"Doctor Chen, do I need to avoid certain foods for my illness?"
"I can't eat or drink hot pot, barbecue, milk tea, or Coke recently."
"I can also go to bed early and get up early, and stop staying up late."
Zhuang Ziang looked at his attending physician Chen Dexiu with a sincere face,
because he felt that his physical condition seemed to be very bad,
Chen Dexiu was about fifty years old, with a Mediterranean-style hairstyle and thick gold-rimmed glasses.
The banner on the wall silently told him of his superb medical skills and noble character,
"No, eat whatever you want!"
Such a light-hearted sentence was a bolt from the blue for Zhuang Ziang!
The diagnosis book handed over by Chen Dexiu was full of dense medical terms,
which translated into only eight words.
If no treatment is given, it cannot be saved.
"Doctor Chen, how much time do I have left?" Zhuang Ziang's voice trembled, and his heart was filled with fear of death. "At most three months, you can open a little more, no one can escape this day."
"Chen Dexiu sighed helplessly. As a doctor, he was used to seeing life and death, and thought he had calmed down. But seeing such a young boy, he still felt sad. In the face of illness, life is poor. Zhuang Ziang carried the diagnosis in both hands and didn't remember how he left the hospital.
His mind was blank, he walked on the road in a daze, and knocked down several bicycles.
At the age of 18, in this season of peach blossoms, life began to count down.
Three months, ninety days, two thousand one hundred and sixty hours.
Chen Dexiu said it was three months, but in reality Maybe not that long.
In the blink of an eye, he will say goodbye to this world.
He is obviously not mentally prepared yet.
Tears flowed silently along the corners of his eyes.
All the anxiety and regret surged into his chest, not knowing whether it was a catharsis.
Outside the hospital was the wholesale market. Zhuang Ziang saw that the clothing store was full of colorful cheap clothes, and the loudspeaker at the door was tirelessly shouting about loss-making sales and clearance sales.
There was still a smell of disinfectant on the clothes, and he hurriedly took them off, as if this would allow him to draw a clear line between himself and the hospital, and the moment of death would not be slower? This was just ridiculous self-deception. "Boss, how much is that shirt?" Zhuang Zi pointed to a colorful floral shirt, colorful, like an overturned palette. In the hospital, everything he saw was morbidly pale, and he now asked for more color in his life. "Thirty yuan." The boss hesitantly reminded the boy: "But this style is not suitable for you. "
Zhuang Ziang took out the money: "It's okay, I like it very much.
The bright floral shirt was very inconsistent with his temperament, just like a child wearing stolen adult clothes.
Next, Zhuang Ziang went to the bookstore to buy a set of "Tianlong Babu", a total of five books, which were heavy in his hands.
Passing by the milk tea shop, he bought a cup of spring new taro milk tea.
Returning to school, Zhuang Ziang was stopped by the security guard at the door.
Although the school does not require school uniforms, it is also allowed to wear strange clothes.
The floral shirt on Zhuang Ziang was too eye-catching.
It was not until he showed his student ID and the leave note signed by the head teacher that the security guard called to confirm and let him in.
"Alas, today's students are so frivolous. Really rogue, so funny!"
Zhuang Ziang stepped into the school gate and heard the sigh of his classmate, the security uncle, and a sense of sadness rose in his heart.
This uncle didn't know that this academic student had been the first in the grade for two consecutive years and was selected by the three good students and outstanding student cadres in the city.
But for Zhuang Ziang at this moment, all this has become empty name.
Three months later, everything he has will disappear.
The get out of class is over, and there is a commotion on the playground.
Outside the door of the ninth class, several students are besieging.
When Zhuang Ziang walked into the classroom wearing the clothes of a big rooster, he immediately attracted the attention of the whole class.
"Oh my God, what happened to him, he actually came to school dressed like this."
"He was caught by the dean of teaching, and first wrote a 3,000-word self-criticism.
"Zhuang Ziang asked for sick leave yesterday, it seems that he is very sick!
..."
Zhuang Ziang ignored their monster-like appearance and walked straight to his seat. After taking a deep breath, he handed the taro balls to the lady in front of him.
"Mu Shi, I'm sorry, I stood you up yesterday. I bought you milk tea to make up for it. "
Lin Mushi, a goddess of school beauty level.
She has perfect and beautiful phoenix eyes, skin as white as milk, and a delicate princess. There is no shortage of suitors around girls like her.
But she turns a blind eye to other boys, but always shows her gentle side to Zhuang Ziang.
Sitting at the same table, taking care of her day and night, they have formed a very murderous friendship.
A movie was released yesterday, and Lin Mushi made an appointment with Zhuang Ziang to watch it with her.
But Zhuang Ziang had to postpone it because he had to go to the hospital for treatment.
"Why don't you reply to my message?" Lin Mushi asked.
Zhuang Ziang took out his mobile phone and found that there were many unread messages,
three of which were sent by Lin Mushi.
"Zhuang Ziang, I heard from Li Huangxuan that you asked for leave to go to the hospital.
"Are you okay? Let's go to the movies next time."
"If you don't reply to my message, I will ignore you.
It was obvious that he noticed it, but there was a hint of arrogance between the lines.
Zhuang Zi's nose was sour and he almost cried.
He suppressed the sadness in his heart: "Mu Shi, I'm pitiful. Can you drink some milk tea to show that you forgive me?" Lin Mu Shi stared at her with wide eyes, depressed, and sighed a sip of milk tea, with a delicate expression, sweet and smooth.
"I just feel thirsty, so I forgive you."
Zhuang Ziang glanced at this side and smiled bitterly.
At this time, a tall and thin boy walked in, sat next to Zhuang Ziang, and shouted loudly.
"Son, what kind of clothes are you wearing? Aren't you afraid that Lao Zhang will chop you to death? "
Li Huangxuan is Zhuang Ziang's deskmate and best friend. They have always been father and son.
When he entered the classroom, he saw Zhuang Ziang's flowered shirt and felt dazzled.
Zhuang Ziang is the class monitor and a three-good student. He has always abided by the rules and laws, and is obedient and is the most trustworthy student of the teacher.
But today he took the lead in making trouble, and he was dressed very strangely.
"Son, I'm going to the hospital to change my mood." Zhuang Ziang explained with a relaxed look.
"Not bad, tasteful, add a big gold chain around your neck, even more tasteful.
"Li Huangxuan said with a smile, "I often give you gifts." Zhuang Ziang put the set of "Tianlong Babu" back on Li Huangxuan's counter. Li Huangxuan was a martial arts fan and secretly read some books. Now that he saw this gift, he was very happy. He put his arm around Zhuang Ziang's shoulders and said, "You are really filial. Did you win the lottery?" Zhuang Ziang made up an excuse casually: "Your birthday will be in eight months!" Lin Mushi smiled happily after hearing this. His chest was broad and his chest was uncertain. Looking at his two best friends, Zhuang Zi shouted in his heart, "I can't bear to leave you!"