Chapter 90 leisurely leisurely (12)

Dial the number. "Hello?" It was Tian'er's voice. "Hi," I said intentionally, "is Tian'er at home?" "Oh!" She was startled, "A rare guest, a rare guest, I feel lost and welcome." With a "rare guest", it was easy to resolve, and the heaviness of life and death was made by her like an old friend reunited after a farewell.What a day! I yelled: "My God!" She hurriedly refused my yelling, because she didn't know whether it was calling God or calling her. Because after chemotherapy, the skin and flesh tissue is different from that of human beings. According to the routine, the stitches should be removed. For me, the stitches were removed too early. Some parts of the wound did not heal. The doctor hoped that I could heal by myself, so I squeezed out blood every day, The chest was tightly strangled with adhesive tape. At this time, I would use a small mirror to reflect on their operation.In the end, I really had no choice but to sew it again (without anesthetics). During this period, I asked to listen to Elvis Presley's "Love Me Tenderly" while sewing.Then there was another chest piercing and a large bowl of fluid was drawn out.That's all the troubles I've had after surgery, and I'm kind of annoyed at the end of my stay in the hospital.This is my random feeling on the computer: "On the night of July 1st, I looked at the photo of my tube removal on the computer. The scene was horrifying, not only clearly showing a long snake-like wound with stitches on it, but also realistic It perfectly reflects the situation of the tube from the outside to the inside. At this moment, people seem to be people in "The Matrix", lifeless machines. Thinking about it makes me shudder. I frantically flipped through the photos, and here Suddenly, I turned to the photos of my classmates who came to see me the day before the operation. I suddenly felt brighter and brighter. Especially the girls with bright smiles made me really like them! I like girls so much. Girls are naturally beautiful. It is a kind of pure beauty. It is even more exciting to put them in such an environment where they are about to undergo surgery (not to mention the traces of surgery I just saw).

During the few days in the hospital, I sang in bed every day, the tune was Pu Shu's, but the lyrics were my own.As soon as a nurse came into the room, I would start shouting at the top of my lungs: I'm going to be discharged! I'm going to be discharged! Ah! I'm bored in the hospital, so go home and have fun.I really want to leave this boring hospital! I want to go home and have fun and leave this boring hospital.I'm leaving the hospital!" The day after day was driving me crazy, just like the prisoners described in Zweig's novel, in the absence of any coercion, the prisoners would also see the same thing every day without any change The house and went crazy, and finally confessed.

July 3rd was a Saturday. Tian'er had her final exam next week, but she promised to study hard during the day. When I thought of eating pizza with me in the hospital, I was naturally excited and moved.Tian'er and her mother came, dressed carefully.The green skirt was long enough to reach the feet, and there was a small blue bag on the back. It was so fresh that I couldn't describe it.Her arrival made me yearn for the hot sun outside the building. There is a famous saying by Chen Bailu: "The sun rises, and the darkness stays behind. But the sun is not ours, we are going to sleep." To borrow its words: "Summer comes Yes, but summer is not ours, we want to eat pizza."

Tian'er treated me like this, but I didn't know how to express it, I just kept my head down.Until such a big pizza is too much to eat.After a short talk, Tian'er had to leave, so I lowered my head in front of the elevator and said, "Your clothes look good." It was such a simple sentence.I was the most restless person. When my health was a little better, I changed into the hospital gown, escaped the guard's eyes, and ran to the hotel where my mother lived next to me under the scorching sun.The front door was blocked and the back door was blocked, and the back door was also blocked and the side door was used. It was really thrilling and exciting.

I ran to the hotel at night and stayed in the ward during the day for IV drips. Both my left and right hands were punctured. Because I had been on IV drips for more than three months, the blood vessels were stubborn and the needles were twisted in my hands. It is said that every bit of my life has been beaten by me at this time.One day I was lying on the bed with a drip in my right hand, but the desire to write still existed in my heart.I used my left hand to write many articles crookedly in the book Lulu gave me.Suddenly, I had the desire to write a poem in my mind, and I felt that it would be the best poem I wrote, so I tried my best to write a few sentences by hand, and then typed the first draft, the second draft and the third draft on the computer. It's the longest poem I've ever written.dedicated to forever

I am the towering tree in front of your steps, The years that call your name flow into the rotating annual rings. I am the creeper slowly spreading outside your window, Record the wrinkles of that helpless time.