ryethenovel Chapter 224 Argument
Chapter 224 Argument
2 points in the early hours.
The key was inserted into the lock, and it took two turns to open it.
Song Huan pushed open the door; the lights were still on inside.
The chandelier in the living room emits a blinding white light.
He squinted, changed his shoes, and took off his driver's vest, draping it over the back of the chair.
Lin Yue sat at the dining table.
She wasn't asleep; she was wearing her old pajamas, her hair was loose, and her head was down.
There was a piece of white paper folded on the table.
Song Huan, oblivious, rubbed her neck and asked, "It's so late, why aren't you asleep yet?"
He walked to the table, picked up a glass, poured himself some water, and took a sip.
Lin Yue didn't say anything.
He put down his water glass, turned around, and saw the piece of paper.
It's spread out, with the words facing up.
The title is in bold: "Medical Examination Report".
The next few lines of text, one of which was underlined in red, read "Dilated cardiomyopathy".
He stood there, frozen, his hand still resting on the cup.
"You already knew."
Lin Yue's voice was flat, as if she were talking about something that had nothing to do with her.
Song Huan didn't say anything.
She looked up, and Song Huan noticed that her eyes were red, but she wasn't crying.
"You knew three months ago, didn't you? The day I got the medical report, I felt something was off about you. Where did you hide it? In that shoebox on top of the closet?"
Song Huan opened her mouth, "I..."
Lin Yue stood up, her chair sliding back slightly, her voice shrill.
"Do you know that if you keep going with this illness, you'll die suddenly!"
Song Huan frowned. "It's not that serious. The doctor said it's in the early stages, and medication can control it..."
Lin Yue's voice rose even higher, "Control? You stay up all night driving for others, not getting back until two or three in the morning, and then getting up at six in the morning to go to work, is that what you call control?"
Song Huan put down her cup, her tone a little harsher, "If I don't drive for hire, where will I get the money? Rent, utilities, living expenses—all of that costs money!"
Lin Yue looked at him, her lips trembling, "Money, money, money, all you care about is money. What use is money to me if you're gone?"
Song Huan turned her head away, refusing to look at her.
"I can't explain it to you clearly; you're making a mountain out of a molehill."
Lin Yue was stunned. She stood there, looking at his profile.
The light shone on his face, revealing his exhaustion clearly, the bluish-gray under his eyes, and the dry skin at the corners of his mouth.
Her voice suddenly lowered, "Am I making a mountain out of a molehill?"
Song Huan didn't respond.
She nodded and turned to walk into the room.
After taking two steps, I stopped.
"Song Huan, what will I do if you exhaust yourself?"
Song Huan still did not answer.
She went into the room; the door wasn't closed.
Song Huan stood in the living room for a while before going to wash up.
The tap was running, and the water was cool on my face.
He leaned against the sink, looking at himself in the mirror.
I watched for a few seconds, then turned off the water and went outside.
The living room lights were off. He lay on the sofa, pulled his coat up to his chin, and used it as a blanket to sleep.
The door to the room was ajar, and it was pitch black; you couldn't see anything.
Lin Yue lay on the bed with her eyes open.
The curtains weren't drawn, and the light from the streetlamp shone through the window, casting a shadow on the ceiling.
She rolled over, then rolled back over.
Yesterday afternoon she went to the hospital and registered for a cardiology appointment.
After reviewing Song Huan's medical report, the doctor said that if the disease is not well controlled, the only option left is a heart transplant.
Heart transplant...
She asked how much it would cost.
The doctor said it would cost at least several hundred thousand yuan, and we would have to wait for a donor.
She left the hospital, sat on the bus stop platform, and watched the cars come and go for a long time.
She buried her face in the pillow, her shoulders shaking.
He didn't make a sound.
……
The alarm clock rang at six o'clock the next morning.
Song Huan sat up from the sofa, her hair sticking up and her eyes dry.
Lin Yue came out of the kitchen carrying a plate with a scallion pancake on it, steaming hot.
She walked up to him, squatted down, and held the plate in front of him.
"Get up, have something to eat."
Song Huan didn't look at her, stood up, and went to wash up.
The tap was running loudly.
While he was brushing his teeth, Lin Yue stood at the door, holding the plate in her hand.
"This is your favorite scallion pancake. I specially learned how to make it online and made it for you."
Song Huan put down her toothbrush and took the plate.
I glanced at it.
The scallion pancake was fried until golden brown, with slightly charred edges, and filled with egg and ham, then brushed with chili sauce.
He put the plate down.
"How many times have I told you, I don't eat spicy food in the morning, it upsets my stomach, don't you know?"
Lin Yue was taken aback. "Didn't you say you wanted to eat spicy food yesterday?"
Yesterday is yesterday.
Song Huan said impatiently that she was getting ready to pack her things and go to the company.
"You have to eat something, you can't skip breakfast! Let me pick out the chilies for you..."
Lin Yue quickly stood up to stop him, still holding the plate in her hand.
He took the plate from her and threw it on the ground.
The scallion pancake was flipped over, and the sauce got on the floor.
"I don't eat spicy food!"
He turned and left, going back to his room to pack up his documents.
Lin Yue stood there, staring blankly at the scallion pancake on the ground.
After standing for a while, I squatted down, picked it up, blew off the dust, and took a bite.
I chewed it and swallowed it.
She picked up the plate, took it into the kitchen, and washed it.
……
On her way to work, Song Huan walked ahead with long strides.
Lin Yue followed behind, a few steps away.
She didn't call out to him or tell him to wait; she just followed him.
The two walked one after the other on the street in the early morning.
The streetlights were still on, and the sky was overcast.
Song Huan was annoyed.
He knew she was following behind, and he knew what she wanted to say.
He didn't want to hear it.
He walked a little faster, and she walked a little faster too.
He slowed down, and she slowed down too.
He wanted to turn back and call her back, but he opened his mouth and no sound came out.
I walked to the bus stop, and just then the bus arrived.
Song Huan lined up to board the bus, and as the people in front of him got on one by one, he followed behind.
He was stepping out of the car when the door closed.
His hand was still on the door frame when the door suddenly closed, trapping his hand.
pain.
He flinched, but didn't pull his hand back.
He pulled it out when he clamped it a second time.
My finger was cut, and blood seeped out from between my fingers, dripping onto the ground, drop by drop.
Lin Yue, who had been following behind, suddenly rushed up when she saw this scene.
She stood at the car door and yelled at the driver.
"Are you blind?! Didn't you see people still getting on the bus?! They got their hands caught in the door, didn't you see?!"
The sound was sharp and bright, exploding through the streets in the early morning.
The driver was stunned.
The people on the bus were stunned.
Song Huan was also stunned.
He looked at her; her face was flushed, her eyes were full of tears, and her hands were clenched into fists, trembling.
He had never seen her like this before.
She never argues with anyone, and she never raises her voice.
Even when she's angry, she does it quietly, keeping it bottled up.
He stood there, his hands still bleeding.
Lin Yue turned around, took his hand, and looked down at the wounds.
Tears fell, pattering onto the back of his hand.
"Does it hurt?"
Lin Yue's voice was hoarse.
Song Huan looked at her.
I wanted to say I'm fine, that it's just a minor injury, and that you shouldn't cry.
But he opened his mouth slightly, and ultimately no sound came out.