"If you can't find a matching style, your sister's physical condition will not last long, so you still have to be mentally prepared." The doctor helped her eyes and looked at the boy in front of her without any emotion: "Can your parents really not be able to get here?"

Zhuo Xiaoyuan: "It's not that I can't catch up, it's not that I can't come."

The doctor seemed to have expected this result and did not ask too much: "If you don't want your sister to be too painful for the last time, it is recommended to stop chemotherapy first. The child's body cannot bear the sadness."

When Zhuo Xiaoyuan returned to the ward, Xie Meng was peeling fruits. Zhuo Jin now fell asleep longer than when he was awake. The little girl was lying quietly, and the shadow of the salt water bag fell on her thin cheekbones.

Xie Meng handed him the fruit plate: "What do you say?"

Zhuo Xiaoyuan sat down, he held Zhuo Jinmi's hand and gently pinched it.

"I plan to stop chemotherapy for a while." Zhuo Xiaoyuan said lightly.

Xie Meng frowned: "Isn't there enough money?"

Zhuo Xiaoyuan shook his head: "Ji Qinyang still has left, don't worry."

Xie Meng was still worried: "Do you want to contact Han Dong to borrow some?"

Zhuo Xiaoyuan: "He gave the money I came here, and he contacted the doctors in the hospital here, which is enough to bother him."

Xie Meng didn't know what to say.

Zhuo Xiaoyuan continued: "When I was in Suzhou, Qi Fei and Ganggang's family had already given me a lot of money, but I didn't pay it back, so I didn't want to owe more."

Xie Meng: "Your parents..."

Zhuo Xiaoyuan suddenly smiled, he looked at Xie Meng and said, "It's not our biological child in the near future."

Both parents are from the countryside and have no education. They farm in spring and summer, and go to work in other places in winter. Zhuo Xiaoyuan's most important childhood thing was the endless fields. He would grow loquats at home in May and June. When he was a child, he was in poor health and could not climb onto the trees like other children to pick them and eat them.

Later, the distant relative gave birth to an extra daughter at home. The parents were superstitious and wanted to "convene joy" for Zhuo Xiaoyuan's bad body, so Zhuo Jinjin was born.

That year, Zhuo Xiaoyuan was 8 years old, while Zhuo Jin was only two years old.

He didn't like this sister at first. She was too thin and not fun. She was timid and had no use except clingy and loved to eat. However, Zhuo Jinjin liked him because he was not in good health and could not go out to play with other friends. So, except for school, most of the time, Zhuo Xiaoyuan and his sister he didn't like very much.

Zhuo Xiaoyuan was doing homework, and Zhuo Jinjin was building blocks next to him. The things she played with were left by Zhuo Xiaoyuan when she was a child, and she also wore them. When her hair was short, she couldn't tell whether it was a boy or a girl.

"That's not that hard." Zhuo Xiaoyuan finished his homework and looked at Zhuo Jinjin building a skyscraper. He played it many times when he was a child, and he could do it well with his eyes closed.

Zhuo Jinjin looked up at him, then grinned and called Guaiju.

Zhuo Xiaoyuan didn't feel patiently helping her put together the skyscrapers, and Zhuo Jinjin sat in his arms and looked at it very seriously.

The two of them spent the afternoon fighting the skyscrapers, skyscrapers, skyscrapers... Anyway, they were all a series. Zhuo Xiaoyuan accompanied Zhuo Jinjin to recall his childhood.

"Is it fun?" he asked his sister.

Zhuo Jinjin nodded vigorously: "It's fun."

Zhuo Xiaoyuan rubbed the child's head and felt that he liked her a little.

Perhaps it is because the legendary Chongxi is really useful. Zhuo Jin has been here for two years, and Zhuo Xiaoyuan's health has gradually improved. At that time, he was in the fourth grade of elementary school. Even if he was in good health, it was too late to integrate into the boys' collective, and there were few friends.

The boy still goes to school and goes to school every day, at two o'clock and one line. Zhuo Jin always sits on the steps at the gate of the yard waiting for him. When he sees Zhuo Xiaoyuan from afar, he will run over and grin and call him brother.

The loquats in May and June are ripe again. Zhuo Xiaoyuan couldn't help but look out the window a few times when he was doing his homework. Zhuo Jinjin wrote and painted on his brother's remaining draft. She looked at Zhuo Xiaoyuan tilted his head.

"Brother, I'll help you pick it up." Zhuo Jinjin said.

Zhuo Xiaoyuan: "No, I can pick it myself."

Zhuo Jinjin pouted: "You caught a cold and coughed last week, so you can't move around."

Although the number of times is small, every time Zhuo Xiaoyuan's health is not good, his parents will take their anger on his sister. Although they will not beat and scold him, their faces look ugly.

"Ignore them." Zhuo Xiaoyuan said unhappy: "Brother will take you out to live in the future."

Zhuo Jinjin laughed. She put down her pen and ran to the yard. She climbed up the loquat tree flexibly, picked a lot of picking and picking it in front of Zhuo Xiaoyuan: "Then I'll pick loquats for my brother." She said.

When Zhuo was nearly 7 years old, he fainted in front of the rostrum at a primary school sports meeting. At first, his parents attached great importance to it. All the larger hospitals in Suzhou were checked, but when they were diagnosed, they were silent.

Zhuo Xiaoyuan had never heard of apathetic anemia before. In his impression, even if he was in poor health, he would get better as he grew up. So when adults said that his sister would die, he found it ridiculous.

"I'm so young. I heard that I brought it back to celebrate... No wonder."

"Isn't that true? My brother is in good health, and my sister is... tsk, don't say it's quite awesome."

What Zhuo Xiaoyuan heard the most for a long time was the words like this between neighbors. He was carrying his sister on his back, standing under the loquat tree in the yard with expressionless face.

Zhuo Jinjin lay on his back and asked him in a low voice: "Brother, do you want to eat loquats?"

Zhuo Xiaoyuan shook his head: "Brother, don't eat it."

He turned around and asked his sister: "Do you want to eat it near?"

Zhuo Jinjin thought for a while: "I'll stop eating."

Zhuo Xiaoyuan carefully put her down, lifted her sleeves, squatted down and rolled up her trousers: "You are waiting for your brother below."

Zhuo Jinjin raised his head nervously. She watched Zhuo Xiaoyuan climb up the tree with unfamiliar movements. The branches stretched out tore through his brother's face. Zhuo Xiaoyuan ignored it and picked a lot of loquats wholeheartedly.

He picked the largest ones, peeled them and handed them to Zhuo Jinjin's mouth: "Eat it."

The little girl grinned and ate happily with a smile.

Zhuo Xiaoyuan started chemotherapy in the second year of junior high school. His parents could pay for it at first, but gradually they became unable to do so. The days of working outside were getting longer and longer, and there were only two children left at home.

While attending class, Zhuo Xiaoyuan took care of Zhuo Jinjin, who was off school at home, changed from the original two points and one line to the three points and one line.

Miraculously, Zhuo Xiaoyuan never got sick again.

When the winter in Suzhou is the coldest, in order to save a few dollars on the bus, he took off his coat and wrapped his sister who had just finished chemotherapy and walked home with his back.

Zhuo Jinjin couldn't sleep on his back, but he was so sensible that he didn't cry or make a fuss. The brother and sister talked and diverted their attention.

"How much did you spend today?" Although he was only 10 years old, Zhuo Jinjin already had the most basic economic concept.

"Not much." Zhuo Xiaoyuan calculated by his fingers: "I can buy you a bowl of wontons tonight."

The little girl shook her head on his back: "I won't eat it, my brother will eat it."

Zhuo Xiaoyuan held her butt up and delivered it, and turned around in place and said, "Brother is very full for dinner. Look, how strong is it."

Zhuo Jinjin laughed out loud.

Due to economic problems, Zhuo Jinji's chemotherapy was always intermittent. Zhuo Xiaoyuan began to pay attention to treatment for leukemia cancer. After graduating from high school, he went to Zhuo Jinji's biological parents to ask them to match them. As a result, he rushed to the train all night, but was locked outside the door the next day, and the other party didn't even let him in.

"It's not easy for us." In the end, the country couple who were frightened by Zhuo Xiaoyuan's fierce smash on the door almost knelt on the ground and kowtowed to him: "There are old people and young people... Then let's pretend that we have never given birth to a child."

Zhuo Xiaoyuan's eyes were red. He grabbed the male owner's collar, gritted his teeth but couldn't say a word.

At that time, Zhuo Xiaoyuan realized that there were really cruel things in the world that you could not imagine.

The so-called parents do not recognize their parents and children, and the so-called death is not saved.

It turns out that it is not unusual at all.

When Zhuo Jin finished chemotherapy in Suzhou for the last time, his parents talked with Zhuo Xiaoyuan.

My mother's face was old and tired: "We really can't afford to support us... The doctor also said there was no hope, look..."

Zhuo Xiaoyuan interrupted her: "Are you going to die near?"

The woman opened her mouth and reached out to cover her face slowly.

Zhuo Xiaoyuan looked down at her expressionlessly: "I was in poor health when I was a child. You raised her and cheered her up. She suffered for me. She is my sister."

"If you die near you." Zhuo Xiaoyuan said slowly: "It's my sin, I will never pay it back in my life."

After settling down on time to Beijing, Han Dong came to find Zhuo Xiaoyuan once.

"I have helped you find an expert in this area." Han Dong gave Dr. Zhuo Xiaoyuan's business card: "The money has been paid for you, there is still a little bit here. Zhang Gang and Qi Fei have collected it for you, and you can bring it with you."

Zhuo Xiaoyuan frowned, he closed the door of Zhuo's near room and smoked silently in the living room.

"I'll borrow you." Zhuo Xiaoyuan said at the end: "I'll repay you when I come back."

Han Dong patted him on the shoulder: "There is no need to pay back the money, just bring your sister back peacefully."

Zhuo Xiaoyuan didn't say anything. He sent Han Dong out and squatted in the patio and slowly finished smoking a cigarette.

"Brother?" Zhuo Jinjin rubbed his eyes and got out of bed to look for him.

Zhuo Xiaoyuan whispered.

He stood up, rubbed his hands full of smoke, and held his sister in his arms.

"Who came just now?" Zhuo Jinjin asked with his head on Zhuo Xiaoyuan's shoulder.

Zhuo Xiaoyuan smiled and said, "Empress Guanyin is here."

Zhuo Jinjin muttered, "I don't believe it."

"Really." Zhuo Xiaoyuan kissed his sister's forehead: "Everyone is taking care of us, so you have to be fine, brother will take you to climb the Great Wall."

Zhuo Jinjin: "Are Xie Meng and Qin Yang together?"

"Of course." Zhuo Xiaoyuan hugged his sister tightly: "We will always be together."

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Qin Yang's male god didn't appear... This is unscientific... It's over immediately, and it's probably a chapter...
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