Chapter 44 Section five

That night, Kohei took Nao to the gate of Shibuya Station on the Fukutoshin Line.The structure of Shibuya Station is sleek and modern, like an airport popping up beneath the bustling city center.Ever since she ran into Tsubaki, the waitress at the literary bar, Nao has been very reticent, and never took a good look at Kohei.Tsubaki and Nao, both of whom are not close friends, now make him very distressed. Gengping watched their fight from a distance with a mentality that had nothing to do with him.Because it's not because of her unstoppable charm, but in that situation, any woman will have a little competitive emotion, and that's just the unconsciousness of the competitive heart.

I looked at my watch, it was already half past ten in the evening.I thought it would not be too late to go home this time, so I didn't ask my mother-in-law to come and take care of Xiaochi. I guess he has gone to bed by now.In Gengping's mind, there is no trace of the face of the woman who was with him just now.Perhaps it was because Nao asked about it and said too much about his dead wife. The matter of his wife Jiurong who passed away four years ago came to mind but disappeared.I still remember when we first met, both of them were only twenty-four or five years old.Reckless youth.The simple wedding, where only family members were invited, was held at a restaurant in Qingshan Back Street.When Xiaochi was born, Jiurong's haggard but proud expression, his sweat-drenched hair was tightly pressed to his forehead.

However, the memory of Jiurong's smile gradually diminished as Chi grew up.She seemed to be surrounded by layers of invisible and intangible shadows, and she couldn't get relief. Then came the night of that accident.The questions that had been dusty all the time rushed to Gengping's heart like billowing black clouds of a storm. (Is Jiurong's death really an accident?) On a slightly hot September night, Geng Ping was wandering aimlessly on Qingshan Street, but was shivering all over from a cold air blowing from nowhere. It was a May night. That day, Kohei was troubled by the unwritten short story.Although he has grasped both the story and the characters in place, he just couldn't write a single word.At one o'clock in the morning, he finally gave up thinking hard and crawled into bed.He still clearly remembered that before going to bed, he went to see if Xiaochi had covered himself with the quilt.Because the child is afraid of heat, he often catches cold because he kicks the quilt away.

Until dawn, Gengping finally fell asleep in a daze, when the cell phone beside his pillow rang suddenly.While being awakened, Gengping instinctively stretched out his hand, but Jiurong was not by his side.He thought it must be from his wife. "It's so late today, are you done?" It was a man's voice who answered: "This is the Tsukiji Police Station. Are you Mr. Kohei Qingtian? Your wife, Ms. Jiurong, was involved in a car accident on the Metropolitan Expressway and has been sent to the Tokyo Express Hospital in Fujimi, Chiyoda District. Please You go right away."

Geng Ping sat up as if he had been kicked away, and at the same time a meaningless question came to his mind: Do I need to bring the insurance policy? "My wife, is Jiu Rong okay?" The man's voice was extremely calm: "It seems very serious. Please go over immediately." Gengping jumped out of bed, put on jeans and a thick jacket in a hurry.He hesitated whether to take Xiaochi with him, but finally decided not to wake him up.He thought optimistically, if he had to stay in the hospital for a while, there would be more opportunities to meet each other. He will never forget the scenery of Kagurazaka Street at dawn.On both sides of the empty ramp, red and white lanterns sway in the wind.Anxiously, he ran to the side of Okubo Avenue, beckoned to stop a taxi.In the car, he used his mobile phone to call his parents and father-in-law.They said they would take the first bus in the morning.From Kagurazaka to the hospital, it only took a few minutes.He ran to the hospital window and reported his name, and the nurse immediately took him to the emergency room.

There was an operating table in the center of the room, surrounded by medical instruments he was not used to seeing.On the operating table lay something like a doll.A young male doctor straddled that body, doing CPR massage incessantly.Geng Ping stood there dumbfounded, an elderly doctor asked, "Are you her husband?" The pale Kohei just nodded. "We have been resuscitating for more than 30 minutes after being sent here. Now, her cardiopulmonary function has stopped. In order to make her feel better, do you agree to terminate the treatment?" Is that the first sentence?Geng Ping nodded involuntarily, and walked towards the operating table in a nonchalant manner.The young doctor stepped off the operating table and bowed slightly to him.On the display screen of the equipment connected to Jiurong, a smooth straight line runs through the left and right.

"Take a good look at her." said the older doctor.Geng Ping stared blankly at his wife's face, although it was pale and blue, it was still clean and flawless. "We are now confirming the time of death, what do you think?" His soul and internal organs seemed to be emptied, and he could not shed tears or speak.Kohei tried his best to express his agreement, and stretched out his hand to touch Jiuei's cold cheek. From the dawn of this day, Gengping spent the longest day in his life.What made him suffer the most was returning home to bring Xiaochi to the hospital.Xiao Chi, who was only in the first grade of elementary school at that time, didn't seem to understand what was going on with the sudden death. He told him the facts of the car accident, but he desperately wanted to shake Jiurong who was placed in the mortuary to wake up.Seeing Xiao Chi tearing up, Geng Ping couldn't find any other suitable way to express it besides hugging him tightly.If even he himself was distraught at this time, then the child must have been hit harder.Geng Ping gritted his teeth and swallowed all the tears back to his stomach.

In the morning, parents, friends, and colleagues from the company rushed over one after another.They were all shocked by the news of Jiurong's death and expressed their condolences.Gengping sat on the bench in front of the mortuary, smiling blankly, listening to words of comfort one after another. Now, Gengping still remembers that day clearly, but he can't remember what happened after that.A vigil was held at a nearby funeral home, and a funeral was held, but the memory seemed to be peeled away.It seemed that many editors rushed over, but it was as unreal as a scene in a dream.How did I survive those days that were as quiet as a storm?

Gengping finally broke the embankment, after the first seven days, on a warm and clear morning in early summer.He sent Xiao Chi out to go to school, washed the dishes, and went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. When he reached for the toothbrush, he found Jiurong's light blue toothbrush still stuck in the glass. There is no reason.It's just that the tears couldn't stop flowing down as if they were detonated.I cried while brushing my teeth, cried when I saw the sun in the sky, and cried when I saw the sofa and round table in the living room, and suddenly realized that everything in this world is made of sadness.It's incredible that tears can always fill the eyes.Although there is a tear duct somewhere in the face, can that place store so many tears?In a corner of his heart, he calmly thought about these issues, but he still couldn't stop the tears that burst from the embankment.

Before he knew it, he had been crying for two full hours. He felt a headache, so he put down the manuscript at hand and went to sleep in the bedroom where the curtains had not been drawn.Since then, he never cried because of Jiu Rong.Just when I think about it like this, the feeling of being hollowed out of the soul and internal organs will linger again. Dead, just gone.Absolutely, forever gone.Why is it so sad just because of that little thing? Qingshan Avenue in late summer is the most suitable for aimless walking.The dry night wind is neither freezing nor hot, it brushes every inch of skin like transparent fingertips.It was such a pleasant night that people couldn't bring themselves to take the crowded bus at all.It is not too far to walk from Shibuya to Kagurazaka.

Speaking of which, at the time of the accident, one of Jiurong's female colleagues once said that she had to tell him some things no matter what.It seems that the surname is Akutsu.Although she received many calls from her later, Gengping didn't want to be disturbed by seeing Jiurong's colleagues, so he politely refused. It has been four years since the accident, but Jiu Rong's cell phone has not been shut down yet.Maybe it would be nice to go back tonight and send her a text message.Was what happened that night really an accident, or was Jiurong himself deliberately creating an accident?Thoughts that have been suppressed all year round are churning in Geng Ping's chest.