Chapter 11

11。 Xianglian

"how can I rest assured that you go to the street alone? It's not like the county town, it's much bigger than the county town. If you can't get it back, you can't find it! And there are no more bad people in this city than in the village. There are often child traffickers. "

"Dad, don't always treat me as a child. I'm 12 years old and I'm in junior high school. You can rest assured that I won't run far away. Even if I'm far away, I can ask people or take a taxi. Even if I'm so old, I can't get lost."

Mencius junao, however, said with a smile: "well, be careful yourself."

Meng Qingqing went to the bathroom to change another dress that she had brought from home. It was a shirt with red flowers on a white background. Because it was too old, the original patterns and colors could not be seen. The clothes were small and old, the style was rustic, and the clothes were rustic and shabby. Meng Qingqing thought, no matter it, the soil is local. Anyway, he is just a child now. His image is not important. His father's disease is the most serious Yes.

Meng Zijun looked straight but shook his head, "I used to send money back every month. How come your grandmother didn't take you to buy some clothes well. You see your clothes are small, not fit, and so old, no way. This afternoon I'm going to take you to buy more clothes. Girls should wear more beautiful clothes."

Meng Qingqing looked at her clothes. She comforted her father, "my clothes are not bad in our side. They are good, and they are not broken. They are really soiled here. Don't worry. I'll buy them in the afternoon."

Meng Qingqing opened cabinet 9 and found a white Long Sleeve T-shirt. "Dad, change the shirt on your body and I'll wash it."

Meng Zijun grinned and said, "OK, my daughter helps my father wash clothes."

Meng Zijun sat on the bed and changed his clothes. Meng Qingqing saw that his father was so thin that he could see his bones. How strong his father used to be! She remembers that when she was a child, her father would always hold her in a circle or hold her high to listen to her laugh and surprise. At that time, the muscles on his arm were tangled. But now his arm is skin and bone.

Meng Qingqing took the basin to the boiling room to pick up some hot water for washing powder. On the corridor, she met Dr. Ling's son. She saw him looking at her, nodding to him, smiling, and walking to the boiling room.

Ling Yunfeng looked at the dirt girl she ran into when she entered her father's office. She had changed a dress. She was more rustic and older than before. She had ugly short hair and dark skin. She was thin. She was 12 years old, but she looked like a little bit of eight or nine years old. Although she could not find any other words to describe her whole body except a local character, she was partial However, he had a pair of dark and bright eyes, and he didn't act like a country child who had never seen the world.

Looking at her small, thin figure, I think of her father's words, "her mother died when she was a child, and her only relative now is her father, but now her father is also lying in the hospital, dying."

Ling Yunfeng muttered, "it's really a poor little girl." He turned and strode to the elevator.

Meng Qingqing helped his father wash his clothes and returned to the ward. It was time for lunch. The son of bed 7 had already gone to get dinner, but bed 8 had not come back. Mencius Jun said: "dialysis for four hours should be over now. Maybe they went to the canteen to eat directly."

Meng Qingqing went to fight her father and her two meals alone. My father wants to eat light food, so Meng Qingqing plays some vegetarian dishes. What's more, those dishes are just stir fried with water without any flavor. It's impossible to have any nutrition. Is it true that dad has been eating such a meal for more than a month?

"Dad, didn't you say my uncle took good care of you? How come I've been here for a long time, and I haven't seen his shadow. Has he ever cooked a few meals for you? The food in this canteen is not nutritious at all. "

While eating, Meng Zijun said: "I am good at my own hands and feet, and I can still take care of myself. Your uncle has his own job. He can't come to the hospital every day to accompany me. He comes almost once every two days, or when he is dialysis, he will take care of him. At other times, he doesn't need to delay him at any time."

"Dad, you always think about others, you never think about yourself. There are so many people in the canteen. What if you are knocked down? The doctor said falling is the most dangerous. Your kidney is already very fragile. If you fall down, you will die. I believe that they are busy with their work, but now it is the national day. Their scientific research institute must be on holiday, and they don't come to send you a meal. "

At this time, bed 7 came back and Mencius said, "where did you go to get rice? My daughter didn't go until after you went. She called back. You're back now

7 bed son pointed to bed 8, "this has gone, I met his wife, comfort a few words."

Seven bed asked his son, "what? What do you mean

"What do you mean? If you leave, you will die! "

Meng Qingqing exclaimed, "didn't you say you went to dialysis? How could he die! Didn't it go well? "

Seven bed sighed, "patients like us may leave anytime and anywhere. It's just enough for people as old as me. It's a pity that young people like eight beds are only 28 years old and their children are only more than one year old."Meng Qingqing knows that the disease is very serious and may die at any time, but she looks good in the morning like 8 beds, and she can leave as soon as she says. So suddenly, thinking about her father may also face such a situation, Meng Qingqing is scared, and she murmurs to herself, "how can this happen? I don't believe it. How can a good person say it's gone?"

7 bed is still chattering: "this man is also from the countryside. His family wants to be young, so he has to be treated in any case. In order to cure him, his family owes a lot of foreign debts, and now he is running out of money and money. Poor rest of the family, old and small, his wife alone, how to make money to repay those foreign debts? "

Meng Qingqing listened, heart block flustered, the meal is difficult to swallow, she simply put down the rice bowl. She thought of bed 8 in the morning and said, "I always didn't sleep enough before. Now I'm sick, I sleep every day." Now he was sleeping for a long time.

After a while, the wife of bed 8 came to pick up her things. Her eyes were red and swollen with tears. Everyone comforted her. She packed up two big bags of things, sat on the bed and couldn't help crying. Meng Qingqing also with tears, in the face of such a situation, everyone's comfort is so pale.

Cry enough, she took things to go, Meng Qingqing went to help her carry a bag, sent her downstairs.

When parting, she touched Meng Qingqing's head, "good boy, you are also a poor one, I hope your father can get better, don't leave you alone." Although she comforted Meng Qingqing like this, she knew that the disease would die sooner or later. She had no confidence in what she said. She could only sigh and go!

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