The Han family man is thin and rainy, while the Han family daughter is wearing green clothes.

A Chinese girl lives in the symptomatic intensive care unit.

The girl was seventeen or eighteen years old, with a pale face, and an oxygen hood was inserted on her face. She seemed to be lying on the hospital bed without a sound. Only the cold machine was ticking, telling us that she still had a trace of breath.

In front of the bed, a boy of equal size sat on a chair and fell asleep near the edge of the bed. His right hand tightly grabbed the girl's palm, fearing that the girl would be gone when he woke up.

The heartbeat frequency displayed on the machine suddenly turned into a straight line. The bad news sound woke the boy up. The moment he opened his eyes, he shouted wildly: "Doctor, doctor!" At the same time, there were tears dropping down at the corners of his eyes, and only fear and anxiety were left on his face.

The doctor and a team of nurses rushed over and sent the girl into the operating room. The sound of leather shoes rubbing against the floor and wheels came from the corridor. The boy stood there with his eyes blank and his eyes were slumped on the ground, without any strength or courage to stand up with his feet.

His name is Yang Liusu, and the fireworks are all in March.

This is his name, he is also born in March.

After a long time, he stood up with dim eyes, but his desolate and desolate look a little scary. I don’t know how much blow or unbearable he has suffered to be in this state.

The big clock on the operating room door has gone from nine fingers to five, and only the red font in German surgery is still lit, and it is also telling the people outside about the difficulties inside.

Yang Liusu shrugged half of her shoulder and stood quietly. He stood there as long as the operation took, and he seemed to have grown much older suddenly.

When the surgical light went out and the doctor took off his mask and gloves and came out of the door, the wrinkles on his brows and the pain on his face could not be concealed.

Perhaps for a doctor, what they regret most is that they cannot save the patient they want to save under their scalpel.

While the doctor was about to tell Yang Liusu, Yang Liusu, who was almost heartbroken, suddenly bleeded away the breath in her mouth, her head turned blank, and she fainted on the ground.

...

In the ordinary ward, Yang Liusu had woken up and looked at the ceiling blankly, her eyes dissipated, and her thoughts were floating where they were floating.

In the ward, there were old and young people. An old man with silver hair lived opposite Yang Liusu. His German had a little local accent. He seemed to be talking to himself, and he seemed to be praying to the gods.

The old man sighed: "Young man, you have been in a daze for two days like this. How can you bear the health of not eating or drinking? The old man is also a person who has experienced many things. The living must bear the pain of the dead, but the dead may not be unfortunate. You are still young, so you should live well and live well for the dead." After the old man said that, he saw that Yang Liusu still looked like he was immortal, so he would not say much.

Life, life, should actually be explained separately.

Only by survival can we survive and live well for ourselves.

There was a trace of trace in Yang Liusu's eyes, and the stubble at the corner of her mouth was already very long. He asked with an expressionless face: "What is outside the window?"

His voice was weak and his breath was a little chaotic, but he could clearly hear what he was asking.

The old man showed a cheerful smile on his face. Being able to speak is a desire for survival.

He stood up, walked to the window, looked out the window and said with a smile: "There is a big park outside, with many flowers blooming, and the cypresses also began to have tender green leaves. Everything is like a new life, and they are developing towards the good. Look, there are still a few young people over there who are arguing about something."

When Yang Liusu lifted the quilt and wanted to take a look, she realized that her body was so weak that she had no strength. Her feet were very numb, and she wanted to laugh but couldn't laugh, but she couldn't cry.

"You are weak, so take more nutritional supplements to replenish it! It's just that your body is weak, not kidney deficiency, it doesn't matter."

Yang Liusu started eating that day, not because she was not sad, but because she still had something to do and very important things to do.

When he woke up the next day, the old man on the bed next door had disappeared. A nurse who was a little older was cleaning up his old man's things. He had seen him these two days, and although he didn't care about the outside world, many of them knew about it.

Yang Liusu asked, "Hello, where has the old man from this bed gone?"

The nurse raised a seemingly beautiful smile: "I left in the early morning. My father left with a smile. I think there will be no regrets in this life."

"I'm sorry, I don't know that's your father."

...

Yang Liusu had lunch and had recovered a lot. She walked to the window in her slippers and looked out the window. There was no park or the atmosphere of spring outside.

It was just a thick building blocking the sun. He suddenly wanted to laugh. Didn’t he see such a description very early? But he didn’t think that one day someone would use it on himself to tell himself.

Yang Liusu was discharged from the hospital, and he took Xiao Shi's body to the crematorium.

She put on a red Han dress for Xiao Shi, like a beautiful bride, put lipstick on her hair, and also put on her forehead. She said that after she died, she must wear the clothes of the Han children, and return to her hometown to buried in Rongcheng. This is her last wish.

The body was taken to cremation. Yang Liusu watched Xiao Shi enter the incinerator and tears flowed down again. He tried his best to wipe the tears from his face with his hands, but nothing happened because the most important thing was lost.

Xiao Shi was also disappearing like her name.

Yang Liusu planned to return to China, but came to this Germany because of Xiao Shi, and also stayed away from Germany because of Xiao Shi. If possible, he would never know him, but time never reversed with one person.

Xiao Shi gave him full of memories and also brought him unforgettable pain.

If memories end up in time, wouldn’t we not have to celebrate the Day of the One’s Day every day?

When Yang Liusu returned to the apartment, it was basically filled with objects from when Xiao Shi was still there.

Xiao Shi likes music very much. Her piano has been dusty. After she was sick, the two of them have not come back for a long time.

A guitar was hung on the wall, and Xiao Shi's photo was placed under the windowsill. Yang Liusu seemed to see Xiao Shi wearing a white dress, wearing a hairpin, sitting barefoot under the windowsill playing the exquisite look of the piano.

When the first beam of light passed through the glass window, Xiao Shi was bathed in the golden sunshine, his fingers were like an elf who plucked the piano, and turned his head to show a sweet smile at Yang Liusu.

Yang Liusu couldn't help but stretch out her palm to touch her cheek, but she couldn't touch it.

Xiao Sai, she really disappeared into Yang Liusu's life.

...

"Sister Hua, do you know why the sea of ​​flowers in Wanhua Valley blooms all year round?"

"Dad Cang, do you know why the snow in Yanmen Pass will never melt?"

"Flowers bloom into the sea, I'm waiting for your return."

"Sweeping snow in Yanmen, waiting for the old friend to return."
Chapter completed!