Ning Xuanxuan's long legs are like the tail wings of a mermaid constantly whipping the white water, she has been angry for so long, she can't even come down to coax her, she doesn't even have a coaxing phone, she gets angry when she thinks about it, and the strength on her legs is a little heavier.

She remembered that her phone had long since been muted due to anger.

She swam to the shore leisurely to check the time on her mobile phone, but in fact she wanted to know if Xiang Yang had called to find her, when she pulled her arms and went ashore, she happened to meet Xiang Yang who was walking hurriedly with her head buried in her head, and she didn't feel angry and funny, angry that he had come down to find her for so long, laughing at him dazzling and stupid.

Xiang Yang's hair shimmered in the fine sunlight, as if crossing a layer of golden halo, and the handsome side face also looked more three-dimensional and soft under the sunlight, with more flying brilliance than usual.

She squinted her eyes at the handsome young man in front of her, as if time had stopped in the twilight of spring when she had just met him two years ago......

Three months ago.

Mingxi and his colleagues were assigned by the company to the designated hospital for a medical examination, but unfortunately, a week later, he was notified by the hospital to let him be hospitalized.

Mingxi, who got the notice, turned his head in a daze, he couldn't believe the facts at all, and it wasn't until the doctor told him about his body's current physiological symptoms one by one that he began to slowly accept the facts.

He always thought that he didn't think about tea and dinner because of the concern and greed in his heart, but who knew that the symptom that made him thin was actually illness!

On the day he was admitted to the hospital, the sky was dark and cloudy, and the hazy sky was dense and heavy, as if the sudden bad news notice he had received a few days ago made people feel depressed and dull.

Although it is the end of mid-spring, in the staggered morning and dusk, the cold wind penetrates into the muscles and bones, and you can still feel the cold of early spring, just like a naughty little girl dragging her tail and refusing to leave.

And Mingxi's mood is like a fiery Gao Yang, he is looking forward to the god of luck coming, he hopes that all this is just a bizarre dream, as long as he actively cooperates with the treatment, he will soon get better like a rabbit.

It's just that sometimes his wishes don't come true, and not everyone will be blessed by the god of luck, and after a period of time after he finished chemotherapy, he found that his health was not as good as before, and he looked weak and sick.

Mingxi followed the doctor's request and was transferred to the hospital accompanied by his family.

Time keeps fluttering its wings, it is ruthless, and it is also righteous!

In a blink of an eye, it is the beginning of late spring, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the fragrance of flowers strikes.

The wind swaying and shadowing the small streams of insects and birds chirp, and there are still some yellowing branches on both sides that have not fully retreated, dyed with the new green that is gradually thickening, and the spring breeze transforms into a divine brush, gently and slightly, the earth is a charming posture, and everywhere is full of vitality.

In another place, on the other hand, there was a dreary, cold white wall, in which nothing but cold medical instruments, simple tables and chairs, and a foldable bed remained.

The bed was leaning against the window, and on the side of the window, he was half lying and half leaning, looking pale and gray, already looking sick.

The sick body made him extremely thin, and the blue and white horizontal striped hospital gown he wore on his body hung loosely on the weak skeleton, making him look even more breathless.

Ming Xi changed his posture, he straightened his back, his legs staggered, and he held the seal in his hand and started to sit in Vajra, but his concentration seemed to be insufficient, and he couldn't concentrate on meditation and practice, although his eyes were slightly closed, but his eyes kept turning around under his eyelids, and his closed lips closed several times, for a long time, and there were bursts of low sighs from between his lips and teeth.

This dull and lifeless sigh seemed to tell him what it was to worry about the day and the day, and human life was in danger, but those two resolute thin lips seemed to tell the world that he didn't care about this at all.

Stephen Hawking said: Everything in the universe is predestined, and Keigo Higashino said: All accidents in life are actually predestined.

Since everything is predestined and fateful, why do we need to care where the end of life is? Perhaps the end of this journey is the next turning point in life.

From a scientific point of view, all the ups and downs of the universe are already doomed, so what about small lives?

If there is no more to life, how much more to fate, and what is the fate of fate?

Author's words: The fate is determined by heaven, the part is artificial, the fate of the past life, and the present life.

Just as Ling Mingxi was distracted, a familiar voice came from his ears: "Awake?"

The voice of the person who spoke was soft but a little worried, this person's surname was Lin Menghan, he was Mingxi's college classmate, and he was also a very good friend in his life.

"Huh?" Mingxi lowered his voice in response, and his eyes slowly opened.

I saw the woman walking towards me, holding a thermos pot in one hand and a small porcelain dish in the other, the dish was cut into pieces, and in the thermos pot was her freshly warmed bak kut tea.

This bak kut teh is not something that can be bought in ordinary markets, this is a soup that Lin Menghan specially improved through the recipe of a well-known local old Chinese medicine doctor, and this pot of soup is a collection of hundreds of medicinal herbs.

Although these hundred kinds of medicinal materials are the essence soup that the old Chinese medicine doctor has boiled in advance, but even so, this soup has to be boiled for three or four hours.

Since she learned about Mingxi's physical condition, she came to deliver soup twice in three days, and when faced with those who saw her frequently, but were not very familiar with her, when they all mistakenly thought that she was Mingxi's girlfriend or wife, she never explained, and never said clearly, and always showed with a smile.

Maybe she's just guilty, or maybe she's not going to be able to bear to look at him alone, especially someone who is about to come to the end of his life and is always lonely.

"In the past few days of practicing and meditating, have you felt a little better in your health?" Lin Menghan skewered a piece of fruit with a toothpick and handed it to him.

"Compared to before, my head is much more energetic and less sleepy. ”

Mingxi took the fruit, chewed it in his mouth, and said, "Thanks to the soup you made, and for teaching me to meditate." ”

After speaking, Ming Xi pursed his lips and smiled, and looked at Lin Menghan with a little hesitation: "Actually, you don't have to come every day, I have recovered well in the past two days, and I also feel a slight change in my physical strength." ”

"I'm not tired, your spirit has just improved in the past two days, you can't slack off, besides, I'm voluntary, I'll take care of you, I'm willing, what do you care about what others say? Lin Menghan took the opportunity to hand him a small porcelain plate full of fruits, and then poured out a small bowl of soup from the thermos pot and put it on the small long table at the head of the bed to dry.

"When you say that, I don't know how to answer, saying thank you is inevitable, not saying thank you and feeling embarrassed, this thing, hey, it's strange, anyway, in this life, I can only remember it. ”