After Cui Jinyu entered the ward, she put her backpack on the cabinet and sat on the sofa, but she had no interest in looking at the backpack.
The sofa is very elastic and should be very comfortable to sit on. However, it may be because I have never sat on such a flexible chair before, so I still feel a little uncomfortable. Cui Jinyu put one hand on the armrest of the sofa, supported his head, closed his eyes, and leaned there lazily, letting his thoughts go, feeling that his brain was blank.
I don’t know how long I had been sitting there when a burst of music broke the silence of the room and woke up Cui Jinyu who had been stunned.
Cui Jinyu stared blankly at the backpack on the cabinet, listening to the bursts of music coming from inside. He now knew it was the ringtone of his cell phone, but he really didn't want to pay attention to it and kept listening until the music stopped. But within a few minutes, the music started playing again, and Cui Jinyu just listened until the music stopped again.
The caller had a way of never giving up until he got through. He kept calling. After thinking about it, Cui Jinyu opened his backpack and took out his mobile phone. If he didn't want to, he was now Zhao Jinyu. As soon as the call was connected, he just fed There was a sound, and there was a burst of yelling and cursing inside, "Zhao Jinyu, where did you die? After the exam yesterday morning, you ran away. I originally wanted to find you to come out and have fun at night, but I couldn't find anyone on the phone. We called you so many times since yesterday, but you didn’t answer the phone. We thought something had happened to you. We called your cell phone, but it didn’t answer, and no one answered your home phone call. What’s going on?”
Cui Jinyu heard the voice on the other side and knew that it was Zhao Jinyu's classmate. No one answered her cell phone, and no one answered when she called her home. It must be Mrs. Fang who happened to be away from home, so she couldn't find him, so she said , "I'm sorry, my mother is sick, and something happened to me. My phone is not with me."
"Auntie is sick? What illness? Is it serious? And what happened to you?"
"The advanced stage of lung cancer has been hidden from me. I only found out about it yesterday, and now I'm just delaying the day."
Cui Jinyu listened to the voice on the other side. As soon as she finished saying this, a voice on the other side said, "What hospital is Auntie at? Let's come over now."
Cui Jinyu thought of Zhao's mother's current situation. She was sleeping more and less awake. In just these few days, she had to prepare some funeral arrangements. There was really no need for them to come over.
"Thank you! No, mother is sleeping most of the time now. The doctor said she doesn't have much time left. We'll talk about the rest later!"
"In this case, take care of yourself. If you need help with anything, just ask. You must take care of yourself."
"Okay, if necessary, I'll tell you later."
After hanging up the phone, Cui Jinyu thought about Zhao's mother's funeral, but thinking about it carefully, it seemed that there wasn't much to be busy with. After death, modern people are sent directly to the crematorium and cremated, leaving some ashes. Put it in an urn and leave some thoughts for the family. There is no such thing as mourning, mourning, mourning, etc. Alas, I don’t know whether I should say this is the progress of society or the loss of human morality.
Without accompanying Zhao's mother, Cui Jinyu had nothing to do in the ward. He sat there in a daze and didn't know when it would start. As he sat there, he unconsciously focused his consciousness on his Dantian, tempering the energy he had gathered last night. A trace of vitality. This weak trace of true energy, under the condensation of divine consciousness, although it grows very weakly, it is indeed growing slowly.
"Master, it's time to eat!"
At 12:30 noon, Mrs. Fang came over with lunch prepared from home. As soon as she entered the ward, she saw Cui Jinyu sitting on the sofa with her eyes slightly closed, thinking that he was dozing off. In fact, when Sister Fang opened the door, Cui Jinyu knew that she had withdrawn her consciousness at the same time and stopped practicing.
Five years of revenge career and two years of military life not only raised Cui Jinyu's Tianyi Mind Technique from the eighth level to the highest ninth level, but also transformed him from a young man who once lived a comfortable life to a man who took up martial arts as a hobby. The young master of an aristocratic family who only knew love and romance turned into a killer who was always highly alert to his surroundings.
When he regained his consciousness, he was not immersed in the joy of practicing. Instead, he felt sad and sad. Because he had lost the hope of going home, he had neither the intention nor the unwillingness to practice while he was awake, but after so many years, The habit has completely penetrated into the bone marrow, and he started practicing without knowing it, but now he has become a top master, so what, he will never be able to return to the Song Dynasty, or his home in the Song Dynasty. Although that home no longer exists!
Aunt Fang looked at Cui Jinyu who was still sitting on the sofa and thought he was acting like this because of Zhao's mother's illness. She could only try to persuade him, "Master, come over to eat first. No matter what, you have to eat." of."
"Sorry, Aunt Fang!"
Sister-in-law Fang took out the food and put it on the small table. After Cui Jinyu started eating, she said from the side: "Master, it was not my place to say this originally, but now, there is no one else in the master's family, and the wife's wife It’s time for you to think about it. Although you don’t have to worry about the cemetery and will be buried directly next to your father, you still have to worry about other things."
Cui Jinyu nodded, but after thinking about it for a long time, according to the customs here, when a person dies, he is sent to the funeral parlor, cremated, and the urn is taken back for burial. Other than that, he really can't think of anything else to do.
After the last dressing change in the afternoon, Cui Jinyu went through the discharge procedures and went to Zhao's mother's ward to sit for a while. However, Zhao Qianxue never woke up, so Cui Jinyu had to take a taxi back to Zhao's house with Sister Fang. Fortunately, the Zhao family is very close to the hospital, and it only takes ten minutes to take a taxi. Otherwise, Mrs. Fang would not have enough time to run like this several times a day, even if she was not afraid of being tired.
The Zhao family now lives in a community not far from the hospital. The community environment is very good and the floor area ratio is very low. The Zhao family lives in a building close to it. It is a duplex building on the top floor with more than 200 square meters. It was built by Zhao Jinyu a few years ago. His adoptive father moved in before his death.
After entering the house, Mrs. Fang advised Cui Jinyu to rest, saying that she would call for dinner later. Cui Jinyu thought that she and Sister Fang didn't know what to say, so they simply went back to Zhao Jinyu's room upstairs.
Zhao Jinyu's room was mainly decorated with a blue sky, a double bed, a computer placed on the desk, and a large bookcase in a conspicuous place on the other side. Cui Jinyu stood in front of the bookcase and looked through it carefully. It turns out that in addition to books on study, Zhao Jinyu’s reading interests are also quite extensive.
While in the hospital, Sister Fang mentioned Zhao's mother's funeral, and Cui Jinyu couldn't help but think of her relatives in the Song Dynasty. Can any traces still be found in the Cui family’s ancestral home and family graveyard? But the hope should be very slim, but maybe the secret room that Grandpa Yang and his wife kept in Yuntai Mountain can still be found!
It’s not that I don’t hope that my relatives’ cemeteries can still be waiting for me to pay my respects, and that my home can still be waiting for me to remember, but I know that my ancestral home is too close to Tokyo, which is now Kaifeng City. More than 800 years have passed, especially when people are engaged in various developments in various places recently. I really don’t dare to have hope that my ancestral cemetery can still exist.
Back then, Grandpa Yang lived in Yuntai Mountain. At first, he had to be led in and out by others. It was only later that he started practicing martial arts that he could easily go in and out without help. It can be seen from this that the place where Grandpa Yang lived was very remote. Maybe there is still a glimmer of hope that Grandpa Yang's place can be found. Grandpa Yang’s home and later cemetery are both in Yuntai Mountain, and should still be found. When Zhao’s mother’s matter is settled, it seems that he will prepare to return to Henan Province.
After thinking about it for a while, Cui Jinyu seemed to feel much calmer. After sitting cross-legged, she began to slowly cultivate the Qi in her body.
In the next few days, Cui Jinyu went to the hospital to accompany Zhao's mother every day. If Zhao's mother was awake, she would talk to her. If her cough was too severe, she would massage some acupuncture points to help her relieve the pain. Some pain allowed her to suffer as little pain as possible in her last days.
On the fifth day, after eating the breakfast prepared by Sister Fang, Cui Jinyu came to the hospital ward early. Cui Jinyu saw that Mother Zhao seemed to be in much better spirits today, and her heart skipped a beat, knowing that Mother Zhao's time had come. Is this a comeback? !
Seeing Cui Jinyu sitting next to her bed, Mother Zhao stared at him for a long time. Until Cui Jinyu felt a little uncomfortable, she asked, "Who are you?"
