Schoolboy becomes boyfriend

Chapter 62 Death

Grandma finally went home with Xu Yueru.But after leaving, the warm and gentle Jiang Zhixu who always had a smile on his face disappeared.

Song Enyu knew what he was thinking, and a few days later, the two of them were sitting on the balcony drinking tea.Song Enyu took the initiative to mention this matter: "I called Mr. Qiao a few days ago, and he was also invited to join your father's treatment team in Europe. I asked about his condition."

Jiang Zhixu held the teacup with his slender hands, rubbed it slowly, and said nothing.

Song Enyu took it out of his hand and poured another cup for him: "The situation is not very good. There is a lump in the waist, and the pain is so painful that I can no longer sit up and sleep."

Jiang Zhixu's eyebrows flickered, and he said flatly, "Why are you telling me this? Or tell me when you plan to go back to work!"

Song Enyu's eyes moved slightly. He knew that Jiang Zhixu had moved his mind. He touched the porcelain cup in his hand to the teacup in the other's hand, and his clear voice echoed: "Ah Xu, I don't have much to do with your father. Make an evaluation. I'm just standing on your side, and I don't want you to have regrets. A person's life is very long. In case, I mean, in case you regret it someday in the future, there is no way to make up for those missed moments. Just And me, because my sister didn't want me to know the truth about my mother's death, she kept it from me. I haven't put incense on her for so many years."

After Jiang Zhixu finished listening, he put down his teacup and Xia Tian in his arms, and turned back to the study.

Qiao Bowen told him a lot, and the lump in his waist was just one of them. The malignant tumor had already started to metastasize to the lungs.Qiao Bowen sighed and said, "Let's not call me here, experts from all over the world are called here, but there is no way to recover."

The doctor has a terminal illness, and he is still such a world-renowned expert. This kind of gap may change his identity for others after a few days of getting used to it. But for a proud person like Jiang Wenzou, his biggest problem is that he does not believe that he will get sick , will lie in bed and suffer from pain like countless patients he has diagnosed.

Failure to cooperate with treatment was the root cause of his rapid deterioration.Otherwise, even if it is an advanced stage, controlling cancer cells from metastasizing can prolong life by three to five years.

Song Enyu and Jiang Zhixu never mentioned this matter again.Not mentioning it doesn't mean he doesn't want to. Jiang Zhixu didn't tell Song Enyu that after being sent to the company by the other party for a few days in a row, he would wait for Jiang Tian to pick him up to Xishan Cemetery, often staying for most of the day.

Every day when he came home, Jiang Zhixu was always a little unhappy, even if he had a face-to-face conversation with Song Enyu, he would suddenly lose his mind.

Song Enyu was teasing Xia Tian with a cat teasing stick on the sofa, the little guy grew up very fast, his blue eyes became more and more beautiful, Song Enyu and Jiang Zhixu described: "I really want to write a poem for Xia Tian! I have never seen such a cute elf. When I went to the pet store that day, the rest of the kittens were obediently in the cage, basking lazily in the sun. Only he saw me jumping up and down and screaming."

Jiang Zhixu sat quietly on the side opposite the two of them, as if he could see it, and listened to the direction of the voice to look: "You have never written a poem for me, but you want to write it for this little guy?"

Song Enyu didn't even raise his eyelids, and said disdainfully, "Isn't it counted in the composition of the college entrance examination?"

Jiang Zhixu spread his hands and said: "The marking teacher doesn't know that you are writing about your husband, so it doesn't count."

Song Enyu hugged Xia Tian, ​​and didn't want to talk to him too much: "My husband is like the moon and the stars, except for being jealous, he is hypocritical."

Jiang Zhixu laughed out loud, this was the first time Song Enyu managed to make him laugh in the past few days.

The emotions of two people have become something in common. When one is unhappy, the other will never be happy either.

Song Enyu asked: "Ah Xu, your birthday will be in a few days. How do you plan to spend it?"

Jiang Zhixu stopped smiling and asked, "You can live your life however you want?"

Song Enyu said at the right time: "Come with me to go abroad! I have never been abroad, and the number of times I have been out of the province is very small. You still remember the letter that Zhou Chenning, the medical expert, left you Is it? The Thames is so beautiful, I want to see it with my own eyes."

Jiang Zhixu's smile froze at the corner of his mouth. He didn't know what Song Enyu was thinking, and then nodded: "Okay, we will go if you want."

This is how smart people interact. Song Enyu knew that Jiang Zhixu just wanted a step, and Jiang Zhixu also knew that Song Enyu had given him this step, so he walked down.

Jiang Zhixu's birthday is September No. 20, and the two of them arrived in Country Y one day earlier. This is also the place that carries Jiang Zhixu's memories from childhood to youth.

It was night when we got off the plane, the temperature in London was extremely low at night, Song Enyu was still wearing half sleeves, Jiang Zhixu took off his windbreaker and put it on for him.

Song Enyu didn't refuse: "September can be so cold!" He took Jiang Zhixu's hand and walked through the crowd leaving the station.

Jiang Zhixu held his hand tightly, he couldn't see it, Song Enyu had never been here before, he didn't dare to take it lightly: "Get out of the station and listen to my command, it's time to test your English level. Song Daxueba!"

Song Enyu smiled: "After the IELTS English level has deteriorated in all directions, let's count on your memory!"

One sentence seemed to hit Jiang Zhixu's mind: "I haven't been back for ten years."

Jiang Zhixu used "hui", this is his real home.

His home is on the banks of the Thames, a flat in Nine Elms.He didn't even know if Jiang Wenzou had changed the password to open the door after he left. The password was Xu Yueyin's birthday.

When Song Enyu listened to Jiang Zhixu's password and pressed the numbers, he could obviously feel that Jiang Zhixu was nervous.Song Enyu rubbed the back of his hand to express comfort.

The door opened, and as soon as you entered the door, it was as tidy as entering a new home, not like an idle residence at all.Song Enyu saw the huge floor-to-ceiling windows, he exclaimed and even left Jiang Zhixu where he was, and ran to the window to see the night view of the city.

"Then, is that the Thames River?" Song Enyu pointed to the rippling black jade not far away, reflecting the neon lights.

"Yes, the shining Ferris wheel on the blue river is the London Eye, and opposite it is the Big Ben you want to see." Jiang Zhixu slowly described it for him, like Song Enyu's eyes.

"It's so beautiful." This is the only comment Song Enyu can think of. At this moment, all his written expressions are surrendered to this beauty.

Jiang Zhixu groped and walked in the dark, recalling the home furnishings in his memory, avoiding those obstacles.

Song Enyu heard the sound of Jiang Zhixu knocking on the coffee table, so he suddenly turned around and ran to the other side, helping Jiang Zhixu to sit on the sofa.As soon as he looked up, he saw the wedding photo hanging in the center of the living room, and it was the first time he saw Jiang Zhixu's mother.

The wedding photos have an old feeling, the two people in the photos are so well-matched and dependent on each other.No wonder Jiang Zhixu's elders said that his eyes seemed to be the perfect extension of his mother's.

Jiang Zhixu's appearance is more like the combination of Jiang Wenzou and Xu Yueyin's advantages. His eyes are like his mother, his lips are thin like his father's, his cheekbones and jaw are sharp and angular like his mother's, but when his face is cold, he looks like his father again. .

Song Enyu withdrew his gaze and asked with concern: "Where did it hit? Let me see!"

Jiang Zhixu held up his hand and shook his head: "It's not that exaggerated, we'll stay here tonight, and we'll stay in a hotel tomorrow following our travel route."

Jiang Zhixu didn't really want to stay here, and Song Enyu knew it.But he didn't want to travel here, or not at all, he hoped that Jiang Zhixu would have the opportunity to meet Jiang Wenzou like he did with Jiang Tian when he secretly went to see his mother.

The two slept in Jiang Zhixu's bedroom. The bed was a single bed. At night, Jiang Zhixu was afraid that he would fall, so he hugged his waist tightly.

After ten years of walking, Jiang Zhixu couldn't see the furnishings of this room, but Song Enyu could. The old-fashioned decoration style was retained here, and even the posters on the wall had some stories.Song Enyu smiled and asked, "Do you like back streets?"

Jiang Zhixu was a little surprised: "You actually know the back street?"

Song Enyu gave him a blank look: "Why don't I know? Make it seem like I'm not a post-[-]s generation?"

Jiang Zhixu rubbed his forehead: "It's nothing, those are all things from childhood."

Jiang Zhixu will lock up bad memories, just like even if he is so happy with Song Enyu now, he doesn't want to unlock the gate of Tianyi Garden.It was really helpless tonight, it was late at night, and he couldn't see the way. Song Enyu was not familiar with the environment, otherwise he would rather stay in a hotel than come back here and restart the seal of memory.

Song Enyu was really sleepy after sitting on the plane for so long.He quickly fell asleep in Jiang Zhixu's familiar embrace.In his sleep, he vaguely heard Jiang Zhixu's voice on the phone. He turned over and almost fell. Suddenly, he was startled and found that Jiang Zhixu was not by his side.He ran out of the room in a hurry, and saw Jiang Zhixu sitting on the sofa alone, leaning on his back, with a dull expression.

Song Enyu took off the trench coat from the porch to put on Jiang Zhixu, and asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

"Jiang Wenzou is gone." Jiang Zhixu told Song Enyu word by word, as if he had completely pronounced his father's death from his own past.

Song Enyu held Jiang Zhixu's hand, but didn't speak.Because he knew that Jiang Zhixu was in a complicated mood at the moment, and even he himself couldn't describe what was going on in his heart.

Song Enyu's phone also rang, it was Qiao Bowen.He picked it up, and Qiao's vicissitudes of life sounded from the opposite side: "Xiao Song, your father-in-law has left. It's four twenty in the morning."

The living room is very quiet, and the sound insulation of this apartment is also very good. Song Enyu knows that Jiang Zhixu can hear Qiao Bowen's words.

He asked symbolically: "Go, is it painful?"

Qiao Bowen didn't know why Song Enyu asked such a nonsensical question, so he could only say: "There are very few people who don't suffer before death, and the real way to get rid of pain is death. Jiang Wenzou has practiced medicine all his life, and he knows this truth."

Song Enyu: "Oh, so there's nothing to explain?" He was the one who had the courage to ask Jiang Zhixu on behalf of Jiang Zhixu.

Qiao Bowen sighed: "He knew you were my student, and before he left, I was by his bedside. In fact, at past eleven o'clock in the morning last night, he had asked the hospital to remove all his emergency equipment , Only the oxygen mask was left. He stayed up until early in the morning. Before leaving, after returning to the light, he took off the oxygen mask and told me that his death day is this day, and his epitaph has only one sentence, "

Song Enyu was a little nervous. He wanted to lower his voice, but Jiang Zhixu took the phone, and Qiao Bowen's heavy voice was on the receiver.

"Jiang Wenzou died on September [-]." Qiao Bowen sighed heavily.

After Jiang Wenzou said this, he laughed and took Qiao Bowen's hand and said, "Do you know why, do I want to die today?"

Qiao Bowen looked at Jiang Wenzou, whose face was gradually distorted, and made a final voice from his throat: "Because, today is Jiang Zhixu's birthday. I want him to remember this day forever."

Song Enyu grabbed the phone and went to hold Jiang Zhixu's raised hand, but it was still a step too late.That hand had already slammed onto his own face, once, twice...

Song Enyu didn't even have time to hang up the phone, so he took Jiang Zhixu's hand to stop him from hurting himself like this. He hugged Jiang Zhixu tightly, rubbed the other's face that was already showing fingerprints, and said sadly: "Ah Xu, don't do this!"

Jiang Zhixu's pupils were bloodshot, he was panting heavily, and trembling all over.Seeing him like this, Song Enyu even took off his clothes and kissed Jiang Zhixu's face.As long as it can relieve the pent-up resentment in his heart, Song Enyu doesn't mind going through that severe pain again.

The temperature on Song Enyu's body and the familiar fragrance brought Jiang Zhixu back to his senses slowly. He broke free from his arms, covered Song Enyu's nightgown that had been untied around his waist, and kissed his lips tenderly. Comforting: "I'm fine."

After speaking, he got up and began to feel the empty air.Song Enyu hurriedly followed, and asked anxiously, "Ah Xu, what are you going to do? I'll help you."

When he got to his side, when Jiang Zhixu turned around again, his eyes were filled with tears. He almost begged Song Enyu and said, "Go, come with me for a walk. Xiaoyu, I feel like I have to Choked."

Song Enyu was wearing this nightgown, put on his pants casually, dressed Jiang Zhixu, and walked out holding his hand.

Song Enyu couldn't find his way, and Jiang Zhixu didn't speak a word along the way.He had to press the navigation.The wind at night was a bit chilly, Jiang Zhixu still felt cold even though he was wearing a suit and windbreaker.Song Enyu kept hugging him, rubbing his back for him.

In this way, the two of them walked to the banks of the Thames.It's 05:30 in the morning.The dark night had already turned white, and the hazy fog straddled the river. Song Enyu took Jiang Zhixu's hand to touch the fog.

Song Enyu said, "I finally understand why you like to stand in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of your office and look at the Hujiang River so much."

Song Enyu was right. When Jiang Zhixu first designed his office, he imitated his home in Country Y. Outside the huge French windows was the Thames River flowing quietly, and Kai'an was also in a city full of tall buildings. to Hujiang.

Song Enyu nervously waited for Jiang Zhixu to speak, sweating non-stop while holding the person's hand.He didn't know how to comfort him about what happened tonight. What was worse than his father's death was that Jiang Wenzou used his own death to draw a curse symbol on Jiang Zhixu's second half of his life.

Every day, he reminds him that this day is his death day.

Jiang Zhixu's hands had been soaked in the thick fog, stained with damp, so long that Song Enyu had to see the morning light in the sky, Jiang Zhixu finally answered, "That's right, I can't let go of my home here."

In the darkness, his mood gradually calmed down: "When I was young, he came back twice a year, and every time he would take me for a walk by the river. There is a pub with a history of more than 400 years by the river, and he would take me there. Every time my mother We would complain when we got home, why did you take me to drink? Later, both of us felt that my mother was too nagging, and it became our secret there. I never told my mother.”

Song Enyu tightened the windbreaker for him, and listened to him continue to narrate: "All good things stopped abruptly not on the day my mother died, but when I was in junior high school. My mother has always had Fan's syndrome, and giving birth to me became an inducement. Every winter has become the most difficult time for her. In the winter of my second year of junior high school, Jiang Wenzou took his seriously ill mother to his laboratory in order to complete the research on Fan syndrome. That winter, in order to study clearly The limit before the death of a Van syndrome patient, allowing the mother to get sick, facilitates his research. She almost died that winter."

Song Enyu was startled. He didn't know that in the history of medicine, in order to study diseases, some crazy doctors would use living patients without any bottom line to achieve their own research goals.The simplest example is the research on embryonic stem cells, which needs to be based on the extraction of embryos. Extraction means destroying embryos, which is "equal to murder."But this kind of research has played a key role in the treatment of diabetes, heart disease, cancer and other syndromes.

These are too far away, and Song Enyu's academics are far from touching the bottom line of morality and ethics.But when he heard Jiang Zhixu's story about what happened to him and his mother, he suddenly felt that this crazy research was so close to him.

Jiang Zhixu knew that he had been frightened, and raised his hand to rub Song Enyu's side neck: "Don't be afraid, it's over."