The last three months of life

"Doctor Chen, do I need to avoid certain foods for my illness?" "I can stop eating or drinking hot pot, barbecue, milk tea, and cola recently." "I can also go to bed early and get up early, and stop staying up late." Zhuang Ziang stared at the attending doctor Chen Dexiu with a sincere face. Because he felt vaguely that his physical condition seemed very bad. Chen Dexiu was about fifty years old, with a Mediterranean hairstyle and thick gold-rimmed glasses. The banners on the wall behind him silently told of his superb medical skills and high moral character. "No, eat whatever you want!" Such a light sentence sounded like a bolt from the blue to Zhuang Ziang. Deafening! The diagnosis handed over by Chen Dexiu was printed with dense medical terms. Translated, it was about eight words. Incurable disease, powerless to save the situation. "Doctor Chen, how much time do I have left?" Zhuang Ziang's voice trembled, and his heart was filled with fear of death. "Three months at most, look at it more positively, no one can escape this day." Chen Dexiu sighed helplessly. As a doctor, he is used to seeing life and death, and thought he had already calmed down. But seeing such a young boy, he will soon die, still feels sad. In the face of illness, life seems particularly fragile. Zhuang Ziang held the diagnosis in his hand, and he didn't remember how he left the hospital. His mind was blank, and he walked on the road in a daze, knocking down several shared bicycles. At the age of eighteen, in this season of peach blossoms, life has already begun to count down. Three months, ninety days, two thousand one hundred and sixty hours... Chen Dexiu said three months, but in fact it may not be that long. In a blink of an eye, he will say goodbye to this world. He is obviously not mentally prepared. Tears slid silently along the corners of his eyes. All the sadness and regrets filled his chest together, and he didn't know how to vent. There is a wholesale market outside the hospital. Zhuang Ziang saw that the clothing store was full of colorful cheap clothes. The loud speaker at the door was tirelessly shouting about loss-making sales and clearance sales. His clothes were still stained with the unpleasant smell of disinfectant, and now he just wanted to take them off and throw them away. It seemed that this would allow him to draw a clear line with the hospital. Would the pace of death be slower? It was just a ridiculous self-deception. "Boss, how much is that dress?" Zhuang Ziang pointed to a very gaudy floral shirt. It was colorful, like an overturned palette. In the hospital, everything was sickly pale. He now desperately wanted more color in his life. "Thirty yuan." The boss reminded the boy in front of him hesitantly: "But this style is not suitable for you." Zhuang Ziang took out the money: "It doesn't matter, I like it very much." The gaudy floral shirt was very inconsistent with his gentle temperament, like a child who stole adult clothes. Next, Zhuang Ziang went to the bookstore and bought 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 product taro ball bobo. Returning to school, Zhuang Ziang was stopped by the security guard at the door. Although the school does not force students to wear school uniforms, it is still not allowed to wear strange clothes. The flowered shirt on Zhuang Ziang was too eye-catching. Until he showed his student ID and the leave note signed by the head teacher, the security guard called to confirm and let him in. "Alas, the students nowadays are so unruly, what kind of words are they!" Zhuang Ziang stepped into the school gate and heard the sigh of the security uncle behind him, and a sense of sadness rose in his heart. The uncle didn't know that this unruly student had ranked first in the whole grade for two consecutive years. He was a three-good student and an outstanding student cadre selected by the city. But for Zhuang Ziang at this moment, all these have become empty names. Three months later, everything about him will be gone like smoke. It was the end of get out of class time, and the playground was noisy. Outside the classroom of Class 9, several students were chasing and playing. When Zhuang Ziang, dressed like a big rooster, walked into the classroom, he immediately attracted the attention of the whole class. "Oh my god, what's wrong with him? He actually came to school dressed like this." "He was caught by the dean of teaching, and he started with a 3,000-word self-review." "Zhuang Ziang asked for sick leave yesterday. It seems that he was seriously ill!" Zhuang Ziang ignored the monster-like eyes of his classmates and walked straight to his seat. After taking a deep breath, he handed the taro balls to the girl at the front table. "Mushi, I'm sorry, I stood you up yesterday. I bought you milk tea to make amends." Lin Mushi, a goddess of the school beauty level. She has a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes and skin as white as milk, just like a delicate princess. Such a girl is never short of suitors around her. But she turned a blind eye to other boys, but always showed her tender side to Zhuang Ziang. The two sat at the tables in front and behind each other, spending time together day and night, and formed a very pure and precious friendship. A movie was released yesterday, and Lin Mushi made an appointment early in the morning for Zhuang Ziang to accompany her to watch it. But Zhuang Ziang had to go to the hospital for treatment, so he had to postpone it to another day. "Why didn'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 them were from Lin Mushi. "Zhuang Ziang, I heard from Li Huangxuan that you asked for leave to go to the hospital." "Are you okay? You can go to the movie next time." "If you don't reply to the message, I will ignore you." It was obviously caring, but between the lines, you can read a little arrogance. Zhuang Ziang's nose was sour and he almost cried. He tried to restrain his sadness: "Mushi, I'm fine. If you drink some milk tea, it means you forgive me, okay?" Lin Mushi stared at her Danfeng eyes, hesitated for a moment, and took a sip of milk tea. The taste is delicate, sweet and smooth. "I just didn't forgive you because I was thirsty." Zhuang Ziang tried his best to squeeze out a bitter smile. At this time, a tall and thin boy came in, sat down next to Zhuang Ziang, and yelled at the top of his voice. "Son, what are you wearing? Aren't you afraid that Lao Zhang will chop you alive?" Li Huangxuan is Zhuang Ziang's deskmate and best friend. They have always been father and son. As soon as he entered the classroom, he saw Zhuang Ziang's flowered shirt and thought he was dazzled. Zhuang Ziang is the class monitor and a three-good student. He has always been law-abiding and obedient. He is the most trustworthy student in the teacher. But today he took the lead in making trouble and wore strange clothes. "Son, I went to the hospital and wanted to change my mood." Zhuang Ziang explained with a relaxed tone. "Not bad, tasteful, add a big gold chain around your neck, it will be more tasteful." Li Huangxuan laughed and teased. "For you." Zhuang Ziang put the set of "Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" heavily on Li Huangxuan's desk. Li Huangxuan is a martial arts fan and often secretly reads idle books. Now seeing this gift, he was overjoyed. He put his arm around Zhuang Ziang's shoulders: "Son, you are really filial. Did you win the lottery?" Zhuang Ziang made up a very careless excuse: "It's still eight months, and it will be your birthday!" Lin Mushi laughed happily after hearing this. His large chest rose and fell. Looking at his two close friends, Zhuang Ziang cried out in his heart. I can't bear to leave you!