Chapter 95 Coin (from Shan Qingshan's perspective)

Liking Zhou Chong is like being caught in a heavy rain. You only realize it after you are soaked.

If you ask when it started?

Unravel the memories and trace them back layer by layer.

The first drop of rain fell on me when I first saw me.

It was the day he went to find Shan Huai,

It was the day he developed a mango allergy.

In Shan Qingshan's memory, his father is just a vague image.

He has never been hugged or kissed by his father.

I haven't spoken to my father.

Not raised by a father.

Therefore, no matter how hard Shan Qingshan tried to deepen and color his memories, the image of Shan Huai could never be clear.

When Shan Qingshan got his college entrance examination results, he felt a sense of anticipation in his heart.

Will dad be happy with such good results?

The answer is: No.

Shan Huai only glanced at the report card and put it down, then stood up and went to the balcony to smoke. He didn't even spare him a glance.

Sun Miaolian brought the peeled fruit, placed it on the coffee table, and pushed it in front of him.

"It's very hot outside, let's eat some fruit first. Try this mango, I just bought it yesterday."

"Thank you, Auntie."

Shan Qingshan ate two pieces, but his mind was on Shan Huai. The food tasted like wax and he felt uncomfortable after a while, with itchy body and face.

He didn't think much about it.

He had no experience of allergies, so when Sun Miaolian handed it to him again, he was not on guard.

Until Sun Miaolian exclaimed, "Are you allergic? Your face is swollen! Your eyelids are swollen!"

Sun Miaolian's voice made Shan Qingshan feel a little helpless.

"Shan Huai, the child has an allergy, take him to the hospital."

Shan Huai: "I have something else to do."

Sun Miaolian: "What should I do? Xiaojian will be back soon, and I can't leave."

"I'm fine."

He doesn't want to leave.

He always had a feeling that he would return empty-handed this time.

"Allergies can kill people! Why are you so stubborn? The hospital isn't far away, go there and come back, be obedient. Can you do it by yourself? Just walk two blocks and turn left. Allergies are not a serious disease."

Sun Miaolian took out twenty yuan and gave it to Shan Qingshan.

"Go check it out."

Shan Qingshan held the money.

"Then I'll be back soon."

Not long after Shan Qingshan left home, he passed a child of similar age on the stairs. He had a vague intuition that drove him to look back and see the boy entering the house.

Shan Qingshan turned back and heard a sound coming from the house which was not very soundproof.

"That bastard is here? No wonder the house smells so bad. Is this the cup he drank from? Mom, why don't you throw it away?"

"Throw it away right away. Didn't you just chase them away?"

Shanqing Mountain is like falling into an ice cellar.

He no longer remembered how he left the dim stairwell. He only remembered that the stairwell was very narrow and seemed to have no end, just like his unchanging life.

No end, dry, no hope.

I can't even clearly recall this journey.

The next thing he knew was someone picked him up.

The surroundings are noisy.

"This allergy is so severe that he collapsed on the side of the road. It's so pitiful."

"Young man, slow down, don't let anyone fall."

"Brother, this guy is as swollen as a pig's head."

"Shut up! Call the infirmary and see if the teacher is there. If not, go straight to the hospital!"

"Oh, okay."

Shan Qingshan wanted to open his eyes, but there was clothes covering his head.

He could only vaguely make out that the broad chest belonged to a boy, with a nice and powerful voice that held him up steadily.

"Don't be allergic to ultraviolet rays, that would be fucked."

He also likes to swear.

Quite arrogant.

Shan Qingshan felt that he had been carried for a long distance by him, but it also seemed that he had not gone very far. When he put him down, Shan Qingshan saw the name printed on his clothes.

——Zhou Chong

The teacher in the infirmary examined him, and the boy stood by the water dispenser without even glancing over. But the other boy ran over foolishly and touched his body.

Shan Qingshan stretched out his hand to stop him and heard him say.

"Brother, you are a poor fellow, with no money in your pocket."

“…”

He does.

Sewed into the clothes.

But my throat hurts so much that I can't speak.

"Can it be cured?"

Shan Qingshan turned his head in the direction of the voice.

Just the side profile, tall and handsome.

Doctor: "That's right, just give them two bottles of water. If you don't have money, forget it. It doesn't cost much to treat allergies. They are just children."

Zhou Chong didn't say anything, walked to the table and took out a handful of money from his pocket.

With a "crash" sound.

Then he said "No need to look for it" and turned and left the infirmary.

Shan Qingshan slowly closed his eyes, his consciousness drifting in and out. When he regained consciousness, it was dark outside.

The doctor hadn't left yet. Seeing that he had woken up, he came forward.

"Your allergy is quite serious this time. It's best to go to the hospital to get tested for allergens. The swelling will completely go away tonight, so don't be afraid. Do you know what you are allergic to this time? Don't touch it again in the future."

"Got it. Thank you."

"Need not."

"Where's the person who sent me here? I want to thank him."

"Then you may not be able to find him. He is not a student of this school. He played football here and left a long time ago."

Shan Qingshan waited quietly for the potion to finish. With one foot already out the door, he caught a glimpse of the money left by Zhou Chong on the table.

He himself couldn't explain why, in an instant, his brain was like a revolving lantern, recalling everything that happened to Zhou Chong clearly. The smell and the sound became the anchor points of his memory.

Obviously I wasn't conscious at that time.

He also couldn't explain why he said that at that time -

"I don't have money to take the bus. Can I take one dollar from the money he left?"

"You can take them all. You won't need that much."

"No, one dollar will do."

So Shan Qingshan took the coin with the smallest denomination.

I didn't think much about it when I took it.

Thinking about it, I will remember this kindness and when he goes to college, I will definitely find him and say thank you in person.

But he slipped.

All the good and hopeful things are shattered the moment you find out about the failure.

Shan Qingshan asked and looked for people, but the answers he got were all, "It's a pity, wait another year."

He felt that his life might be trapped in a curse that was not worthy of getting better.

The boy named Zhou Chong, like the coin, was put into a drawer by him and never saw the light of day.

It was not until Shan Qingshan accidentally learned that Zhou Chong had rescued a girl from the same village.

The video of the rescue was widely circulated, and Shan Qingshan found Zhou Chong's school without much effort.

Shan Qingshan wrote a letter of thanks to Zhou Chong.

Thank him for his help.

Thank him for helping his fellow villagers.

If possible, he would like to say "thank you" to him in person and be friends with him.

But after the letter was sent, there was no response.

until……

End of the year.

A director wearing black-framed glasses came to him and invited him to be on his show.

He refused at first.

But the ten bundles of cash neatly stacked on the table were quite impressive.

But Zhou Chong’s name was in the guest column.