Reborn on the Happy Hall + Spoiler

Liu Yusheng: "What?"

Zhao Xin smiled: "I only co-write with you, only you."

What he said made Liu Yusheng's heart soften all of a sudden. Liu Yusheng knew his subtext: because there were only the two of them, accompanying the disabled man all the way.

Liu Yusheng leaned on Zhao Xin's shoulder, a little discouraged: "Ten degrees and thousands must be No. 1."

Zhao Xin: "According to the current situation, yes."

"Then we..."

Of course they wouldn't give up and quit the race just because they "couldn't get the first place", but Liu Yusheng couldn't help but feel frustrated. With more than 4 yuan, how could it be so easy to catch up?As an author, Liu Yusheng knows in his heart that they are not qualified to ask readers to give him a reward; but as a reader, Liu Yusheng feels that his Donaldson is worthy of the No.1.

"It doesn't matter," Zhao Xin whimpered Liu Yusheng's hair, "It doesn't matter what the number is, as long as I have a clear conscience."

"With a clear conscience..." Liu Yusheng straightened up and asked seriously, "Don't you think it's unfair? Shidu Qianqian's writing is not as good as yours, and she can get No.1 just because she has a lot of rewards. You write well So serious and so tiring, it’s only the second.”

Zhao Xin asked Liu Yusheng: "According to your thinking, there are more people who are more wronged than me, isn't it? From ancient times to the present, how many writers have been unknown for a lifetime, and how many writers are now writing rubbish. But relying on hype to become popular? Compared with them, those who write seriously but are not famous will be pissed off."

Liu Yusheng nodded: "So I don't want you...to be like them."

Zhao Xin was silent for a moment: "Actually, I'm much luckier than them. You see, at least I already have quite a few readers... Yusheng, I understand what you mean. It's okay if I can't get No.1 in this competition. It doesn’t matter if the author remains anonymous all his life, but the gain outweighs the loss, right?”

"Is... right? Maybe the painstaking efforts of writing the article and the benefits and popularity obtained, the two cannot be completely quantified, but there is always a balance, like," Liu Yusheng said in a low voice, "I just started When writing an article, an article of more than [-] words was finished, with no more than [-] comments. That feeling is really... Fortunately, this situation only lasted for a while, but some authors, they have been like this for a lifetime, maybe The situation is a little better than mine, maybe worse than me, in short, the articles they write are like being thrown into outer space, there is no feedback, not even an echo..."

"Yes, so sometimes I think, why do I keep writing?" Zhao Xin seemed to be talking to himself, "Why do I keep writing? I think, maybe, I can't restrain my desire to express... Before I Dad said to me, maybe one day, I have nothing more to say about the world, and on that day I won't write."

Liu Yusheng grabbed Zhao Xin's hand and said, "Yes... Will there be such a day? For example, Zhao Xin, for example, one day I found that those so-called 'cute spots' and 'stalks' can no longer be stimulated. I have lost my urge to write, and I have lost my urge to 'tell a story'... When that day comes, it's time to close the pen, right?"

Zhao Xin covered Liu Yusheng's with the other hand, and said slowly: "Later I realized that there may always be some people in this world who simply cannot restrain their desire to express themselves, such as those who have written about their life without being famous. For example, I," he smiled, "whether I treat the world or myself, it is impossible to achieve complete understanding or numbness. I always have dissatisfaction, doubts, or other emotions... …I couldn’t hold back, so I had to write, and I had to keep writing. I think, if writing itself is to give yourself an outlet, then there is no need to compare it with the benefits you get, right? "

After Zhao Xin finished speaking, he smiled to himself: "I'm too idealistic, anyway, what I mean is... participating in this competition, writing this, is meaningful to me, Yusheng, even if I can't get No. 1, but I can be sure that I am not wasting myself."

Chapter 86

Four days later, Lao Xu was transferred out of the ICU and transferred to an ordinary single ward. In this way, the visiting hours became much more relaxed.So relatives and friends flocked here, and the spacious ward of more than 40 square meters was packed full of various gifts.

As soon as old Xu had an accident, Aunt Qiu also fell ill. It was a sudden stomach bleeding. These days, Xu Yiqian was guarding Aunt Qiu in the gastroenterology ward on the second floor, while the three sons of the Xu family took turns to receive visitors in the intensive care ward on the sixth floor.On the fifth night, Xu Yipeng was lying on a box of golden bird's nest, his voice was already hoarse:

"Brother, I think they didn't come to see our father, they came to see us."

Xu Yihan looked at Xu Yipeng's back. In just a few days, the child was so thin that his spine protruded from under his shirt.

"Don't think about it so much...it's just some human relationship, it's not like you haven't seen it before."

"I know, but," Xu Yipeng sighed sullenly, "I just feel awkward... Hey, brother, I'm hungry, let's order a takeaway."

Xu Yihan thought to himself, Xu Yipeng was probably the only one in this family who was sincerely sad for Lao Xu.He and Xu Yize naturally needless to say, even Xu Yiqian, who was always loved by old Xu, just cried a few times symbolically - Xu Yihan went downstairs to visit Aunt Qiu yesterday, and heard Xu Yiqian standing in the corridor talking on the phone: "Oh, I I don't know if my dad can wake up. If he can't wake up, no one will care about him next month. It's OK to hire a nurse... um, no problem, the itinerary remains the same, let's buy a ticket for the [-]th of next month .”

As for Aunt Qiu, Aunt Qiu probably didn't want to get involved in the Xu family's affairs at all. Anyway, she was alone in the Xu family with no children.No matter when Xu Yihan visited, she always closed her eyes sleepily.

On the night of the seventh day, old Xu woke up, just as Xu Yihan and Xu Yipeng were present, but unfortunately old Xu just opened his eyes, his eyes were blurred, and he let out a few short "ho"s from his throat, a bit like coughing up phlegm.Then, before Xu Yize rushed to the hospital, he passed out again.

Xu Yipeng was so excited that he burst into tears and held the attending physician's hand tightly: "Is my dad getting better? Do you think he is about to wake up?" The attending physician replied politely and calmly: "We also hope that Mr. Xu will recover as soon as possible. But as a family member, you must have enough patience and mental preparation."

In fact, Xu Yihan had already asked the attending physician in private, and the answer he got was that the stroke had caused irreversible damage to his brain. Even if he could wake up, he would probably be unconscious.In the end, the doctor sighed softly and said meaningfully that the patient is also very painful in such a state.

so?Xu Yihan almost asked: How long do you think it is more appropriate to pull out the tube?But he held back in the end, because this is a relatively complicated issue. Pulling it out early is inappropriate, and it looks like they killed Lao Xu's life; pulling it out late will involve a series of issues, such as the company's listing, job changes, property division... ... Each has its own troubles.

Xu Yipeng went back to school, and only Xu Yihan was left in the ward. He made himself a cup of instant coffee and sipped it slowly. At this moment, Yang Liqiu called.

"Brother Yihan," Yang Liqiu's voice was soft and watery, "Have you been working hard these few days?"

"Well, it's okay," Xu Yihan said with a smile, "The ginseng slices given by Uncle Yang are very good. I took two slices today, and I feel much better."

Yang Liqiu also laughed: "That's good...it was so sudden, I remember the last time I had dinner with Uncle Xu, he didn't even drink alcohol, really..."

"Yeah, quit smoking and drinking to keep in good health," Xu Yihan shrugged, "You're old."

Yang Liqiu said politely: "Anyway, congratulations, brother Yihan, the Xu family will have a new successor soon, right?"

Xu Yihan: "Maybe, but it may not be me."

"I think you're fine." Yang Liqiu said with a smile.

Xu Yihan hung up the phone, and suddenly felt that this scene was really ironic. Today, he answered two congratulatory calls, one from Peter and one from Yang Liqiu, as if some big happy event happened to his family.Well, but, Xu Yihan thought again, although old Xu's age is not considered happy and mourning, he can still be regarded as a worthy death-no matter how sincere he is, in short, his children are surrounded by clouds of relatives and friends, and everyone is surrounded by him. People are always concerned about his life and death.If he really can't make it through this test, then there will be a grand funeral as the end of his life. Chairman Xu was majestic when he was alive, and he died resoundingly. This is considered a happy event, right?

Xu Yize came to change shifts in the morning, and the two met face to face, both of them expressionless.Xu Yihan drove home and passed a COCO milk tea shop on the way, his thoughts paused for a moment, he didn't know why he noticed this milk tea shop.After a song was played on the radio, Xu Yihan remembered it, because Deng Yuan said that the first cup of milk tea he drank in Shanghai was from COCO.