What is the definition of happiness in life?

The requirements of different periods and different families are also different, such as Han Yishi and her son, she just hopes that they can have a small but warm enough house, daily food and clothing, and the children can go to school normally like children from other families.

Just these are not too high requirements, and she will feel happy.

Strictly speaking, fate treats their mother and son well, and she received an offer from the production company on the afternoon after the interview, but fate has set too many hurdles in their future.

In the past, Han Yishi has passed it.

It's a pity that this time, I'm afraid she won't be able to step over again.

"I'm sorry. This is the result of the examination, and at the moment our recommendation is that we hope that you will be admitted to the hospital and if so, hopefully you will live ......"

"Wait a minute, doctor. ”

Han Yishi, who was sitting at the desk, uncharacteristically raised her hand to interrupt the doctor's words, she took a deep breath, looked at the other party with those reddish eyes, and asked him softly: "If I am admitted to the hospital, is there any hope that my disease will be cured?"

The doctor was stunned, and then said helplessly: "Although it is a pity, I have to say that it is impossible. ”

"So, apart from the result of death, can hospitalization bring me other results?" Han Yishi's tone was still calm.

The doctor opened his mouth sneeringly, and finally bowed his head and sighed.

He has met many patients like Han Yishi in the past.

Some of them still want to desperately survive, even if they can live a little longer, and some people, like Han Yishi, have already looked down on life and death, for them, how to live the next short life is more important.

They didn't want to see the empty ceiling of the hospital in their last moments before they died.

The life is coming to an end, and they have to finish what they haven't done as soon as possible, otherwise, they won't have a chance to regret it.

After coming out of the hospital, Han Yishi looked at the crowd coming and going at the entrance of the hospital, and she didn't look up to look at the warm sun overhead, she walked directly to the phone booth, put in coins, and dialed.

"Well, it's me...... I'm sorry, Director, I shouldn't have left for the final stage of the work, but I would like to ask you for a leave of absence, I plan to go back to my hometown of Jeonju. ”

"Reason? Oh, reason...... Because, I'm dying. ”

When these words came out of her mouth softly, Han Yishi could feel the silence on the other end of the phone for a moment.

She smiled lightly, took the microphone and continued, "No kidding. My heart, my heart seems to be running out of my body. Strictly speaking, it can be regarded as the end of a serious life. After all, I was born like this, and even such a heart is something that belongs to me in the first place. ”

A deep voice came from the other end: "Go ahead." But I want you to come back and cancel the leave yourself. Otherwise, I won't be credited to your account for the last part of the payment. ”

The woman standing in the phone booth paused.

Soon Han Yishi lowered his head and smiled again and said, "Don't do this, it's okay, huh......? It's the last thing I left for our family. ”

The other end of the line immediately fell silent again.

After a few seconds, she heard Director Li on the other end of the phone ask her in a low voice, "Does the child know about this now?"

"I don't know. Han Yishi shook her head, "I haven't said it yet, I don't know how to say it, and I don't know if it's necessary to say it." ”

"He's your child. ”

"I know that better than anyone else. ”

"So...... Are you going to let him accept his mother's departure without knowing anything?"

All of a sudden, Han Yishi was speechless.

"I've approved your leave, but let's come back for treatment as soon as you're done. The hospitals here in Seoul are still much better than the places. You don't have to worry about the script, you've already done a lot before. ”

After saying another sentence in a deep voice, without waiting for Han Yishi to say a few more words, the head of the room on the other end of the phone hung up the phone in a hurry, as if in this way, this stubborn young mother would follow his advice.

Han Yishi hung up the microphone, her hand still holding on to the microphone.

She stood silently for a moment, sniffed invisibly, re-inserted the coin as if nothing had happened, and continued to dial the number.

Now she is not even qualified to waste a minute and a second of her time, for her, maybe tomorrow, maybe the next second is the end of the world, she must take care of all the affairs of her life in advance.

After a few more phone calls, it is estimated that the news spread among acquaintances, and the BP machine on her waist also rang.

But she didn't look at it, and after roughly taking care of the first thing to do, she looked at the time on her watch and pulled out the mirror and lipstick from her bag.

She covered the bruise on her lips with lipstick, brushed her slightly messy hair back in the mirror, and suddenly touched her bloodless fingers, lowered her head again, took out a bottle of nail polish that was left, and carefully repainted her nails.

In fact, she had already applied it before going out today.

However, at this moment, she just wanted to apply it again.

She was afraid she was missing something.

It wasn't until she was ready that she sorted out her facial expression, put a natural smile on her face, pulled the satchel on her body, and prepared to go home.

One afternoon in 1993, when the sun was just right, she walked out of the hospital and into the bustling street, which was probably the last glorious moment of her life.

……

"Mom, is Jeonju fun?"

Sitting on the long-distance bus, the little boy lay out the window of the car and looked at the wild scenery for a while, and couldn't help but look back at his mother.

The reason why he asks this question is because he often hears people say that all parts of South Korea except Seoul are considered rural areas, and in his current perception, the so-called rural areas should represent boredom and backwardness.

Then comes another question.

"Why are we going back to Jeonju?"

Han Yishi, who was leaning on the seat of the bus, turned her head to look at her son's dark eyes, then endured the faint dizziness coming from her head, straightened up, and said with a smile: "My mother doesn't know how Jeonju is now, so my doll doesn't know if Jeonju is fun, but Jeonju is my mother's hometown, so it's also your hometown." Do people need any more reason to return home?"

Hearing his mother say this, the little boy nodded thoughtfully.

"Then where are we going back to Jeonju this time? Aren't there no relatives at home?" and then he asked another question.

"I'll take you to meet someone. ”

"Who?"

"Someone who might help me take care of you in the future. ”

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