't know the whole story, or Ji Fan just said a few words to her, and she knew that the accident was Jiang Qihuai's grandfather.

Several people clamored for a while, fearing to interrupt her to rest, did not stay too much, got up and left.

The ward became quiet again.

Tao Zhi narrowed his smile, lowered his head, and glanced at the phone by the bed.

For a whole week, she hadn't seen Jiang Qihuai, and even all the WeChat messages sent to him were completely buried in the ocean.

Every time I asked, Tao Xiuping only told her that there was nothing wrong, so don't worry about these things for now.

Tao Zhi can only make idioms from Ji Fan.

Jiang Zhi is suspected of intentional injury and is still in detention for the time being. Grandpa Jiang hasn't suffered any injuries or serious problems. Jiang Qihuai is taking care of him.

Tao Zhi wanted to ask him what Grandpa Jiang's ward number was, but Ji Fan refused to tell her.

The door of the ward was gently pushed open, Tao Zhi instantly raised his head, his dark eyes staring straight at the light green door.

After Ji Fan returned, he entered the room and closed the door.

Tao Zhi saw him, his face was disappointed: "Ah..."

"Ah what? Ah what?" Ji Fan said grimly, "It's me! Let you down."

"I don't have any," Tao Zhi said nonsense with her eyes open. She looked at him pleasedly, "Afan, I want to eat a dragon fruit."

"...You can instigate me now, and I will treat you well when I leave the hospital tomorrow." Ji Fan rolled his eyes and peeled the dragon fruit to her.

Tao Zhi watched the boy silently ran to the cabinet to take a knife and cut the fruit, then bowed his head again.

She curled her lips quietly.

Jiang Qihuai has no conscience.

Obviously in the same hospital!

Doesn't he even have time to come and see her! !

On the day Tao Zhi was discharged from the hospital, the weather that had been gloomy for a few days finally came to light.

The warm sunlight melted a thick layer of snow on the surface, and it could have been discharged a day earlier, but Tao Xiuping and Ji Fan said they would not let anything, and Tao Zhi was held down for two more days.

The little girl had started jumping alive again, but occasionally she felt a little down. Everyone knew the reason, but no one talked about it.

When Ji Fan ran to line up for discharge procedures, Tao Xiuping glanced at her: "Let's go."

Tao Zhi came back to his senses: "Don't you wait for Afan?"

"I'll come back later," Tao Xiuping said, "Daddy will take you to see someone."

Tao Zhi thought that he was going to see Grandpa Jiang.

She immediately became energetic, and obediently followed Tao Xiuping around the green plaza of the hospital, walked to another inpatient department, and went up to the third floor.

The smell in the hospital is unpleasant. There are busy, chaotic and contradictory sense of silence and cleanliness everywhere. After they walked through the long corridor, Tao Zhi raised his head and glanced at the sign hanging on it.

Inpatient Department of Radiology Department.

She was stunned.

Walking to the door of the ward at the end, Tao Xiuping stopped and turned his head: "This is the room."

Tao Zhi followed in and looked in.

The door of the ward was not closed. Inside was a very standard single room with two beds, one of which was a woman lying on it.

Ji Jin half sat on the bed. She was wearing the snow-white clothes from the hospital. Her face was as pale as the clothes on her body, and she looked thinner than the last time Tao Zhi saw her.

She was holding a bottle in one hand and a colored pen in the other hand, drawing something intently on the notebook.

Next to her, a five or six-year-old boy who was also wearing a white medical gown was lying on the side of the bed, holding his head obediently and watching her drawing.

Ji Jin's voice is gentle: "Look, the lion is drawn in this way, and the ears should be short."

The little boy blinked and said cheerfully: "I can paint now, thank you Aunt Ji!"

Ji Jin smiled and stroked his head: "Does Ah Li like lions?"

"I like it!" The little boy shook his arm. "The lion looks very strong, he won't get sick, and he won't go to the doctor like aunts and Ari."

As he said, his expression became unhappy, and a small wrinkled face: "Ali will go to shine the light again tomorrow, it hurts, and it hurts for a few days after finishing the photo."

"But then, Ah Li will get better and become a lion." Ji Jin said.

"Well, then," the little boy said reluctantly. He raised his head and asked cautiously, "Will the aunt be okay with the light? Aunty does it hurt?"

Ji Jin fell silent, and the smile on his face faded.

She looked out the window and was quiet for a few seconds before smiling, "Well, Auntie will be fine too."

The little boy became happy again. He picked up the notebook he was drawing and stood up: "Then I will show it to my mother! Wait a while and see the aunt!"

He stumbled and ran out, and Ji Jin's eyes slid towards the door.

Tao Zhi suddenly recovered, and she subconsciously stepped back two steps, which could hardly avoid her sight.

She leaned back against the cold wall of the corridor, and the sun shrouded her through the window, cold, as if nothing.

"What...what do you mean?" She stared wide-eyed, looking straight at Tao Xiuping, "What's wrong with mom?"

Tao Xiuping looked away in silence. His eyes were red for a long while before he whispered in a difficult voice: "In the late stage, it has spread to the lymph. Now it can only rely on radiotherapy and chemotherapy to inhibit the further spread of cancer cells."

"I was, I always wanted to tell you and Xiaofan, but your mother won't let me tell you anyway."

Before Tao Zhi realized it, tears had already slipped out of his eyes.

Ji Fan was sent back so suddenly.

When the woman came last time, her thin back.

People who can't be reached all the time.

Tao Xiuping inexplicably began to stay at home for a long time, and he became more and more tired, more and more silent and tired.

Obviously there is so much information.

Obviously there are so many things wrong.

She didn't know anything, she didn't notice anything. She and Ji Fan were like two fools, complaining about their little troubles every day, feeling that the whole world was jumping up and down unfairly.

The little boy in the ward next door ran out holding his drawing book again. He opened the door of Ji Jin’s ward and it did not close.

The woman in the ward always looked out the window quietly. In a moment of silence, Tao Zhi heard her muttering, "I don't know if Afan and Zhizhi are okay now."

The little boy jumped over: "Auntie Ji! You teach me to draw tigers again!"

Ji Jin was interrupted by him, came back to his senses, and responded with a smile.

Tao Zhi covered her eyes with one hand, leaning her back against the wall, sliding down little by little, squatting down.

She bit her lip firmly, trying to suppress the crying that was almost uncontrollable.