It Seems I Love You Very Much Chapter 18: What’s the matter (1)

(1)

She suddenly remembered an old-fashioned love philosophy: it's too difficult to be in love and get along easily.

After getting off the plane, she went straight to the hospital. Father Sang is still in the intensive care unit with an oxygen tube in his nose.

Sang's mother said that while watching TV that day, Sang's father suddenly said that his head hurt, and then he began to fall into a coma. When sent to the hospital, the doctor said that it was a brain stem hemorrhage. If it was not rescued in time, there would be no hope at all.

Dad Sang will take at least a week to pass the dangerous period, and now it seems that he is recovering well and is sober enough to speak. Sang's mother is a very capable person, and she manages it all by herself, inside and out, and is methodical.

The doctor said: "Fortunately, it was delivered on time. Otherwise, it would be a few minutes late."

"Will there be any sequelae?" Sang Wuyan asked.

“If it is left or right brain hemorrhage, it may cause hemiplegia, but the patient suffered from brain stem hemorrhage and stopped breathing at that time, which is also the most serious case of cerebral hemorrhage, but also the luckiest. It doesn’t seem to be the case at the moment. But maybe if I repeat it again, I won't have such good luck. We meet some patients when they are very old when they get sick, and there is no one around, so it is often too late to deliver."

Sang Wuyan returned to the ward and looked at the sideburns of Sang's father who was sleeping, a little gray. She looks like her mother, her figure is the same as when her mother was young, she is small, compact and energetic. But the hair was inherited from my father, and it was dark and dense. In the past, Dad would play with her on his shoulders, and she would pull out the white hair for him when she saw it. However, after high school and college, every time I go home, I will find that there are more and more white hairs, and it is no longer enough to pull out one or two hairs.

Dad was always loving and very different from Mama.

My father used to be the backbone of the unit. The unit sent him several times to study abroad at public expense, but he refused. When she was a child, she didn't know much, so she knew that she was pulling on the corner of her father's clothes, wiping her tears and saying, "Dad is not allowed to go, not allowed to go, not allowed to go."

"Yanyan, isn't there a mother here?" Father Sang said.

"I don't want my mother, I want my father. I want my father." Xiao Sang couldn't cry.

"Okay, okay. Dad isn't going."

Later, when he grew up and began to study for university, he realized how rare this opportunity was for him.

It was late at night, and Sang's mother insisted that Sang Wuyan go home: "I'll keep watch."

"Mom, I'll watch it, you go back to rest."

"Go, go, what do you know as a child? Go home and sleep."

"Mom—I'm really not a child anymore. I can do my part, I'll do it. I've got my share of this family."

I thought that Mother Sang would be annoyed again after hearing these words, but her mother looked at her and asked quietly: "Your father wants to turn over every two hours, do you know that? The infusion has to be given at two or three o'clock at night. You need to call a nurse when you lose every bag. Are you sure you won’t fall asleep? Will you make the potty under the bed? Could it be a lip service. Your only task is to come and see your dad and see him If you are happy, you can just have a thought. If it's me lying here, you can go back if you don't come back. You can go to anyone you like. People raise children to prevent old age, and we all have pensions. You can support yourself in the future."

"Mom—" A mist formed in Sang Wuyan's eyes.

"I don't have the energy to be angry with you, and I don't want your dad to hear it. I've told you both good and bad things. If you talk too much, you think we're hindering your life. Your dad was lying in the intensive care unit that day. , the first thing he said after taking a breath was to talk about you and let you go. He complained that I shouldn't say what you said. Wuyan, he is going to die, and he still thinks of you, but what about you? Is it worth it?" Mother Sang sighed.

Sang Wuyan was sitting in a taxi home with unbearable pain in his heart. She looked at the time, it was past midnight. Su Nianqin has never called her, and may still be angry with her.

He's three years older than her, but he's more childish than she is when he loses his temper.

Because it was late at night and there were not many vehicles on the Third Ring Road, the taxis drove a little faster. Looking at the street scene passing by the car window, she remembered that at the age of dreaming, she had imagined that the person she loved was tall and handsome in the future. She wanted to love her, love her, pamper her, tolerate her everything, and never get angry with her. , as long as it is what she wants, even the moon has to be taken off, so perfect that it is not like a mortal.

These guidelines were taught to her by Xu Qian, who was soaked in romance novels.

But what about reality?

The next day, Sang Wuyan went to the hospital early in the morning.

While Mama Sang was away, Papa Sang took her hand: "Wuyan, I heard what you and your mother said yesterday."

Sang Wuyan nodded naturally and continued to peel the apple.

"Your mother, I don't know her yet? She's a tough-mouthed and soft-hearted person. In fact, she has already figured it out. She also told me that life is your own, and that your daughter will always fly away when she's older, so she can't think it's right. It is also correct to impose the path on you. In the future, if you get married, just bring your family back to visit us occasionally.”

"I don't want it?" Sang Wuyan said, "Why do you come back to see you every now and then, I want to bother you every day. I want you to drive me away."

Papa Sang laughed.

On those days or two, when he was watching his mother and taking care of his father, Sang Wuyan slowly realized that it turns out that people are also getting old. Whether it's your parents or someone else, you're going to get old before you know it.

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt like she had a burden on her shoulders.

Especially for an only child like them who have been cared for by two generations since childhood. While soaking in honey, they suddenly realized that the parents who had helped them support the sky were already old.

Walking to the hospital garden, she dialed Su Nianqin's number, but she didn't get through.

Called again at night, still busy. After thinking about contacting Yu Xiaolu, Sang Wuyan thought about it and gave up after flipping through the number in the address book.

While eating dinner with Dad Sang in the hospital, I suddenly received a call from City A.

Yu Xiaolu said anxiously, "Wuyan, come back, his father is dying. I'm afraid he can't take it anymore."

"Xiaolu, don't be in a hurry to speak slowly, what's going on?"

"Mr. Su found out that he had liver cancer a month ago. He had been receiving conservative treatment, but it suddenly deteriorated yesterday. He was given a quilt... a quilt was given to him..." Yu Xiaolu, who has always been orderly, began to choke.

Sang Wuyan stood up abruptly from his seat, so much so that he knocked over his bowl, the food inside spilled all over him, and his chopsticks fell to the ground.

"What's wrong with him?"

"He sits outside the ward door, doesn't eat, doesn't speak, he doesn't care what anyone says, the doctor sedated him, but we don't know what to do with him tomorrow morning. So, no you Can you come back? I beg you."

Sang Wuyan hesitated.

Papa Sang smiled: "If you have something to do, just leave, I'm fine."

"But Dad, I don't want to leave you."

"You go when your father tells you to go. You're in the way here anyway," said Mama Sang.

"I...but..."

"Don't be a jerk, do whatever you want." Mama Sang continued, "You were not such an awkward child before."

Sang's father snorted: "Your mother is a little bit fierce to you, and you can say good things like this."

She only shaved him in the morning. Dad Sang's chin was clean and he looked very energetic. Dad used to pierce her tender face with a beard and hawthorn when he got home.

"Nothing," Papa Sang stopped her, "be careful on the road."

Sang Wuyan glanced back. Sang's father smiled at her, and the wrinkles were wrinkled because of the smile. No one knows that this is a goodbye.

Later, Sang Wuyan thought, if she hadn't just left for Su Nianqun, the ending would have been different.

(2)

Learning that there are no flights, Sang Wuyan hurried to the high-speed station again. It was dark at that time, and just in time to stop the fastest bus bound for City A. The car has to drive on the highway for eleven hours and arrive early the next morning.

The car is not a regular station business car. The air conditioner is broken, and I dare not open the windows on the highway. There are still many people smoking, and the car is hot and smoky.

Sang Wuyan didn't care about this at all. He just prayed in his heart not to delay.

Thousands of miles away, Su Nianqun was lying on the hospital bed.

My face, which was not exposed to the sun, was even more bloodless. His eyebrows were furrowed, as if in a dream, his fingers gripping the white sheet tightly. Breathing was even, ups and downs, and the drug made him sleep soundly.

The air-conditioning in the ward was very strong, so Yu Xiaolu stepped forward to tuck him in the quilt. She thought: I hope Sang Wuyan can show up before he wakes up tomorrow, otherwise no one can do anything to him. Not eating, drinking or sleeping for two days, even a healthy person can't stand it. He looks like a chronic suicide.

Yu Xiaolu gently closed the door and returned to the sterile intensive care ward on the third floor.

From the transparent glass of the intensive care ward, she saw Yu Weilan who never left Su Huaishan. There is another one who is desperate here, Yu Xiaolu thought.

She knocked on the window.

Yu Weilan turned around, Yu Xiaolu raised the thermos and gestured towards her.

Yu Weilan just walked out of the ward.

"My porridge." Yu Xiaolu opened the lid and wanted her to eat some.

"Xiao Lu, I don't want him to die."

"He is the benefactor of our Yu family, and no one wants him to die."

"No. I used to think so."

Yu Xiaolu was surprised: "Sister?"

"When Dad asked me to marry him."

"For me, you have always been wronged." Yu Xiaolu lowered her face.

"I once told you that I once liked a boy."

"I seem to remember."

"The child was a few years younger than me. He had just lost his mother and was very helpless. I wanted to help him. So pity turned into a faint love."

"I never heard that from you."

"Later I found out that I just regarded him as a shadow, and what I really love is Su Huaishan. Xiaolu..."

"When brother-in-law wakes up, tell him again. You have to take a nap with your eyes closed now." She listened absently to Yu Weilan's recollections, while letting her rest on her shoulders.

"Xiaolu, don't be as confused as your sister. After a long time in love, you don't even know who is the shadow and who is the master."

"Xiaolu, do you think he will get better if I cut my lifespan in half?"

"In the past, when my father was too poor to support us, he always thought that money was the best thing. But now there are many things that can't be done with money. Do you think so?"

"Xiaolu, your boyfriend must show your sister first..."

Yu Xiaolu let her talk to herself, and finally waited until she fell asleep.

(3)

In addition to being visually impaired and occasionally called eccentric neuroticism, Su Nianqin is well-known in terms of description, temperament and family background. Sometimes even the disability that made him grudge was the target of others' attention.

He never goes to the mall to buy clothes, which means he never goes shopping. Everything in each season is handled by Yu Xiaolu. Yu Xiaolu didn't have much time, she just had it delivered according to the size. The tones are nothing more than gray, white, and light blue. Even if he can't tell the colors and mix them randomly, he will never go wrong. Every time the hourly workers at home clean the house, they will sort the clean clothes in the order of white, gray, and light blue, and then from right to left, from light to dark. Unless it's worn out, Su Nianqun doesn't mind even if it's washed white.

These are all very comfortable and casual styles.

When Sang Wuyan and Wang Lan were shopping, they paid attention to the brand that Su Nianqun wore. She has a very casual personality and usually doesn't pay much attention to fashion magazines. After seeing it with her own eyes, she realizes how eye-popping their prices are. And Su Nianqun's clothes come from this.

She began to regret her actions such as wiping snot and tears all over him. The last time I took one of his camel-colored checkered handkerchiefs to wipe the table, Sang Wuyan prayed that it was only a civilian item worth two yuan.

And Su Nianqin seems to have no idea of ​​the expensiveness of his outer skin.

She asked Yu Xiaolu.

Yu Xiaolu said: "Isn't it exciting to see him wearing those clothes that are more attractive than the models on the runway in the propaganda magazine? And," Yu Xiaolu laughed, "and he earns all that money, but a little He doesn't have any hobbies, so if you don't try to help him with luxury, what's the fun in life."

Sang Wuyan thought, no wonder Ye Li and the others said he had an aristocratic atmosphere. It turned out to be a pile of luxury goods.

She still finds it funny to think about it.

She changed her sitting position and felt her legs were a little numb. She bent over and rolled up the legs of her jeans, which seemed to be swollen. It is not easy to maintain a posture for a long time in a small space.

A child in the back finally stopped crying, and a man snored again. The smell in the carriage was so bad that she couldn't stand it. Her clothes were sticking to her body like mucous membranes. They had long been soaked in sweat, then dried, and then wet again. She tried to open the car window a little, but she tried too hard and pulled a big gap. The whistling air came in, making her almost unable to breathe, and someone in the back seat was blown over, which immediately attracted complaints. Sang Wuyan hurriedly closed the window, leaving a small gap.

She leaned her nose in front of the faint crevice as if she had found a spring, and breathed hungry, enjoying the cool breeze. She didn't have time to take anything, except that she had enough money in her pocket. Sang Wuyan wanted to check the time, so he went to check his watch. It was a mechanical watch for blind people, and it was possible to open the lid to find out the time. She searched for a long time to buy a watch that was very similar to the one Su Nianqun wore on her hand. She took off his watch, put it on her hand, and gave the new watch to Su Nianqun.

"Now your precious watch belongs to me." Sang Wuyan smiled and put it on his hand. The surface of the watch was very shiny, but the strap was scratched. "Trade the old for a new one, you have earned it."

Su Nianqun touched the old watch on Sang Wuyan's wrist with some nostalgia: "It's too unpretentious to wear it on your hand."

"It's very fashionable for girls to wear men's watches now, not to mention they are so individual."

Su Nianqun smiled lightly: "As long as you like it."

Sang Wuyan leaned his head against the back of the front seat while reminiscing, stretched out his wrist, and pressed his face to the surface, as if he could feel Su Nianqun's body temperature. She has never been such a strong person, but for him, she seems to have to be strong.

In the middle of the night, an alarm bell suddenly came from another intensive care unit.

The medical staff hurriedly pushed the instruments and medicines over, and Yu Weilan was awakened.

"Not my brother-in-law." Yu Xiaolu said, taking a long breath.

Yu Weilan stood up from the window and looked at the man lying quietly on the bed. His hair was a little gray, and his weak breathing became a cloud of white mist in the oxygen mask, and various instruments made small noises.

"What time is it?" Yu Weilan rubbed her cheeks.

"It's still early in the morning." Yu Xiaolu suddenly thought of the eight-treasure porridge that she boiled, but she didn't eat it alone, but luckily she can eat it when it's cold.

She gave some to Yu Weilan.

Yu Weilan took it, saw another box, and asked, "Your brother-in-law can't eat either, why do you do so much?"

"I have a copy of the quilt."

Yu Weilan was stunned: "By the way, where's the reading?"

"Sister, thank you for finally remembering that there is a character like Su Nianqun in the world." Yu Xiaolu said, "For the past two days, you have been guarding inside, and he has been sitting here, not even persuading him to leave. He refused to go in and see, and he refused to leave.”