In the early morning, the sun shines through the layers of mist, shining on the embrace of the earth, and the streets are already bustling, and the people who shuttle through the streets are constantly rushing forward.

Jiang Hao stood by the window of the hotel, looking at these pictures in front of him, everyone was chasing their own lives, and the busy pace was rushing towards the unknown future.

A few white clouds were floating in the sky, their appearance was constantly renewed, and he seemed to see it as if it was a quiet heart, with a purity, a seriousness, and a deepness.

I don't know when I unfolded the white plain paper, I want to record the pictures in these years, and I also want to leave the splendor in the years, as well as those small stories experienced together.

It's just that the wind and rain of these days, accompanied by fog, made him unable to see clearly, and her footprints became marks one after another, leaving questions in the years.

Thinking that he would drive away at noon, the city became a longing in his heart, a dream, an attachment, and countless worries in his heart.

I can't help but sigh, in these years of immersion, how many days of life will be left?

He never thought about what the girl would be like in his mind, nor did he think that that simple encounter, that innocent smile, would make him never forget this girl and stick it deep in his mind.

The phone rang again on the table, and the regular call reminded him that it was time to leave, put on his coat, buy breakfast, and walk through the streets of the city to the hospital again.

In the hospital in the morning, doctors and nurses were busy shuttling through every ward, and his fast pace soon came to the fifth floor.

Tranquility had already washed up and sat on the edge of the bed, wiping her father's hands with a hot towel, looking cautious, her eyes were full of infinite expectations for her father, looking forward to his waking up.

The winter sun is always so warm, say goodbye to the sadness of last night, unload the tiredness of the body, stand prostrate in the ward, look at the sunshine outside the window, and write this winter sunshine under the winter sunshine, hoping that in this unhappy winter, I can give myself a ray of warm sunshine in my heart.

"Come, hurry up and eat!" Jiang Hao carried three breakfasts in his hand, and handed them one by one.

Tranquility glanced at him, who was a little tired, his hair was still a little messy, and he was wearing a thin khaki trench coat.

"Why are you wearing so little? Isn't it cold? Or are you younger. Tranquility spoke.

Lin Jiajia and Xia Qing were already drinking soy milk and eating steamed buns, and in this hospital with all kinds of medicinal flavors, even their favorite steamed buns did not have the desired taste here.

In the morning, the corridor of the hospital is full of people, and doctors and nurses are working nervously to make all the arrangements for this new day.

The energetic nurse slowly walked in with a plate of small poisonous water, cotton swabs, alcohol cotton, and large and small liquids.

"Six beds, I'm going to have an infusion, please sign it. The nurse was talking while infusion, and the other person handed over the list that needed to be signed from his hand.

There was a very loud noise outside, and there was a heart-rending cry, as if people had a habit of always liking to join in the excitement of others, and where there was a little movement, they were crowded together.

"The patient next to me is gone!"

"Yes, I've been in the hospital for a month, and there's no way to do it!"

The nurses are talking about the patient who has just left next to them, and staying for a month should be a relief for the person concerned.

The hospital is a place full of contradictions, with life and death, the natural hope of the sick for a new life, the birth of a new life, and the eternal departure of someone from this world, which seems to be the norm in the hospital.

For all the people in this world, maybe the hospital is the last place to go.

But there are always some things that backfire on us, when we are sick, we can't do without going to the hospital for treatment, sometimes we will recover, sometimes we will unfortunately die, none of us will like the hospital, but no one can leave the hospital, we all hope not to get sick, we all hope that the hospital should not exist, but not everything happens the way we want it to happen.

There are always many ways to look in life, and there is always one that will be what we want, so we insist on what we don't want, and everything is fine when we don't want it.

Just like the arrival of spring, it is always necessary to experience the severe cold tempering of winter to have a better spring.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm late, I'm here to give you breakfast. Han Bin walked in quickly from outside with breakfast, and his mouth had been thinking about it for a long time.

Seeing Jiang Hao, who was already standing in the ward, he was taken aback, looked at him a little incredulous and said, "There is someone who is earlier than me, didn't you drink too much last night?" As soon as he spoke, he regretted holding his mouth with his hand.

"Drunk?" Tranquility asked as she looked at Jiang Hao with a little surprise.

He just smiled slightly, but did not speak, as if there was a kind of smiling Burma on his face.

"I'm ......," he paused, then continued.

"I'm going back today, there is a little thing to deal with in the supermarket, and now it's the end of the year, and there are a little more reports from various merchants. As he spoke, he seemed to be explaining something to Serenity.

After a brief goodbye, he walked out of the ward and set out on the road back to Guiyang.

"Jingjing, who is this handsome guy Jiang from Wal-Mart?" Xia Qing asked very curiously.

"Going to work?" Serenity replied.

"Hey"

Hearing Tranquility's answer, she seemed to be a little disappointed, and sighed in unison with Lin Jiajia.

"We don't know if we're at work? What is the position? This is very important. Lin Jiajia bluntly repeated the answers to the questions they wanted to know.

She touched her head, thought for a moment and said, "It seems to be a person who manages the site often, yes, it's the site manager!" she said and confirmed.

She is always like this, she doesn't like to remember too many things about others, and she doesn't like to ask about other people's privacy, as if she lives in her own world and can entertain herself for a lifetime.

She always likes to say: "If it's not your own song, then put it aside, if it's not your own song, there's no need to play it again, even if the rest of your life is still intertwined with wind and rain, stumbling, but what can we do?"