Chapter 12: No Way to Reverse the Situation
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"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 she herself. Zhuang Ziang was infected by her optimism and seemed to have forgotten his troubles. The tree-lined avenue on the campus was filled with the faint fragrance of peach blossoms. "Little Butterfly, give me your mobile phone number, and you can call me next time you find me." Zhuang Ziang organized the speech for a long time before finally mustering up the courage to ask for contact information. Su Yudie seemed to have been looking forward to it for a long time, and immediately reached out to take out her mobile phone from her pocket. It was exquisite and small, emitting a faint blue light in the sun. The two happily exchanged contact information. With the emotional preparation of the past two days, there was no unnaturalness. Su Yudie reminded: "Look for me during the day, I won't play with my phone at night." "You only know how to read stupid jokes, why don't you read them at night?" Zhuang Ziang laughed. "You dare to laugh at me? I'm not like you boys who only know how to play games." 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'll send you a message."
"Well, I may not look at 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 step by step in frustration.
They are all friends, but she refused to tell him the real class.
Still don't trust?
The afternoon class was very hard to endure, and most of the students were drowsy and listless.
Zhuang Ziang remembered that he went fishing with Little Butterfly by the river yesterday afternoon, and time passed very 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 seriously: "To the hospital, I must see your attending physician in person and talk to him."
"It's not necessary, Doctor Chen is very busy." Zhuang Ziang refused instinctively.
He was afraid of the smell of disinfectant in the hospital, and he was also afraid of seeing the doctor's white coat.
The walls of the hospital have heard more pious prayers than those in the temple.
There are too many separations of life and death, and separation of Yin and Yang.
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 it from the doctor himself.
Arriving at the parking lot, he started his old Buick and called Zhuang Ziang to get on the bus.
Passing by the bus stop in front of the school, he happened to see the No. 19 bus, which slowly stopped 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, his face solemn.
Zhang Zhiyuan introduced himself: "Hello, I am Zhuang Ziang's head teacher. I came to learn about his condition."
"You are such a serious and responsible teacher." Chen Dexiu looked admiring.
"I heard from Zhuang Ziang that you are also a good doctor who is conscientious and responsible. Is there really no way?" Zhang Zhiyuan pleaded earnestly.
Next, the two discussed Zhuang Ziang's condition.
Chen Dexiu is a rigorous person with 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 it.
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!" Chen Dexiu sighed.
While the two were talking, Zhuang Ziang sat quietly on the side.
It seemed that the topic they were talking about had nothing to do with him.
It has been two days, and he gradually came out of the initial shock and sadness and accepted the reality calmly.
Think about so many classmates in the class, what will they look like when they are old? Gray hair, missing teeth, full of age spots, and 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 was in a particularly heavy mood and didn't speak for a long time.
"Teacher Zhang, don't be so serious, be happy." Zhuang Ziang said in a relaxed tone.
I imitated the tone of Little Butterfly and comforted the head teacher.
Anyway, nothing can be changed, so it is better to live happily every day.
"Zhuang Ziang, do you want to eat or drink anything?" Zhang Zhiyuan said sadly.
"I don't want to be sympathized and pitied." Zhuang Ziang said.
"No, that's not what I mean." 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 want to take the opportunity to kill Lao Zhang, I ate a little 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 went home alone.
Passing by a snack stand, I bought a hot dog 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 medicines was.
If you eat, you can live for three months, but if you don't eat, you can only live for ninety days?
He picked up the fish food and fed some to the goldfish.
It was once said that fish only have a seven-second memory.
It would be nice if I were a fish, I could forget all the sorrows and just swim without worries.
Next to the fish tank, there was a bamboo flute.
The red tassels were particularly bright.
This was the only thing Zhuang Ziang brought out from home.
He learned to play the flute for a while when he was a child, but later he was busy with his homework and gradually abandoned it.
Now when he picked it up again, playing the simplest "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star", he would also be hoarse and difficult to listen to.
Suddenly, a melody emerged in his mind.
It was the music he heard when he met Su Yudie yesterday, and it was very unfamiliar.
It was very pleasant, but also a little weird.
La So So Xi Do Xi La, Su La Xi Xi Xi Xi La Xi La So...
Zhuang Ziang tried to play it several times, but it was not a tune at all, so he gave up helplessly in the end.
Night has fallen. If the wind continues, I’m afraid the neighbors will come knocking on the door.
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