To Your Island

Sunset, seven o'clock.

Time reset... She returned to his grandpa's house.

Wang Jiexiang adjusted his breathing, and the thoughts in his mind gradually became clear.

——To Yinxian School!

——Take him to the hospital to see grandpa!

Determined what to do, she got up, opened the door every second, rushed to the corridor, and picked up the bicycle she was riding just now.

just.

She hasn't figured out the way to his school yet.

Wang Jiexiang repeatedly fell into the stalemate of last week's goal: I wanted to ask for directions, but the people coming and going on the street were all background people.

Last time I waited so long, the only person I saw was not a background person, was Grandpa Yin Xian's nurse.

But she can't wait for her to come just to ask for directions.

Besides, that the caregiver went home, which means that everything is too late.

"Think about it, calm down, there must be a way."

Wang Jiexiang thought about how to find passers-by who are not background people.

There are many people in the staff dormitory who are not background people: Xu Ge, He Shan, colleagues in Yin Xian's office, the owner of the small shop, the uncle of the reception room...

Thinking of this, her eyes lit up.

Yin Xian has an impression, and he often comes into contact with them, they are not the background image in his spiritual world.

Wang Jiexiang searched for people and buildings within his sight, and rode out of the road.

She didn't see the storefront along the street, and she rode to a place she didn't recognize.

Suddenly, the wheel seemed to hit a glass wall.

There was an invisible object blocking the way, making her unable to move forward.

Enchantment.

It was not the first time Wang Jiexiang saw this thing, she changed direction calmly and continued riding.

Finally, at the fork in the road, she found a newspaper with a very conspicuous appearance.

"There must be someone." Wang Jiexiang prayed inwardly.

The shop selling the newspaper, as she expected, was not a background person.

Wang Jiexiang was so excited.

She parked the car and moved forward, almost holding the eldest brother's hand, and said: "Comrade, I can count as finding you."

The eldest brother did not live up to her expectations, he could talk to her normally, and he knew exactly the way to the second middle school.

"You go straight along this road to the end; turn your left hand uphill, about two hundred meters, there is an intersection. Then you turn right, then uphill, and go straight for a while, you will see Go to the big sign of a bank. Cross the road there, at the first intersection across the street, you go downhill..."

"It's complicated," Wang Jiexiang was confused: "I can't remember."

The eldest brother enthusiastically tore a piece of paper and drew a picture for her.

Wang Jiexiang repeatedly thanked him.

"How far is this probably to ride?"

"Not far, fifteen to twenty minutes."

She borrowed his watch and found it was seven forty.

The lights on the road were all on, and night fell.

Wang Jiexiang looked at Tuqi, the abstract drawn by her eldest brother. She followed those arrows, but she couldn't tell how far she should ride, and which intersection she was turning.

She didn't see the "big bank sign" he said, and the road was wrong.

No move, Wang Jiexiang planned to find someone to ask again.

The road she is on is quite lively, but the owner and customers in the shop are all background people.

Leading the car to walk quickly, Wang Jiexiang caught a glimpse of a sign and suddenly aroused hope.

"Chongqing noodles!"

She pushed the car and ran towards it.

"This spicy noodle is Yin Xian's favorite."

I have to say that she has a certain understanding of him after five years of association.

The customers in the store are background people, the waiters are not.

Wang Jiexiang took the picture drawn by the newspaper brother, and the waiter added a few more pens to her.

The noodle shop is very close to the school, and now she feels that she will definitely be able to ride.

It took a lot of effort.

Wang Jiexiang rode out in sweat and arrived at the door of the Second Middle School.

It was dark and quiet at the school gate.

She knocked on the window of the security booth: "Hello, I'm from Yin Xian's family in the third grade, can you help me open the door?"

The security guard glanced at her and didn't respond: "Parents cannot enter the school, wait at the school gate."

Wang Jiexiang looked anxious: "Then what time is he going to leave school?"

"If you don't delay the hall at half past eight, it will be twenty minutes. You can wait."

"No, I can't wait." When she heard the time, she stomped in anxious manner: "He has special circumstances and wants to go home. Can you call him for me?"

"What special situation?"

"The old man at home is sick, he has to go to the hospital to see him."

"Okay," the security guard relaxed: "Then you write a fake note, I'll find someone in his class."

This knot is over, but the procedures still can’t be saved?

Wang Jiexiang didn't have the strength to argue with him: "I will write, I will write immediately, you go find it first."

After she wrote the false note, the security found Yin Xian.

The boy kept a distance from her, and Xiaobian said coldly.

"I do not know her."

Wang Jiexiang doesn't care about children.

"I'm your grandfather's relative, your distant sister," she went straight over, clasped his hand, and took him away: "Let's go to the hospital, your grandfather is dead."

The suspicion in Yin Xian's eyes ceased to exist after hearing her last sentence.

He was stunned, and she was dragged to the bicycle.

Wang Jiexiang eased his foot, a look in his eyes gestured, Yin Xian frankly sat in the back seat.

Even though he was only in the third grade, he was quite tall, she was struggling to carry him.

"How to get to the hospital?" she asked.

He didn't respond.

Wang Jiexiang looked back at him.

His eyes were empty, gnawing his fingers anxiously.

"Yin Xian," she raised her voice: "How do I get to the hospital? Which is the fastest way?"

He showed her the way.

"You help me look at the road, turn around and call me."

Yin Xian should be good.

There was too long a delay on the road, and it was too late based on the last time the caregiver went home.

Wang Jiexiang stepped on the car sweating profusely, preparing for the worst in advance, silently remembering the way.

...

Arrived at the hospital.

With too much force, Wang Jiexiang's legs were weak, and he lost the strength to walk.

Stopping the car and let Yin Xian go first, she couldn't breathe, her stomach spasm.

"Sister, which ward is Grandpa in?"

She held the bicycle, her throat was uncomfortable, and her tongue couldn't be straight.

"Have you never been to his ward?"

He shook his head.

"Do you know where the outpatient hall of the hospital is? Does your grandfather know which department?"

He nodded.

"You go to the outpatient hall, there is usually a mark, go to the department and ask the nurse for the bed number."

While watching Yin Xian run into the hospital, Wang Jiexiang beat his chest and coughed violently.

——As long as Yin Xian learned to ride a bike as a child, she wouldn't be so tired!

-God bless you in time, or you have to ride it again!

She came over in one breath, and she hurriedly chased Yin Xian into the outpatient hall of the hospital.

did not expect.

Yin Xian was still there, and a tall woman stood beside him.

Wang Jiexiang recognized that the woman was Yin Xian's mother.

He snatched the paper from his mother's hand.

The doctor stamped it, which was his grandfather's death certificate.

Yin Xian pinched the paper, and read a few simple words over and over again.

I don't seem to read, I don't seem to understand.

His thin lips were pressed into a straight line, he swallowed, and called her softly: "Mom..."

He asked: "You are in the hospital today, why don't you notify me to come earlier?"

His mother rubbed his eyebrows.

"You are going to class, what will I tell you to do? How can I help?"

Yin Xian looked down and closed the paper.

"That's Grandpa."

When he spoke again, his voice went hoarse.

"You don't want me, it's him who takes care of me. He is hospitalized, and you don't let me know anything. Even if you refuse me to come once, what you said is, take care of yourself and concentrate on studying. The child can't help. Now He's gone...what about him, suddenly gone..."

He bent his back, trembling uncontrollably, like fear, feeling cold.

"Do you blame me?"

Her words clearly distinguish between "you" and "me".

"Do you think I'm not tired enough?"

Yin Xian said nothing.

His mother sighed and stopped talking to him.

In the outpatient hall of the hospital, mothers and sons stood face to face, but they were better than strangers.

Wang Jiexiang realized: Even last week, Yin Xian ran to the hospital alone and met his mother, she would have said the same thing.

Her words are very realistic.

Yin Xian is a child and can't help.

But this is too unpleasant.

It would be nice to adopt Yin Xian, Wang Jiexiang thought.

She looked at him silently, rubbed her nose, and shed some worthless tears for him, for the 15-year-old Yin Xian and for the future Yin Xian.

The world is resetting.

The surrounding space, centered on the death certificate that the boy was holding tightly in his hand, was rapidly distorting.

The hospital is gone, and my mother is gone.

In the fragmented space, only Wang Jiexiang and the young boy remained.

This night, how far away Yin Xian is now.

But there is another Yin Xian, part of Yin Xian, trapped here.

He couldn't reach this hurdle, trapped in the black house, heartbroken countless times.

"Yin Xian."

Wang Jiexiang called him by name.

He looked at her, his red eyes holding back tears.

"Next time, I have an appointment for the next time."

She touched the boy's soft hair and assured him.

"I must hurry up and show you to your grandpa."