my japanese girl gl

As before, being weak makes me feel terrible.I always recall some past events and people, I strongly miss my childhood and adolescence, and I miss my motherland more and more.But my brain can no longer control my aging body. I can't pack my bags, walk briskly, and travel through the world.I even need Mei Ziqiu to push my wheelchair.

Sometimes in the dead of night I still can't sleep, I look at the wrinkles on Mei Ziqiu's face and the silver hair all over my head, how can I still be the girl who was once as beautiful as autumn water?Mei Ziqiu blamed me for always thinking too much, which made my health worse and worse. She saw it in her eyes, but she was so anxious that she couldn't help it.

In autumn, my health was already very poor.I tried to open my tired eyelids, Mei Ziqiu sat by my bed, saw me open my eyes, and asked me if I wanted to drink water.I shook my head, looked at the colorful fallen leaves outside the window and said, "Take me to the ginkgo tree."

Mei Ziqiu held back her tears, and slowly pushed me to the temple.

I looked at the withered and yellow ginkgo leaves all over the tree, falling one after another under the wind, and sighed: "The fallen leaves return to their roots. Mei Ziqiu, after I leave, take me home? I really miss the ginkgo tree in front of my house."

Mei Ziqiu was already in tears.

"Mei Ziqiu, Akimoto Kaoru. I've kept this name in my mind all my life. I don't think I'll ever catch up with your age!"

Mei Ziqiu walked around in front of me, we looked at each other's old faces, and were speechless for a while.

"Mr. Chu, I've been too selfish in this life. In the next life, I'll go back to China with you, okay?"

"it is good."

I reached out and stroked her face one last time.

"Little Chu, see you in the next life!"

The author has something to say:

Little Chu, see you in the next life. T^T

For the friends who supported "My Japanese Girl GL" all the way, I have always felt guilty and grateful.I always feel that my writing is not good enough, and I have not worked hard enough, so I am very sorry for your support.

Because of your encouragement and support, I am more motivated to continue to work harder.

Although we have never met, maybe we are thousands of miles apart, but I hope we can help each other and make progress together in this difficult world through words.

Saying this may disappoint some readers, but the truth is that this is a fictional story.

Friends who like it can continue to pay attention to my other works.

Thanks again!