love because of love
Chapter 3
I am like a duckweed, wandering in lands other than China. I have traveled to many countries, but none of them gave me a sense of belonging. Looking at strange people, even if they smile at you, you can always feel The indifference behind that smile.
In the long 70 years, if the daily calendar is not reminding me that the time is still going on, I even forget that I am over 90 years old.
I am different from others, my appearance has not changed for so many years, time seems to have forgotten me, and because of this, I never stay in one place for too long, and the friends I meet are not very affectionate.
But there are always exceptions in life. When I met him, he was still a child. I didn’t seem to deliberately hide the difference between him and me for so many years, and he and I also tacitly never explored it.
It's just that I didn't expect that the goodbye after parting would be in such a way.
I used to be a doctor by profession, and my hands have saved and killed people. Whenever I go back to the hospital, I always have a deep sense of guilt. I always remember the oath when I joined the job, so if it is not necessary, I rarely go to the hospital.
Unexpectedly, it was because of him that he stepped into the gate of the hospital again.
The long corridor was empty with the sound of my footsteps, a little cold and a little empty.
He just lay quietly on the bed like that. Occasionally, there was a pain in pain, and there was only a muffled noise. He struggled with the illness for half a year. When I was shot, I couldn't remember what the pain was like, and I couldn't empathize with his pain, so even though he was in so much pain, I remained as indifferent as before.
I'm afraid I've already forgotten how to care about a person, but he never minded. He used to ask me when I was young, "Sister, you look so good-looking, I will marry you when I grow up, okay?" Just look at him and don't speak.It is strange to say that as he grew up slowly, he never said this sentence again. He is 46 years old now, and my appearance has never changed. I never explained it to her, and he never asked.
"Sister...you are here"
He was so angry that his voice was hoarse and low. Even though he was wearing an oxygen mask, he still tried to squeeze out a smile, but this smile almost used up all his strength.
"Sister, from the day you picked me up, I swore that I would protect and stay with my sister for the rest of my life... But I'm afraid I can't do it now. I know that my sister is different from me. If she doesn't say it, it must be for my own good, but Sister...cough cough...don't carry everything by yourself...cough cough cough..."
He was coughing more and more, but he still seemed to have a lot to say. I patted his back and said softly, "Slow down, I'm listening!"
"I've already called Cheng Chen, ahem...she...you, ahem..."
His chest rose and fell violently, and he wanted to take a big breath, but he was always interrupted by the sound of coughing. I tried to get close to him trying to hear what he said?After the last "...take care of...", he completely regained his composure.His chest no longer rose and fell, his expression no longer ferocious, and he just lay quietly like that.
Maybe I was prepared for this result, but I didn't even shed a single tear!
In the long 70 years, if the daily calendar is not reminding me that the time is still going on, I even forget that I am over 90 years old.
I am different from others, my appearance has not changed for so many years, time seems to have forgotten me, and because of this, I never stay in one place for too long, and the friends I meet are not very affectionate.
But there are always exceptions in life. When I met him, he was still a child. I didn’t seem to deliberately hide the difference between him and me for so many years, and he and I also tacitly never explored it.
It's just that I didn't expect that the goodbye after parting would be in such a way.
I used to be a doctor by profession, and my hands have saved and killed people. Whenever I go back to the hospital, I always have a deep sense of guilt. I always remember the oath when I joined the job, so if it is not necessary, I rarely go to the hospital.
Unexpectedly, it was because of him that he stepped into the gate of the hospital again.
The long corridor was empty with the sound of my footsteps, a little cold and a little empty.
He just lay quietly on the bed like that. Occasionally, there was a pain in pain, and there was only a muffled noise. He struggled with the illness for half a year. When I was shot, I couldn't remember what the pain was like, and I couldn't empathize with his pain, so even though he was in so much pain, I remained as indifferent as before.
I'm afraid I've already forgotten how to care about a person, but he never minded. He used to ask me when I was young, "Sister, you look so good-looking, I will marry you when I grow up, okay?" Just look at him and don't speak.It is strange to say that as he grew up slowly, he never said this sentence again. He is 46 years old now, and my appearance has never changed. I never explained it to her, and he never asked.
"Sister...you are here"
He was so angry that his voice was hoarse and low. Even though he was wearing an oxygen mask, he still tried to squeeze out a smile, but this smile almost used up all his strength.
"Sister, from the day you picked me up, I swore that I would protect and stay with my sister for the rest of my life... But I'm afraid I can't do it now. I know that my sister is different from me. If she doesn't say it, it must be for my own good, but Sister...cough cough...don't carry everything by yourself...cough cough cough..."
He was coughing more and more, but he still seemed to have a lot to say. I patted his back and said softly, "Slow down, I'm listening!"
"I've already called Cheng Chen, ahem...she...you, ahem..."
His chest rose and fell violently, and he wanted to take a big breath, but he was always interrupted by the sound of coughing. I tried to get close to him trying to hear what he said?After the last "...take care of...", he completely regained his composure.His chest no longer rose and fell, his expression no longer ferocious, and he just lay quietly like that.
Maybe I was prepared for this result, but I didn't even shed a single tear!
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