After a series of examinations, the doctor said that Jiang Xing was not seriously ill and would wake up after some rest, but he would have to stay in the hospital for observation.
Lying on the snow-white hospital bed, Jiang Xing looked calm and his breathing gradually became normal, but his face was still very pale.
Xu Zejun was busy running around, buying medicine and fruits, and repeatedly telling us that Jiang Xing could not eat any food. He was busy until late at night and then left reluctantly.
I sat in the corner of the ward as if I had lost my soul, staring at Jiang Xing's sleeping face from afar, but I didn't dare to get close.
"The doctor said it's okay, don't worry." Xiang Nanfeng tucked the quilt for Jiang Xing first, then sat down next to me naturally, "What if you get hurt like this ?"
Hurt your body...
When I heard these words, my eyelids twitched and my heart tightened.
Jiang Xing suffered the most damage, didn't she?
Xiang Nanfeng didn't notice my change of mood. Instead, he held my hands soothingly and continued to comfort me: "She will wake up soon. She will be angry when she sees you crying, right?"
I shifted my gaze to Xiang Nanfeng's hand in a daze, and at the same time, Xu Zejun's words rang in my ears - she has always liked that Xiang Nanfeng.
I struggled to stand up from the chair as if I was on fire and broke free from Xiang Nanfeng 's hand.
His movements were still awkward, and he forced a smile: "Wen Yu, what's wrong with you?" There was a hint of fatigue in his voice.
I came back to my senses abruptly, turned my face away in embarrassment, and explained in a low voice: "No, nothing... I still have to go home to help my mother clean up the house. You take good care of Jiang Xing, I will come another day."
Xiang Nanfeng was slightly stunned: "But it's still early..."
"I am leaving."
Without waiting for him to finish, I picked up the backpack on the table and hurriedly disappeared into Jiang Xing's ward.
My steps were getting faster and faster, I was afraid that Xiang Nanfeng would catch up with me. When I walked out of the hospital, I realized that I had started running without knowing when.
I looked back carefully, but did not see Xiang Nanfeng. I didn't know whether I felt disappointed or relieved.
I think I should continue to keep a proper distance from the southerly wind.
Since Jiang Xing can sacrifice her feelings for my happiness, why can't I do the same?
not to mention……
Brain cancer.
Thinking of these two words , my head started buzzing and fear ate away at my heart.
Why can't such a beautiful Jiang Xing have a complete life?
Jiang Xing only stayed in the hospital for less than a week before she was discharged despite everyone's opposition.
Jiang Xing looked very happy because she had finally escaped from what she called the "hospital cage". She sat in front of the window in a simple T-shirt and jeans, basking in the sun and sorting out her clothes. From time to time, she looked up and complained to me about her miserable life these days.
"Okay, stop complaining. It won't hurt to let you stay in the hospital for two more days. Isn't it for your health?" Xiang Nanfeng spoke.
Jiang Xing curled her lips and said, "I won't! The hospital is so boring, I'll go crazy if I stay there, right, Wen Yu?"
The topic suddenly fell on my head. I was completely unprepared and could only respond blankly: "Huh?"
"Look at you, you're so silly!" Jiang Xing laughed, zipped up his backpack, and said, "Okay! Let's go! After leaving such an unlucky place, we should eat something good. Um, let me think, how about hot pot?"
"Miss, you are a patient now, and I will do whatever you say." Xiang Nanfeng spread out his hands.
I could only nod my head hastily in agreement, fearing that I would reveal the sadness that was about to burst out from my heart.
I didn't tell anyone that I knew Jiang Xing had brain cancer. On the one hand, I was afraid that Jiang Xing would get furious and take her anger out on Xu Zejun; on the other hand, I also understood Jiang Xing's good intentions.
She hid it because she was afraid that I would worry, right?
Because I felt guilty, I always deliberately avoided contact with Xiang Nanfeng in front of Jiang Xing, and we only had a few simple chats in private occasionally. Under my distance, Xiang Nanfeng clearly noticed something, and even Jiang Xing began to pay more attention to my words and actions.
"Wen Yu, thank you for your recent stay. You must have missed a lot of rest to take care of me, right? You even talk less." In front of the steaming hot pot, Jiang Xing put a few pieces of already cooked beef on my plate, "I'll give you a few more pieces of meat as a reward!"
"Yes, you have to eat more meat to gain weight." Xiang Nanfeng also seized the opportunity and picked out two larger pieces for me. "Once they are fattened up , we can slaughter them and share them equally during the New Year..."
After saying this, the two of them laughed so hard that tears were about to come out.
In order not to ruin the rare atmosphere at this moment, I also laughed out loud.
But looking at Jiang Xingfu's bright and bold face and her carefree appearance, who would have thought that she was actually fighting her final battle with death... However, even though her health was already extremely bad, she was still racking her brains to worry about my health and make me happy.
I picked up a piece of beef woodenly and put it in my mouth, but it tasted like chewing wax.
Jiang Xing had a good appetite and even drank a bottle of fruit wine despite the objections of Xiang Nanfeng and me.
The meal passed in the blink of an eye. Under the dark night sky, Jiang Xing's cheeks were slightly red. She opened her arms, made a gesture of embracing the sky, and shouted loudly: "I am so happy that I am not bound by the hospital!"
"Wen Yu, did you see that? If you continue to be so depressed, you might end up going back to the prison that Jiang Xing mentioned." Xiang Nanfeng looked at me expressionlessly, his tone serious.
I turned my head hastily and muttered, "I know."
I could hear the worry and helplessness in his words, but there were some things that I couldn't handle by myself, let alone digest...
"Okay! I'm in a good mood today, so don't teach our Wen Yu a lesson." Jiang Xing held me in his arms, "It's so late now, shall we send her home first?"
Xiang Nanfeng raised his eyebrows, which meant he agreed to stop targeting me.
However, I felt empty inside, as if I had lost something.
How long can I continue to look at Jiang Xing like this, with such a smile?
The two of them chatted and laughed all the way as they sent me home, then waved goodbye.
I watched them go away, still feeling so uncomfortable that I couldn't breathe. I gritted my teeth to suppress the uneasy emotions in my heart, secretly telling myself not to lose control and not to make my mother worry again... The moment I pushed open the door, I forced out an unnatural smile, but saw a person who I hadn't heard from for a long time sitting quietly on the sofa, holding a cup of cold milk tea in his hand.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, she turned her head quickly, with a look of joy in her eyes.
"Sister Wen Yu, you're back?" Cheng Panpan's voice was soft and gentle, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.
My expression immediately turned cold, I pursed my lips and said nothing.
I still remember clearly what she said to me.
I can't forget her betrayal .
Being abandoned by someone you trusted is the most painful thing in the world.
"You... don't want to come and sit down?" Having guessed what I was thinking, Cheng Panpan stood up awkwardly and said with some guilt, "I know you don't want to see me, and I also know that I did something very excessive before. Anyway... I'm sorry."
"Is this what you came here to say today?" I put away the key, turned around coldly and poured myself a cup of milk tea.
"No." Her eyes darkened. "I came to say goodbye to you. I transferred to another school and my parents are divorced. My mom said...she couldn't stand my dad's cowardice."
My hands froze there, and a crack appeared in my heart again.
"You're not coming back?" I tried my best to make my voice sound calm.
"That should be the case. Maybe it will be hard for us to meet in the future, so I came to say goodbye to you." She put down the cup with a sad look on her face. "You were very good to me, but I treated you like that... It's my fault. I hope you don't hate me anymore, okay, Sister Wen Yu?"
Cheng Panpan looked at me eagerly, her hands clenched together because of excessive nervousness.
I turned away suddenly, not looking at her expression, not looking at her eyes... Should I forgive her? I didn't get an answer.
I turned my back to Cheng Panpan and could feel her hopeful gaze on me. This gaze was like a needle, making me feel uneasy.
Thinking back to the past, she would crawl into my quilt like a kitten, rub my arm affectionately, and talk endlessly about her love for Lu Tianyi. Her soft hands were warm.
Life at my uncle's house was almost unbearable for me. I just repeated boring tasks every day and acted cautiously according to their expressions. Cheng Panpan was the only person who was closest to me...
The vague memory replayed in my mind over and over again, and my fingers gripped the cup more and more tightly.
In the end, I turned sideways and looked indifferently at Cheng Panpan who was still waiting for an answer.
I said, "I never hated you."
After saying that, I drank the milk tea in the cup, then went straight back to my room and closed the door.
She has lost a lot of weight. I guess she has been having a hard time these days.
The room has been tidy. On the table is my favorite mini speaker and the set of exquisite building blocks that Nino gave me.
I took all the medicine first to calm my messy mood, then walked to the speaker, turned up the volume to an appropriate level, and let it play Eason Chan's "Building Blocks" on a loop.
This is one of my favorite songs.
Although its melody is brighter and more cheerful than other songs, for some reason I can always hear an unspeakable sadness in the lyrics and music.
The pleasant music flowed quietly in the small room. I took apart the beautiful building blocks. It was divided into five layers. Each layer had different colors and shapes. The cool texture made me feel very at ease.
I picked out all the gray building blocks and put them together casually. After a few songs were played, a half-meter-high castle appeared in front of me.
It looks so beautiful, but it is actually so fragile.
Just then, Eason Chan's slightly hoarse voice sang repeatedly:

Our relationship is like building blocks.
Vulnerable yet ever-changing
I spent all my effort to build it to look like a home
It may collapse in the next second...

My fingers that were stroking the edge of the gray castle could not help but tremble slightly. In less than a second, they collapsed and scattered on the ground in a mess.
Is this like the relationship between Xiang Nanfeng and I now?
No matter how it is maintained, whether it is full of hope and happiness, it is always disturbed by complicated and intricate reasons. It is so vulnerable to touch and scrutiny, and it will fall apart into its original state with just a slight touch.
What's more... this should be Jiang Xing's happiness.
For Jiang Xing , I will choose to quit.
When the song reached its end, I slowly stood up, picked up the phone on the table, and found Xiang Nanfeng's name without hesitation.
It is undeniable that the moment the phone was connected and I heard his voice, my eyes became unbearably swollen and I almost cried.
But Xu Zejun appeared in front of me with a painful look on his face. He kept crying and shouting: Jiang Xing doesn’t have much time left!
I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and said word by word: "Xiang Nanfeng, don't appear in front of me again."
On the other end of the phone, Xiang Nanfeng laughed very exaggeratedly: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
"I like Ni Nuo, and he's the one I've always liked." I gritted my teeth, "So your behavior really annoys me and makes me very distressed. Even if it's for my own good, don't show up again."
Then, I hung up the phone in a hurry and turned it off. I couldn’t even figure out what I was afraid of.
When I think of Jiang Xing, my heart seems to be thrown into boiling hot oil, scorching, struggling, and in endless pain. When will this dramatic life end?