Chapter 32
In addition to the head injury, the doctor also fixed Song Youran's left knee with a plaster board.
Song Youran was confused: "How come I didn't know my leg was injured?"
"You've already fainted, what else can you know?"
The doctor picked up the film and pointed at the black and white areas: "See? There's a small crack here."
Song Youran couldn't see anything clearly. He supported himself on the bed with his hands and sat up. His knees couldn't bend and were straight. He couldn't even sit in a wheelchair.
"I'm not going to be lame, am I?"
"Maybe." The doctor scared him.
"Rest in bed more, don't remove the plaster for a month, and keep your foot elevated. Don't let the affected area remain congested."
Song Youran asked, "Can I take the high-speed train?"
The doctor glared at him. "What do you think?" He put the film back into the plastic bag and placed it on the bedside cabinet. "Is anyone taking care of you?"
Song Youran: "It seems not."
The doctor frowned: "Hire a nurse during your hospitalization."
Song Youran was shocked: "Do I have to stay in the hospital for a month?"
The doctor lowered his eyes and looked at him: "You can be discharged now."
Wang Qiang brought Song Youran a brand new pair of crutches. "Brother, how did you get into this state?"
Song Youran sighed, "What bad luck."
Last night, when Wang Qiang came out of the bathroom, he didn't see Song Youran. He saw his friend with injuries on his body. He believed his friend's one-sided story and thought that Song Youran had beaten someone and ran away. Now it seems that his friend was too cruel and actually broke Song Youran's leg.
Wang Qiang helped Song Youran to the roadside to hail a taxi. Song Youran stretched out his long legs, and the car could not fit him, so he had to turn around and take the bus.
The bus was spacious, and the legs were stretched across the aisle. This was probably because there weren't many passengers on the bus, otherwise he would have been scolded.
Wang Qiang asked Song Youran, "Your legs are like this, are you still going to walk tomorrow?"
Song Youran couldn't climb into bed, so Wang Qiang got him a camp bed in the dormitory corridor.
"I'm not leaving." Song Youran put his arms across his eyes.
Wang Qiang touched Song Youran's injured leg and said, "Just tell me what you want me to do. From now on, I will be your number one servant."
Song Youran took away the arm that was covering her eyes and said, "Servant Number One, your master hasn't had breakfast yet."
Servant No. 1 saluted: "Got it, now go buy breakfast for the master!"
Wang Qiang ran to the corridor and remembered that he could order takeout with his mobile phone. He turned and walked to the dormitory door and heard someone talking inside.
Song Youran was on the phone, telling her family that she couldn't go back.
Wang Qiang scratched his head and silently let go of the door handle. He decided to go to the snack street near the school to buy food.
Wei Qian said, "I prepared some local specialties and wanted you to take them back to school to treat your classmates. Why did you just say you couldn't come? Do you really have to do this part-time job?"
Song Youran said, "The opportunity to make money cannot be missed."
Wei Qian said, "At least take a break. You can never make enough money."
Song Youran said, "This part-time job pays well. I can't refuse." He looked at his legs, which were tied up like dumplings. "Where's Dongdong? Let him answer the phone."
Wei Qian said, "He's nearby. When he heard you weren't coming over, he got angry."
Song Youran said, "Give him the phone number."
"Dongdong, Dongdong..."
Wei Qian shouted into the phone, but Xie Dong remained silent. Wei Qian said, "He refused to answer the phone."
Song Youran: "Turn on the hands-free mode."
Wei Qian turned on the speakerphone, and the sound in the receiver suddenly became empty and distorted.
Song Youran said, "Dongdong, next time I come to see you, please don't be angry with me, okay?"
Song Youran rarely lowered her head, but Xie Dong still refused to speak.
"Dongdong!"
Wei Qian started shouting again. Footsteps were heard, followed by the thud of a door closing. Wei Qian said, "Dongdong has gone to his room."
Song Youran held her forehead with her hand. "Whatever he likes, should I buy and send it to him?"
Wei Qian: "I don't know either. He ignores people for days when he's angry, so I don't know how to ask him."
Song Youran: "I'll transfer some money to you. Buy him whatever he likes."
Wei Qian: "No need, I have money. I'll take him out for a walk in a couple of days and see what he wants to buy."
Song Youran: "Here you go, just take it."
Wei Qian: "Okay, okay. Youran, please take care of yourself and don't work too hard."
"knew."
Song Youran hung up the phone and lay back down on the small bed.
The bed creaked all the time, making Song Youran nervous, afraid that the next time she turned over, the bed would collapse.
But his worries were unnecessary. A month later, when he removed the plaster, the creaking bed was still intact, with not even a single nut loose.
Later, Song Youran suggested going to see Xie Dong, but Xie Dong always refused.
He said, "Don't come. I don't want to see you."
Song Youran is not the kind of person who would be sad in secret. If someone stabbed him in the heart, his first reaction would be to pull out the knife, draw blood, and stab the other person back in the chest.
Xie Dong's refusal made Song Youran very angry. He bought a ticket for the next day that night, planning to go to the remote town the next day to hang Xie Dong up and spank him.
Wei Qian called Song Youran twice, asking him not to get angry with the child.
"Kids nowadays are different from those in the past. They are too opinionated. If pushed into a corner, who knows what they might do. Youran, just follow his lead. I'm worried something might happen to him."
Song Youran endured it: "Just spoil him."
He hung up the phone.
It doesn’t matter. He is not his son anyway. Whether he is dead or alive, good or bad, what does it have to do with him?
What's the point of keeping a child like this?
People should live for themselves, everything else is fake.
Song Youran thought that what he saw was true and what he heard could not be false. He was too subjective and did not think of a second possibility.
As autumn goes and winter comes, snow falls.
clatter!
clatter!
clatter--
There were only a few people in the stadium, and the heater made people's faces red. Song Youran slowed down her movements so that the child could see her ball-bouncing gestures clearly.
"Keep your wrist loose and use subtle strength, not brute force."
The child seemed to understand, but not quite. He took the ball and clapped it a few times, imitating Song Youran's movements.
Song Youran clapped her hands in encouragement, "You're very smart. You'll learn it quickly."
The child had a dull look on his face. He was both excited and confused. He didn't understand where he had used brute force, nor did he understand how he had learned clever strength.
After class, Song Youran went to find the class scheduler and found out that there were no classes later, so she chatted with him for a while.
"It's cold now, and adults and children don't want to go out." The teacher who schedules the class said, "You can rest later and wait until after the New Year."
Song Youran placed the milk tea she had just delivered on the teacher's desk. "Sister Fang, warm your hands."
Sister Fang smiled and said, "You just want to fatten me up."
"No." Song Youran put on her bag. "Sister Fang, see you after the New Year."
Sister Fang was a sharp-witted person. She said goodbye to Song Youran while holding a cup of milk tea. "Don't be lazy, if there are any new students, I'll recommend you first."
Song Youran smiled and retreated to the door, "Sister Fang is beautiful and kind-hearted, give me a heart."
Sister Fang spat at him: "Slippery!"
It was still early when Song Youran came out of the gym, so she wrapped her scarf tightly and walked towards the bus stop.
There wasn't much snow on the ground; the flakes melted as soon as they hit the ground. Song Youran stood facing the billboard to avoid the wind. His phone buzzed in his pocket, and he pulled it out. It was a message from Qingtian.
Sunny: I will be at the station at 8:40 tomorrow morning.
Nanshan Jian Youran: Got it!
Sunny Day: You will come to pick me up tomorrow, right?
Nanshan Jian Youran: You have to believe in my professional ethics.
Nanshan Jian Youran: The weather here is not very good, you'd better wear more clothes tomorrow.
Sunny: [Smiles] Thank you.
Song Youran rented a car, and Qingtian said she only had one day.
One day is not enough to visit two attractions. This city has many tourist attractions, but they are scattered, one in the east and one in the west. Taking public transportation, you will spend the whole day on the road.
Song Youran arrived at the station early, took a picture of her location and sent it to Qingtian.
Nanshan Jian Youran: You can see me when you come out [Picture]
Sunny: I still have half an hour.
Nanshan Jian Youran: Don’t be in a hurry.
Sunny: Why are you here so early?
Nanshan Jian Youran: This is my professional ethics [dog head]
Sunny day: [happy]
Song Youran didn't reply. She leaned her head against the big pillar behind her, looked straight ahead, and cleared her mind.
He couldn't see the passengers coming and going passing by him. In the past few years, he had picked up many people here, and they went from strangers to acquaintances, and then from brief acquaintances back to strangers.
There are also people who deliberately make things difficult for him, but he can't muster up any anger. If he can continue, he will continue. If he can't, he will break up. There are too many people in this world. He doesn't know how many passers-by he will meet every day, and how many people he will become a passer-by to. There is really no need to waste his emotions on an insignificant person.
"Hi!" A girl wearing a hat suddenly jumped out and jumped in front of Song Youran.
Song Youran lowered her head: "Who are you?"
The girl smiled happily: "You recognized me so quickly?"
Song Youran chuckled: "You are a sunny day."
The girl lowered her head in disappointment. "Song Youran, I'm Liang Yueqing."
Song Youran immediately narrowed her eyes. "Liang Yueqing, no wonder she looks so familiar."
Liang Yueqing was wearing a hat and a down jacket, her face flushed in the warm spring-like station.
Song Youran said, "You're wearing too much."
Liang Yueqing followed Song Youran to the parking lot. "I'm wearing so much because I listened to you."
"Plans change, and I thought it would snow again today."
Song Youran opened the car door and said to Liang Yueqing, "You can sit in the back, it's more spacious."
As the car drove into the ground, Song Youran asked, "Is there anywhere you want to go?"
Liang Yueqing said, "I want to climb a mountain."
Song Youran suggested, "Since we're going to climb a mountain, let's go to a higher one. The view from the top is great, and we can also go to the temple on the mountainside to burn incense and pray for good luck in the coming year."
Liang Yueqing readily agreed.
Song Youran asked her, "Did you know it was me from the beginning?"
Liang Yueqing said, "I added you as my friend but you didn't agree. Then I saw someone online working as a part-time tour guide with the same username as you, so I guessed it was you."
Song Youran said, "The world is so big, there are many people with the same name, it may not be me."
Liang Yueqing smiled and said, "I heard from Yang Xu that you were studying here. All the coincidences combined can't be wrong."
Song Youran asked, "Are you still in touch with Yang Xu?"
"City A isn't that big. We were classmates, so we had quite a few interactions." Liang Yueqing glanced at the driver's profile. "He's quite funny. He keeps calling me princess, and it's really confusing."
Liang Yueqing's voice was hesitant yet brave: "He told me that you were the first person to call me princess."
"It's me." Song Youran let out a clear, crisp laugh, frank and unadulterated. "When you were a kid, your hair was really long, a bit like Rapunzel."
Liang Yueqing had cut her long hair long ago, and a hat covered her ear-length hair, leaving only a few curled ends on both sides of her cheeks.
She revealed her true colors once again. "Song Youran, are you dating?"
Song Youran replied calmly, "No, but I have someone I like."
Liang Yueqing grabbed the buttons of her down jacket with her fingers and whispered, "It's pretty good."
When we arrived at the foot of the mountain, the tour guide performed his duties and the tourists cooperated wholeheartedly.
They climbed the mountain in the morning, had vegetarian food at noon, visited the park in the afternoon, and went to the Internet celebrity street in the evening.
Lanterns lit up from one end of the street to the other. Liang Yueqing exclaimed, "How beautiful!"
Song Youran took her to a popular snack bar. The place was small and crowded, with tables packed close together. After ordering, Song Youran sidled through the gap between the tables and sat across from Liang Yueqing.
Liang Yueqing took off her coat and asked, "Are there so many people here every day?"
Song Youran washed the cups and poured tea. "When the tourist season comes, you'll have to wait in line outside for at least three hours if you want to enter this shop again."
“That’s too much.”
Song Youran said, “The more people there are, the more people there are.”
After the waiter served the food, Liang Yueqing took out her mobile phone to take pictures. Song Youran waited for her to finish taking the pictures and then placed the signature dim sum in front of her.
"It's delicious." Liang Yueqing puffed up her cheeks, covered her chewing mouth with her hands, and gave a positive evaluation.
Song Youran said, "The really delicious food is all in the deep streets and old alleys. This is where the fun begins."
Liang Yueqing asked: "Then why don't you take me to eat something really delicious?"
"It's too far. It's not worth it to travel halfway across the city. You might as well take a few more photos and post them on WeChat Moments."
Although the logic made sense, the mood was still low. Liang Yueqing put down her chopsticks and asked, "Song Youran, will you stay here forever?"
Song Youran: "Yeah."
"Want to be a tour guide in the future?" Liang Yueqing asked with a smile.
Song Youran said, "Become a teacher."
Liang Yueqing was surprised. "I thought you were studying to be a tour guide." She added, "Being a teacher suits you. You were very good at preaching when you were little."
Song Youran recalled the words she had said to Liang Yueqing when they were little, comforting her on the playground. She smiled and said, "I'm a physical education teacher, I don't preach."
Song Youran sent Liang Yueqing to the hotel. Before going upstairs, Liang Yueqing asked him, "Can I still find you in the future?"
"Of course." Song Youran said, "If you have time, I'll take you around the city."
After returning the car, Song Youran returned to his residence. In order to work, he rented a house outside.
The pigeon cage was just a little bigger than the other, just enough for a good night's sleep. Song Youran lay down on the bed, took the tour guide fee Liang Yueqing had sent him, and replied with a simple smile and a thank you.
The next morning, Song Youran was awakened by Wei Qian's call. Xie Dong was hospitalized again.
Song Youran ruffled the bird's nest on her head even more. "What's the reason this time?"
Wei Qian said: "Dongdong caught a cold and has a fever and cough."
Song Youran got out of bed and washed up. She put her phone on speakerphone next to the sink. As she squeezed toothpaste, she said, "He needs to be hospitalized twice every six months. Do you think that's normal?"
Wei Qian: "He's weak and gets sick easily. Every time he's sick, it takes a long time. The doctor asked him to be hospitalized, so we can't refuse him."
Song Youran spit out a mouthful of pink foam with great force. "Find time to take him to a large hospital for a detailed physical examination. He might be able to handle being hospitalized like this all the time, but I can't handle it either."
After rinsing his mouth, he asked Wei Qian, "Can he talk on the phone now?"
Wei Qian didn't say anything.
Song Youran understood: "Okay, I'll transfer the money to you."
In recent years, Xie Dong has been sick more often than healthy. Song Youran suspected that he was made of tofu, and was afraid that he would suddenly die like the little kid they met in the village.
A few days later, Wei Qian called again.
To be honest, Song Youran now gets a headache when she sees Wei Qian's name appear on her phone.
Wei Qian choked up, "You Ran, the doctor said Dong Dong's white blood cell count is high."
Song Youran was confused: "What do you mean?"
Wei Qian was anxious: "I don't know either. I don't understand."
Song Youran felt the strength draining from her body. "Show me the test report."
He spent the entire night looking up his white blood cell count online. The various possibilities gave him a headache. He couldn't sleep even after putting down his phone, and in the end, he looked haggard.
I can't be that unlucky, can I?
He woke up early to get an appointment with a specialist at the hospital and showed the test results to the experienced specialist. The specialist looked over the results twice and said, "A single result doesn't explain the problem. Bring the patient over here."
Song Youran asked Wei Qian to take Xie Dong to his city. Wei Qian said she would ask the doctor first. Not long after, she replied that after the infusion, Xie Dong's white blood cell count had dropped, and he might have inflammation in his body.
This sudden shock is enough to drive people crazy.
Song Youran transferred money to Wei Qian and said, "Take him for a physical examination as soon as possible."
Wei Qian agreed hesitantly.
Raising a child isn't an easy task. Song Youran was full of complaints, but couldn't utter a single word.
On the day Song Youran went to the school for an interview, Wei Qian called again. The first thing she said was that Dongdong was in the hospital, and then she started crying and crying non-stop.
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