novelraw Chapter 90 You, Live In My Flying Youth
Chapter 90 You, Live In My Flying Youth
Chapter 90 You, Live In My Flying Youth
Lao Wang coughed lightly: "It's all in the past, why are you still talking about it?"
Fu Xiaojuan did not answer Lao Wang's question directly, but turned on her mobile phone and connected it to the Bluetooth speaker in the living room.
The soft piano prelude, like a clear stream of water, flows gently out of the speakers.
At the end of the prelude, the female singer's quiet and slightly sad voice was slowly pulled out like a thread.
[There are so many people in this world, among the crowd, there is an open door...]
Fu Xiaojuan rested her chin on her hand, listening to the singing, her eyes gradually drifted away.
【I live forever in my misty eyes, the first time I saw you, the blue morning...】
Almost 40 years have passed since the day I first met Fu Xiaojuan.
But the situation at that time was still clearly engraved in Lao Wang's mind.
On the day of junior high school registration, Lao Wang, who was still Xiao Wang, was hurriedly stepping on the stairs to the registration office.
One accidentally bumped into a girl who was walking down the stairs with a book in her arms.
The girl's books were scattered all over the floor, Xiao Wang hurriedly helped her pick them up, but bumped into the girl's little head.
Xiao Wang hurriedly said sorry, and glanced up inadvertently, and then saw the girl's face clearly.
A heart fell into the quagmire in an instant, and I couldn't pull it out!
That day, Fu Xiaojuan wore a ponytail and her eyes were so clear that she could see her own shadow.
She was wearing a blue T-shirt, white trousers, and white sneakers.
In the shy smile, there is a spotless innocence.
[The morning and evening in this long fate often make me look into the distance...]
When Lao Wang was in high school, what he looked forward to most every day was the unexpected encounter with Fu Xiaojuan on campus.
Looking at each other, Fu Xiaojuan would always give him a sweet and shy smile.
During morning exercises, there were two classes between them, but every time he turned left, Lao Wang would retreat slowly, just to find her in the crowd.
[Ash leaves are floating in the pond, watching the plane go to a distant country with a bang...]
The 17-year-old Wang was lying on the grass with dry grass in his mouth, watching the clouds and planes passing slowly across the sky.
Suddenly got up from the ground, and carved the names of himself and Fu Xiaojuan in the depths of the moso bamboo forest.
[The long corridor of time, the sound of footsteps shouting, the lights are on, and there is no one empty...]
At the suggestion of his best friend, Lao Wang deliberately crumpled the love letter into a crumpled ball, then sandwiched it in a thick "Gone with the Wind", and handed it to Fu Xiaojuan.
Fu Xiaojuan returned to her class seat, opened the book, and unfolded the crumpled letter paper.
The mood also became the same as that letter paper, crumpled and confused.
【Flashing in the evening wind, a few frames from the past, spinning while speeding, has it disappeared...】
In the evening, on a quiet path outside the campus.
Fu Xiaojuan lowered her head and bit her lips lightly: "I'm sorry, I...I don't want to think about things other than studying just yet."
At that time, Lao Wang felt his heart was hollowed out in an instant, and his whole body instantly became a walking dead.
[There is such a person in this world, living in me, flying youth...]
Lao Wang turned his pain into a short poem and published it in the school magazine.
The day before the college entrance examination, Lao Wang cut out this poem and put it in Fu Xiaojuan's classmate book.
[The long kiss soaked in tears often makes me think and dream. 】
kiss?
Lao Wang suddenly remembered the situation when he went to the art exhibition with Fu Xiaojuan a few days ago.
He actually... kissed Fu Xiaojuan too!
This song...isn't it about me?
Lao Wang wiped his face sadly, and when he looked at Fu Xiaojuan again, he saw that she was already in tears.
No!
Can't listen anymore!
If you continue to listen, the bright moonlight in front of the bed will turn into rice, and I can't help but eat it!
Extramarital affair...
How can such a dirty word become your own label? !
Lao Wang got up brazenly, walked to the Bluetooth speaker, and turned off the speaker with a "snap".
Then she took out a tissue and handed it to Fu Xiaojuan.
"Don't listen to this kind of music anymore, it will kill you!"
Fu Xiaojuan took the tissue and blew her nose loudly.
Lao Wang quickly handed over the tissue again, and Fu Xiaojuan wiped away her tears.
"In the days after the divorce, when I was sorting out my things, I accidentally found the diary I wrote in middle school, and the love letter you wrote to me..."
"I suddenly understood that at that time, I actually liked you too, but... I didn't know it."
Lao Wang quickly cut off Fu Xiaojuan's words: "We are all over fifty years old, and our son is already in college, can you stop talking about this?!"
Fu Xiaojuan raised her eyes to look at Lao Wang, and then suddenly smiled.
"You're thinking too much! I didn't come back this time to reunite with you, I just... just wanted to see if you were doing well."
Lao Wang suddenly felt a lump in his throat and wiped the corners of his eyes.
"I'm fine. I love my Chinese teaching career, and I get along well with my wife. My son is also very promising. He was admitted to a 985 school. I'm already very content, really."
Fu Xiaojuan nodded, sniffed, and raised her wine glass to Lao Wang.
"bless you!"
Lao Wang toasted to each other: "I also wish you two goals, you are still young and beautiful, and you will definitely find happiness in the rest of your life."
The corner of Fu Xiaojuan's mouth curled up: "Thank you."
Raising his glass, he raised his neck and drank the beer.
As soon as she put down the wine glass, Fu Xiaojuan's whole body trembled violently, and she suddenly fell uncontrollably to the ground beside her.
Lao Wang stood up suddenly, across the dining table, stretched out his arm and grabbed it violently.
He was grabbing Fu Xiaojuan's clothes on her chest.
"Thorn~~"
The sound of clothes being fried was heard.
Although her clothes were torn, Fu Xiaojuan's body was finally steady, and she leaned limply on the back of the chair, like a marionette with a broken string.
Lao Wang quickly walked around the dining table and came to Fu Xiaojuan.
He patted her cheek lightly.
"Xiaojuan, Xiaojuan, what's the matter with you?"
Fu Xiaojuan didn't respond, as if she was asleep.
Lao Wang hurriedly carried Fu Xiaojuan to lie down on the sofa in the living room, and immediately dialed 120.
…………
In the clinic of the hospital, the door is closed.
The doctor pointed to a CT scan and showed it to Lao Wang.
"There was a tumor in her head, and because of the compression of the nerves and a little stimulation, she fell into a coma."
There was a buzzing in Lao Wang's head, as if a nuclear bomb had exploded inside!
The whole person was limp, and he slumped heavily on the seat.
After staying for a long time, I remembered to ask: "Then how should I treat it now?"
The doctor shook his head and said, "In this position, if a craniotomy is performed, the probability of success is very low, and the probability of recurrence is also high. Now we can only do some conservative treatment."
"Conservative treatment?! Isn't that waiting for death?!"
The doctor sighed: "That can't be helped."
(End of this chapter)