The thinness of his life

Tao Xingye pushed the door open, holding a bucket-like object in his hand. The outer layer of the porcelain was beautifully fired, like a work of art. It was not until he opened the table and placed the bucket in front of him that Lin Yu was sure that it was actually a rice bucket.

Open the lid of the box, and inside is an ordinary stainless steel box filled with many dumplings.

So this is what rich people’s lunch boxes look like. She thought the lining was made of silver.

"What are you laughing at?" Tao Xingye carefully took out a little of the dumpling and said, "Today is the Winter Solstice."

I don’t know if he didn’t use the chopsticks properly or what, but the dumplings broke as soon as he picked them up. After working for a long time, there were only four whole dumplings on the small plate in front of Lin Yu.

He frowned and wanted to fish out even one more whole dumpling, but the lunch box was full of half-eaten ones.

"It's all my fault. I can't even wrap the dumplings properly." Tao Xingye poured all the dumplings back into the rice bucket and closed the lid, but Lin Yu stopped him.

He watched Lin Yumo silently open the lunch box.

Her hair was combed back, with one or two strands hanging down in front of her forehead. Tao Xingye moved his fingers, trying to close it, but the door was pushed open.

The doctor came to make rounds as usual, followed by a group of interns.

They all said that Lin Yu's case was typical and a good case.

Tao Xingye took the opportunity to hide behind several interns. A large group of students surrounded the ward. Tao Xingye deliberately bent his back to hide his figure.

The ward was very quiet, and someone tapped his shoulder.

Tao Xingye looked up and looked forward following the young doctor's finger. Lin Yu, who was lying on the hospital bed, looked towards the door with a smile.

"Oh... okay." Tao Xingye rubbed his fingers together, as if they were still stained with flour from making dumplings. "I, I'll be out now."

He slowed down his pace and when he turned around, he found Lin Yu looking at him quietly.

Tao Xingye's eyes were filled with soreness, and his heart was also sore. He had no choice but to quicken his pace and leave the ward.

This is customary.

During the first ward round after Lin Yu woke up, she said, "Don't come in and eavesdrop. I don't want you to come in and eavesdrop."

"What if I wanted to know?"

At that time, Lin Yu was lying on the bed with her hair hanging on both sides. Her face was glowing white. Tao Xingye didn't know when she became so white.

After a long time, there was no answer from the other end.

Just when he thought Lin Yu was about to give in, she spoke up. She said, "If you don't want to make me feel bad, don't ask about my condition or inquire about it."

She added, "I can tell you, but after that I'll be so upset I won't be able to sleep. I know you want to be with me, and I know you're not afraid of pressure, but I don't want to put pressure on you. No matter what you say, it won't change this idea. Xingye, please don't make me blame myself for this."

Every word and sentence was stark and clear, and even the emotions were particularly vivid.

It was as if someone had made numerous small cuts on a blood vessel, and the bright red blood that flowed out mixed with poison and ink, eventually writing an invisible notice.

The notice hung over his head, holding him in check.

It is time to eat dumplings during the Winter Solstice. No, you must eat dumplings.

Thinking of this, Tao Xingye ran downstairs and drove to a dumpling shop, but his car was stuck in an alley.

Crowds of people were pushing their way to the side along the windows on both sides, leaving him in a dilemma.

Someone knocked on his glass, and he realized that there was a primary school at the end of the alley.

The students were on vacation, but the road was blocked by him.

"Brother, everyone is busy going home to eat dumplings. Are you driving your car here to cause trouble for others?"

The man's tone became more and more aggressive as he spoke, but Tao Xingye's reaction was very indifferent.

At the end, the man felt a little embarrassed.

There were fewer people, and Tao Xingye backed out and left.

He got out of the car, put his hands in his pockets, and walked into the alley. He met the big brother again. He was squatting at the door, holding a porcelain bowl as big as his face, steaming and filled with dumplings.

When he saw Tao Xingye, the man laughed.

"Brother, have a bowl of dumplings." He said warmly. The door behind him was ajar, and there was a noise from inside. A child rushed out quickly and bumped into the older brother.

The bowl began to shake with the collision, and the dumpling leaned forward. Tao Xingye watched the older brother purse his lips nervously, as if trying to suck the dumpling in through the air.

But the dumpling shook and fell to the ground.

"Hey!" The older brother pushed the child who was lying on him away with his shoulder, "Your mother spent the whole afternoon making dumplings and you wasted it."

"Yingshan!" A loud female voice came from the yard.

The eldest brother hurriedly stood up and responded to the inside, "No, I'm eating dumplings with the kids!"

As he said this, he winked at the child.

After a while of commotion, the eldest brother finally turned his attention to Tao Xingye and asked, "Would you like a bowl of dumplings?"

Tao Xingye didn't answer. He looked at the jujube tree with twisted branches next to him. The trunk was dry and black, which was out of tune with the bustling alley.

At this moment, he is this date tree.

He smiled at his eldest brother and quickened his pace.

It was not until he walked out of the alley and the cold wind blew that Tao Xingye realized that his shirt buttons were not buttoned. He lowered his head to button them, and shouts rang out one after another.

There are many vendors here, and it is messy and bustling. It is surprising that there is such a place in Jincheng.

There was an old man selling sugar paintings. On the straw rack were samples that were made at an unknown time. The originally transparent plastic film was now covered with a layer of dust.

I don’t know if Lin Yu will like it.

He thought so and went to line up. The two people in front of him were children. Their voices were still childish and they looked to be in the first or second grade.

They were saying in an extremely serious tone that it was difficult to write with a pencil.

"My hands are so dirty." A girl raised her hand, and the area from her little finger to her wrist was indeed pitch black.

This kind of worry is really small. Tao Xingye was amused, but then he thought that it should not be small for them.

They left with the sugar paintings, and Tao Xingye was the only one left at the stall.

The stall owner asked him what he wanted to paint.

What to draw? I can’t think of it right now.

There was nothing special between him and Lin Yu.

After hesitating for a long time, the stall owner finally suggested, "How about drawing a dumpling? Eating dumplings on the winter solstice will keep your ears from freezing."

Not only will your ears not be frozen, but you'll also be healthy! Tao Xingye looked at the gradually taking shape dumpling and suddenly felt a little annoyed with himself - how could he believe in these unfounded blessings so obsessively?

Finally, when Tao Xingye returned to the ward, Lin Yu was amused when she saw him carrying a large pile of dumpling-like things.

His cheeks flushed, and he took out a few dumpling pillows and placed them in a circle around Lin Yu's bed.

He stuffed the sugar painting into Lin Yu's hand and went to serve the dumplings.

Lin Yu couldn't eat anymore after taking a few. Her medicine was too bitter and tasted like detergent. Drinking a bowl in the morning would make her feel nauseous until noon, not to mention that she had just finished a bowl.

After dinner, Tao Xingye handed over the prepared western medicine, and Lin Yu swallowed it one by one with hot water.

It was already dark and snowing again.

The snow on the high floors is not polluted by the light. In the endless darkness, the area in front of the window is illuminated brightly. Looking closely, you can see snowflakes as big as goose feathers falling in clusters.

It was too dark outside, and the snow seemed so depressing, as if everything in the world was about to be buried under the heavy snow.

"Close the window." Lin Yu said.

Tao Xingye stood up and pulled the curtains.

"How's the company?"

"fine."

"What about home?"

"All good."

What's wrong with that? Lin Yu held his hand and asked, "Didn't Damayi feed me dinner?"

It seems that what he said came true. Tao Xingye looks very hesitant now.

"Go home." Lin Yu smiled. "There will be a nurse at night, and you still have to go to work tomorrow."

After she finished speaking, she lay back on the bed with the quilt pulled high.

Tao Xingye wanted to say a few more words to her, but he couldn't think of what to say. It seemed that whatever he said would be weird and... bitter.

He left and Lin Yu heard the door close.

A cold wind blew through the quilt, and it was really cold. She curled up in her arms, feeling dizzy and uncomfortable. Although she was lying on the bed, she had no footing at all.

She felt dizzy and had a nausea-inducing urge to vomit.

The nurse came in to check, and she heard the man sigh softly. Her wrist was held, and the man's palm was soft and warm. In a daze, something wrapped around her hand, and after a while, the stimulation came.

Is her hand injured?

She wanted to go and take a look, but she couldn't lift her hands. Was he unconscious, sleeping, or dreaming?

Is all this true?

Could it be that everything that had happened since she was admitted to the hospital was just a dream?

Even, going back to earlier times - the car accident, the lost child, and the quarrels with Tao Xingye were all dreams.

"Ms. Lin! Miss Lin, please wake up!" A shrill voice came.

Her world suddenly went blank, and her brain seemed to have crashed.

After a long time, the vision gradually recovered, and white light flickered in front of his eyes, and finally converged into a very thin flashlight, which went out with the doctor's movement.

The two attending physicians and several nurses all looked anxious.

She was helped to her feet, and the doctor was speaking with difficulty. His lips moved so quickly that she could hardly keep her eyelids open as he stared at her.

"Ms. Lin?" The doctor's lips suddenly stopped.

"ah?"

"Did you hear me just now?"

Hear him...he was talking just now? Lin Yu was shocked and looked at him in disbelief. She bit her lip, not knowing how to answer. She subconsciously tried to cover it up, but her expression betrayed her.

Yes, she just couldn't hear.

"Rest first." The doctor took off his glasses.

Lin Yu wanted him to come back and explain what was going on, but she just couldn't utter a word. When she opened her mouth, her voice sounded like a toddler who was just learning to speak, mumbling and unable to make any clear words.

How could this happen? She burst into tears, and there was nothing left to do but cry.

The nurse who had been taking care of her for a long time had tears in her eyes. She took Lin Yu in her arms and soothed her back.

"Ms. Lin, you must be mentally prepared. This area is very likely to cause you to have dysarthria in the future."

Lin Yu's ears echoed with the doctor's words from that day. Was she really going to be deprived of the ability to speak properly? How could this be! How could this be?

She collapsed into the nurse's arms. What would happen to her? If her condition wasn't controlled, she would have difficulty swallowing, become paralyzed, or even become a vegetable...

No, if she really gets to the point of paralysis, she would rather her life end before that.

She couldn't accept it, never could.

"Xiaoyu, go to sleep..." An indistinguishable voice came from the blur. The hug seemed to be warmer, but it also seemed to be the same.

The hand on his back was still patting him again and again, but Lin Yu closed his eyes and could not see anything.

Tao Xingye signaled the nurse to go out. He wiped the tears from Lin Yu's face. The person in his arms was breathing heavily and his brows were furrowed.

He couldn't help but touch her eyebrows, but he couldn't smooth them out.

What he didn't know was that at this moment his brows were even more wrinkled than Lin Yu's.

He rushed back exhausted and cold, and as soon as he entered the door, he saw Lin Yu crying.

He never knew that Lin Yu could cry so sadly, as if all her strength was used up in crying, and her tears would never stop flowing. She must not have known how desperate she looked at that time.

By the time he took off his coat and took Lin Yu from the nurse's arms, she had cried out all her strength, with only two lines of tears flowing down her tightly closed eyes.

As if on the verge of shock, he called her name and asked her to kiss her forehead, but she didn't respond at all. She just fell quietly into his arms.

He clearly felt that he seemed to be really about to lose Lin Yu.

Even though Lin Yu was lying in his arms at this moment.

He held her shoulders tightly, wishing he could tie her to him forever. But then he realized that he would hurt her, she would be in pain...

"Xiaoyu, go to sleep..." He patted her back gently and wiped away her tears tirelessly.

The glass at the door flickered, and a person was wandering there. Tao Xingye met the person's gaze. It was Lin Yu's attending physician, He Baohong.

"Mr. Tao, I'm a man who keeps his promises." He Baohong rubbed his eyes tiredly. "Brainstem cavernous hemangioma is a difficult problem all over the world. So far, there are very few completely successful cases. What's more..."

Tao Xingye followed his gaze and looked at Lin Yu lying quietly in the room. He Baohong continued, "He Yao is my niece. She happened to tell me about Lin Yu's situation."

Tao Xingye was watching Lin Yu, but at this moment, he had no emotion at all, as if he were an outsider. He listened to He Baohong talk to him about Lin Yu's psychological problems and the development of Lin Yu's hemangioma.

"Luckily, she hasn't bled yet. We contacted Mr. Mai to perform surgery on her before the first bleeding. She has a high probability of making a full recovery." The white-haired old man sighed, "I'm old and don't have the ability to perform this surgery on Lin Yu. Mr. Tao, please don't blame me."

Tao Xingye's throat was choked. He Baohong said nothing, pounding his waist and waving his hands, "Let's go. Stay with your wife for a while."

He Baohong, wearing a white coat and hunched over, slowly disappeared into the corridor.

Many horrifying nouns lingered in Tao Xingye's mind. He walked into the ward almost like a zombie, pulled out a chair and sat down next to Lin Yu.

Lin Yu's hands were bandaged, and there were wounds on her palms, caused by her own nails, because she was in so much pain. This pain was unknown to others, not even to herself.

If the nurse hadn't discovered these tiny wounds tonight, no one would have believed that she was suffering so much.

These wounds are the only evidence——

The only evidence that proves that Tao Xingye did not take good care of Lin Yu.

He even boasted in front of He Yao that Lin Yu was in much better condition. He was really not a good husband.

Not only did he fail to notice his wife's physical illness, he also ignored the mental illness that had always existed.

How could she leave? Grandma Lin was so kind, even to him.

How could she get out?

Tao Xingye finally couldn't help it and rushed out of the ward like a madman.

Everyone stared at the well-dressed man, who could barely walk, and took heavy steps as if each one was his last.

Tao Xingye stumbled and pushed open the glass door. He stood on the corridor between the two buildings, and he was the only one standing there.

There was snow in front of him and behind him.

It was as empty as the situation in his life. He had few relatives and was the only one living independently in his own world.

He is in a high position, no one can come in and he can't leave.