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In the early morning hospital corridor, anxious family members sat scattered across the few available chairs.
Having been roused by a frantic call from her mother, Bai Qing, who had rushed overnight with her husband to the old family hospital, now dragged her weary body, anxiously making her way towards the inpatient department.
Zhao Dingzhuo trailed behind her, laden with bags both large and small. Before dawn had even broken, his mother-in-law had called, her voice choked with tears, informing them that his father-in-law was in the hospital, requiring immediate surgery.
Had his father-in-law not later spoken a few words on the phone himself, they would have been convinced he was on the verge of death.
Upon reaching the inpatient department, they found Bai’s Mother sitting outside, wiping away tears. The moment she saw Bai Qing, she burst into loud, wailing sobs.
“Xiao Qing! Please, quickly persuade your father! That stubborn old man is absolutely refusing the surgery, insisting on being discharged!”
A deep furrow creased Bai Qing’s brow, mirroring the worry etched across her face. Beside her, Zhao Dingzhuo let out a sigh, recognizing the genuine anger simmering within his wife.
The eldest daughter, whom Bai’s Mother had always considered gentle and refined since childhood, now forcefully pushed the door open. Inside, Bai Anguo sat upon the sickbed, his gaze fixed on the verdant leaves outside the window.
At the sound, he slowly turned his head. Seeing his furious daughter, he merely stated, “Please prepare the discharge papers for me.”
Bai Qing quickly advanced, slamming her palm onto Bai Anguo’s bedside table. “Do you realize that by refusing this surgery, you could face a sudden accident any day?!”
Bai Anguo merely nodded. Confronted by a daughter who seemed an entirely different person from her usual self, he remained utterly unperturbed, stating, “Well, nothing untoward has happened before, has it?”
“But what if?! If something were to happen to you, what would Mom do?! What would I do?!”
“I know my own body best.”
Bai Qing waved a hand dismissively, her voice rising in an angry reprimand. “Nonsense! Just look at yourself these past few years—you’re like a walking corpse every single day! All you do is smoke or rush off to the fields! When your own land is gone, you go to someone else’s! Do you honestly think your body can withstand this?!”
She snatched the medical reports from the other side of the table, thrusting them before his eyes.
“Your legs! Your lungs! Your liver! Your waist! Which single one of them is truly healthy?! Huh? Tell me! You *will* undergo this surgery today, do you hear me?!”
At the doorway to the ward, Bai’s Mother watched the confrontation between father and daughter with palpable worry. She made several attempts to step forward and intervene, but each time Zhao Dingzhuo gently held her back. “Mom,” he murmured, “let Xiao Qing handle this.”
Habitually, Bai Anguo reached for a cigarette, only to remember that his pack had long since been confiscated. He let out a self-deprecating scoff. “At my age,” he mused, “what true difference does it make if I live a few more years or a few less?!”
“Nonsense! I’m almost thirty, while you’re barely sixty! I’m going to inquire about the surgery; you just lie here and don’t you dare move!”
Bai Qing swept all the documents from his table into her bag, then, with a determined air, prepared to leave, pulling Zhao Dingzhuo along.
“Mom, please keep an eye on Dad, alright?”
Bai Qing turned back, her gaze falling upon the silent Bai Anguo. “If you cause any more trouble,” she warned, “I’ll call my brother and let him have a serious talk with you.”
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S City’s nights were a vibrant tapestry of neon lights and bustling activity. Bai Sha, having entrusted their child to the care of the family members at home, then secretly slipped away with Zhou Haochen for a quiet stroll.
“My eyelid keeps twitching; I can’t shake the feeling that something bad is about to happen.”
Ever since they had stepped out, her eyelid had been twitching intermittently, a persistent, unnerving flutter.
Zhou Haochen chuckled, “You still put stock in such superstitions?”
Bai Sha pursed her lips. “How does that saying go again?” she mused aloud. “Something about believing in it…”
Given Bai Sha’s limited intellectual reserves, it was quite a feat for her to occasionally utter a cultured phrase.
“‘Better to believe it exists than to disbelieve it entirely.'”
Bai Sha nodded emphatically. “Exactly! Truly, only a university student would know such things.”
Zhou Haochen, feeling utterly defeated, offered a wry smile. “Perhaps we should attend adult university someday?” he suggested, “It would be like reliving our youth all over again.”
“No, no, no!” Bai Sha shook her head so vigorously it created a blur of motion. “I’m not your daughter! Talking about it is one thing, but I have no desire to actually attend school.”
It is always after departure that one begins to reminisce; the pain of those past moments having long been smoothed away by time, leaving behind only cherished, joyful memories.
Just as working adults yearn for their school days, and retirees long for their working lives, the former often yearn for the latter. All one can truly do is cherish the present moment.
Zhou Haochen playfully teased, “Then why, pray tell, did you purchase so many books only to keep them at home?”
With their little one soon to start school, Bai Sha had suddenly realized she, too, ought to engage in some reading. In a single spree, she purchased over a dozen literary volumes, encompassing ancient and modern works, Chinese and foreign classics, and subjects ranging from astronomy to geography.
These now sat neatly arranged in their cabinet, though, regrettably, Bai Sha’s reading history for every single one of them remained perpetually stuck on the cover.
“It was merely a fleeting whim~” Bai Sha admitted with a touch of shyness. “If I don’t read them, you certainly can! And if all else fails, we can always save them for Xiao Yu to peruse when she’s older!”
Before making the purchase, she had sworn wholeheartedly that she would finish every single one, envisioning herself as a truly cultured individual. During the days they were being shipped, her anticipation had been immense.
However, the moment she received them, she opened a volume, took one look at the dense, sprawling text, and immediately snapped it shut again, all interest vanishing instantly.
Zhou Haochen took her hand, his fingers occasionally teasing the soft skin of her palm. “I could read them aloud to you, you know.”
Bai Sha’s palm tingled with a pleasant tickle, and she leaned her body closer, pressing against his arm. “Absolutely not,” she demurred. “I’m not Xiao Yu, after all.”
The evening breeze swept across the river’s surface, carrying with it a refreshing mist of cool water. It stirred the hair of passersby, lending a welcome touch of crisp coolness to the air.
As they strolled along, Bai Sha suddenly clambered onto his back. “Am I heavy?” she asked playfully.
Zhou Haochen gave a light pat to her backside, then chuckled, “You feel like a wisp of cotton.”
A flush of red bloomed across Bai Sha’s cheeks. In a sudden fit of pique, she lightly slapped his back. “What exactly do you think you’re doing with your hand?”
Zhou Haochen merely chuckled, continuing his slow, steady pace forward. Along the path, pedestrians strolled in twos and threes, mostly couples such as themselves, or small families enjoying the evening.
Nestled on his back, Bai Sha’s nostrils filled with the comforting scent that was uniquely his. The profound sense of security it offered soon began to lull her into a pleasant drowsiness.
“Zhou Haochen.”
“Yes?”
“Tell me, when do you think we’ll get married?”
“Once I reach the legal age, we’ll register our marriage.”
Bai Sha laughed softly from his back. “So eager, are we?”
Zhou Haochen simply smiled. It was clear to him that the one asking the question was the one truly eager.
“Indeed. How could I not hasten to marry such a fair-skinned, beautiful, and wealthy woman like you? My heart would simply never be at peace!”
Bai Sha’s eyes crinkled with amusement, and she hummed softly. “I haven’t actually agreed to marry you yet,” she pointed out.
Beneath the soft glow of the orange streetlights, Zhou Haochen said with a feigned sigh of helplessness, “Then I suppose I’ll simply have to marry Zhou Yuying’s mother?”
“Has her mother agreed then?”
He found an empty bench, gently setting Bai Sha down before him. Then, half-kneeling at her eye level, he asked with a charming smile, “In that case, I humbly request your assistance in asking Xiao Yu’s mother if she would agree to marry me.”
“Since you’ve gone to such lengths to beg me,” Bai Sha declared, miming a phone with her hand and holding it delicately to her ear, “I suppose I shall assist you!”
“Hello, is this Little Zhou Yuying’s mother?”
“I have a big, bad scoundrel here who wants to know if you’ll marry him.”
“Oh, she says no! Well, alright then!”
Bai Sha lowered her ‘finger-phone,’ then regretfully informed Zhou Haochen, “My sincerest apologies, but Xiao Yu’s mother says she has no desire to marry you.”
Zhou Haochen, mirroring her expression, adopted a woeful look. “Then I suppose I’m doomed to a life of solitude, destined to grow old alone? What ever shall I do?”
Bai Sha smiled, tenderly cupping his face in her hands before leaning in to bestow a soft kiss upon his lips. “Alright,” she whispered, “seeing how utterly pathetic you are, if she won’t marry you, then I suppose *I* will!”