Chapter 95 The Coin (Shan Qingshan's Perspective)
Liking Zhou Chong is like being caught in a downpour; you only realize it when you're completely soaked.
If you were to ask when it started?
Unraveling the memories, layer by layer, back to the beginning.
The first drop of rain fell on me when we first met.
It was the day he went to see Shan Huai.
It was the day he became allergic to mangoes.
In Shan Qingshan's memory, his father was just a vague figure.
He was never hugged or kissed by his father.
I have never spoken to my father.
I was never raised by my father.
Therefore, no matter how hard Shan Qingshan racked his brains to deepen and color his memories, Shan Huai's image could never be vivid.
When Shan Qingshan received his results, a sense of anticipation arose in his heart.
With such good grades, will Dad be happy?
The answer is: No.
Shan Huai glanced at the report card only once before putting it down, standing up and going to the balcony to smoke. He didn't spare Shan Huai a single extra glance.
Sun Miaolian brought over some peeled fruit, placed it on the coffee table, and pushed it in front of him.
"It must be hot outside. Let's have some fruit first. Try this mango, I just bought it yesterday."
"Thank you, Auntie."
Shan Qingshan ate two pieces, but his mind was still on Shan Huai. The food tasted bland, and after a while, he felt uncomfortable, with an itchy feeling all over his body and face.
He didn't think much of it.
He had no history of allergies, so he was not on guard when Sun Miaolian handed it to him again.
It wasn't until Sun Miaolian exclaimed, "Are you having an allergic reaction? Your face is swollen! Your eyelids are swollen too!"
Sun Miaolian's voice left Shan Qingshan somewhat at a loss.
"Shan Huai, the child has an allergic reaction. You should take him to the hospital to get him checked out."
Shan Huai: "I have other things to do."
Sun Miaolian: "What should we do? Xiao Jian will be back soon, and I won't be able to leave."
"I'm fine."
He didn't want to leave.
He had a strong feeling that he would leave empty-handed this time.
“Allergies can kill people! Why are you so stubborn? The hospital isn’t far. Go there and come back. Listen to me. Can you manage on your own? Just walk two intersections and turn left. Allergies aren’t a serious illness.”
Sun Miaolian gave twenty yuan to Shan Qingshan.
"Go and take a look quickly."
Shan Qingshan clutched the money.
"Then I'll go and come back quickly."
Not long after Shan Qingshan left his house, he brushed past a child of similar age on the stairs. He had a vague intuition that compelled him to turn around and see the boy enter the house.
Dan Qingshan turned back and heard sounds coming from the house, which wasn't very soundproof.
"That bastard is here? No wonder the house smelled so bad. Is this the cup he drank from? Mom, why didn't you throw it away?"
"Throw it away right away? We just chased them away, didn't we?"
Shan Qingshan felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
He couldn't remember how he left that dimly lit stairwell; he only remembered that the stairwell was narrow and seemed to have no end, just like his unchanging life.
Endless, arid, without hope.
This stretch of road is so unclear, even my memories of it are hazy.
He regained consciousness when someone picked him up.
The surroundings were noisy.
"This allergy is so severe that he collapsed on the roadside. It's so pitiful."
"Young man, slow down, don't let him fall."
"Brother, this person's head is swollen like 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 tried to open his eyes, but his head was covered by clothes.
He could only vaguely make out that the broad chest belonged to a boy, whose voice was pleasant and powerful, supporting him steadily.
"Don't tell me it's because you're allergic to UV rays, that would be a real disaster."
He also loves to swear.
Quite arrogant.
Shan Qingshan felt as if he had been carried a long way, yet it also seemed like not that far. When he was put down, Shan Qingshan saw the name printed on his clothes.
—Zhou Chong
The infirmary doctor examined him, but the boy, standing by the water dispenser, didn't even glance in his direction. Another boy, however, ran over and started touching him.
Shan Qingshan reached out to stop him, but heard him say that.
"Brother, you're broke, you have no money in your pocket."
"..."
He has.
It's sewn inside the clothes.
But my throat hurts so much that I can't speak.
Can it be cured?
Dan Qingshan turned his head in the direction of the voice.
Even just his profile, he was tall and handsome.
Doctor: "What are you saying? Two IV drips will do the trick. If you don't have the money, then don't bother. Treating allergies doesn't cost much, and they're just kids."
Zhou Chong didn't reply. He walked to the table and took out a wad of money from his pocket.
With a "whoosh".
Then he said, "Don't bother looking," and turned and left the infirmary.
Dan Qingshan slowly closed his eyes, his consciousness fading. When he regained consciousness, it was already dark outside.
The doctor hadn't left yet; seeing that he was awake, he went over to him.
"Your allergic reaction was quite severe this time. It would be best to go to the hospital to get tested for allergens. The swelling should completely subside tonight, so don't worry. Do you know what you're allergic to this time? Just avoid touching it in the future."
"Okay, thank you."
"Need not."
"Where is the person who brought me here? I want to thank him."
"Then you probably can't find him. He's not a student at this school. He played football here and left a long time ago."
Dan Qingshan waited quietly for the IV drip to finish. He had already stepped out the door when he caught a glimpse of the money Zhou Chong had left on the table.
He himself couldn't explain why, in an instant, his mind went through Zhou Chong's events so clearly, like a revolving lantern. Smells and sounds became anchors in his memories.
He was clearly not in a good mental state at that time.
He also couldn't explain why he said that at that time—
"I don't have money for the bus fare. Can I take one yuan of the money he left behind?"
"Take it all; you won't need that much."
"No need, one yuan is enough."
So, Shan Qingshan took the coin with the smallest denomination.
I didn't think much of it when I took it.
Thinking about it and remembering this kindness, I will definitely find him and thank him in person when he goes to college.
But he shifted gears.
All the beautiful and hopeful things shattered the moment they learned of the gear shift failure.
Shan Qingshan went to ask around and sought out people, but the answer he received was always the same: "It's a pity, let's try again next year."
He felt that his life might be trapped in a curse that made him unworthy of improvement.
The boy named Zhou Chong, like the coin, was put into the drawer and never saw the light of day again.
It wasn't until Shan Qingshan accidentally learned that Zhou Chong had saved a girl from the same village.
The video of the rescue went viral, and Shan Qingshan found Zhou Chong's school without much effort.
Shan Qingshan wrote a thank-you letter to Zhou Chong.
I am grateful for his help.
We thank him for his help to the villagers.
If possible, he would like to thank him in person and be his friend.
However, after the letter was sent, it disappeared without a trace, and there was no reply.
until……
End of the year.
A director wearing black-rimmed glasses came to his door and invited him to appear on his show.
He initially refused.
The sight of ten bundles of cash neatly stacked on the table was quite striking.
However, Zhou Chong's name appears in the guest list.
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