C17 Liar(1)

Time passes really fast, and in the blink of an eye, a few more spring and summer have passed, and the light by the side is growing bigger and bigger. In the fall of the third year of the New Year. Bian Jiansheng's body was getting worse and worse, to the point where he had no choice but to stay in the hospital.

The National Day had just passed, and the entire country was still immersed in the festivities' joy. However, Fang Lin's sister's family had fallen into a deep abyss of sorrow and was unable to extricate themselves. The report of the late stage of liver cancer that Bian Jian gave birth to was like a muffled thunder, causing the entire family to be on the verge of collapse.

Fang Lin's sister had been unable to sleep or eat for a few days already. On the surface, she pretended as if nothing had happened. She washed her clothes, cooked, and sent her son to school. Everything was the same. Once she was alone, her tears flowed uncontrollably.

After dinner, she went upstairs in the morning.

Bian Jiansheng sat in the living room weakly, his curled up body looking as if it was going to slide down from the chair. His eyes were empty and misty, and he sighed deeply with sorrow.

These sighs were very, very soft, and it was hard for others to detect them unless they deliberately listened. However, Fang Lin's sister heard them clearly. It was as if a sharp knife had been stabbed into her heart, and it was so bloody.

She leaned against the table powerlessly, her husband's sallow face in her tears. They had lived together in this family for eighteen years. The doctor's ruthless words, "late-stage liver cancer," were soul-stirring, and Fang Linmei was still unable to accept it.

Grandpa Bian hurried over from his old residence. When he entered, he nervously asked his son, "Jiansheng, are you going to be hospitalized?"

Bian Jiansheng sighed. He looked depressed and did not answer.

Grandpa Bian asked again, "Is there really a tumor on the liver?"

Bian Jiansheng sighed again, nodded and shook his head.

"Tomorrow, we'll go to Jiangzhou City to stay in the hospital. I'll leave it to you when the sun rises. " Fang Lin said helplessly with tears in her eyes.

The money was the key to being hospitalized. She had long heard that with this kind of illness, she would not be able to stay in the hospital for more than a few days if she spent tens of thousands of yuan. Sister Fang Lin's family had more than 30,000 yuan in savings, and she had borrowed another 20,000 yuan in the past two days. She could only use it for now. If it was not enough, she could think of a way in the future.

Bian Jiansheng refused to go to the hospital. He understood that there were not many who were optimistic about general liver diseases. He knew his own body best, and he did not want to spend money for nothing.

"What are you talking about? Even if I have to sell everything I have, I have to treat you. Nowadays, medicine is so advanced. Wouldn't it be better if you removed the cystic cavity? " Sister Fang Lin knew that her husband's heart ached for money.

Sister Fang Lin stopped his negative thoughts. Once his spirit collapsed, he would really collapse.

Fang Linmei also knew in her heart that the hope of curing him was slim. But a living family member was right in front of her. If she did not spend a single cent, she would let him lie at home and leave like this. She would not be willing to give up, nor would she be able to face her own conscience, nor would she be able to resist the pressure of public opinion.

In the past few years, Jiansheng had not been able to work, and he still needed to see a doctor. The family of three relied on Sister Fang Lin's meager salary, and their lives were very difficult. Now that Bian Jiansheng's health had reached such a state, no matter how wealthy his family was, there was no room for negotiation when he went to the hospital.

Sister Fang Lin slowly walked to the staircase and shouted upstairs, "Liang Liang! Grandpa is here. Come down. Mom has something to say to you. "

Liang Liang came to the living room and felt that the atmosphere was not right. There were traces of crying in his mother's eyes. There was sadness in his grandfather's serious expression and his eyes were a little red. He stopped at the staircase.

"Liang Liang, come, come here!" Fang Lin called Liang Liang in front of her and said with a serious expression, "Tomorrow, Mom will accompany Dad to the hospital in Jiangzhou City. Mom isn't home, so you have to listen to Grandpa. You can't miss your studies. "

Liang Liang was a little surprised. It was already common for his father to be sick for a long time, so why did he suddenly have to go to the hospital? He asked in confusion: "Why?"

"Your father has a cystic tumor on his liver, and he needs to be operated on. " Sister Fang Lin was weak.

Liang Liang stared with his eyes wide open. "Open the incision? When are you coming back?"

Sister Fang Lin sighed and said in a low voice, "I think it will take half a month to come back. "

Bian Liang blinked his big eyes. "So long?"

Fang Linmei nodded and told him that his grandfather had been staying here for a while. His grandfather was old, so he had to do some housework for him.

Bian Liang still found it hard to accept. He looked at his father and then at his grandfather. One of them had a face like yellow mud that was beyond cure, while the other had a face full of grief and old age. He could not help but feel his heart tighten.

Sister Fang Lin handed a string of keys to her grandfather with tears in her eyes.

His grandfather took the keys with a trembling hand and put them in the pocket of his shirt.

Tears filled Fang Linmei's eyes as she silently packed her luggage.

Usually, Bian Liang hated his mother's nagging the most, but now that she suddenly stopped talking, he felt a little uncomfortable, as if he had smelled something hidden.

He quietly went upstairs.

Bian Jiansheng went to the hospital, and Sister Fang Lin invited Zhao Qiang, a colleague from the factory, to drive. The next morning, before six o'clock, Zhao Qiang's car arrived at Sister Fang Lin's house in Peach Blossom Village.

Bian Jiansheng heard the sound of the car outside the door. His feet were so heavy that he could barely move. He thought to himself, It's time to go. He pushed open the bright door. He stood at the door and stared blankly at his sleeping son. His eyes couldn't help but turn red. He repeatedly asked himself, Will I be able to come back from this trip? He shook his head slightly. He let out a long sigh and started to cry. He really could not bear to leave this home. He could not bear to leave them. Even if he looked at them one more time, it would be good!

Looking at her husband's reluctant look, Fang Lin's nose was so sour that it went straight to her forehead. Bian Jiansheng's old father was also secretly wiping his tears by the side.

The car left Peach Blossom Village. Along the way, No one spoke. The air in the car was unusually heavy. Bian Jiansheng looked out the window absent-mindedly. Everything in the houses, trees, and fields moved backward, but he did not respond. Zhao Qiang wanted to comfort him. He could only drive quietly. He drove towards Jiangzhou City.