A whole week has passed, and Chen Feng's wound doesn't hurt at all, and he can basically turn over, get up, get out of bed and move around freely, and he doesn't even need to bother Uncle Zhao to go to the toilet.
In the past few days, Xinxin really didn't come again, and neither did Xinxin's mother. Liu Ling came once, bought some things, talked for a while, and saw that Chen Feng was about to be discharged from the hospital, so she went back with peace of mind.
Chen Feng chatted with Uncle Zhao every day, instead of thinking about it. Chen Feng learned that Uncle Zhao's family lived in the outskirts of the city, and the land had been requisitioned by the government. The old couple had no land to farm, so they found some odd jobs nearby.
Uncle Zhao sighed as soon as he mentioned his child. Uncle Zhao has a son and a daughter, both of whom have graduated from college, but neither of them can find a suitable job, so they just hang around outside. Uncle Zhao sighed, saying that going to school is useless, he is not as good as the kid next door, who has learned some crafts after graduating from junior high school, and now he is a small boss.
Chen Feng sighed that the current society is indeed "crowded with talents", and the redundant ones are crowded out without a place to live, so how can we talk about making a living? He thought of himself, when the teacher tried his best to persuade his mother to let him go to a key high school, saying that he would definitely be admitted to a good university in the future. I don't know what I would be like now if I went to college back then. But my mother insisted on letting me go to a teacher's school. Later, my mother said before she died that she was not worried that she would have no food in the future. What she was most worried about was whether she could live in peace and be a teacher. It was the best thing she could think of. The most reassuring way.
Indeed, as his mother wished, Chen Feng was with a group of innocent children all day long, and gradually became restrained. The wildness of his early years was gone, like a firecracker soaked in water, no matter what Don't blow up.
Yang Xin's departure added to his sense of nothingness. He often wondered, what is life all about? Why is there happiness and sadness? Everyone wants to be happy, but what about being happy? No one wants to be sad, but what about sadness? Happiness is fleeting, sadness is inevitable, it is not as good as the grass and trees, silent, without thinking, without desire, without pursuit, and without happiness or sorrow, no matter whether it is sunny or sunny, or rain and frost, sometimes it is prosperous and withered, life and death in days. Thinking about it this way, Chen Feng always had the heart of grass and trees.
Chen Feng thought he was born like a plant, but Xinxin's appearance almost knocked him back to his original shape. He couldn't help laughing to himself: It seems that he hasn't cultivated well yet, it's because the six sense organs are not clean.
"Well, in fact, people, that's the way it is. No matter how you live, it's your whole life. What else do ordinary people want?" Uncle Zhao said to himself.
However, Chen Feng answered: "The grass is like a tree."
Uncle Zhao's words are in line with Chen Feng's philosophy of life, and it is the common interpretation of Chen Feng's philosophy of life. After listening to Chen Feng, he summed it up in condensed language.
Uncle Zhao could still understand this sentence, so he echoed, "That's right, in ancient times they were all called 'caomin'."
"It's called 'Grassroots' now." Chen Feng said coldly.
"Hey, it seems that they are not as good as 'grass people'. They don't even have a whole grass, so it's a step backward!" Uncle Zhao said with a smile.
Chen Feng also laughed, and said: "It can't be said that it is a step backward, after all, the present is better than the past."
"Yes, that's a good statement." Uncle Zhao nodded and said, "It's a new society, so what should I say?"
After finishing speaking, Uncle Zhao walked to the head of the bed and rang the alarm bell. Chen Feng looked up, and the potion was gone.
After a while, the nurse came to change the dressing. It was still the one Chen Feng called the little sister. Now Chen Feng knows that her surname is Su, Su Xiaomei. However, Chen Feng always called her "Su Xiaomei".
"It's Su Xiaomei, not Su Xiaomei, the third, not the fourth, you are still a teacher, why can't you tell the difference between the three and four?" When Chen Feng yelled for the first time, Su Xiaomei corrected him with a smile.
But Chen Feng said: "I know, I call you little sister, just like you call me 'Brother Chen', with a surname added."
Su Xiaomei understood, but said: "Miss Su, the book says she is an ugly girl. Am I ugly?"
She said it with a smile, obviously not angry.
Chen Feng was taken aback, then remembered, and quickly apologized: "Oh, I'm sorry, but that was only fabricated by later generations. There was no Su Xiaomei in history. Besides, women are not beautiful just because they are called Xi Shi, and of course they are not. She will be ugly because she is called Su Xiaomei, don¡¯t you think so?¡±
"That is." Su Xiaomei said.
"However, you look really good¡ª¡ª" Chen Feng looked at Su Xiaomei and hesitated to speak.
Su Xiaomei seemed to have some bad intentions when she heard Chen Feng's words, so she asked: "How does it really look? Is it really ugly?"
Chen Feng said with a smile: "Oh no, it is indeed beautiful, as the name suggests."
Su Xiaomei smiled, and a little embarrassed, said modestly: "It's ugly, but it's still beautiful, and your friend is beautiful, which makes people envy and hate."Will follow home.
Of course, although Chen Feng was anxious, he also knew that he had to meet the discharge standard. It's just that there is a gap between his standard and the doctor's standard. Will the doctor enforce his standards? He thought that he was really fine, and it was true that he still needed medication, but he could go home and take medication instead of staying in the hospital. He thought that when the doctor came, he must try his best to fight for it, even at the expense of angering the doctor.
Not long after, the doctor came and asked Chen Feng what was wrong with concern. Chen Feng tried his best to show his best mental state. He deliberately raised his voice and said, "Okay, look, I don't feel any pain anymore, and I can get out of bed and walk around. I think I can be discharged from the hospital, Dr. Wang."
The doctor's surname is Wang, in his forties, with short hair, a square face, wearing glasses, and an amiable attitude. He heard from Chen Feng that he recovered and was about to be discharged from the hospital. He said happily: "Well, you recovered very quickly, which means that you are in good health, but it is still not enough to be discharged from the hospital. It will take at least five or six days."
When Chen Feng heard it, it was as the nurse Su Xiaomei said, so he acted according to his pre-planned plan, be soft first, and begged the doctor: "I'm really well. If I need medicine, I can go home and use it. I don¡¯t need to be here anymore, just let me go out of the hospital, please, Dr. Wang.¡±
Dr. Wang still smiled and said: "This is not what you asked for. If you can be discharged from the hospital, I will definitely let you go. Although you are safe now, your situation is different. You should observe it for a few more days."
"But I want to go home. I can wait until the day after tomorrow at most. If you don't discharge me from the hospital, I'll go by myself."
Chen Feng suddenly changed his tone and said stubbornly. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com