Later, Beibei said that in this life, the convenience she hates most is the hospital. Well, I believe it!
That year, Beibei, like all senior three parties, fought for the college entrance examination. Although his grades were mediocre, he always expected himself to be a miracle worker in such a critical period. Therefore, he still followed the army, carefully recited the words and brushed the test paper, and was busy every day.
It's interesting to say. To outsiders, Beibei is a gentle and quiet girl, but only I know that after making friends, she is the incarnation of a devil. She always has many strange ideas, sometimes naive and ridiculous. She always cries hungry at eleven o'clock in the evening, but never eats dinner. She worships Brother Bing very much, but she never dares to watch his videos. She is particularly afraid of reciting classical Chinese, but she always comforts me not to be nervous. You see, such a fun girl is in hospital for no reason.
I still remember that weekend, she was lying on the table, her face flushed. On the way I took her to the hospital, she cried very sadly. The doctor said the temperature was 39.6℃, and she cried even harder. This earth-shattering performance made the nurses and sisters outside the door think.
The lung infection is very deep. In this tense period, I haven't seen her again for a whole month, and the empty desk beside me always reminds me that she is still lying in the ward full of disinfectant. On weekends, I will send videos to chat with her. Through the screen, I saw her haggard a lot, but she said happily that it doesn't matter, just rest. Later, I learned that during that time, she often cried alone in the quilt.
Soon after Beibei returned to school, the exam was coming. Finally, she left the college and we parted ways.
It was not until last winter vacation that we got together and talked about each other's lives.
Beibei said that for more than a year, she has been taking medicine and regularly went to the hospital for review. My grandmother who loved me the most died not long ago. A hundred days later, my grandfather left. During this period, she often went in and out of the hospital and almost regarded the hospital as her home. With that, she smiled bitterly. She said that the place she hated most in her life was the hospital.
Listening to Beibei's story, I don't know how to comfort her. She acted very cold. Finally, she said, no matter how annoying this place is, I still want to go. That day, I accompanied her to the hospital for reexamination.
After hanging up the number, Beibei went straight to the floor to queue up. When it was her turn, she skillfully rolled up her sleeves and calmly asked the doctor to draw blood. Beibei never frowned, but I was flustered. At the beginning of the physical examination at school, she hid at the end. Sitting quietly in the chair with Beibei, waiting for the review results, the atmosphere was very depressing, but they didn't know what to say.
Beibei quietly looked at the people in line, and I looked over. Suddenly, she said, thank you for being with me today. Before, I was alone. After a pause, he said: Before, I stood here alone in line, surrounded by people, including mother and daughter, friends, lovers or others. I have never found anyone as lonely as me. At that time, I missed my mother very much and wanted her to take me to see a doctor, but she didn't. She ended the trip with a smile. But I cried, like knocking over a five-flavor bottle, and there was no taste at all. She wiped away my tears and solemnly said: I was moved by my strength and cried! Anyway, I cried even harder.
Beibei patted me and said, it doesn't matter, everything will be fine.
Beibei is not a degenerate child. She has strong self-control. Although I left the junior college, my professional performance ranked first in my class. We talked a lot that day. She said, you know, I'm not smart. I have to work harder than others to stay buried. Otherwise I can't even make a vase, I can only make a medicine bottle. In order to remain friends with you, I can only work harder.
After saying goodbye, I realized the words in July with An Sheng: I am sad that I can't love An Sheng as much as I love myself. For so long, I haven't had much contact with Beibei, and I won't say anything without asking her. Before, she couldn't hide anything in her heart. Now, no matter how difficult it is, I just smile and say to those who care about her: it doesn't matter, everything will be fine!
I am distressed by her stubbornness and want to receive her call in the middle of the night. I don't want to be caring and attentive, even if I cry. At least, I am the outlet of her emotions.
Beibei, everything will be fine! I will wait for you.