Chapter 88 leisurely leisurely (10)

On Friday, June 25th, I will "go to the execution ground", and I have to mention the last grand "prison visit" before.The teacher tried his best and brought many people here, but how heavily guarded is the hospital? We met in the back garden and told the teacher not to bring too many people over the phone and not to call the riot police.On Wednesday afternoon, after I went to bed, my father took me to take a bath, put on new clothes, wrapped a headscarf, and looked very beautiful. On this day, the flowers were beautiful and the weather was good. I asked my father to take a camera to take pictures of the whole process. Everyone would only laugh when they saw me, but they couldn't say a word when they came to me, and they all played by themselves.Wang Zhao sat there talking about football with the boys, and the girls sat further away.Xiaoyun stood by the tree alone.My mother pushed me to Xiaoyun, and we hadn't seen each other for nearly a month.I was sitting next to Xiaoyun in a wheelchair, my eyes were affectionate, but I had nothing to say. Li Baoyu and Daiyu met again after a long absence. After being silent for a long time, I finally uttered a sentence: "Baoyu, hello." Countless bleakness.But the times are really different, I will not say: "Xiaoyun, hello." Instead, I say to her, "I always think your face is like a peach."

At that time, I had difficulty breathing and speaking.But I also said a few words to Xiaoyun as if nothing had happened, and my mother pushed me in front of the girls again, and Xiaoyun followed.I still talk and laugh like I usually do.I told them: "I don't like to wear hospital gowns in the hospital, so I still wear casual clothes at this time." The girls surrounded me in a circle, and I spoke English to them inside, asking them to explain the meaning of words such as lover .They are the elite girls in the class, and they have intricate relationships with the elite boys chatting with them, and there are many legendary crushes.Both the boys and the girls took pictures together, and for some reason, all the pictures of Xiaoyun that day had ugly expressions.Everyone else is good-looking, especially Xiaohui, who is already smiling.I once wrote in an anthology when I was 13 years old: "When I was exercising in a physical education class, I saw Xiaohui sitting on a ping-pong table, dressed in red, and looking mischievously at male and female students in rigid attire. He was very eye-catching. After reading Hu Lancheng's novel, In fact, he was looking at his arrogance and self-appreciation. No matter what other women's women looked like because of him crying, he only uttered one word, as if this person lived for beauty all his life, but his beauty was his own. Seeing Xiaohui sitting on the ping-pong table is the real beauty, not to mention that red is burning in the blue and white school uniforms."

She must still remember these words of mine. During the 301 hospital, she called me every day after school and talked about these things.She is the second girl I have paid attention to in this class since the first year of junior high school. The first girl is Xiaoxiao, who used to be Marble's favorite girl (see how messy this relationship is).The reason for paying attention to Xiaoxiao is that I think she looks like Lin Daiyu in TV dramas.After the group photo was finished, I started to hug the boys, but unfortunately I didn't take the photo.I stood up from the wheelchair, and all the girls exclaimed, "It's so tall!"

At that time, due to the oppression of the tumor, I could no longer lift my right arm, and I was out of breath when I took a step, but I moved freely.Hugging with the boy, the two were shy, and everyone around them was laughing.Yuyu was standing next to the girl, and I approached him cunningly at last, and after hugging him almost in a mannered manner, I suddenly turned to Xiaohui and said, "Let me hug you too!" Xiaohui struggled in my arms, flopping like a fish out of water.After this hug, I started to "attack" one by one, and the girls jumped up and down all around, like chickens in a chicken coop.The second person I hugged was Xiaoyun. I smiled at her, then hugged her tightly, and shook her affectionately back and forth. She was like a light doll in my arms, allowing me to dance around .This is the most real feeling at that time.

I hugged everyone I could find, including the teacher.It was getting late, and it was time to go back. I was pushed into the building, and I was still turning my head to see everyone's faces. They were all smiling and waving.Later, when watching the video, Wang Zhao's mother asked me if there was a sense of separation between life and death.I smiled and answered no, because I was afraid that there would be no reason to cuddle in the future. A few days ago, a teenager named Wang Zheng who was the same age as me wrote a martial arts novel called "Shuangfeilu", which shattered my dream of becoming the originator of the post-90s generation.In that book, Wang Zheng wrote about the healing of knights after being slandered, and also about the hazy love of boys and girls. His experience is definitely not as unforgettable as mine.The time for surgery is getting closer and my condition is getting worse.I can't eat the rice at all, I enjoy the treatment of the emperor, and I have no appetite when the table is full of delicacies.On Thursday morning, the atmosphere was tense due to a lot of unexpected incidents. I called Xiaoyun. She was preparing for the exam at home, and she was preparing for the exam.As soon as she answered the phone, she said, "I was going to call you this afternoon."