The shimmering lost dusty summer

Chapter 28 Happy Shimmer (7)
"Yes..., Wu Qi," the mother hesitated for a while, looking at the warm wind, she seemed to realize something, her face suddenly turned pale, and after a moment of hesitation, she said with some difficulty, "He said, he said that Wu Zheng was in the hospital just now. Sudden illness again, it’s no longer possible.”

"What!" As if his chest was suddenly pierced by something sharp, Nuan Feng felt his blood congeal suddenly, he must have heard it wrong, himself or his mother, "Mom, did you hear it wrong?"

"Wu Qi said that the relapse occurred around nine o'clock, and now I only have one breath." The mother panicked looking at the warm wind.

It was when she and Ding Yu were on the road.

"Impossible, the doctor said he was out of danger?" Nuan Feng shook his head, his eyes were instantly bloodshot, but there were no tears.

She was a little unsteady, and staggered to the sofa to take the mobile phone from her bag, and then saw that the three missed calls on the top were all from Wu Qi, she felt cold, pressed the callback, and hurriedly pressed Dropped, carrying the bag and said, "I'm going to the hospital."

"Warm wind, it's so late." Mother followed a few steps.

The warm wind has already rushed out to the door.

The heating in the hospital surrounded her, but the warm wind still felt her whole body was cold. She shook her body and pushed open the door of the ward, and then saw Wu's mother crying bitterly on Wu Zheng's body, and Wu Qi and Wu Qi's parents were still standing beside the bed.

She was a little afraid to move forward, and stood at the door for a long time, Wu Qi saw her, stretched out his hand to pull her, and said hoarsely: "Nuanfeng, Wu Zheng is waiting for you."

Wu Zheng is waiting for her, that's why he refuses to close his eyes?

Nuanfeng walked to Wu Zheng's bed and saw that his eyes were slightly open but out of focus.

"Wu Zheng." She called out with a trembling voice.

no respond.

"Wu Zheng." She called again.

Still no response.

In the past, when she called him like this, even if it was just a soft call, he would turn around with a smile and say: Nuanfeng, are you here?

Now it seems that he can't hear or respond, but his eyes are slightly open. What is he looking at? Didn't he say he was waiting for her?But just looking in one direction and ignoring her?
She had never tried such a day that Wu Zheng would completely ignore her, no matter how much she shouted, she would be indifferent. She always felt that even if the sky fell, even if everyone betrayed her, at least Wu Zheng would say next to her, warm air, it doesn't matter.However, now that the sky is not falling, the person in front of him ignores him and just lies on the bed with a pale face, looking at a void. Does this mean that he is leaving?
Suddenly she was at a loss, turned around and pulled Wu Qi abruptly, and asked anxiously: "His eyes are still open, is there hope? Maybe he will get better after a while, right?" She shook Wu Qi vigorously, She said hope in her mouth, but the despair in her heart did not fade away.

Wu Qi just let her shake it, and it took a long time before he said: "It's already, there is no way." It was just a few words, but it was extremely difficult to say, Nuan Feng was already in tears when he saw him.

Wu Qi never cried, at least she had never seen him cry, and the tears all over his face made Nuanfeng feel shocking.

There is no other way, Wu Qi said in tears, so her rationality told her that there was really no other way.

But he refused to close his eyes, lying on the bed and looking at Wu Zheng, looking in one direction without focus.

She turned her head and looked in that direction. In fact, it was just a white ceiling, but for no reason, she remembered that young boy and she went to the city by car to participate in a competition many years ago. She gave him an apple, and he blushed. at a loss.

Is he watching this?Still watching that time she and Wu Qi sang happy birthday to him?
Wu Zheng, Wu Zheng, she has always known his heart, how deep it is, how unwilling he is, she has always known it, but never said it, even now, she just watched with her eyes slightly open, still silent.

"If you don't say it, I'll tell it." She held his face slightly, the touch was warm, and this kind of warmth will disappear soon?She couldn't imagine that Wu Zheng, who was as gentle as water, would become cold all over one day, and her hands could not stop shaking. She inhaled hard, and in response to Wu Zheng's intention, she lowered her head and kissed Wu Zheng's lips slightly.

Clearly her eyes were closed, but she felt that she saw Wu Zheng smiling when she touched Wu Zheng's lips. She hurriedly opened her eyes, and what she saw was that Wu Zheng's slightly opened eyes had been closed.

With a bang, something exploded in her head. She actually knew what had happened, but she just pretended that she didn't hear the sudden loud cry of people all over the room, and she didn't see the faintly flashing electrocardiogram that was only a little bit. Meaningless straight lines.

Wu Zheng is not alive, she told herself stubbornly.

"Some things really can't be stopped. Warm air, you want to turn it on." Wu Qi said this when he came out of Wu Zheng's funeral and delivered the warm air.

Nuanfeng was holding a white box, which was given to her by Wu Zheng's mother, saying that it was the most precious thing when Wu Zheng was alive. She never dared to open it, but just hugged it in her arms.

The weather was getting colder and colder. She looked at the bare branches on both sides of the road expressionlessly. A month or two ago, the branches and leaves were clearly lush, but now there is no sign of life. The same is true for human life. Life and death are helpless.

"You don't have to see me off, I want to walk alone." She said to Wu Qi beside her.

Wu Qi looked at her for a while, then looked up at the cold weather, sighed and said, "Okay, call me when you get home."

Nuan Feng nodded silently and walked forward.

Wu Qi kept watching the warm wind go away, and after a while, he lowered his head and kicked the ground lightly. In the future, he should rarely see her.

And he seemed to have just realized that it was impossible for him and the warm wind.

"Wu Zheng, in fact, for so many years, in her heart, I have always been inferior to you. Are you very proud?" He muttered to himself, and then there was a bitter smile on his face.

The warm wind kept walking forward, without gloves, holding the box like this, his hands were already cold.

Clearly said to be out of danger.

She was still entangled with that sentence in her mind, and still couldn't believe that Wu Zheng was dead.

Wu Zheng died, she stopped suddenly, and then looked at the box in her arms as if waking up from a dream.

There were benches for people to rest on the side of the road, and there was no one to sit on in such a cold weather. She walked over, sat down, and then with frozen hands, she finally decided to open the box in her hand.

The box contained a glass bottle, and Nuan Feng reached out to take the bottle out of the box. The whole bottle was made of lucky stars made of color tubes, which she folded after several nights. I made the same wish: I hope Wu Zheng's illness will be cured.

Her hands trembled uncontrollably. Nuan Feng looked at the bottle of Lucky Star in her hand. It turned out to be a lie and was useless. She suddenly hated the bottle in her hand. They didn't protect Wu Zheng, but how did they become Wu Zheng's most precious thing?

What a fool.

Something poured into her eyes, she blinked vigorously, and wanted to put the bottle back, but then saw a picture on the box, and took a moment to pick it up, the picture turned out to be herself.

Childish face, smiling.

When was that photo taken?She looked at the photo over and over again, and then saw a line of words behind the photo, which was written in Wu Zheng's handwriting, written in italics, elegant and elegant.

"On September 9, ××××year, I fell in love with you."

September 9, ××××?Isn't it her first day of high school?She suddenly remembered that the pink dress in the photo was made by her mother for her when she entered high school. At that time, there were people from the student union holding cameras to take pictures of the scene of welcoming new students. Could this photo be taken at that time?
i fall in love with youIs Wu Zheng in love with her?Who else could it be written on the back of her photo?

That day should be the first time they met, and they wrote "I love you" with such firm words when they first met, and then for more than ten years, they just stayed by her side, like a brother, just smiling, just whispering She never said love, but once in a while, she said love very seriously, but she forgot it like a joke.

Love is so heavy, but he has carried it for more than ten years.

There was a sore feeling in her nose, she looked at herself in the photo, her chest seemed to be blocked by something, it was uncomfortable, she gently stroked her chest, raised her eyes to look at the desolation everywhere, and finally realized a fact: a person with For more than ten years, she heard her talk about the pain in her heart and the joy in her heart, helping her, smiling at her, and calling her softly: warm wind, the old friend who accompanied her has finally left and will never come back again.

Grief broke out of the cocoon suddenly at this time, from knowing that Wu Zheng died until the moment before was still in shock and disbelief, only at this moment did I really feel the pain, biting my whole heart like a bite.

The sourness finally turned into tears, and she didn't cry at the funeral, but now she was holding the box and weeping uncontrollably.

Ding Yu waited far away at the gate of the community, and when he saw her, he walked up.

Her eyes were still red, and she walked forward foolishly holding the box.

"Are you okay?" Ding Yu held her arm and looked down at her face.

The warm wind didn't move, didn't speak, and looked at the ground.

"Warm wind?" He pulled her, and then the warm wind softened her whole body. He was startled and reached out to hug her. Her forehead touched his face, and it was hot.

"Warm air?" He called again, but she didn't respond, he panicked and hugged her horizontally.

Next door to Ding Yu is a doctor's family. The husband and wife are both doctors in a large hospital. The host of this family has played basketball with Ding Yu several times, and now Ding Yu directly drags him over.

"I've already had an injection, don't worry, it's just a cold, sleep it, and I'll be fine tomorrow morning." A doctor is always calm, and any illness is just a minor ailment in his eyes.

Ding Yu looked at him not very trusting, and refused to let go of the hand that had been holding the warm air.

"Girlfriend?" The doctor looked at him and smiled.

Ding Yu said nothing, and pointed to the door, which meant that he could leave.

He played a few games with Ding Yu and became a neighbor for several months. He knew his temper somewhat, and the doctor was not angry. It's over." Without waiting for Ding Yu's reaction, he quickly closed the door.

When the room fell silent, Ding Yu kept looking at the warm wind, and then reached out to stroke her forehead, which was still a little hot.

That day Nuanfeng told him not to meet again, he said no directly, and stubbornly sent her downstairs, but he was really angry and wanted to see her for a few days, but he knew when he went to the hospital for a follow-up visit I got the news from Wu Zheng.

"Will you be so sad when I die someday?" He withdrew his hand and said with some taste, then smiled self-deprecatingly, and asked himself, "No way?"

Like You Yin, he stretched out his hand to caress Nuan Feng's face again, the hot but soft touch made him linger, and then he heard the phone in the Nuan Feng bag rang.

He didn't want to wake up the warm wind, so he hurriedly took out his phone and pressed it, and then saw "Mom" displayed on it.

It was Fu Lei calling.

After thinking about it, he went to the outhouse and called the fat man on his mobile phone.

"Call Fu Lei for me, and say that Nuanfeng is in a bad mood to chat with your family. He is drunk and won't go home today."

The fat man let out an "oh" and immediately realized, "Who is Fu Lei?"

"The warm wind is her mother."

The fat man said "Oh" again, and immediately said: "But the warm wind doesn't drink."

"Why are you talking so much nonsense, I told you to say that, just do as you say, that's it." He said and pressed the phone.

Walking back to the bedroom, Ding Yu leaned on the door and looked at her, and said to himself, "Don't want to meet me? I'll keep you here so that no one can find you. Believe it or not?" The tone was angry, and then he picked up the remote control of the air conditioner, turned it up a few degrees, and lay down directly on the floor.

He only had a quilt for the warm air, so he could only cover his body with a coat, and then he didn't go to sleep on the sofa in the hall, he insisted on sleeping on the hard floor.

It seems to be the waiting hall of the airport. Someone asked her: When I die, will you be so sad?

She couldn't answer, and seeing him dragging his luggage into the ticket gate, he said that he was going back to the United States.

There was only a small dot left in the sky, and the plane thought it was flying far away, but suddenly there was a "boom" in the air, and then the small dot fell down rapidly.

With a cry of warm wind, he sat up abruptly, gasping for breath, sweating all over his body.

When the light came on, Ding Yu was sleepy. Seeing Nuan Feng's expression, he looked at the time on the phone next to him and asked, "Did you have a nightmare?"

Nuan Feng was still panting hard, when he saw Ding Yu, his despairing eyes suddenly lit up, and at the same time he recovered from the nightmare, he subconsciously stroked his sweaty face, still in shock .

After a long while, she took the hand covering her face, looked around the room, and said, "Where is this?"

Ding Yu stood up and said, "Where I live."

Nuan Feng was startled, and suddenly realized something, panicked, and asked, "What time is it?"

"It's past two o'clock in the middle of the night." Ding Yu glanced at his phone again.

Hearing that it was past two o'clock, the warm wind came down from the bed all of a sudden, and the swaying body walked directly outside the house.

"I already asked Fatty to call your mother and say that you are staying overnight at his house." Ding Yu knew what she was worrying about and said behind her.

"I still want to go back."

"It's strange that you go back now." Ding Yu said, taking a step forward.

I said that I spent the night at someone else's house, how could I come home again in the middle of the night?The warm air caressed his forehead, and he leaned against the wall. That's right, so my mother would be suspicious.

"Why don't you take me straight home?" But across the road.

"Your mother must have said that I was the victim, and there is a doctor next door." Ding Yu said as he walked forward and reached out to her.

She subconsciously wanted to hide, but she tilted her head, but his big palm was still precisely touching her forehead, and he moved it away after a while, then touched her own forehead, and said to herself: "It seems that the fever has subsided," and then Holding her hand again, he said, "Sleep a little longer, don't stand like this."

Only then did Nuanfeng take a closer look at him. He was wearing a loose T-shirt and shorts, barefoot, sleepy-eyed, and his head was slightly tilted to one side.

"What's wrong with your head?" She asked suddenly without knowing what to think.

Ding Yu stroked his neck subconsciously, and said, "I slept on the floor just now, and I seem to have twisted my neck." He moved his head as he spoke, as if it hurt, and his brows frowned.

Nuan Feng watched his movements, recalling the dream just now in his mind, and that sense of fear surged up again.

Thankfully it was a dream.

She stared at Ding Yu for a while, and then said for no reason: "Is there any safflower oil? I'll apply it for you."

Ding Yu was stunned for a moment, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, and said, "It should be." This should be his essential medicine, because sprains were common when playing basketball in the past.

It’s just that it’s been useless for a long time now, and it’s placed in a pile of sundries. Ding Yu finds it out and passes it to the warm air. He feels himself sitting on the floor next to the bed, pulling off the T-shirt on the sprained side, revealing his strong body. shoulder.

The pungent smell of safflower oil permeated the air, and Ding Yu felt the warm wind touch his shoulders with hot but extremely soft hands, and then rubbed them vigorously back and forth until they became hot. It was more intense, and for some reason, he felt his whole body burn.

Maybe the air conditioner was turned on too much, maybe the medicinal properties of the safflower oil came out, and the soft touch on the shoulder made him a little dry.

I really want to hold that hand.

"I had a dream just now." Nuan Feng stopped at this moment and said softly.

He came back to his senses, and just said "um", thinking in his heart, he must have dreamed about Wu Zheng, she was so sad.

"I dreamed that you went back to the United States, because I said we don't want to meet again," Nuan Feng finished the medicine, took the safflower oil in his hand, and looked at the beautiful color in the bottle, "then something happened on the plane, you died gone."

Ding Yu was startled, and looked back at her, she was holding the bottle of safflower oil in her hand.

"In the dream, you asked me: Will I be sad when you die? Then the plane you were on crashed directly, and I saw your body, bloody and bloody." When she said this, she was thinking about the dream In the scene, the voice trembled slightly.

"Then, are you sad?" Ding Yu followed her words and asked, was it sad?Or was it what she expected?
(End of this chapter)