Chapter 159
Xi Zhenhai slowly opened the door of his home.
Their previous house was very spacious and even had a small garden, but the house that the family considered their home has been sold, and now they rent a small house the size of a pigeon cage.
It was called a house, but it was actually just a large box. Since they all lived in a temperature-controlled spaceship, they didn't have to worry about keeping warm, but the poor sound insulation, the stench coming from all directions, and the cramped space still made people feel extremely uncomfortable.
The small box-type house was divided into two rooms, the outer room had no lights on in order to save electricity, and one could only barely see the outlines of the furniture with the help of the dim light from the inner room.
Because the move was very hasty, many large pieces of furniture had to be packed up and sold at a low price, but even so, the various materials accumulated in a family over the past decade were still surprising. Those items that might have been thrown away by the mistress in the past now seemed to have a place to use, and even the broken items were expected to be sold to the recycling center for a little money, so they were reluctant to throw away any of them, which made the already small house even more crowded, with almost no room to move.
Xi Zhenhai put down his backpack, took off his uniform, breathed a sigh of relief, and then walked into the inner room carefully without touching anything.
The inner room gave people a sense of spaciousness. When the couple had no place to put even the dining table, they still tried their best to provide their daughter with a relatively good living condition - a princess bed, a light pink gauze curtain, an exquisite dressing table, snow-white dolls, and a valuable piano, all of which were Xi Zhenhai's daughter Xi Yanxin's favorite things in the past. Even in the most difficult times, they were reluctant to sell these things.
The light in the inner room was still dim, but Xi Zhenhai's wife Wan Ruohua was so tired that she fell asleep beside the bed. Taking care of a patient is not an easy task, especially when she has to bear heavy psychological pressure.
Xi Zhenhai had not come back for the past few days because he had to work overtime. Wan Ruohua supported herself alone. Even when she was asleep, her brows revealed deep haggardness and sadness. The woman who was still as innocent as a little girl even after having a daughter was gone, replaced by a mother who looked haggard and had tears on her face even in her dreams.
Xi Zhenhai whispered sorry in his heart, then picked up his wife. He felt the body in his arms was so thin that he could clearly feel the bones, and he almost shed tears.
After putting his wife on the bed, Xi Zhenhai was about to go see his daughter, but he didn't expect Wan Ruohua to have been awakened by his actions.
The woman was startled and subconsciously struggled to check if her daughter was okay. Then she realized that it was her husband who came back. She was stunned for a moment and tears flowed down her face.
"Don't cry, don't cry, I'm back. I've made a lot of money again. If I work overtime two more times, I can buy another inhibitor for Xinxin. Don't worry, everything will be fine." Xi Zhenhai patted her back and comforted her softly.
Wan Ruohua just shook her head, crying uncontrollably, choking with sobs and unable to speak for a long time.
Xi Zhenhai's heart skipped a beat, as if the world had suddenly gone empty. After a few seconds, he finally found his voice: "Why, is it Xinxin...Xinxin she..."
Wan Ruohua shook her head again, covered her mouth and cried twice, then pulled Xi Zhenhai and motioned him to go out and talk.
The two walked out of the house and stood in the narrow corridor outside the door. Wan Ruohua grabbed Xi Zhenhai's collar and cried in pain, suppressing her tears and saying intermittently: "Zhenhai... let's... give up..."
Xi Zhenhai was stunned.
After a while, he began to wonder if he had heard it wrongly, and asked hesitantly, "What did you say?"
“Give up… We… Xinxin’s illness… Give up…” Wan Ruohua almost collapsed to the ground, she cried, “Xinxin’s illness… cannot be cured, I know it can’t be cured… There’s no hope… The license fee to go to the thirteenth floor, the medical fees, and the subsequent maintenance fees… Even if we don’t eat or drink for the rest of our lives, even if you work overtime until you die of exhaustion, you can’t make that much money… You still have to hold on, do you want to drive yourself to death… I can’t watch you like this… And Xinxin… Xinxin had an attack yesterday… Seeing her in so much pain, I really wanted to… I really wanted to end it all for her with my own hands… If we go on like this, Xinxin will be the one suffering the most… The child is sensible, she won’t say anything no matter how painful it is, but she’s crying out in pain in her dreams… I can’t stand it, I really can’t stand it…”
Wan Ruohua knelt on the ground and cried her heart out. Even so, she didn't dare to cry out loud. Her sobbing cry was like a gradually tightening net, cutting the softest part of her heart and making it bleed.
Xi Zhenhai stood straight, the lights in the distance shone in his eyes, reflecting a cold light, and the man's figure in the darkness was like a sculpture.
After a while, Xi Zhenhai pulled up his wife who was almost out of breath from crying, and carried her back to the house like a little girl. He held her in his arms, stroked her back, and soothed her emotions. After she calmed down a little, he said softly, "I'm sorry, you must have felt very tired during this period. But I'm back now. I'll take care of our daughter tonight. Go and have a good sleep and rest. We'll talk about tomorrow's affairs tomorrow. Believe me, everything will be fine tomorrow."
After coaxing his wife, who was so fragile that she looked like she could not even wear clothes, to sleep, Xi Zhenhai took off her shoes and socks and covered her with a quilt, then turned around to look at his daughter.
The girl lying on the bed was very thin and small. The pajamas that once fitted her now seemed twice as big. Her hair was thin and dry, her face was pale, her lips were purple, and every breath she took seemed to take all her strength. Every second she felt as if she could not hold on any longer.
Looking at his daughter like this, Xi Zhenhai could understand the torment his wife went through every day. It was precisely because of his understanding that he felt even more painful.
He couldn't help but reach out and touch the girl's hair, then looked at the heart rate and other measurement data recorded in real time on the treatment device next to him, and then checked the spare first aid medicine placed next to him. Only then did he feel relieved, pulled the gauze curtain, and prepared to rest for a while on the floor next to him.
At this moment, a light sound like a feather suddenly came from the bed.
"dad."
For a moment, Xi Zhenhai thought he was hallucinating, because ever since his daughter became ill, she had difficulty breathing and had not spoken for a long time.
He stretched out his hand to draw open the curtain, but he did not dare to move, for fear of breaking the dream at that moment.
"Dad." The girl on the bed called out clearly again, then she panted a few times and whispered, "Give up treatment... I... I think so too ."
Xi Zhenhai stood there stiffly for a long time without moving.
Although Suokasuao is a spaceship, in order to maintain a healthy mental state of life, it still converts light regularly according to the universal time of the Milky Way. A day is still divided into day and night, and even the top of each layer simulates the light, sky, clouds, stars, etc. in the early morning and evening, as if people are still living on a habitable planet with the sun rising and the moon setting.
It was already late at night, the entertainment area was still brightly lit and noisy, but most people in the living area had gone home to sleep as usual. However, a thin old woman was still lingering on the quiet street.
"Azhe... Azhe... It's time to go home with mom... Azhe, where have you been?"
Muter walked slowly along the street, shouting constantly. When she was tired, she would sit down on the steps by the street to rest for a while. Sometimes she seemed to have forgotten what she was going to do, humming nursery rhymes and swaying gently; sometimes she suddenly remembered something, and turned around anxiously, muttering: "Oh no, oh no, Azhe hasn't been picked up yet... Azhe... Azhe..."
The calls were heard from far away. Some people's sleep was disturbed, so they cursed softly and continued to sleep with their heads covered . Some people knew the whole story, sighed sympathetically, and listened silently to the calls fading away.
Suddenly, Muter stopped shouting. She opened her eyes wide, tried to stand up straight, looked at the person gradually approaching from a distance, opened her mouth to shout, but no sound came out; she raised her feet to run over, but suddenly she had no strength at all.
That person...
That person...
He looked about 27 or 28 years old, with a mature and experienced look. He looked a little unfamiliar, but the way he walked... and the small movement of slightly pursing the corners of his lips... that familiar feeling...
When the man approached, Muter suddenly rushed over and grabbed his arm, bursting out a heart-wrenching cry from the bottom of his lungs:
"Ah, my Ah Zhe..."
Rong Yuan caught the old woman who suddenly fell on him, and looked at her in confusion as she hugged him and cried bitterly, knowing that he might have recognized the wrong person. But the sadness in her crying made him unable to deny it immediately, so he could only support her and wait silently for her to finish crying.
