if there is no tomorrow

Chapter 20
I have both wisdom and courage, and the deeds of cleverly dealing with the kidnappers have once again appeared in various media, and the overwhelming praise made me feel like I was dreaming.Luan Bingran's words came true, and I was really promoted as the hero and hope of this city.Before being interviewed by the media, Captain Fang and Director Feng had a secret conversation with me.Director Feng asked me if I saw the top-secret notice issued by the Municipal Bureau at the police station that night?I say yes.Captain Fang then asked me: "Why did you sell your cornea?"

I said, "I have cancer, and I can't stay in this world for more than half a year."

Director Feng and Captain Fang looked at each other, and Captain Fang finally said to Director Feng, "Take him for an interview."

I asked Captain Fang: "What are you going to do with the money I sold my cornea?"

Captain Fang patted me on the shoulder and said with a smile: "You have never sold corneas, what you filled in was donated corneas, and you were deceived by an organization that secretly sells human organs."

I said I understand, but I don't want to be interviewed, Captain Fang asked why?I said, "I have to bring Luan Bingran with me for the interview, but I am also worried that she will be retaliated by Xu Erpao's remnants in the future."

Captain Fang said: "Don't worry, there are a total of eight people in their gang, and now all of them have been arrested and brought to justice. They all have murder cases on their backs. It is impossible for them to be released again in this lifetime."

Director Feng also told me not to tell the media that I had cancer.I asked why?Director Feng couldn't tell why, but he felt it was inappropriate.I asked him again, where did he think it was inappropriate?Director Feng couldn't explain why, and finally he got a little impatient, so he said to me: "You can say whatever you want."

The relationship between Luan Bingran and I was a bit weird. That night in the cave, we both acted as lovers. Her hug, tears, and kisses gave me all my courage and wisdom.However, after being rescued by the police, the two of us became a public welfare relationship again. I am a cancer patient and she is my hospice caregiver.Last night, when the two of us came out after eating Japanese food together, my hand deliberately touched her hand, and she quickly put it into the down jacket, and deliberately said that it was very cold.I was very lost at the time, my heart was colder than the weather, I even regretted being rescued by the police, if we were still in Xu Erpao's hands, I'm sure Luan Bingran would still love me, love me, and shed tears for me .Even if both ears were cut off by Xu Erpao, I would not hesitate.I didn't sleep all night last night, and then I figured it out, Luan Bingran and I didn't have a foundation to love each other, the time we were together was only a few days, and I was a person who was not long in the world.What if I love you?If you love, it will only add pain to those who survive.Thinking of this layer, I was relieved.

The interview location was arranged in a large conference room of a five-star hotel. Besides me, Wei Dangjun, Jack, Ruth and Luan Bingran came to be interviewed. The five of us sat on the stage, and the audience sat It was full of reporters, and there were video cameras and cameras like guns and short guns.Moreover, my ex-wife and my son also came. The two of them sat in the first row. The ex-wife kept smiling at me and gave me her thumbs up.The shape of her mouth seemed to say only two words: calamus!

The interview was very lively, basically the other four people were talking, and I was ashamed to flaunt myself.Although most of the reporters asked me questions, I always left the topic to everyone, especially Wei Dangjun, who was good at talking about scenes.In the middle of the interview, a female reporter who was very cunning asked me: "Mr. Yu, how can you have a contact number for the underground trafficking of human organs and tissues?"

I said: "I searched online and contacted one of them through QQ, so I have their phone number."

The chicken thief female reporter asked again: "How can you, an ordinary citizen, be connected with a criminal organization?"

I didn't know how to answer for a while, and other people couldn't answer this question for me. The scene became awkward in an instant, and all the reporters listened to my explanation.I believe that the video cameras and cameras on the scene must have pushed their lenses up at this moment, and they are taking close-ups of my face.Director Feng, who presided over the on-site interview, hurriedly smoothed things over for me, saying that Mr. Yu was unwell, and announced the end of the interview.There was some commotion at the scene, which was the voice of many reporters out of dissatisfaction.In fact, I have a lot of answers and filings now, and each of them can help me overcome this barrier. For example, the other party took the initiative to add my QQ, asked me if I would like to donate my cornea, etc., but I didn't want to prevaricate.I know that all journalists are human beings, and they will grab this topic and ask the bottom line. Therefore, one lie needs a thousand lies to cover up.I have less than half a year left, and I don't want to live my life in a lie.So, I stood up, and the scene fell silent for a moment. I cleared my throat and said, "I took the initiative to find organizations that sell human organs, because I sold my corneas."

The interview scene was like a frying pan. My answer made the reporter very excited. I was so excited that I couldn't find a suitable question for a while.My adrenaline is like a flood breaking a bank, and my excitement is definitely higher than that of the reporters present. My brain or my soul seems to be out of the shell, swaying and rippling in the sky above the conference room, admiring every move I made. A scene that can be controlled by opening your mouth.Two months ago, even in my [-]-square-meter home, it was not something I could control.Two months later, I was able to control the excitement of all media reporters in Beijing.I should fucking be thankful for pancreatic cancer, if it wasn't for pancreatic cancer, how could I have had such a good week of my life?Director Feng left the host stage, walked up to me and said to me: "Mr. Yu, are you feeling unwell? Let's go to the lounge to have a rest first."

With a wave of my hand, I rejected director Feng's steps, and the reporters under the stage fell silent when they saw my gesture.The previous female reporter then asked: "Mr. Yu, why did you sell your cornea?"

I retracted my brain from the venue and said to the female reporter: "Because I have pancreatic cancer, my life is less than half a year. I don't want to donate my corneas to the hospital, so I want to donate them to social charity." organization, but accidentally donated it to an organization that sells human organs underground.”

There was a slight exclamation in the venue, and I also saw my ex-wife crying.At this time, a male reporter stood up, took the microphone handed over by the waiter, and said to me: "I'm sorry, Mr. Yu, first of all, I sympathize with you for suffering from cancer, but I have another question, how did you find out that they were Tissues that secretly sell human organs?"

I said, "Because they paid me."

The male reporter asked: "How much did you pay?"

I said, "Forty-five thousand."

The male reporter said: "This price must be a black market price. Could it be that Mr. Yu was not vigilant at the time?"

I asked the male reporter: "Is there any ordinary person who is free to sell corneas? Your media didn't tell us citizens that we should be vigilant when facing human organs at what price. There are many media who always criticize ordinary people for not being vigilant. We ordinary people should be wary of scammers who come to sell products at home, be wary of drunk driving when walking on the street, be wary of unscrupulous vendors when going to the market to buy vegetables, be wary of counterfeit wine when drinking, and be wary of rice when eating, even if we are all vigilant all over the body. Sex dog, we still have time to nap and sleep."

I feel like, for the past two months, I've only just begun to understand my body: when I'm high, my IQ skyrockets.This late discovery cannot be blamed on me, if it is to be blamed, it can only be attributed to my character, and the development of my character should be attributed to my wretched life, and my wretched life and character should be attributed to the education I received since childhood.I have always been thin, small and ugly since I was a child. It was almost like my grandma didn’t kiss my uncle or love me. I clearly remember what my dad said to the teacher on the first day when he sent me to school: “I will leave the child to you , should be beaten, should be scolded."

My teachers are honest, they hit when they shouldn't, and they scold when they shouldn't.The only reason the teachers beat and scolded me was because I was always out of my mind, and my soul could not even stay in the classroom for a class.In the ten years of school life, I sat in the classroom and wandered almost every day. During the few moments when I was awake, I would hear teachers and classmates guessing behind my back. They all suspected that I was mentally retarded.In order not to listen to such annoying gossip, I indulged my soul more and more, so that my soul didn't want my own stinky skin for a while.From school to work, from workplace to family, is it easy for a person who looks obscene in the eyes of outsiders but mentally handicapped inside?So, I want to thank pancreatic cancer. If I didn't get cancer, I'm afraid I won't be able to find my G-spot in my life.

With a sound of "bai", Luan Bingran snapped her fingers in front of my eyes, and I realized that my ex-wife was standing in front of me with my son.The ex-wife's eyes were rotten from crying, and she threw herself into my arms sobbing, begging me to go home and live.Two months ago, if my ex-wife had treated me like this, I would have been the one with crying eyes.My stupid son may have inherited my out-of-body stunt. He stared blankly at a ball of paper on the ground for several minutes.Until his mother dragged him away, Gou Ri's son didn't even look at me, and continued to stare reluctantly at the ball of paper on the ground.I couldn't help calling my son, walked over to hug him, and whispered in his ear: "Son, you are different from other children. It's okay if you can't recite the alphabet, because when they recite the alphabet in the classroom, Your soul has traveled through the ages, you have traveled so far, and you have seen far more things than your classmates, so you will be more knowledgeable than all your classmates in the future."

The son's eyes suddenly brightened, and he asked me timidly: "But I...I always want to come back."

I said, "You can go as far as you can. The people on Earth are here. When you come back, they will be there."

The son asked again: "People on Earth don't seem to like us very much."

I said: "People on Earth will like us, but you have to find the key to communicate with people on Earth."

My son asked me, "What is the key to communication?"

I said, "The keys to a relationship are courage, kindness, and love."

(End of this chapter)