"Love until your heart breaks, don't blame anyone, just because the encounter is so beautiful, even if you shed all your tears, hurt to the end, and your heart turns to ashes, it doesn't matter..."
On the way back to school, Su Yudie hummed happily.
The age of this song is older than her.
Zhuang Ziang was infected by her optimism and seemed to forget his troubles.
The faint fragrance of peach blossoms floated on the tree-lined avenue of the campus.
"Little Butterfly, give me your mobile phone number, and I can call you next time I make an appointment."
Zhuang Ziang organized the speech for a long time before finally plucked up the courage to ask for the phone.
Su Yudie reached out and took out a card phone from her pocket.
It was a thin piece, emitting a faint blue light in the sun.
Card phones can basically only make calls and send messages, far less than the functions of smartphones.
Many parents will buy this kind of phone for their children to prevent them from being addicted to games.
The two happily exchanged contact information.
Su Yudie said, "You'd better look for me during the day. I'm usually not at night, and grandma doesn't allow me to play with my phone."
"Your phone is nothing fun, right?" Zhuang Ziang laughed.
"Zhuang Ziang, you idiot, don't laugh at me." Su Yudie pretended to be angry and rushed up to pull Zhuang Ziang's shirt.
The two chased each other on the tree-lined road.
Laughter and joy filled the green grass on both sides of the road.
Class 9's classroom is on the second floor, and the two parted at the corner of the stairs.
"Goodbye, little butterfly, I will send you a message."
"Well, I may not check my phone when I'm busy, but I will definitely reply if I see it."
After watching Su Yudie go upstairs, Zhuang Ziang walked towards the classroom.
Halfway through, he suddenly turned around and took a few steps up the stairs, wanting to catch up to see which class Little Butterfly was from.
Third floor, fourth floor, fifth floor, but no trace of the girl was found.
Is she walking so fast?
Zhuang Ziang patted the handrail and walked down the stairs in frustration.
They were all friends, but she refused to tell him the real class.
The afternoon class was very hard to endure. Most of the students were drowsy and listless.
Zhuang Ziang remembered that he read joke books with Little Butterfly yesterday afternoon, and time passed quickly.
Is this the legendary theory of relativity?
The last class ended on time at six o'clock.
Zhang Zhiyuan walked into the classroom and waved: "Zhuang Ziang, follow me."
Zhuang Ziang quickly packed his schoolbag and followed.
When they were far away from the classroom, he asked cautiously: "Teacher Zhang, where are we going?"
Zhang Zhiyuan said: "To the hospital, I must see your attending doctor in person and talk to him."
"There is no need for this. Doctor Chen is very busy." Zhuang Ziang refused instinctively.
He was afraid of the smell of disinfectant in the hospital and afraid of seeing the doctor's white coat.
The walls of the hospital have heard more devout prayers than those in the temple.
There are too many separations of life and death, and separation of the living and the dead.
Zhang Zhiyuan has made up his mind and will not give up any chance to save Zhuang Ziang.
Even if he is really powerless, he wants to hear the doctor's words.
Arriving at the parking lot, he started his old Buick and called Zhuang Ziang to get in the car.
Passing by the bus stop in front of the school, he happened to see the No. 19 bus slowly stopping at the platform.
Zhuang Ziang sat in the co-pilot seat and stretched his neck to find the peach blossom in the crowd.
Unfortunately, he was disappointed, perhaps there were too many people waiting for the bus, or perhaps Zhang Zhiyuan drove too fast.
He didn't see the little butterfly.
Arriving at the Central Hospital, Zhuang Ziang took Zhang Zhiyuan to Chen Dexiu's office.
Chen Dexiu adjusted his glasses and shook hands with Zhang Zhiyuan: "Hello, are you Zhuang Ziang's father?"
Zhang Zhiyuan hurriedly explained: "No, I am his class teacher."
"With such a serious illness, why didn't his parents come?" Chen Dexiu was deeply puzzled.
"His parents are out of town, and they asked me to find out the situation first." Zhang Zhiyuan casually found an excuse.
Then the two discussed Zhuang Ziang's condition.
Chen Dexiu was rigorous and had profound medical skills. He used a lot of professional medical terms to express eight words: the disease is incurable and there is no way to save the patient.
The last glimmer of hope in Zhang Zhiyuan's eyes also disappeared quietly.
Sadness surged into his heart like a tide.
"He is only eighteen years old, why is this happening?"
"There was a girl who had the same disease before, and she was younger than him! Forget it, when you convey it to his parents, try to be more tactful." Chen Dexiu sighed.
While the two were talking, Zhuang Ziang had been sitting quietly on the side.
It seemed as if the topic they were talking about had nothing to do with him.
It had been two days, and he had accepted the reality calmly.
Think about all the classmates in the class, what will they look like when they are old?
Gray hair, missing teeth, age spots all over the face, trembling when walking.
I don't have these worries.
I, Zhuang Ziang, will always be eighteen years old.
Coming out of the hospital, Zhang Zhiyuan felt particularly heavy and didn't speak for a long time.
"Teacher Zhang, do you believe it now?" Zhuang Ziang said in a relaxed tone.
"Zhuang Ziang, what do you want to eat tonight? The teacher will treat you." Zhang Zhiyuan's voice was sad.
"Have you forgotten what I said? I don't want anyone's sympathy and pity." Zhuang Ziang said.
"No, that's not what I meant." Zhang Zhiyuan explained quickly.
"Send me to the school gate, and then go home early to accompany your wife and children!" Zhuang Ziang said freely.
Although I really wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to eat Lao Zhang, I ate too much in the small hot pot at noon.
It's better to eat something simple at night, so as not to overload the stomach.
At the school gate, Zhuang Ziang said goodbye to Zhang Zhiyuan and walked to the rental house alone.
Passing by the snack stand, I bought a hot dog and egg fried rice.
As soon as I entered the door, I found that the boss wrote the words "dog rice" on the lunch box for easy distinction.
I lost my appetite instantly.
According to the doctor's advice, Zhuang Ziang took a handful of colorful pills.
He was a little skeptical about what the use of taking these pills was.
If you take it, you can live for three months, but if you don't take it, you can only live for ninety days?
Pick up the fish feed and feed some to the pair of goldfish.
It was once rumored that fish only have a seven-second memory.
It would be great if I were also a fish, I could forget all the sorrows and just swim carefree.
Next to the fish tank, there was a bamboo flute.
This was the only thing Zhuang Ziang brought out from home.
When he was young, he learned to play the flute for a while, but later he was busy with his studies and gradually abandoned it.
Now, when he plays the simplest "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star", he will sound hoarse and unpleasant.
Suddenly, a melody emerged in his mind.
It was the music he heard when he met Su Yudie yesterday, and it was very unfamiliar.
Very pleasant, but a little weird.
La Suo Suo Xi Duo Xi La, Su La Xi Xi Xi Xi La Xi La Suo...
Zhuang Ziang tried to play it several times, but it was not a tune at all, so he gave up helplessly.
Night had fallen, and if he continued to play, he was afraid that the neighbors would come to knock on the door.