The Door Keeps Getting Smaller And Smaller

A week before National Day, Wu Yuan received a call from Wang Cuixiu.

"Ohara, have you had lunch?"

"get out of class ends."

"Oh." Wang Cuixiu asked, "How are you studying lately? Are everything okay?"

Wu Yuan frowned, "Mom, what happened at home?"

"Ohara, can you..." Wang Cuixiu's voice hesitated, "Can you ask your classmates to borrow some money?"

Wu Yuan just came out of the autopsy room with his mobile phone sandwiched between his ears and shoulders. He paused when he heard that, and asked directly, "How much?"

"Five thousand." Wang Cuixiu said immediately, "No, if not, one... one or two thousand is fine."

Wang Cuixiu's hand on the other end trembles a little while holding the phone. Her son hasn't spent a penny from them since he went to college. The living expenses and tuition fees in the past few years have been earned by working part-time.

They have never asked, and do not know whether it is hard or difficult.

Now that her son is still studying, Gu herself is choking, and she can't open her mouth until there is nowhere to go.

"I can think of a way for the money." Wu Yuan walked away from his classmates and walked to the corner. "Tell me, what's wrong with the family?"

Wang Cuixiu said softly, "Your father is in the hospital."

Wu Yuan's lips pressed, "What's the matter?"

Wang Cuixiu evaded, "It's just... I'm sick."

After hanging up the phone, Wu Yuan stood by the sink to wash his hands. He washed his hands back and forth with soap several times. In the afternoon, he asked the counselor for leave and bought a ticket.

Wu Yuan was always calm when he was in the car. He didn't expect that when he got home, he would yell at him after hearing the truth.

It turned out that Wu Dongqiang often went to a barbershop in town to play with the woman who had a haircut. The husband of the woman who worked in the field suddenly came back the day before yesterday. He caught | raped | in bed, and beat Wu Dongqiang to death in anger, if not for the neighborhood. The neighbors stopped him and killed him early.

"Mom sold the shop, it's still five thousand short." Wang Cuixiu looked at her son with a haggard face, "Xiaoyuan, your dad is still lying in the hospital. The doctor said that only enough money can be performed. You see what we want to do. ?"

The relatives stayed behind closed doors. When the villagers heard that she raised the money, they all turned down. She could only rely on her only son to make decisions.

Wu Yuan took a deep breath, "Mom, are you crazy? He messes with other women, what do you care about him?"

Wang Cuixiu clenched both hands, with red blood in her eyes, "I don't care about him, no one will care."

A sense of powerlessness emerged spontaneously, Wu Yuan said in a mocking tone, "Look at what he has done over the years? What is the difference with a waste?"

"Anyone can talk about him, but you can't." Wang Cuixiu trembled, "He is your father!"

With a bang, Wu Yuan slammed the door and went out.

He wiped his eyes as he walked. After so many years, the man had a bad temper, was addicted to alcohol and gambling, and he had made batch after batch of fox-pen dog friends, idle and nothing.

There is no other use except to provide a fine|| son.

The whole family was dragged down. He would never understand why his mother was so good, why he had to compromise and endure repeatedly.

Wu Yuan walked to his alma mater unconsciously. He sat on the stone steps outside the classroom with his hair hanging down.

More than half an hour later, Lu Shenxing came out with the textbook, stretched his legs and kicked as he passed by, Wu Yuan stood up and followed him step by step.

"Your school is closed early on November?"

"No."

Lu Shenxing tilted his head, "Then what's wrong with your frustrated look?"

"My dad's business." Wu Yuan said the matter.

Lu Shenxing paused. The original plot did not describe Wu Yuan's parents in detail, but only explained that Wu Yuan's family was poor. In the end, Wu Yuan wrote a paragraph when an old woman came to see him when he was in the mental hospital.

"How much is the surgery fee?"

"I have money."

Wu Yuan's toes rubbed against the ground, and his voice was dumb, "I want you to accompany me."

After calling Wang Cuixiu, Lu Shenxing returned to the dormitory to take the bag, and went to the hospital with Wu Yuan.

Behind the tricycle, Lu Shenxing's hand was grasped by Wu Yuan, and their noses were gray.

"You have to be prepared."

Lu Shenxing remembered that visit. Wu Yuan and Wu Dongqiang are not close, but for every child, the role of father is tall and respectable.

It's just that the respect and love will over time, their growth, a little bit of change, can become deeper and deeper, or they may gradually fade away.

But even with repeated disappointments, his father is still an irreplaceable part of his life.

Wu Yuan lowered his eyes, "Teacher, do you only want me in this life?" What he can't tolerate is betrayal, so he can't understand his mother.

"Yeah." Lu Shenxing said, "As long as you are."

His promise flowed into the deepest part of Wu Yuan's heart. With the lock, it was firmly fixed there and rooted.

At the entrance of the hospital, Wang Cuixiu looked around. She saw Lu Shenxing and Wu Yuan getting off the tricycle and ran over immediately. She was embarrassed and said to Lu Shenxing, "Thank you, Teacher Zhang."

"It's okay." Lu Shenxing said as he walked, "have done the operation first."

Wang Cuixiu rubbed her pants with her hands, her vision blurred, "Hey!"

When Wu Yuan paid the money, Wang Cuixiu kept wiping tears. Lu Shenxing shook his head and sighed. Some people's lives are full of negative things, and God still treats him well, such as Wu Dongqiang.

His wife is hardworking and virtuous, and his son is strong and independent.

The operation was very successful. The doctor said that a person would wake up in about 48 hours, but the spinal nerves were severely damaged and the lower body could not walk normally.

Hearing this result, Lu Shenxing's Adam's apple rolled.

Wang Cuixiu's expression was calm, her voice trembled, and she showed an expression that was uglier than crying, "That's fine, save him and run out again."

Wu Yuan raised his eyes abruptly, and then turned towards him, still resentful after all.

"Mr. Zhang, thank you for running." Wang Cuixiu said, "Ohara, you send it to Teacher Zhang."

Wu Yuan put the oranges on the table, turned around and left the ward.

Wang Cuixiu looked at the back of them leaving. She watched for a long time, something welled up in her eyes, and then slowly sank, as if nothing had happened.

Walking out of the hospital, Lu Shenxing suddenly said, "Your mother should already know about us."

Wu Yuan didn't panic. He was no longer the hairy boy he used to be. He muttered and said, "I will deal with it."

"She didn't directly question, it means she had an idea." Lu Shenxing frowned, and Zhang Dafu also wanted to explain.

Wu Yuan said, "Then I will wait for her to mention it."

He asked abruptly, "Teacher, how old are you?"

Lu Shenxing's temple hurts, "What do you do with this?"

Wu Yuan ignored his question, "Thirty dozen?"

Lu Shenxing looked calm, "I am eighteen."

Wu Yuan, "...Don't make trouble."

Back at the dormitory, Lu Shenxing gave him his ID card, "See it for yourself, do you want me to give you the calculator so you can calculate the age gap between us?"

Wu Yuan looked at his ID card and put it in the drawer, "Teacher, I'm just worried about your health."

"Wu Yuan, you are a medical student. You should understand better than ordinary people. No one can predict the impermanence of life and death, and it cannot be stopped." Every word Lu Shenxing said was like a needle piercing Wu Yuan's heart. .

After a long while, Wu Yuan buried his face in Lu Shenxing's neck and sighed softly, "Teacher...you intentionally made me sad..."

Lu Shenxing was made uncomfortable by this force majeure sadness. He patted Wu Yuan on the back and touched it up and down, "Okay, go and wash your face."

"Your dad's situation may not be that bad."

Wu Yuan didn't say a word. Although he has not been responsible for an operation, he has mastered too much theoretical knowledge, and he has entered the operating room with the dean many times and participated in the whole process.

His father's condition has not changed, it will only get worse, medical expenses are okay, and the setback of losing his mobility is too great.

After Wu Dongqiang woke up, he was very emotionally unstable. He seemed to have lost his mind. He smashed whatever he caught, crying his nose and tears on his face.

"Go! Get out of me!"

Several nurses restrained him and gave him a sedative forcibly.

Wu Yuan stood by, and at this moment he truly realized that his father had spent half of his life and was old.

Wang Cuixiu said, "You can go back to look after the house. Mom can do it alone."

Wu Yuan recites it, "I will guard at night."

Wang Cuixiu could not move him, "Bring a blanket over, it’s cold at night."

Wu Yuan called the school to explain the situation at home. The school approved his request. He accompanies Wang Cuixiu to take care of Wu Dongqiang and take care of the shaky home.

Good things don’t go out, bad things spread thousands of miles away. People in the village know about Wu Dongqiang’s affair and climb other people’s wives’ beds. When they pass by the door of Wu Yuan’s house, they will all point out, sympathize, ridicule, avoid suspicion, disgust, and everything.

Wang Cuixiu was about to rub Wu Dongqiang's body and massage her legs and feet. She was close to her, and her face was smashed into several holes. The old ones were not eliminated, and new ones were added. A withered yellow face was shocking.

Wu Dongqiang's appearance was similar to that of Li Gui, pale and grim, "What the hell are all the expressions of dead people doing?"

Wu Yuan lowered his head and held Wu Dongqiang, the hearing aid was grabbed by Wu Dongqiang, and his left ear was a little painful.

"What are you looking at? Are you laughing at me too? Ah!"

Holding the hearing aid tightly, Wu Yuan's chest rose and fell violently, bloodshot leaked from his clenched teeth, and he swallowed without saying a word.

Wu Dongqiang often cried at night, even more miserable and heart-piercing than the meows in the village.

This kind of gray and unsightly days did not last long, and Wu Dongqiang committed suicide.

Wu Yuan felt that what happened over the past month was a dream.

The dream woke up, and his father was gone.

When Wu Dongqiang died, all his relatives came to the door. There were three or five comforting sentences in ten sentences, and the rest were reminders of debts owed by turning the corners. The life is not easy for anyone in the family.

Wu Yuan took out his notebook and wrote down every amount of money they borrowed. When the coffin fell into the ground, his peace was finally broken.

Lu Shenxing put Wu Yuan's head in his shoulder, "Teacher knows, you have done a good job."

The cramped feet of the house, depressed crying sounded.

For the first time, Wu Yuan realized how grief and powerless the people around him were when they passed away. It was his father who told him with his own life.