My basketball vision is different

When the ambulance wailed and hung up the phone, Lin Shaojie, who was thoughtful, realized that he had walked along the river bank to the entrance of the hospital without knowing it.

Even at this point, there is a long queue of vehicles waiting to enter at the door. There are luxury cars starting at one million yuan, joint venture cars priced at two to three hundred thousand yuan, and domestic cars priced at tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands.

Under the command of the traffic police, they lined up honestly.

The patients' family members came in and out one by one, some carrying large and small bags, some carrying lunch boxes, thermos cups and the like.

The melancholy and sadness on the faces while walking, combined with the uncleared snow on the roadside, always gave me a sense of sadness.

Look up and see the name of the hospital.

"xx Cancer Hospital."

Lin Shaojie found a wooden chair not far from the hospital gatehouse and sat down.

In the trash can a few meters away, you can still see leftover lunch boxes scattered there, waiting for the cleaners to clean them.

Just like that, Lin Shaojie sat quietly, watching the pedestrians (family members) rushing in and out.

Once upon a time, Lin Shaojie still had such a vivid memory. Thinking about it now, it must have been almost nine or ten years!

It seems like yesterday.

If the joys and sorrows of the world can be felt in the hospital, Lin Shaojie felt it deeply as early as when he was in elementary school.

At that time, his father was still hospitalized. The smell of formalin and disinfectant in the hospital almost became Lin Shaojie's inner demon. Every time he smelled this smell, he understood one thing.

It must be that my father's body can't bear it and he needs to be hospitalized for treatment.

My mother always couldn't take care of her. She went to the hospital to take care of her father while working, so she could only let Lin Shaojie cook at home. The food was cooked by her mother before she went out in the morning, so it could be eaten hot.

What impressed me the most was when I was picking up my father from the hospital. My father saw that he was craving for fried rice on the roadside, so he gritted his teeth and bought one. At that time, my father even discussed with the fried rice owner whether he could omit the eggs and add more rice.

The half-grown man defeated me.

A bowl of egg-fried rice without eggs, a father with a sallow complexion and a big smile, and a mother with tears in her eyes. These images are like long-ago photos that come to mind again and again.

It was also during that time that Lin Shaojie became sensible earlier than others and understood the difficulties of his parents.

Lin Shaojie didn't know why he remembered these long-lasting memories.

After sitting for a while and following the crowd, he walked into the hospital in a daze.

Under the "Eye of Truth", the strong emotions are far more exciting than those on the court.

Between life and death, almost all the thoughts buried in the heart can't escape.

"Old woman, you have to hold on, you've agreed for the rest of your life, how can you leave first!"

The old man followed reluctantly beside a hospital bed. The doctor and nurse pushed the bed forward, and he whispered beside him.

The old man who was lying on the bed and hanging water could barely open his eyes. He didn't even have the strength to reach out, but his cloudy eyes were clear at this moment.

The reluctance to leave your loved ones and the nostalgia for "life" are undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

But except for Lin Shaojie, most of the others were paying attention to their own situation, and even a few of them looked a little blank.

How many of those who can enter this hospital are in relatively easy condition?

It was a bit difficult to move the hospital bed uphill, and the nurse had some difficulty pushing it. Just when the old man was about to help, Lin Shaojie stepped forward to help.

Smoothly and forcefully push the hospital bed up the slope.

"Thank you, young man."

After the old man finished speaking, he rushed over after the hospital bed.

The next check-up is still waiting for my wife, and I am suffering again. At this point in my life, no amount of money can make up for the lack of quality of life.

Lin Shaojie just walked back and forth in front of this small slope, helping the doctors and family members to push him up and down.

The biting cold wind blew through the building, but it couldn't blow away the warmth in his heart.

There may not be much you can do, but if you encounter it, you should always lend a hand.

Once you start, you can't stop.

There is a child who is as innocent as an angel, but lost all his hair due to chemotherapy;

A husband performs an operation, and his wife accompanies and takes care of him;

A couple discussed together whether they should borrow some more money to continue medical treatment for their family members...

I have seen a lot of kind-hearted people, but when I see those dark ones, my mood is always a little turbulent.

Tonight, he felt a lot and understood a lot.

Just like just now, an old man had a liver resection. He was accompanied by many children, and each one of them was more concerned than anyone else in his words.

But no one is sincere. Everyone is thinking about the old man's savings and real estate. The voice coming from the bottom of his heart is actually "When will the old man die? We can divide the family property. If we drag it on like this, it will be wasted."

How much."

This is not the voice of one person, but the voice of everyone.

Even when an elderly patient is lying in bed, what he wants most in his heart is the desire to die.

Maybe he has already seen through all this, but for some reason, he just wants to delay it like this.

The joys and sorrows in the world are all different, so how can we feel the same.

Lin Shaojie doesn't want to be overwhelmed by work, life, or even family one day when he leaves the comfort zone of school.

I also don’t want to see one day my parents are ill and I, as a child, can do nothing to help them.

With the scenes of human suffering unfolding in front of them, at least they still have the opportunity and the ability to be admitted to the hospital, while those who cannot even afford to live in the hospital, dare not live there, and voluntarily give up and live outside are even more pitiful.

Just like my father in the early years, his illness was not cured, but carried over.

What if I can't bear it?

Lin Shaojie couldn't imagine whether he would be a child without a father.

He doesn't want to be such a person, a person who wants to support his children but his relatives are not around.

No matter how many complaints and sorrows I had, they were crushed to pieces at this moment of reality.

As long as a person doesn't break the law, doesn't violate his moral conscience, and makes money while standing, no one can say anything.

What's wrong with playing basketball? Isn't it the same as making money? It's not fundamentally different from those who work part-time. A few thousand dollars a month is a lot.

As long as it is a job that can make money, there is no job that does not suffer hardships. Those who play basketball are already much happier, right?

It won’t come in the wind or the rain!

There are many more hard jobs in the world than this, and some people still get looked down upon even if they do the job. It won't happen if you play basketball well, it will only happen if you don't play well.

It's normal to be scolded

The complex and strong emotions in the hospital constantly stimulated Lin Shaojie. Under the "eyes of truth", his mood was agitated, and something seemed to be taking root and sprouting in his heart.

It was like a small seed bursting out of the ground, constantly stimulating the young man in his mind as he stood in the building, blowing the cold wind, closing his eyes and thinking.

Occasionally, a few passers-by saw him and thought it was a family member who had suffered a misfortune in the hospital. They felt sorry for him, and some kind-hearted people wearing masks came over and patted him on the shoulder to express comfort.

"Be open-minded, young man. There are no obstacles in the world that you can't overcome. Take care of yourself. Your relatives will definitely not want to see you like this. For other things, just try your best!"

Lin Shaojie opened his eyes and responded with a smile.

"Thank you!"

Even in the most embarrassing times, some people will still bring warmth to others, just like the middle-aged man in front of me.

In response to Lin Shaojie's thanks, the middle-aged man waved his hand and walked away casually.

In fact, Lin Shaojie "saw" clearly that the middle-aged man was walking heavily and was not in a good mood.

If you meet him here, you must be in trouble.

well!

"Sir, you also said that there are no obstacles in the world that you can't overcome. Some things are not about persisting when you see hope, but only when you persist will there be hope and results! You can keep persisting, and maybe you can wait for the match.

Where’s the bone marrow?”

The middle-aged man paused, took a deep breath, and then clenched his fists with his raised hands. He wanted to persevere for the sake of his child, giving him infinite hope.

People have joys and sorrows, partings and separations. If you want to face separation calmly, it is not as simple as that.

Isn't life just like this, sitting on a train that never ends, some people get off and some get on.

seen, invisible;

remembered, forgotten;

Just like children and parents, when you are young, you can only watch their backs fade away. The backs that will always be remembered will only become more and more stooped, but they will still turn around and tell you softly that there is no need to chase them, and then wave

Wave until they disappear at the end of the road.

The fate of this life is broken!

What remains in my heart is the mark engraved in my flesh and blood.

Never fade!

The patients or family members who were coming and going back and forth seemed to see a tall and thin young man with his head lowered. He cheered up and left the hospital with striding steps.

Looking back at the dazzling red font in the night, Lin Shaojie knew that the "Eye of Truth" that had taken root had changed. There was a faint voice telling himself that that moment would come sooner or later, and all he needed was an opportunity, and his life would be completely different from now on.

Maybe it's hope, maybe it's something else.

He, Lin Shaojie, can afford to wait.