The time of the city

By the time the funeral was over, Mo Yu and Ni Jiamu returned home, it was almost evening. At dinner, Shang Xue was still in a gloomy mood, and Ni Yuantang, beside her, was so anxious that he couldn't eat.

Seeing this, Mo Yu put down her bowl and chopsticks and threw herself into Shang Xue's arms. "Mom, today we're all here to see Grandpa off for the last time. I'm sure he won't be lonely. Don't be sad, Mom. My brother, Dad, and I will always be with you."

Shang Xue looked up, and Ni Yuantang and Ni Jiamu nodded at the same time to show their agreement with Mo Yu's words.

"Yes, mom and you too." Shang Xue smiled and rubbed Mo Yu's head.

"Xue'er, we've always been by your side. You don't know how worried I was when I saw you so down. I couldn't sleep or eat."

"How can it be so exaggerated?" Shang Xue patted Ni Yuantang.

"Ahh, what a difference of treatment. You rub Xiaoyu's head but hit me."

"I am my mother's little cotton-padded jacket." Mo Yu stuck her head out and stuck out her tongue at Ni Yuantang.

After being teased by Mo Yu, Shang Xue's gloomy expression disappeared for the most part. Seeing that Shang Xue was getting better, Ni Yuantang also smiled.

Ni Jiamu looked at this harmonious and warm scene, his deep eyes filled with smiles. He thought, if he married Mo Yu, they would be just as happy.

After dinner, the two went upstairs together. Mo Yu tilted her head and looked at Ni Jiamu beside her, smiling so much that her dimples appeared.

"Why are you smiling so happily?" Ni Jiamu's fingers gently stroked the dimple on her lips.

"I coaxed my mother, am I awesome?" The girl almost had the word "satisfaction" written all over her face.

"That's amazing! Even my brother can't do it."

Hearing Ni Jiamu's praise, Mo Yu became even happier and skipped to the door of her room.

"Thank you for your hard work today. You must be tired." Ni Jiamu stood in front of him, his tall and slender body almost blocking the light above her head.

"Not tired." Mo Yu played with Ni Jiamu's slender and beautiful fingers.

"Have a good rest. I've asked for a long leave from school for you. We won't be going back for the time being. It's been a while since you last saw Lin Xiao, right? Go play with her tomorrow."

"Brother, I forgot to bring my cell phone when I returned home."

"I'll buy it for you tomorrow. Go to bed quickly, dear. Good night." Ni Jiamu touched her head.

In the early morning, the sun rose from the horizon, the rain that had been falling for a long time finally stopped, and everything was moving in the right direction.

After examining Yueyue, the doctor excitedly said to Uncle Yang beside him, "Yueyue's body showed no signs of rejection and is recovering well. After a period of observation, she can be discharged from the hospital."

"Auntie, can I go to school now?" Yueyue asked with her rosy cheeks raised.

"Of course." The doctor rubbed her head and left the ward.

After the doctor left, Yueyue happily picked out the skirts hanging by the bed and said, "Dad, we'll go find the little fool soon. I want to tell him the good news. He will definitely be happy for me. He said before that I would definitely get better, but I didn't believe it."

"Yueyue, don't go." Uncle Yang lowered his head and stared at the unpeeled apple in his hand.

"Is he getting sicker?"

Uncle Yang remained silent. He had been preparing himself mentally for days, but he still didn't know how to start. How could Yueyue accept the death of two close friends, one alive and the other dead?

"Dad, say something, how is he?" Yueyue was so anxious that she wanted to pull out the needle from her hand.

"Yueyue has passed away. The person who donated bone marrow to you was Xiao Xuyang."

"Dad, what did you say? Did I hear it wrong because I wasn't fully awake?" Yueyue stopped pulling out the needle and stood by the bed as if she had lost all her strength.

"This is something he left for you." Uncle Yang took the thing out of the drawer and placed it on the bedside table. He left the ward and stood guard outside the door.

When I opened the bag, there were countless paper airplanes, a letter and a hairpin inside.

Her eyes, which were clearly black and white, gradually became moist, and she opened the letter with trembling fingers.

Yang Hanyue:

Hello, I'm Xiao Xuyang, that gloomy, introverted little fool who retreats when faced with pain. I told you you'd get better, didn't I? Now you finally believe me, right?

You always call me a little fool, but I don't think I'm stupid at all. I did the most right thing, which was to make you better. When I found out our bone marrow was a good match, I was so happy. I could save you.

My sunflower must grow towards the sun. You know what? That day, I accompanied you to school and saw you running on the playground. I always felt like you should be there. Well, my dream has come true! Little angel, run freely under the blue sky.

You said you look good with hair, and although I think you look good no matter what, I still hope you have long, shiny black hair. I even bought you a hairpin, and I think you'll look great with it.

Thank you, my little angel, for appearing when I was most helpless. When you said you wanted to date me before, I just took it as a joke. My Yueyue wants to be with a healthy person.

And I’m sorry, I can’t accompany you to see the Huangguolan next year. I think it must be very beautiful.

I made a wish to the moon, hoping that you would be happy forever. Stupid, even if we never see each other again, I wish you peace, happiness and success in everything.

Your little fool stays.

The letter was short, but Yueyue read it for a long, long time. Crystal-clear tears streamed silently down her cheeks. He was gone, gone forever. No turning back, no face-to-face farewell, no footprints. Tears blinded the world; he would never return.

In a trance, she saw a familiar figure by the window again. He took the paper airplane she threw to her and closed the window with a frown when she called him a little fool.

Little fool, it’s such a pity that my life is not your life.