Turning around, I looked at Uncle Ya on the hospital bed and said with a smile, "You old man is really good at scaring people. You'll faint when you say they'll faint."
"Didn't that scare you?"
Uncle Ya can indeed speak, but his speech is very unclear. I almost have to react for a while before I can hear what he is saying.
This is the first time I've seen him since he got sick.
On the hospital bed, his condition was obviously not as good as before. His face, which was already thin, now lacked much flesh.
"You take good care of your health. I'm at home."
This is the only comfort I can say now, even though I know it's a bit pale.
A stiff smile appeared on Uncle Ya's yellow face: "With you, I can rest assured."
As soon as he spoke, saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth.
I couldn't help but feel sad. He had been relying on his mouth for a lifetime. If he stayed like this for the rest of his life, it would probably be more uncomfortable than killing him.
I picked up the towel from the bedside and wiped his chin clean: "Liang Hai has relied on a lot of connections, and the dean will do it himself. Don't worry."
He struggled to squeeze out a sentence: "Where is Erhai? Why haven't you seen him?"
My heart sank, and I lied again: "He's in a hurry and has to go out."
"Come closer and I'll say a few words to you."
I quickly squatted beside the bed and put my ear against his mouth.
"What do you think about the Changchun Meeting?"
His voice was all breathy, and it tickled my ears, but I had no intention of laughing.
Even though he was already lying on the hospital bed, he still did not forget the trivial matters of us people.
Looking at Uncle Ya's face, I suddenly made up my mind.
It is estimated that this is the last time we will see each other in this life. Whether you lie or hide it, please be patient first.
"I will accept this."
Now his body has not yet recovered, his masseter muscles are as stiff as a stone, and he grins and looks like he is crying.
"You...have figured it out?"
"Yeah, I got it."
Uncle Ya's dry eyes seemed to suddenly have light. Even though it was difficult to speak, I could still hear the pride in them.
"I have the ability to help you mount your horse, and I have the ability to give you another ride."
The sense of security burst out of his body again, but this time, I could no longer be protected.
I never doubted what he said, but now I just deal with it.
"The day to elect the president is less than half a month away."
"Well..." He took a few deep breaths and weakly instructed: "During this period, you must practice well."
I quickly caught the saliva and said comfortingly: "I know everything, so don't worry about it."
Uncle Ya tried very hard to put his hand in my palm, with a smile on his lips, but he could no longer speak.
"You, rest, I'll go back to the teahouse first."
Before he could reply, I was already out the door.
Originally, I thought there would be a lot to say in the last meeting, but when we finally met, all the words were stuck in my throat.
Like a repeater, I would only tell him to take care of himself.
There is too much to say and too little to say.
When I got to the door, I waved to Xiaobai again, and when he came out, I dragged him to the other end of the corridor.
"Is the money enough?"
This is what I am most concerned about right now. As long as there is enough money, most of the problems can be solved.
Xiaobai took out a lot of change from his pocket: "There are so many more."
"But you don't have to worry about the hospital bills."
I frowned slightly: "Did Liang Hai pay the money?"
"Yes, Mr. Liang has been here."
As he spoke, he took out two bills from his pocket: "Look, one is from Uncle Ya, and the other is..."
Before he finished speaking, he was already crying.
I should have thought from the beginning that this matter could not be hidden.
Now that Liang Hai paid the hospitalization fee, Xiaobai saw everything directly.
"It's okay, brother."
Before I could say my words of comfort, Xiaobai sniffled: "I can take good care of them, and I promise not to cause any trouble to you."
Although he was crying, he didn't make any sound. Instead, he looked calm as an adult.
Xiaobai seems to have matured overnight, but this is not what I want to see.
If possible, I hope he will never be heartless, instead of gritting his teeth and taking some responsibilities.
I rubbed his head habitually: "You don't have to think too much, I have everything."
"Don't worry about Liang Hai's money. I asked him to send it."
I looked up at the snow-white door of the ward: "Uncle Ya and your Brother Hai, I'll leave it to you. I'll come back later."
I ran away from the hospital like a lost mouse.
I know that they all rely on me now, but I just want to leave.
This is a guilt that can drive people crazy.
As I ran, I kept saying: Forgive me, forgive me...
