Chapter 2 chapter 2

When the engine was started again, the street lights beside the parking lot had slowly turned on. where to go I don't want to go home for the time being, and I have no appetite. Without any thought, I just lightly stepped on the accelerator, turned my back on the road home and headed forward... "It's just a few more days of coughing, how could it be the end stage of lung cancer? I haven't smoked for several years." "We will arrange for you to be hospitalized as soon as possible while doing a more precise examination. Please come back in three days." "...Doctor... I really only have one month left?"

"If this picture is not wrong, I'm sorry. If you treat it properly, you may have the opportunity to extend it to three months." In the eight o'clock series, every time someone is announced by the doctor to have terminal cancer, that person will look like a thunderbolt, then collapse to the point of crying, complaining and grabbing the doctor's shoulder and yelling: "This Impossible! I don't accept it! You must be mistaken!" It was really a mess. After knowing the date of death and going through the calendar, Youchen's mind was blank for a long time, unable to form a basic concept of "death".

The first thought that reluctantly emerged after a trance was actually to laugh at his usual powerlessness. The car slowed down and finally stopped outside a convenience store. "Lung cancer...it's amazing." Youchen pulled up the handbrake: "cough cough cough cough..." The news broadcast on the radio is still focused on the latest news hotspots, the dynamics of the Chinese professional baseball match-fixing case: "The Chinese professional baseball match-fixing case has the latest development. , Chen Zhixin, Xie Qixun, Huang Junjie, Qiu Qicheng and other nine Times Eagles players, after the prosecution's re-examination, they were ordered to pay 50,000 yuan on bail..."

Match-fixing... The monthly salary of a professional player should be a lot, right?They probably live a life of signing autographs for fans anytime, anywhere, why... no, why do they still have to play match-fixing? Youchen used to be a die-hard Times Eagle fan, if not for the greater misfortune befalling him today, he must be in a very sad mood at this moment. cough. But it doesn't matter now. It is at least the player's own choice to make money from match-fixing, but his only options are... one month left in his life, or if he cooperates with the treatment, he can get an extra reward of living two months longer.He doesn't know what else to say about an award other than fuck your mother.

Coughing and walking into the convenience store, he bought a pack of cigarettes. "Which one?" The clerk looked up listlessly. "Whatever." He put a few copper plates on the table: "And a lighter, the cheapest kind. Cough." Sitting on the green plastic chair next to the trash can at the entrance of the store, Youchen lit the pipe with a cheap ten-yuan lighter, and smoked clumsily.What card, don't know, don't care. After only taking a few puffs and coughing a few times, all the hand feeling that I was so addicted to back then came back. Since the birth of her daughter, the family's expenses have increased, and the details in the bookkeeping have become more and more cumbersome. Youchen quit smoking naturally without his wife's reminder.It sounds good to say that it is for the health of my daughter, but it is actually to save a little money.

Although the matter of quitting smoking did not cause Youchen any troubles, nor was he unhappy or complained about it, but smoking a cigarette now can at least pretend to win back something from his fate. Fang Lin, who couldn't wait for her father to pick her up, probably called her mother to take her home long ago. "I'm sorry, Dad sort out his emotions." Youchen took a deep breath. A polished patrol car parked in front of the convenience store. The door of the police car opened, and a fat patrolman took the attendance book on the pillar to sign, and then stood at the door and pulled the belt squeezed by the big belly.A thin patrol policeman went into the store and bought two cans of iced oolong tea. After he came out, he stared at the old Yulon parked next to the police car.

"Sir, is this Jade Bird your car?" The slightly thin patrolman glanced at Youchen who was sitting beside him smoking a cigarette. "..." Youchen just shifted his gaze. "This is the red line, drive away quickly." The fat patrolman took the oolong tea. Youchen looked at the front blankly, without speaking. "This is the red line. If you don't drive away, I will bill you." The slightly skinny patrolman frowned. "..." Youchen didn't seem to hear it. This indifferent attitude offended the two policemen. Originally, they didn't want to deliberately trouble the common people, but simply wanted to show their power as a policeman, but now they have already taken out the ticket book and copied the license plate to Youchen's old Yulong.

"A driver's license." The fat policeman stood up, his trousers zippered right at Youchen's face. "Just hang it away." Youchen said lightly: "Ahem." His tone trembled slightly, and the roots of his ears gradually heated up. But Youchen has no intention of giving in at all. "If you don't take it out, I will issue you a driver's license without a driving license." The fat policeman reminded gently, as if he wanted to give Youchen a chance: "Cooperate a little bit, we are not so difficult to talk, at most I will issue you one supervision."

"..." Youchen continued to smoke, don't overdo it. When encountering similar situations before, such as turning right at a red light, speeding, parking and crossing the line, running a red light, no matter how slim the chances are, Youchen will always say a few words in a low voice that children’s tuition fees are very expensive and their salary has not been raised for a long time. See if you can avoid the ticket, or at least not so heavily. But at this moment, Youchen realizes how annoying it is to expect others to beg him and pretend to be kind - this time, he will never succeed.

"Signature." Just after copying, the slightly thin patrolman handed the ticket to Youchen unceremoniously. "That's all you have to do." Youchen sneered, and couldn't help but add this sentence when he received the ticket. "What did you say?" "The police are amazing." If human personality can be quantified, Youchen's personality is probably the average personality of a million people.Of course, talents are the same, life experiences are the same, bank deposits and mortgage pressure are the same. Simply put, it is the most mediocre of the most ordinary.Mediocre to featureless.

Two hours ago, all of Youchen's life values ​​changed rapidly. "If you say it again, I will accuse you of insulting the police." The policeman beside him said in a low voice. "Insulting what?" Youchen flicked a cigarette: "Cough cough...cough." "I sue you for obstructing official business." "What hinders?" Youchen didn't even think about it. "You contempt for public authority." This is too funny. "I am not despising public authority, I am despising you." After Youchen finished speaking, he secretly felt that what he said was really good. The atmosphere between the three has reached an irreparable embarrassment. "Take out your ID card!" "Just hang it away." "I suspect you are drinking now! Take out your ID card!" "Come and test." "What's your attitude!" "Just hoist the car away." Feeling hot, Youchen gave the two policemen a cold look. Soon, Youchen knew the price of this glance.