"Ah? Hmm, going ho."
A smile erged on Hongchen’s face: "Leaving today?"
Seeing this smile, the mother could no longer hold it in, forcing herself with a slightly trembling voice to say: "Um... yes, mom, mom will go handle the admission procedures, you rest for a while."
Saying this, she hurriedly pushed open the door and ran out.
One could hear the faint sound of sobbing all along the way.
"Since when did my ears beco so sharp?" Faced with the impending death, Hongchen felt sowhat relieved.
He felt that he wasn’t actually that tired, as if the physical pain had lessened, not knowing why.
Before long, a nurse ca in and started removing the monitors from his body.
Along with taking out all the IV tubes and needles from his hands.
After the nurse left, Hongchen, as if a heavy burden were lifted from him, moved away from the bed to the window, gazing at the tall buildings and bustling streets outside.
"In a few days, let’s go see the sea." He muttered to himself.
Then he felt the weakness in his body again.
"It’s the last few days, let shine a little bright again, just hold on."
Not sure who he was talking to, he patted his body and started to tidy himself up.
After a little while, the door was pushed open.
"Why are you tidying up by yourself? Quickly go up and rest, mom will handle it."
"Oh, don’t worry, if I don’t move, I’ll rust."
"Alright then, tidy up the chargers and stuff in the cabinet, I’ll handle the rest."
Hongchen nodded and didn’t insist further.
Soon, he changed out of his patient’s gown, put on his long-missed regular clothes, and went to the parking lot, sitting in the front passenger seat.
"Anywhere you would like to travel? Since we’re out, let’s find a place to play."
"I want to go to the seaside, mom."
"The seaside?"
"Yes, last night I dread of being on a ship at sea, one of those ancient sailing ships."
"Oh, then book the tickets tonight, too bad your dad’s busy and Xiao Hong’s gone back to school."
"No worries, I’ll check out which seaside has one of those ancient ship projects."
Chatting and laughing, they returned ho.
Looking at his room, Hongchen stood still for a mont.
"What’s wrong?"
"I wished I could teleport in."
"Ah?" His mother wore a puzzled face.
"This silly child, talking nonsense again, mom will make dinner, you look up which seaside you’d like to play at."
Hongchen nodded and then sat on the sofa, picking up his phone.
"It’s been quite a while."
Looking at the phone, feeling a bit lost what to do?
Play cards?
Why think of playing cards?
Shaking his head, he got up, heading to his room.
Seeing the wide screen, gaming chair, speakers, and tower on his desk.
The gaming trio beside it.
Picked up the red-blue machine and pressed the buttons, seeing the little house on the screen.
"It’s really nostalgic."
Nostalgic about things he only played just days ago?
Putting the machine back, Hongchen lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling.
Feeling odd.
Oh, soone about to die, how much stranger can the odd feeling be?
...
Eating, sleeping, buying the plane tickets, and early next morning, he and his mother boarded a plane to a coastal city, transferring to a bus and checking into a hotel.
Nearing evening, as the sun was about to set, he finally saw the beach, saw the vast ocean.
"The sun has set? How amusing."
A passing child cast a strange glance at this seemingly weak elder brother.
Crazy.
The mother beside also glanced at him, patting him: "What silly things are you saying, silly child?"
Even the sunset can surprise.
"Nothing, it’s rare to co out."
Besides the tourists, you could see a vintage artificial ancient harbor far on the beach’s edge.
Three different ancient sailing ships docked, seemingly 1:1 reproductions, but already closed.
"Look, that’s the kind of ship you ntioned yesterday."
The mother was pointing at a modern sailboat, a single-person sailboat, with a male figure controlling it and riding the waves far at sea.
"What I ntioned yesterday was like those, mom, look over there." Hongchen pointed towards the distant ancient ship area.
"Oh, you ant the ancient ones."
Hongchen swam a bit in the sea, and as night approached, returned to the hotel with his mother.
After dinner at the hotel, he returned alone to his room, looking at the seaside night scene through the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Gradually darkening, so this is how it feels."
Saying this, he touched his bald head, took off the hat he had always worn once back in the room.
The second day.
Hongchen and his mother bought tickets and boarded the three ancient sailing ships.
A guide was explaining.
"This one here is an ancient Chinese sailing ship. Compared to other countries’ ships of the ti, Chinese ships had a unique feature, which was the sails used were bamboo curtains that could co down side by side."
While saying this, they demonstrated under the Chinese-style ancient sailboat, instead of canvas, it was bamboo curtains.
Hongchen found it very novel, continually observing.
Is this made of bamboo?
Then they went to another ship.
This one matched exactly those foreign ships seen in movies.
"This type is the ancient ships used by foreign countries."
Hongchen walked around on the ship, looking.
"Mom look, this knot is tied wrong, this type of knot actually shouldn’t be done this way, it should be done like this, then it’s easier to untie at sea and firr."
Listening to her son’s explanation, the mother looked at him with a strange expression.
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