Undying Patient

Su Jinzhi was sitting in a wheelchair and Song Mingxuan pushed him slowly behind him.

During that time, he dropped his hand warmer in his arms and grumbled to the middle of the sea of ​​flowers. Song Mingxuan walked forward to pick him up.

Su Jinzhi didn't know why, when Song Mingxuan got up, he picked up the camera and took a picture of him. A quick glance, Su Jinzhi suddenly found that the picture he took of Song Mingxuan was exactly the same as the one he painted for Qin Yezhou in the first world.

But before he had time to take a closer look, Song Mingxuan came over, kissed his face, and asked him, "When was this picture taken?"

"I won't tell you." Su Jinzhi secretly hid the photo.

"It's getting worse." Song Mingxuan will pinch his waist with a smile.

Su Jinzhi was tickled by him and couldn't fall from the wheelchair, twisting his body. Song Mingxuan quickly supported him, took the camera he had in his hand, and said to him, "Dad, can you take a picture?"

Su Jinzhi looked at his wrists that were as thin as Gen Chai, and hesitated a little: "Dad, I don't look good now, wait until I look better." He may now be like a dying man ? Not only is his skinny, but his complexion is hard to see. No matter how he looks, he must be ugly now.

I think when he looked in the mirror, he felt that this body was very healthy.

"How can it be ugly?" Song Mingxuan pushed him deeper into the sea of ​​sunflower flowers. "In Dad's heart, these flowers are not as beautiful as you."

"Dad, you must have brought a filter to see me."

"Yes, yes, Dad brought you the" qingren "filter to see you. Can you stand up?" Song Mingxuan smiled and asked him, "I can't get in the wheelchair."

Su Jinzhi trembled from the wheelchair with two weak legs, stepped on the ground twice, and nodded: "Yes."

Song Mingxuan smiled and hung the camera around his neck: "That's good, you can stand when you get in. Dad is carrying you away now."

With these words, Song Mingxuan crouched in front of him.

Su Jinzhi looked at him for a while and walked over and flung him on his generous back. He pressed his face against his back, and the man's steady and powerful heartbeat sounded into his ear, bringing an infinite sense of security.

The wind at dusk swept across the clothing corner with a slight noise. Su Jinzhi held Song Mingxuan's neck, glanced sideways at the sunset that was about to sink to half, and suddenly said, "Dad, if I die, will you forget me? "

I heard that the man's body suddenly became stiff, and one of Su Jin regretted asking such a question. Anyway, he would not die. At most, he would continue to torture No.1. Why would he ask such a question?

"No." Song Mingxuan only said these three words briefly, and did not indicate whether he would not forget him or whether he would not die.

In the center of the sea of ​​sunflowers is a large lawn open space. There is a large gray stone in the middle of the open space, and there is a small box next to the stone.

Song Mingxuan put him down, walked over and took out a chisel from the small box, took his hand and carved the names of the two of them on the stone, with a string of love in the middle, and finally carved another With great love, cover the names of both of them.

So Song Mingxuan took him so far, just to come here to lettering?

Su Jinzhi could not help but said to him, "Dad, you are so childish."

Song Mingxuan immediately retorted: "Because I love you, love makes people stupid, and my father becomes so naive.

Su Jinzhi was speechless.

"These words represent that I love you." Song Mingxuan held his hand and stroked the words on the stone, "The wind can't blow away, and the rain can't be beaten. It has been here to prove that I love you forever . "

Su Jinzhi sucked his nose: "But it will eventually weather into mud."

"It doesn't matter." Song Mingxuan turned and smiled at him, and kept kissing in his forehead. "This land will remember for us, we will always love each other."

Su Jinzhi couldn't help coming forward, hugging his waist tightly, and refused to raise his head.

After the sun completely set, Song Mingxuan walked back to the cabin where they lived, put him on the bed, and suddenly leaned down and kissed him.

This house is very large, so it is still a bit cold at night, but the fireplace in the room is burning red charcoal fire, burning the melting temperature, warm-colored chandeliers hang down from the top, spilling warm light, those seem to be full The light of the temperature shone into the man's dark gray eyes, tinged with a gentle halo like the setting sun, full as if to overflow, Su Jinzhi stared at him suddenly, and suddenly felt something hit his face.

He reached out and touched it, and felt a wet, cool trail.

Song Mingxuan hugged him, pressing his head in vain, buried his head between his neck, exhaling a fiery breath.

"Dad?" Su Jinzhi murmured softly.

Song Mingxuan was silent, without a word.

The silence in the air was like the tsunami that overwhelmed the whole house, so that the crackling sound of charcoal fire in the fireplace seemed extremely loud at this moment.

A long time later, Su Jinzhi heard him speak. The sound was not as deep and mellow as the gentle strings of a cello, but it was sandy and dumb. It was a tone with moisture and tears after being tortured by pain: "Sleep."

His eyes were lightly covered by the man, and he ushered in the darkness like midnight.

In the dark, he heard the man mutter in his ear: "Good night, I love you."

They lived in Sang Fuluo Ranch for a few days and took a lot of photos, but before rushing to post them in the album, they hurried back to the hospital because Su Jinzhi vomited blood again.

In fact, every day, Su Jinzhi had a painful life. The medicine Song Mingxuan gave him came with a lot of painkillers. After he fell asleep, Song Mingxuan would let him give him some sedatives, otherwise he might be in the middle of the night Wake up.

With the exception of some juices and gruels, he could not eat anything, because his stomach no longer had much digestive function, and in the later stages, he would even spit out the medicine he took.

The latest test results show that his cancer cells have spread even more.

The painful chemotherapy that hadn't slowed much of the tumor's development.

The second chemotherapy came quickly and quickly.

The medicament increased and the time lost was longer, which lasted almost one day and one night.

During the infusion, Su Jinzhi was crying all the time. He was really hurt. He was hurting all over. He was so anxious that he would die. But he didn't even have the strength to commit suicide.

Song Mingxuan accompanied him day by day, no matter how well he managed himself, his face always carried a kind of lingering fatigue and drowsiness, and the eyes looking towards Su Jinzhi were full of despair and pain.

It seems that everything is small before death.

Su Jinzhi doesn't know how much time he is awake. All he can feel is endless pain, but every time he opens his eyes, he can see Song Mingxuan staring at him, as if afraid of him. After closing my eyes this time, I can't wake up anymore and panic.

Maybe he's not dead yet, Song Mingxuan is crazy.

Su Jinzhi was very distressed. He asked No. 1 when he was awake one day: "Can you let him sleep for a while?"

No. 1 asked him, "Are you distressed?"

Su Jinzhi did not answer, but just said, "He will die if he goes on like this."

Number One said, "But you want to live."

Su Jinzhi mumbled: "I don't understand"

Why did he want to live, and to be with Song Mingxuan, made him so painful?

Number One asked him: "Do you know why I don't punish you?"

"I don't need to punish you. Those punishments are useless to you. If you want to live, you will be able to survive those pains." No. 1 paused and continued, "But what can you do if you survive? What about it? Is it you who is really suffering? "

Su Jinzhi could not say a word.

No. 1 asked him, "You forgot what I said at the beginning, right?"

"You have terminal illness, not just gastric cancer. From the third chemotherapy, the cancer cells will metastasize faster, which will cause the second cancer. You can survive the fourth and fifth chemotherapy, and there will be more later. Many, as long as you live, these pains will never go away. "

"And you will never die."

Su Jinzhi covered her eyes, her lips trembling a few times, and her eyes closed tightly again.

"Wait a second," he said finally. "Give me another seven days, just seven days. You keep me awake, I want to see him again, and after seven days, I'll die."

"Okay." Number one agreed.

When No. 1 said it was done, Su Jinzhi soon felt that his body was not hurt, and he had some strength. He got out of bed and took a piece of clothing to Song Mingxuan who was lying on the bed and put it on.

Song Mingxuan awoke just after covering his clothes.

Seeing Su Jinzhi standing on the ground, his eyes widened suddenly, grasping the teenager's wrist, his tone was a bit stern: "Jinzhi, why did you come down ?!"

"Dad!" Su Jinzhi hugged him and held his back tightly. "My okay father, calm down."

Song Mingxuan's heart was beating fast, and thumping in his ear, Su Jinzhi suddenly wanted to cry.

After seven days, he could no longer see this person.

He wants to live some more days, to take the college entrance examination, to go to college, and to go to Sang Fuluo Ranch with him again.

Song Mingxuan suddenly seemed to realize something. He put his hand gently on his shoulder, and his voice fluttered softly: "Are you okay?"

Su Jinzhi shed tears in his arms, raised his head and looked at him with a smile: "Dad, I'm much better."

Song Mingxuan looks thinner than him, his eye sockets are deep, his eyes are dark and black, and he smiles wryly: "Okay, okay. Dad washed out the photos we took and posted them, you want to see see?"

Su Jinzhi nodded and Song Mingxuan hugged him to the bed and looked at the album with him.

The cover of the album only says one sentence: me and my favorite person.

It clicked softly, and tears hit the photo.

Song Mingxuan smoked a piece of paper to wipe his tears, and asked him with a smile: "How did Jin Zhi cry?"

Su Jinzhi wiped her eyes: "This is a snot."

"really?"

"Really, don't believe Dad, lick it, I promise it's salty."

auzw.com "Baby you are disgusting."

Su Jinzhi and Song Mingxuan proposed that he wanted to go to the pasture with golden sunflowers again. He thought that Song Mingxuan would reject it. He would have to soften and soak for a while before he would agree. He did n’t think of what he said, and Song Mingxuan did n’t even think I agreed.

"Dad will give you whatever you want."

Song Mingxuan once again pushed the wheelchair to accompany him to take a walk on the seashore of sunflowers at sunset.

Su Jinzhi took some weeds and made two rings, one in his own hand and one in Song Mingxuan's hand, and then asked Song Mingxuan to take a picture with his hand.

After taking the picture, Su Jinzhi sent this photo to Yan Ye: [My ranch is big and beautiful, I'm married to my dad! ]

After he went abroad, he would still contact Yan Ye and Lu Yuqi from time to time. Today is the weekend. They have no class, Yan Ye responds quickly.

He sent a scornful expression: [Song Jinzhi, you are more and more brave now. Why don't you come back for the exam so badly? ]

Su Jinzhi replied to him: [When have I been bragging? Do you think about what I said was not the truth? ]

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[I fuck! Didn't you lie to me? ]

Su Jinzhi whispered to Song Mingxuan: "Dad, come and kiss me."

Song Mingxuan kissed his face, and Su Jinzhi seized the opportunity to take a selfie, and then sent it to Yan Zheng.

Yan Yan seemed to be hit hard, and it took a long time to reply to him: [Yes, I'm convinced, I wish you all old age. ]

Song Mingxuan glanced over and took a look at their chat history. He thought about it and sent the photo out, but he sent it to the news agency.

So one day later, the news that Song Mingxuan, the former owner of the Song family, married his "little adoptive son," spread to the wealthy in the country. 75/100 ".

But Su Jin didn't pay any attention to Song Yingchu's mission situation. These seven days were so precious. He hated having to sleep and used Song Mingxuan every minute to see him.

However, hope always runs counter to reality. The more he prayed for time to slow down, the faster the hands on the clock seemed to run. It seemed like a blink of an eye, and it was time for the sixth night—waking up tomorrow morning, he would never see Song Mingxuan again.

Su Jinzhi was lying on the bed, hesitant to close his eyes to sleep.

Song Mingxuan patted his back to coax him to sleep, and when he had no effect, he bowed his head and asked him, "Don't want to sleep?"

Su Jinzhi clutched his horns tightly: "I want to see Dad again."

Song Mingxuan's chest rolled up and down quickly, as if suppressing the emotions about to gush out of his chest, and finally he smiled softly: "Okay."

"Do you want to eat cake?" Song Mingxuan asked him after a while, "It's strawberry cake, your favorite."

Su Jinzhi looked up at him: "Can I eat?"

"Yes." Song Mingxuan gently stroked his head, his voice was very soft, "Daddy can you get it?"

"Okay." Su Jinzhi sat up.

After about 10 minutes, Song Mingxuan came over with the cake.

Su Jinzhi looked at the cake and suddenly said to Song Mingxuan, "Dad, can you find a candle?"

"Yes, what do you want candles for?"

"It's Dad's birthday in a few days, but I want to give Dad ahead of time today."

Song Mingxuan smiled: "Okay."

Su Jinzhi wished to insert a candle into the cake and light it up. He sang a happy birthday song to Song Mingxuan with his out-of-tune song. After singing, he wiped his tears and said to Song Mingxuan, "Daddy, make a wish, Xu Make a wish and then blow the candle. "

Song Mingxuan looked at the candle. The soft waxy candlelight flickered in his eyes, with a warm light point, it seemed to illuminate the floating gray layer. He closed his eyes and smiled low, but the corners of his eyes gradually leaked out. Water light.

Su Jinzhi was also red-eyed, biting his teeth and trying to stabilize the trembling of his voice, urging him: "Hurry up, dad, we'll have to sleep together later."

"If I make a wish, will it happen?" Song Mingxuan asked him with a dumb voice.

"Yes," said Su Jinzhi, "sincerely, it will be realized."

"it is good."

The man responded softly. He leaned down slightly, holding the teenager's head, and put a kiss on his forehead religiously.

Su Jinzhi asked him, "Dad, what wishes did you make?"

Song Mingxuan smiled and said, "When you wake up tomorrow, Dad will tell you."

Su Jinzhi sniffed, lifted the cake and said to Song Mingxuan, "All right, father, it's time to blow the candle."

Song Mingxuan exhaled softly and blew out the candle.

The candle flame flickered and flickered in the wind, but it still changed from red to dim blue light, and eventually turned to darkness, like every life that would pass away.

Su Jinzhi ate the cake, but he felt a little sleepy after eating half of it, and couldn't help but want to sleep.

"Are you sleepy?" Song Mingxuan came to take away the cake in his hand and kissed him again.

"Well." Su Jinzhi responded.

"Let's sleep." Song Mingxuan combed his almost dying hair again and again, kissing his forehead constantly, as devout as the most loyal believer.

"Good night, dad, I love you."

"Good night, I love you too."

The darkness eventually hummed him.

But then the dark blue wrapped him tightly. Su Jinzhi opened his eyes and felt like he was sleeping in a dark blue ocean.

He heard the number one say to him, "You are dead."

Am i dead

Su Jinzhi was stunned for a moment, but he quickly awakened. He remembered the new welfare that No. 0 had earned for him when he entered the world on the first day-he could stay in the original world after death. Two hours.

"I want to go back!" Su Jinzhi started calling No. 1 frantically. "Use that benefit and let me go back!"

His tears gradually merged with the dark blue liquid around him.

"Let me go back and see him again"

No. 1 was silent for a while, and seemed to sigh.

Later, Su Jinzhi found that the dark blue around him seemed to have life, the color gradually deepened, the convergence gathered and scattered, the countless small bright light spots dragged him back to the origin like thousands of hours passing by, and finally turned into the sky Starry night sky.

He floated in the night sky outside the wooden house, and at his feet was a sea of ​​sunflowers with a flower plate hanging down—without the sun, she could only cry with a heavy love secretly, until the next day sunrise.

Su Jinzhi drifted slowly into the wooden house, Song Mingxuan was sitting on the edge of the bed, and gently combed his hair with his fingers, followed by another, with full of affection and tenderness.

The progress value above his head also began to fall from 75 to 0 quickly.

"What will happen to him when it reaches 0?" Su Jinzhi asked No. 1.

"He will die." The icy mechanical sound of No. 1 has no trace of emotion. "Your death takes away all the heat he has left for life."

"But I'm here to save him."

"I don't want him to die"

Su Jinzhi drew near him, reaching out to embrace him, but his translucent arms passed through his body again and again, unable to grasp anything.

No. 1's cold voice kept ringing in his mind: "You can't save him."

"The sunflowers have a long flowering period, and they are not finished yet." Su Jinzhi watched Song Mingxuan lean down, murmured against his lips, touched his fingers under the pillow, and finally took out a silvery white, I really want to accompany you to watch the sunrise again, but it seems good to sleep together like this. "

He whispered to himself, then lifted the quilt and lay beside him.

"If you make a sincere wish, your wish will come true."

He slowly closed his eyes, grabbing all the love, exhaustion and longing from those dark gray eyes, with a smile on the corner of his lips, as if sleeping in a beautiful and sweet dream was satisfied—

"Then I sincerely hope that our separation will be short-lived. As long as you open your eyes, we will meet again."

With a "click", the sound of the trigger being triggered suddenly appeared in the almost still air, gunpowder wrapped in flames and spewed out of the muzzle, whistling and tearing the mulberry evening silence falling off the pasture, hovering above the entire sea of ​​sunflowers , Echoed through the dark sky under the stars.

Su Jinzhi watched Song Mingxuan's blood as the brightest flowers burst out at the moment of the gunshot, splashing from the center to the surroundings, and falling through his translucent soul to the wooden floor.

He looked at all this, thinking that he would cry and his heart would beat so weakly, but in fact he didn't feel any pain. He asked No. 1: "Why can't I cry?"

Number One said, "Do you know how heavy human souls are?"

"21 grams."

"Then you know how heavy a tear is?"

At the moment of each person's death, the weight will be reduced by 21 grams, which is the departure of the soul.

"Your soul stores all your memories, all the beautiful, painful, and forgotten memories that are rooted in the depths of your soul and are the composition of your soul veins, and tears cannot escape the shackles of gravity, so it will never be Can't leave with the soul. "

Su Jinzhi was silent, the darkness outside the window gradually faded with time, and dawn was approaching--

"Let's go," Number One said to him.

He finally glanced at the man and shook his hand at him: "Goodbye."