A touching story between people! !

[One-winged angel, flying through the night to you]

1.

In 1994, 14-year-old Lin Xin was still a sophomore in a middle school in Yichang She is a grade 1 student from a poor family. In order to save money, she often only has one steamed bun for breakfast, but her academic performance is always among the best in the class. The boy sitting at the same table with her is named Wang Han. Wang Han's father runs a hotel business in Yichang and his family is quite wealthy. The disparity in family background did not make Wang Han alienate Lin Xin. On the contrary, he admired Lin Xin who was both good in character and academics, and he wanted to help.

One morning, Wang Han brought a lot of breakfast as usual. He picked up one of the boxes of fresh milk and said to Lin Xin: "I hate the fishy smell of fresh milk, but my mother forces me to eat it every day." It's so painful for me to drink! Can you help me get rid of it?" Lin Xin saw him frowning and grinning at the fresh milk, so she took the box of fresh milk. Wang Han pretended to be grateful and said: "You are so kind! You saved me from dire straits!" Since then, in order to relieve Wang Han's "pain", Lin Xin would help him drink a box of fresh milk every day.

In the third grade of junior high school, the teacher asked his classmates to carry out a "gang-one" mutual aid activity. Wang Han, a "difficult household", took the initiative to "pair up" with Lin Xin and asked her to help him improve his homework. Lin Xin readily agreed. Every weekend, Wang Han asked his mother to prepare sumptuous meals, and then invited Lin Xin to come home to do homework. During the meal, Wang Han kept picking up food for Lin Xin. Seeing this, Wang Han's parents couldn't help but smile at each other knowingly. They were gratified by their son's warmth and kindness.

With Lin Xin’s help, Wang Han’s grades have improved a lot. Wang Han's parents also sincerely like this simple, simple and beautiful girl. Once, when Wang's mother asked about her family situation, Lin Xin fell silent with a sad expression on her face. Later, Wang's mother learned from her son that Lin Dao and Lin Xin were a girl with a miserable life experience.

It turns out that when Lin Xin was less than 3 years old, her parents were both killed in an accident. It was her grandparents who raised Lin Xin single-handedly. Three years ago, her grandmother, who loved her in every way, passed away, and her grandfather, who was getting older, supported the lives of his two grandchildren alone. After learning about Lin Xin's life experience, Wang's mother felt a kind of affection for Lin Xin.

One weekend, Wang Han’s parents invited Lin Xin to play in the forest park on the outskirts of the city. While climbing the stone steps, Lin Xin suddenly staggered and fainted to the ground, sweat dripping from her pale face. They sent her to a nearby hospital. The doctor said that Lin Xin fainted due to long-term malnutrition and anemia!

It took a long time before Lin Xin slowly woke up. Mother Wang was holding her hand. Lin Xin said gratefully: "Aunt Liu, thank you!"

At this moment, Looking at this girl with a miserable life experience, a strong maternal love arose spontaneously. She hugged Lin Xin tightly in her arms, "Good boy, you are really suffering! Aunt Liu has always wanted to have a daughter. From now on, you can do it Xiaohan's sister," Wang Han, standing aside, couldn't help but feel happy.

In the second semester of the third grade of junior high school, Lin Xin's grandfather passed away due to illness, and the Wang family officially took Lin Xin into their home. From then on, Lin Xin became a member of the Wang family. Wang Han's parents loved Lin Xin as much as their own daughter. Lin Xin liked painting, and Wang's mother specially hired an art teacher to tutor Lin Xin.

Lin Xin and Wang Han are even more intimate. Wang Han has been fond of astronomy since he was a child. On summer evenings, he likes to take Lin Xin to the flat roof of the dormitory building, look up at the boundless starry sky, and tell Lin Xin various legends about the constellations. When Wang Han learned that Lin Xin's birthday was December 10th, he was pleasantly surprised and told Lin Xin that they had the same zodiac sign - Sagittarius. With that said, Wang Han pointed to a group of shooter-shaped galaxies in the night sky and told Lin Xin: "Xinxin, do you see it? This is Sagittarius. Sagittarius is the only angel with wings." "I saw it, I saw it. !" Lin Xin cheered happily.

2.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, Lin Xin and Wang Han are both in their third year of high school. Seeing that the college entrance examination was approaching day by day, the two decided to apply for universities in Wuhan together. Wang Han applied for Huazhong University of Science and Technology, while Lin Xin, who loves art, applied for the Clothing Department of Wuhan Textile College. However, Wang Han failed to perform well during the college entrance examination, and his test results were unsatisfactory.

In July 1998, Lin Xin received an admission notice from Wuhan Textile College, while Wang Han was only admitted to a Category III university in Yichang.

One night in August, Wang Han and Lin Xin sat side by side on the roof of the building. Thinking of the upcoming separation, both of them felt sad and sad. Wang Han looked up at the sky with twinkling stars and felt faintly. Said: "Did you know? Sagittarius is the only angel with wings, but it always stays in a fixed position alone. Because it has one wing, only by finding another one-winged angel and embracing each other can it spread its wings and fly... "

Lin Xin looked at Wang Han silently, with gentle fire dancing in his eyes. After a moment of silence, Wang Han gently held Lin Xin in his arms and whispered in her ear: "Xinxin, are you willing to be my angel?" Lin Xin's eyes flashed with tears of excitement. Two long-admired hearts finally hugged each other tightly!

After Lin Xin entered college, in addition to phone calls, the two communicated almost every week, telling each other how much they missed each other. Lin Xin put Wang Han's letter in a beautiful cardboard box. The flowers fell and bloomed, and Wang Han's letter was already filled in the cardboard box.

During college, Lin Xin's artistic talent was fully displayed, and she became her tutor's favorite student and won numerous awards in various fashion design competitions across the country. In the year of graduation, the Fashion Department invited a place to study abroad in Milan, Italy. After research, the department decided to give this place to Lin Xin, who was both good in character and academics. Going to Milan, the international fashion capital, for further study is undoubtedly a dream for Lin Xin, who loves fashion design. But when this opportunity is right in front of her, Lin Xin is full of hesitation. She thought: Although the school provides tuition for studying abroad, in addition to tuition, living and other expenses of at least 200,000 yuan have to be borne by herself! Although the Wang family can also get the money, he owes them too much, how can he cause them more trouble?

Lin Xin reluctantly wanted to give up this opportunity, but she was unwilling to do so. She fell into deep distress. Once, when Wang Han was talking to Lin Xin on the phone, he seemed to feel that Lin Xin on the other end of the phone had something on his mind. Under Wang Han's questioning, Lin Xin told Wang Han about it. Wang Han said happily: "This is a good thing. Why didn't you tell me earlier?" Lin Xin said: "But studying abroad for two years will cost a lot of money..." Wang Han said: "Don't worry, I will tell my parents about this right away, and they will definitely support you. "

Wang Han told his family that Lin Xin was going to be sent abroad to study by the school. After the Wang family learned about it, they immediately called Lin Xin. Wang said sincerely: "Xin'er, You must not give up such a good opportunity. Don't worry about money, we will prepare it for you right away." When the Wang family's relatives and friends learned about this, they all tried to dissuade him and said, "This kid. She’s not your biological daughter. Is it necessary to spend so much energy?” Mother Wang said, “We have long regarded her as our daughter. As long as the child lives up to her expectations, it is worth spending any amount of money.”

The support and encouragement from her family rekindled Lin Xin's confidence, and she finally decided to go to Milan to continue studying her beloved fashion design. With the joint efforts of the school and my family, the relevant procedures for going abroad were quickly completed.

In October 2002, the whole family sent Lin Xin to Beijing International Airport. The moment before boarding, Lin Xin and Wang Han hugged each other tightly: "Xiaohan, after leaving you, I am just a person who doesn't care." Flying angel..." "Xinxin, just go with peace of mind. If you leave me, you will fly higher and further..."

三

In Lin Xin When he set foot on a foreign land, Wang Han, a college graduate, applied for a job as a salesperson in a private enterprise in Yichang. Many sleepless nights, Wang Han climbed to the top of the building alone, looking at the Sagittarius in the night sky. He recalled being with Lin Xin bit by bit. His heart was full of sweetness, but also full of melancholy. He thought, Lin Xin was so far away from him. , and is talented and promising, but he is just a clerk in this small city. Will their love have any fruit?

At this time, Lin Xin began a new life journey in the beautiful and unfamiliar land of Milan.

Many of the instructors at the Milan School of Fashion Art are the world's top fashion masters. Lin Xin cherishes this hard-won opportunity and is fascinated by the ocean of fashion art. Although she is very busy with studies, she writes letters to Wang Han and her adoptive parents every week.

In August 2003, when Lin Xin signed up for the Italian International Youth Fashion Design Competition on the recommendation of her mentor, a disaster quietly befell Wang Han in her distant hometown.

It turned out that Wang Han, a salesman, had been running around all day since he started working. He often felt a dull pain in his liver area and his appetite decreased. He thought it was because he was tired from work and didn't take it to heart. But during the annual employee physical examination in August 2003, Wang Han unexpectedly learned that he had liver cancer.

For Wang Han's parents, this incident was like a bolt from the blue, and they immediately sent Wang Han to the hospital. After a comprehensive examination, Wang Han was diagnosed with mid-stage liver cancer. Fortunately, the cancer cells had not spread and there was still a certain value for surgery. A week later, the hospital performed surgery to remove liver cancer.

After the operation, Wang Han continued to receive treatment in the hospital. Wang Han, who was in pain, missed Lin Xin very much. At this moment, he wished his beloved girlfriend could be by his side. But for some reason, Lin Xin had not written for a long time. He made various guesses in his mind: Lin Xin is so good, there must be many boys who like her. Lin Xin has gradually forgotten about him: maybe Lin Xin is too busy with her studies. Write him a letter... No matter what, he doesn't blame Lin Xin. He was not worthy of her in the first place, and now he is seriously ill and may not even be able to save his life. What qualifications do he have to love her?

Wang Han asked his parents not to tell Lin Xin about his illness, and he had to bear the pain alone, but such days made his life feel like years. His will began to decline, his mood became irritable and restless, he even lost confidence in medical treatment, and his physical condition became worse and worse. My parents saw it in their eyes and felt pain in their hearts.

Lin Xin, who is far away in Milan, finally completed the first draft of the design after more than a month of hard work, and her instructor greatly appreciated her work. Lin Xin was so happy that she called Wang Han's home, and Wang's mother answered the phone. After some pleasantries, Lin Xin asked about Xiaohan's current situation, and Wang's mother couldn't help sobbing... Under Lin Xin's questioning, Wang's mother also controlled herself and told Yao Xin the truth about the matter.

Four

After Lin Xin learned about Wang Han's condition, she was so anxious that she wanted to fly to Wang Han immediately. She hurriedly found her tutor, explained the situation to her, and asked for leave to return to China. The tutor was very surprised because there were only a few days left before the deadline for the preliminary round. If her work was shortlisted in the preliminary round, it meant that she had to prepare for the semi-finals immediately. It was undoubtedly extremely unwise to return to China at this time. Lin Xin cried and told her instructor that there would be opportunities to participate in the competition in the future. She must return to her lover immediately to take care of him and comfort him. The tutor was finally moved by her sincerity and applied to the school for a month's leave on her behalf.

On September 12, 2003, Lin Xin returned to her hometown of Yichang. As soon as she got off the long-distance bus, she went straight to the hospital where Wang Han was staying. Seeing Wang Han lying on the hospital bed, Lin Xin could no longer control her emotions; she hugged Wang Han and cried bitterly, "You are so sick, how could you not tell me..." Wang Han saw Lin Xin reunited after a long separation. Lin Xin couldn't help but feel sad and happy at the same time. He said, "Why didn't you listen when I told you not to come back? What should I do if I delay my studies?" Seeing that her sweetheart was still thinking about herself at this time, Lin Xin cried even more sadly, "You know In this world, the person I cherish most is you. If you are so sick, do I still have the heart to study?" Wang's mother, who was standing aside, had mixed feelings when she saw this scene. She thought: It's really not in vain. This daughter!

The appearance of Lin Xin added infinite vitality to Wang Han, and he began to actively cooperate with the treatment. The Wang family's parents were relieved to see their son's transformation.

On September 20, Lin Xin received an airmail letter from her mentor from Milan. The letter informed her that her design work was shortlisted in the preliminary competition and asked her to rush back to Milan to prepare for the semi-finals. Lin Xin quietly put away the letter, and she decided to stay with Wang Han until he recovered.

The next day, she wrote a long and sincere letter to her tutor, and sent an application to the school to take a six-month leave of absence.

Under Lin Xin’s careful care, Wang Han’s physical condition became stable. One day, when Lin Xin was busy, Wang Han gently called "sister". Lin Xin was stunned for a moment and turned her face. That day, Wang Han seriously discussed his thoughts with Lin Xin. He asked Lin Xin to return to Milan safely to continue her studies. They should still be the best brother and sister as before. But Lin Xin didn't agree, she said: "I know you love me, you just said these words insincerely because you were afraid of hurting me, but have you forgotten the oath we made? Without you, I am just a lonely... Angels can never fly..."

Infected by Lin Xin's true feelings, Wang Han finally "compromised" and they agreed that Lin Xin would be his bride after Wang Han recovered.

In February 2004, Wang Han's liver function indicators became normal, and the doctor informed him that he could be discharged from the hospital. On March 18, Wang Han and Lin Xin held a grand wedding in their hometown. At the wedding, Wang Han's parents shed tears of joy and excitement when they saw their son and "daughter" finally getting married after going through many hardships. Relatives and friends also blessed them.

On their wedding night, Wang Han looked at the delicate and beautiful Lin Xin and said affectionately: "Let me take you to Milan. I want to see with my own eyes the land where you live..."

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On April 20, they boarded an international flight from Beijing to Milan. The plane shuttled between cotton-like clouds, and after a long day, night fell slowly. Through the porthole, the dark blue night sky was filled with stars, and the sky was as beautiful as a dream. "Look, Sagittarius!" Wang Han shouted excitedly. Looking at the twinkling stars, Lin Xin remembered Wang Han's words: Sagittarius is the only angel with wings, but it always stays in a fixed position alone. Because it has one wing, it can only spread its wings and fly if it finds another one-winged angel and hugs each other...

Yes, they are two lonely one-winged angels, and now they have finally found each other. Halfway through, they embraced each other affectionately, spread their wings and flew to the beautiful new world!

[The Last Supper]

1 From the perspective of Wei lying on the hospital bed at the moment, the last leaf on the French tung tree outside the window is still against the background of the blue-gray sky, at least for the time being. Still, as if enjoying this independent freedom. It has a strong vitality and has never succumbed to the cold air several times. I don’t know when there began to appear more small yellow balls among the trees, as if they were studded with fruits. It was a consolation, at least, that the trunk was not completely naked. This is the fourth day after the operation. Wei is undergoing infusion. The cold liquid slowly and rhythmically passes through the transparent plastic tube and is injected into Wei's body drop by drop. There is a slight pain in the superficial vein where the needle was inserted in her right hand. Some of it has accumulated for a long time. So that the vague consciousness floats and fades. A tear seeped out of the corner of Wei's eye.

The nurse had just left and asked her to ring the bell in time before leaving.

Everything is like in a dream. Dreams are just as unreal. A few days ago, she and her friend Qiang planned to climb a mountain. It snowed heavily. Heavy snow not seen in years. Thickly covering the plains and distant mountains. They want to go to Hanshan Mountain to see the snow scenery. The cedars will change into strange and colorful clusters of light and shadow in the sun, and squirrels will definitely appear in the forest occasionally. This is undoubtedly a great temptation for photography enthusiasts. She has even bought the necessary items for hiking. Everything is ready to go. She was diagnosed with stomach problems a week ago. Seeing that she was getting thinner and thinner, her mother insisted on sending her to the hospital for a check-up. Wei snuggled into her mother's arms, pointed to the advertisement about the delicious food that makes her feel better, and said coquettishly that it's okay. Your daughter's body is also in great shape. My mother couldn't help but laugh but was worried. Wei didn't care. She rarely gets sick, and she rarely even catches a cold. Influenza and flu always pass her by. If she hadn't been forcibly dragged to check by her mother, she would be climbing on the snow-capped cold mountain to enjoy the snow scenery.

That day, when she took the test report to Dr. Jian, the imperceptible and fleeting doubt behind his lenses made Wei feel bad. Yes, an ominous premonition gripped her deeply, which made her panic, as if she was suddenly stuck in mid-air on a swing.

She suspected it was cancer, a word that sounded like the end of the world. She didn't feel that death was so ferocious. What she was afraid of was that the joy of life would disappear forever and become the scenery of yesterday.

She really wanted to grab Dr. Jian and ask her about the condition in detail. Jian is no stranger to her. They live in the same community, on the front and back floors, and they usually just say hello politely when they meet. He had just divorced, and his wife, who worked in the city's Peking Opera Troupe, left him for a green card. He and Wei were only three years apart in age, but their hair was already looming gray. However, the few locks of silver hair paired with the pair of glasses also add a bit of elegance.

The next step is fiberoptic gastroscopy, gastric exfoliation cytology diagnosis, endless tests, taking medicine, testing again, taking medicine again, waiting for unknown pharmacological reactions. The bitter taste of the white liquid in the test tube made her want to vomit.

There was a benign tumor as big as a bean on the stomach wall. Doctor Jian pointed to the black spot on the X-ray and told her. Immediate resection is required, otherwise it may become malignant through infiltration of the gastric wall and associated lymph node metastasis.

Wei nodded. She signed her name on the surgery agreement.

Where is your husband? Jane was surprised that Wei was alone.

He is busy. Wei replied. My heart felt hollowed out.

Before the operation, she needed to fast for a day. She could bear it at first, but when it was almost noon, she really couldn't bear it. She wanted to eat and drink whatever she wanted, even a drop of water or a grain of rice. . But, no, the doctor has warned me repeatedly, otherwise I will have to come back this time for treatment.

Wei lay helpless on the hospital bed, resisting the waves of hunger that continued to surge in. She looked at a few birds on the telephone pole outside the window looking around and chirping happily, feeling in her heart. Full of envy.

2

An knew that Wei was in the hospital. When she said goodbye, he didn’t even raise his head, just said a perfunctory “Oh” and continued to play his legend, being smoked. The yellowed slender fingers flew up and down on the keyboard tirelessly. Wei was completely heartbroken.

Go to the hospitalization office alone to complete the procedures. Her mother's blood pressure has been a bit high recently, and Wei is determined not to let her tired anymore.

In fact, she has long been accustomed to people coming and going alone. She especially likes to take a train to a distant place and come back alone. It seemed like an adventure. She couldn't tell when she started to like such lonely travel. There seems to be something to look for. The destination is not clear, and the reason is not clear, but she always believes that departure is a necessary prerequisite. There are strange scenery and strange people on the journey, which is what she dreams of. She likes the moment when reality and dream merge, and the gentle breeze at that moment feels like a world away. She set out to escape from something. The reality disappointed her. She felt like a seed being wrapped in layers of increasingly thick dust, unable to find the right time to sprout, bloom and bear fruit. This was a very desperate reality. She was unwilling to settle for the status quo until she died of old age.

Ann didn't understand her trip. Her behavior is incredible. What An likes is a well-behaved and meticulous life. He has worked in an architectural design institute for five years and is still an unknown designer. I usually just do some piecemeal design work. He was intoxicated with the idea that he was born with talents that must be useful, but he never got a good opportunity to test them in practice, so he surrendered. About the second year after his marriage, he became obsessed with games, and from then on he was tired of typing on the keyboard after work. It is a virtual world full of temptations, with virtual swords and swords, and it is as exciting and exciting as experiencing it in person.

The quarrel on that early summer night was very thrilling. At first, they just whispered accusations, and then the decibels became higher and higher, and all the troubles in life were triggered in time, becoming the catalyst for the quarrel. Wei accused An of being too idle and indolent, while An accused Wei of being too vain. He threw dirty words like shotguns and hit the floor hard. The lonely gardenia flowers outside the window were exuding their first fragrance, and none of them were in the mood to appreciate them. First, the bowls and chopsticks were thrown to the floor with a crisp sound, and then the phones, clocks, chairs, everything that could be thrown became an object to vent their anger. The victims were in a mess. The wedding photos were shattered on the ground, and their once sweet smiles were visible under the broken glass.

Wei's eyes were filled with tears, and she went to grab the fragments. The sharp glass shards accidentally pierced her palms, and blood dripped onto the floor. Wei stood up, overturned the newly bought glass coffee table, and kept shouting that she should not live anymore. An Leng looked at Wei, cursed a bitch and slammed the door.

Wei didn't know what time An came home that night. She had fallen asleep with a few tears hanging from the corners of her eyes. The blood on her palms had been wiped dry, but there was a corner in her heart that could never be healed, and traces of blood continued to leak out.

In fact, since the war, although they seemed calm on the surface, their marriage had already been in crisis and existed in name only. Under the same roof, our hearts are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

Marriage is like a web. Wei sometimes feels like a blind moth, fleeing in the wrong direction in panic. She struggles in the web for a while to no avail, but still obediently surrenders. Sometimes Wei really wants to get divorced, tear down what she has worked so hard to build, and live forever. But An Shihuo disagreed. For him, marriage is a warm and safe nest, where he feels as comfortable and comfortable as in his mother's body.

Marriage is a tomb, Wei often thinks this way, and feels that she is rotting and deteriorating little by little in the tomb, becoming the most unacceptable burial.

Her stomach growled and her intestines knotted, Wei turned over and came to the window. An old building under the window is being demolished, with broken walls and decaying walls, and dust flying all over the sky.

3

Amidst the constant cramping in his stomach, Ran's face emerged bit by bit and became clearer.

Ran is her first boyfriend. At that time, they loved each other and had a strong desire to marry him or her. Unfortunately, some misunderstandings separated them. Ran's ambition is burning in the distance. Unwilling to accept his fate as a frog in a well, he found Wei and asked her if she would wander the world with him. Wei shook her head and said she would think about it later. It's not that she doesn't want to go, for Ran, she is willing to go no matter where in the world, even if she quits her job at the traffic control office. In fact, she has low self-esteem. In her dreams, she imagines that she is as pure as the spotless clouds in the blue sky. She loves Ran, but she doesn't want Ran to know her flaws. That would be too cruel. To love someone, in Wei Xianglai, is to think about him or her. Love him, how to leave him? ! That long night, she cried herself to sleep and woke up crying. Ran didn't come back. He took the early morning train and no one knew where he went. Wei lost her soul for a while, but a few months later, when An intervened in her life as a prince charming, she understood that it was not impossible for love to flourish as soon as it was born. She fell into Ann's arms. But Ran's shadow has never been completely erased from Wei's heart. She would wake up from her dream in the middle of the night with tears streaming down her face, then go to the bathroom and slap cold water on her cheeks. In dreams, Ran's back always appears, in a mass of boundless darkness. And she always ran towards the farther and farther back at all costs.

Wei did not expect that ten years later, she and Ran would meet again. It was early spring, and everything about to revive was still lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right time. During the journey, Wei sat in a window seat at the front of the train. Opposite me is a young woman with a slender face, slender figure, fluffy and natural ion perm, curly yellowish hair, and well-dressed clothes. She looks like the heroine in an early Qiong Yao film. She kept looking out the window. At this time, a man appeared with fruit in his hand, and the woman rushed forward with a smile on her face. Wei was stunned, couldn't it be such a coincidence? The man sat down, and the moment his eyes met with Wei's, he called out Wei's name. It was indeed Ran! Under the surprised gaze of Ran's wife, they spoke politely and politely. The air in the train suddenly became solemn, and Wei tried her best not to show too much emotion. Ran was still Ran, except for a trace of the vicissitudes of life, her brows remained the same. He seemed quite happy under the tender and considerate care of his wife. Wei's heart was in turmoil. Numbly smiling, numbly greetings. Wei felt like a puppet. Finally, Ran got off the bus at the station, held his petite and charming wife in his arms, and handed over a business card. Wei mechanically caught it and waved goodbye. The harmonious back figures of Ran and his wife Qin Se outside the car window were blurred in tears.

On the way home, Wei was like a walking corpse.

The warmth of Liu Ran's hand remained on the business card, and Wei smiled bitterly in her heart. Life was on a different path. What's the use of having this piece of paper or this contact number again? She gently twisted it, opened the car window, and threw it out. The thin pieces of paper fluttered up and down in the strong wind of early spring, disappearing like a broken kite.

Wei remembered the mobile phone number at a glance. The last number was the day they separated, 9707. Of course, maybe it's just a coincidence.

Wei will still wake up from her dreams at midnight. After all, it is not easy to erase the mark of a person from the heart. It takes time, and time will dilute all wounds that cannot be healed.

At this moment, Wei in the hospital bed desperately wanted to call Ran. His voice was so nostalgic. However, thinking of his wife, Wei felt like a deflated balloon and felt depressed. It can be seen that his family is harmonious and his marriage is happy, but her interruption is not a blessing. Love is a very mysterious and fragile thing. Once it is broken, it is not so easy to return it intact. It only exists in one situation. If you don't cherish it for some reason and lose it, it's better not to make up for it.

Let him keep the greenness and sweetness in his heart forever. Now that the fallen flowers are everywhere, the original flower stamens can no longer be pieced together.

4

Wei thought of suicide, which might be an infinitely satisfying thing. She decided to get rid of herself, no matter where she came from, she would be naked and worry-free. She thought of a high school classmate who had just been promoted to a mid-level cadre in his work unit and had a bright and bright future. However, he suddenly got cancer and finally couldn't bear the chemotherapy and drowned. At that time, she had been lamenting for a long time.

However, is it really possible to be carefree? Wei does not have the courage. First of all, the mother who lost her daughter will burst into tears. Her father died early, and she and her mother have always been dependent on each other. Losing her is like another blow to the mother. Ann might have been indifferent, or even breathed a sigh of relief. If Ran heard about it, he might just feel sad for a while.

Where is the line between life and death? Wei has read some books about death. Death is a form of transformation between substances. After the breath stops, the light soul will pour out of the body and rise into the infinite space. What dies is only the physical body with superficial characteristics, but the soul is eternal.

Her stomach was cramping again, and Wei could hardly hold on. It was already very cold in November, but sweat was still rolling down her forehead.

Slow and rhythmic footsteps came from the corridor. Wei knew that she was a middle-aged woman who had cancer three months ago. Due to chemotherapy, her hair had almost fallen out. Her skin was ridiculously white. She was wearing a rose red sweater and walking around in the corridor with a book. , reading one book after another, it seems that hospitalization is a very precious reading time.

Her pale face and sparse hair made Wei couldn't bear to look at her, but her gentle smile and unhurried tone gave Wei the impression of a warm spring breeze.

She seemed to be living a happy life, which puzzled Wei, who had wanted to commit suicide several times. Finally, when we met in the corridor early in the morning, the woman saw Wei's frown and smiled and said to Wei, everyone in this world has their shortcomings and lengths, and it is better to be happy than to be unhappy. Sooner or later, people have to go through this journey. Why? Not happy, and your mood may also have an impact on the course of the disease.

Thinking about it, it made some sense. Wei felt relieved. This woman's words were simple and ordinary but full of meaning. Yes, when encountering changes, it is better to let nature take its course and remain optimistic.

5

After Wei was hospitalized, An visited her several times. Bring some items. The expression is calm. Can't say happy or sad. This is to be expected. His heart is not in himself. Wei's life or death made no difference to him. Wei smiled bitterly.

Qiang was on a business trip, but she sent a postcard and a bunch of photos. Sure enough, she went to Hanshan during Wei's operation. Exactly as imagined, the cold mountain turned into a snow-capped mountain, and the snow slopes reflected beams of colorful light under the sunlight. Qiang, wearing red winter clothing, ran on the snow, with a boy chasing after her. On the greeting card, Qiang wrote words such as wishing her a speedy recovery. Wei is happy for her, she finally found her happiness.

After the operation, Wei began to receive chemotherapy. Her condition improved and worsened, and Wei's cheeks turned sickly red.

Dr. Jian's gentle smile made Wei feel that her time in the hospital was not so boring.

As a doctor, Jane holds the idea of ????helping the common people. He always blamed himself for not being able to save every life that came to an end. Wei's condition particularly worried him. In the silence of the night, he flipped through thick medical books and studied possible treatment options.

The tumor on Wei’s stomach wall was malignant, and the surgery only relieved some pain and delayed it for a while. He hid this fact from Wei at the time because he didn't want to see Wei's will collapse in an instant. At present, the cure rate of advanced gastric cancer is very low. But as long as there is a glimmer of hope, you can't give up.

Wei, in his memory, was like a small flame. His wife went to the United States, the country she thought was paradise. He wasn't surprised, he just couldn't figure out what it was about America that attracted her. During the few years of marriage, his wife spent money like water, and her originally well-off family was squandered by her. Fortunately, she finally left and life could start again, which was a relief for Jane. On that day, the day his wife left, he saw Wei at the gate of the community, with a flame-colored coat and a flaming smile. He was instantly moved, and the bitten place in his heart became plump and warm for many days.

A plum tree blooms and its fragrance refreshes the spleen. Jane would break a plum blossom and give it to Wei every day when she went to the ward, and Wei showed rare joy. During this period, he contacted some gastric cancer experts through the Internet, and returned to the Medical University with X-ray films to consult professors. However, everyone shook their heads. The metastasis of the disease was irreversible, the cancer had spread to the liver, and chemotherapy, radiotherapy, and immunotherapy were all ineffective.

Jian had no choice but to watch Wei go from beauty to withering.

Due to chemotherapy, Wei's long hair fell to the ground. Her mother wept silently, but she was still very busy. She found scissors, trimmed the plum blossoms she received every day, and put them on the floor. into a glass bottle filled with water. Under the warm sunshine at noon, the cold plum blossoms revealed their fragrance and brought vitality. However, some changes in Wei's body did not stop, and the symptoms of jaundice became more and more obvious.

Another snowfall came. That day, a lot of goose feather snow fell. Wei insisted on going into the snow. Snowflakes fell one by one on Wei’s hat, cheeks and body, feeling a little cold and refreshing. Be gentle. A beautiful smile appeared on Wei's pale and withered face.

Snowflakes were fluttering, and the lone leaf on the French paulownia tree fell down, hiding in the deeper and deeper snow, brewing for rebirth.