Demolition Earth

Chapter 67 Salvaldo

Theatrical troupe, Madrid, Blue Cross building.

There was a little rain in the sky, making the weather look a bit cold.The setting sun was hanging far away in the sky, almost without light.

Under the gloomy sky, the crowd was crowded and standing. Salvador stood in front of the cordon, holding a sign with a blank face, trying to stand on his own feet, not letting himself be pushed by the people behind, while subconsciously going look far away.

There may be strong flashes of light in the middle of the darkness, which look like lightning, but there is no subsequent thunder.

That was the effect of the flashlights of the reporters. Sometimes these flashlights would point in their direction, and Salvador had to squint his eyes at that time, but most of the time, the flashlights were aimed at JC opposite them.

Neat explosion-proof shields, young and handsome faces, strict uniforms, guns in hands, and flashing police lights behind him.

This is the 11th march this month, Salvador thought, no use, he murmured to himself, but he stood up straight, thinking about how he would appear in the press photos of the reporters, maybe they didn't He can't take pictures of his own face, maybe there will be a close-up, facing the sign instead of facing the face, he thinks about these pictures, and let these imaginations support himself to continue standing.

After another flash of the flash, Salvador habitually looked in that direction in the distance. He could no longer see the people queuing up, but he could still see them during the day. With a telescope, he could even see the excitement of those people. The twitching of the muscles in the face when talking to each other.

But now it’s gone, the drizzle has blocked most of the last faint light, leaving only a dark shadow in that direction, and sometimes there are some small bright spots in the shadow, which are the people in line or the mobile phones they picked up .

So he could only raise his head and look at the only lighted sign in the darkness, the blue cross.The outline of the building itself has been blurred, highlighting the cross clearly.

Salvador used to look there every once in a while, and kept his head down most of the time, because the rain was always running down his cheeks and drilling into his warm neck.

But now, in fact, most of the clothes have been soaked, and most of the people in the parade have actually dispersed.

So he simply didn't lower his head, but raised his head to look at the cross, letting the faint blue light gradually fill his pupils, as if he could draw some kind of strength from it.

The rain started to get heavier, maybe God was urging them to hurry home and end this senseless futility.

Salvador turned his head to look at the leaders who organized the parade, but saw that they all held up umbrellas, as if they were worried that the rain would rain heavily.

Judging by their appearance, there should be no action today.Even if there is, he will not obey, he will only run away immediately, he has tasted enough of the taste of tear gas, why bother to ask for it.

Go home, Salvaldo said to himself again, turn on the air conditioner to warm up, curl up under the quilt, and have a cup of hot chocolate.

Thinking about this, he turned his head back, thought for a while, and inserted the sign on the ground, then passed through the crowd, walked quickly to the parking lot, got into the car, first turned on the air conditioner, and waited until his hands and feet felt a little warm After some, when I was about to drive, it came.

A burst of severe pain suddenly dominated his whole body, he gritted his teeth, pressed his abdomen desperately with one hand, and quickly fumbled for painkillers in the car with the other hand.After grabbing the medicine bottle, he grabbed a handful without counting at all, and threw it into his mouth directly, and then there was a long wait.

For almost a century, the drug kicked in, but pain was still felt.

So he took a few more vials and some syringes from the locker and gave himself a shot.After waiting almost half a minute, everything seemed to be back to normal.

How long can Ma Fei help him?Salvaldo didn't know, and just hoped it would work until the cancer cells killed it.If not, Salvaldo thought, if not... maybe he should prepare something.

The way home was smooth. The rainy night in Madrid was calm and mild. Passing by a few coffee shops, I saw a blue cross sign at the door. Through the glass, I could see many people drinking coffee inside.This kind of coffee shop rally Salvador has participated in many times, enthusiastic, intense, exciting... But in the end it was useless.

He said to himself as he stepped on the accelerator.

His time is running out, he doesn't want to waste any more on these useless things, he should go home, kiss Benita, talk to her, watch TV together, hug sleep.

Especially tonight, he has never felt so urgent and nervous that he needs her so much.This feeling has been there ever since he knew about his illness, and it became stronger and more real each time, as if every meeting with her would be a farewell, but his body resisted every time.

But Salvador knew that he couldn't bear it a few times.Taking advantage of his health, he decided to act. He felt that he had accumulated enough courage at the parade just now.

But when he thought of home, he felt that it was not enough.

He also wants to enjoy one more day, one more night, another day, another night... oh god, if you could just tell me which day is my last, I wouldn't have to suffer from worrying about wasting my life.

But God doesn't exist, he never showed up, so a part of his life is doomed to be wasted, and he can only hope that there is very little of that.

When he got home, the lights were on, he got out of the car, and was about to open the door, but suddenly remembered that he had to bring painkillers, so he went back to get them.

When he stood next to the door again, he felt that he was a little exhausted. The side effects of the painkillers made him a little dizzy and his body couldn't balance. He tried the key a few times and finally opened it.

Benita was preparing dinner in the kitchen, and he went to hug her, closed his eyes, and remained motionless.After a long time, he felt better, opened his eyes and asked his wife: "I smell, cream of mushroom soup?"

"And paella," Benita laughed at herself, "do you still need to smell it, you know I can do both."

After taking a shower and changing clothes, the couple had dinner.Originally, the two agreed not to talk about their illness, but Benita couldn't help it. She talked about the pension accumulated by her parents, as well as some loan companies that appeared recently, and the interest rate of that company, saying that she had calculated it. With the financial resources of the two, maybe they can try.

Salvador did not speak, just smiled and shook his head gently. When his wife spoke, the expression on her face was clear. She knew that it was not enough, far from enough. The pensions of their parents, plus their salaries, also Not enough for the interest of these lending companies.

Even if he could barely afford it, he would not borrow it, because that would mean that everyone would live for him alone. In that case, his future life would be too heavy for him to bear.

Benita finally stopped this topic. After dinner, the couple quietly watched a movie on the sofa. Salvador lay on the bed, nestled in his wife's warm arms, and watched the news on his mobile phone.

During the last parade, many people came in to discuss it on the Internet. Many people sympathized with them, but at the same time they felt that these people had nothing to complain about.

Blue Sky is a company, not a charity. Miraculous medical effects often mean treatment costs beyond ordinary people.

Salvador has passed the complaining stage since he dropped the sign.A large group of people said they were demonstrating there, rather than bending over and begging.

And the attitude of the government and the company is also very clear, that row of jc is the answer.

That is the rule of this world, cold but effective.

At night, Salvador and his wife embraced and slept together. He counted the second hand and walked forward step by step, just like counting down the countdown to his own life. After his wife fell asleep, he quietly got up from the warm bed.

He originally wanted to write something, as a souvenir, for his wife and his family.

But after hesitating for a long time, I finally couldn't figure out what to say that was suitable for leaving without saying goodbye.

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