countdown to winter

Chapter 59

That star didn't land until the end of August.

On the day when school was about to start, there was still a phone call.

As usual, he bought vegetables in the evening and went to cook.

The pot on the stove was steaming, the porridge inside was gurgling, and the phone rang suddenly. Wen Xia wiped her hands and went to answer the phone.

"Hey."

For the next few minutes, he felt like he was dreaming. Years later, when he thought about it, he still had lingering fears and his head was buzzing.

He didn't know how he got to Beijing, how he bought the ticket, he didn't even have any luggage, so he went there alone, and when he arrived, it was just in time for dawn.

There are not many stars in the dawn sky.

But indeed, there was also a star that fell clearly, and was covered in bruises.

"I'm Shi Xing's friend, Shi Xing said, no matter what happens, I will let you know, that's why I called you, I hope after you listen, don't...keep calm as much as possible."

"We went to Yunnan to catch a group of not-so-big drug dealers. It wasn't that difficult. The drug dealers were scattered and lacked organization. I'm sorry, but it was also because we underestimated the enemy. Shi Xing was accidentally caught..."

"He was injected with drugs. We found out early, but there are still serious signs of poisoning."

"Mr. Wen, don't get excited."

"He is currently being rescued. In Beijing, if you want to come, we will respond, but please rest assured that here are the best doctors, and Shi Xing will receive the best assistance."

"If unfortunately—"

"He's a hero."

People are always creating heroes, flying over walls, omnipotent, and they put their simple beliefs on the shoulders of so-called heroes, applauding, cheering, mourning, and crying.

Wen Xia thought, but he doesn't need so many heroes.

Those five camellias and that one rose, no matter how much he tried to keep them, they also withered, turned into rotten water, and left silently.

When Wen Xia arrived at the hospital, there were already many people outside the emergency room. The white-bearded old man sitting on the bench squinted and stared blankly at the red "emergency in progress". There were also a few middle-aged men, some wearing The man in the police uniform turned his head almost at the same time to look at him.

The man hesitated and asked, "Are you..."

Wen Xia guessed it, "Are you Shi Xing's family?"

The man stretched out his hand: "I am Shi Xing's uncle, Shi Hong."

Wen Xia also stretched out her hand, and the two of them clenched their hands together, and quickly let go. Wen Xia couldn't find his relationship location for a while, so he could only say, "I'm Shi Xing's...a high school teacher."

Shi Hong's eyes were a little strange.

But he didn't ask much.

"I told Chen Guangran, don't let Shi Xing take part in such a dangerous mission," the old man suddenly said, shaking violently while holding his cane, "He won't listen!"

Chen Guangran is the chief of the police station where Shi Xing works, and he has a kinship relationship. Back then, when Shi Xing was going to take the police academy exam, the old man disagreed, but he insisted on going. A nest.

"Uncle Chen said that the mission is not very dangerous, but..."

Ning Cheng came over, pulled Wen Xia to sit down, and said in a low voice, "I'm really sorry."

"No one can say for sure." Wen Xia took a deep breath and laughed, "He's dead, it's fine."

The operation lasted for a day, and finally transferred to the ICU ward. Too many people were not allowed to stay outside the ICU ward. The old man was old, so Shi Hong took him to the neighborhood first. Ning Cheng wanted to persuade Wen Xia to go together, but Wen Xia did not He shook his head, "I'll stay with him again."

The hospital was equipped with ICU detectors, and Wen Xia couldn't go in to visit, but could only look at the small screen. After dozens of days, he saw the kid who gave him camellias and roses again.

Shi Xing was wearing an oxygen mask with his eyes closed, and the occasional water vapor floating on the oxygen mask was a sign that this person was still alive. Wen Xia thought, why is he so cruel.

He woke up two days later. In the afternoon, Wen Xia put on the isolation suit and saw him for the first time. Shi Xing opened his eyes tiredly and waited for him. he.

Wen Xia could only feel his temperature through a layer of clothes, he whispered, afraid of disturbing this flickering star.

"I got your flowers."

"It's beautiful. Get well soon, and I'll take you to see the roses."

Shi Xing's voice was very soft, like a gust of wind, weak.

"Ah."