Xiang Hui has not appeared in front of them for three days since he returned home on the afternoon of the 29th of the year, which is completely different from the situation when he came to report every day before. Ansu found out, but didn't care, after all, she wasn't happy to see him appear, but she didn't reject it. But for Liu Hui, who is used to seeing him every day, he can't help but talk about it occasionally. An Su heard her mother's chatter, but she was silent.

Actually, Liu Hui didn't really want to see Xiang Hui. After all, she still can't rest assured of her daughter, if her daughter's hatred for Xiang Hui is not eliminated one day, for each of them, there is a time bomb buried in it, which will explode at any time. Although it has been many years, I am afraid of being mentioned after all. She is not selflessly worried about everyone, in the final analysis, she only cares about her daughter after all, and she is afraid that her daughter will be hurt. She could feel that Xiang Hui still had feelings for An Su, but she knew that An Su would never be interested in him. She could only pray that the two could live together peacefully, even if it was just the most ordinary of friends. In this way, she can also close her eyes with peace of mind.

Liu Hui spent a happy Spring Festival with her daughter, but the time at home was too short. After eating on the evening of the second year of junior high school, He Xiangnuan accompanied Liu Hui to chat in the living room, and An Su washed dishes in the kitchen. When An Su came out of the kitchen, He Xiangnuan helped send Liu Hui back to the room to rest, and then said goodbye. Ansu remembered that she would have to send her mother back to the daunting oncology ward early tomorrow morning, and her heart was secretly sad. Despite her reluctance, she still had to obediently follow the doctor's instructions to send her mother back to the hospital. But she didn't expect that before dawn, there was an accident.

After taking a bath, Ansu remembered that she had stewed bird's nest for her mother in the pot, so she went to the kitchen and brought it to her mother. But after shouting a few words in a row, my mother didn't wake up, and she was shocked, so she hurriedly went to the living room to call He Xiangnuan. As soon as I picked up the phone, I heard the doorbell ring. As soon as he opened the door, he found that it was Xiang Hui standing at the door.

An Su, who was already panicked, grabbed him and said in a trembling voice: "My mother doesn't know what's wrong, she can't wake up." ”

Xiang Hui heard this and ran to the room. After seeing the situation, he didn't say a word, and told An Su to help Liu Hui get dressed and send her back to the hospital immediately. At the same time, he called Director Zheng.

Outside the rescue room, An Su fidgeted, her eyes staring at the closed door. Xiang Hui knew that no matter what words of consolation he gave at this time, he could only accompany him silently.

This New Year, Xiang's family also had a very unpleasant time. Xiang Hui ran to the hospital every day, and Xiang Peihong and his wife were very dissatisfied. The gunpowder, which had been accumulated for three days, finally exploded tonight. After a big quarrel with his parents, Xiang Hui left the house angrily. After leaving home, Xiang Hui ran directly to Ansu's house without thinking about it. Unexpectedly, it happened to be when Ansu needed help the most. He suddenly felt fortunate that he was by her side in time when Ansu needed people the most. This feeling made him forget all his unhappiness for a while.

Fortunately, Liu Hui's life was not in danger for the time being, but her condition deteriorated and she fainted in pain. This night, Xiang Hui did not go back, and stayed in the hospital to accompany their mother and daughter.

The day before Ansu went to work, Ge Yuhong returned to G City to help take care of his stepmother. The joy of the Spring Festival temporarily made the patients and their families forget their pain, but after returning to the hospital, the days returned to the helplessness of the previous year. He Xiangnuan and Xiang Hui still came to the hospital to visit Liu Hui every day, but everyone obviously felt that Xiang Hui was preoccupied, and even An Su, who had always ignored him, also felt it. Liu Hui cared about him, he smiled and smiled, but An Su pretended not to see anything. Although she no longer rejects Xiang Hui from coming to the hospital, she will not care about him.

Zou Mingfang chose a time for Ansu to go to work, avoiding Xiang Hui to visit Liu Hui in the hospital. For Zou Mingfang to appear in the ward, Liu Hui and Ge Yuhong were very surprised. They knew in their hearts that Xiang Hui's recent abnormality had a lot to do with it.

Zou Mingfang separated Ge Yuhong and talked with Liu Hui alone for more than half an hour before leaving.

Ge Yuhong could vaguely guess the purpose of Zou Mingfang's visit, although he felt dissatisfied, he could understand it. The deceased is gone, give the living a chance to be reborn, I just hope that everyone can cherish it, and don't cause harm to others. What Xiang Jia did back then disgusted her, and Zou Mingfang's satisfaction after coming to visit today disgusted her. But whether it's disgust or disgust, it can't be separated from yourself after all. She also participated in the unjust case that year, and morally, she could not be superior to her family. What she can do is to do her best to be kind to those around her, so that she can repent and hope for salvation.

In the afternoon, after her mother took medicine and went to sleep, Ansu walked out of the ward.

The inpatient building is separated from an outpatient building in front of it by a long corridor with cuckoos planted on both sides. In the season when the rhododendron is in full bloom, it is a large area of red and gorgeous, like a raging sea of fire, more like the years of burning passion. Although it is not the season for the azaleas to bloom, the branches are still covered with clusters of red. This flower can be seen almost all year round in the Lingnan area, and it is not a rare plant. As a fashion designer, Ansu has always liked large expanses of intense colors, such as sunflower yellow, peach blossom pollen, lavender purple, and red all over the mountains...... But no matter what kind of bright colors it was, in the end, her mind only stayed on the picture of a thousand snows. It's a memory that will linger in her life.

Ansu wanted to walk on the grass in front of the inpatient building, but when she walked out of the building, she found that the sky was drizzling. She stood under the porch, looking at the cuckoo with crystal raindrops on the branches, not delicate, but a kind of dignified red soaked in cold rain, a bit like her heavy mood at the moment.

As soon as I walked out of the ward, I heard a woman on the phone: "I vomited all the food I just ate and ......" said, and couldn't help but sobbed in a low voice.

It was a family member in the next bed, and the patient had a great reaction after chemotherapy, and he had to vomit several times a day. Every time, the family members would be so distressed that they would shed tears. Such sobs can be heard almost every day in the oncology department. Yesterday in the stairwell, a young mother cried bitterly as she held her daughter's hair that had fallen out after chemotherapy. Sobbing is nothing in comparison.

The age range of patients in the oncology department of the First People's Hospital ranges from the elderly in their seventies and eighties to children in their three and fours. Some of them are sad, some are desperate, and some are helpless...... There was a lifeless expression on every vivid face. Every day there is life leaving, every day there is crying and grabbing the earth. Every time she heard that terrible cry, An Su's heart would ache, and she was so scared that she couldn't help but want to tremble. She knew it would be her turn one day, but she wasn't ready. Her mother is her only relative in this world, although she has lived alone for the past ten years, but her mother has always been her concern. She couldn't imagine what life would be like without care.

It wasn't until her mother became seriously ill that An Su suddenly realized that the time when she could rely on her mother in the past had been rejected by her resentment and let it irretrievably drain away. From resentment to remorse, this is another kind of pain in An Su's heart, a pain that others can't understand.

The corridor was full of people, some wearing snow-white medical staff uniforms, some wearing blue and white striped hospital gowns, and some wearing ordinary clothes. Yesterday was the Lantern Festival, and many patients went home for the festival and returned to the hospital today. During the first month, there was not a trace of festive joy on the faces of the people who entered and exited the critical ward of the hospital, and some were just gloomy clouds. There are so many unfortunate people in this world. There is a saying that happiness is the same, but misfortune is different. At this moment, Ansu looked at the crowd around him, and suddenly felt that the misfortune of the terminally ill patient was the same.

This Spring Festival has been miserable, and I don't know what night it is. She was afraid that the days would pass too quickly, and sometimes she even wished that time would stand still so that her mother would not leave her.

An Su suddenly remembered that today was the sixteenth day of the first lunar month.

It was the last day she wanted to remember, and she wished it wasn't on her calendar. For what she is subconsciously afraid of, she always wishes it never appeared. Although she deceived herself, she has been like this for the past sixteen years. She was getting more and more afraid to remember the people and things of the past.

"Ansule?"

An unfamiliar voice sounded behind Ansu, calling her name with uncertainty. She looked sideways, and it was a woman her age, with a face that was both familiar and unfamiliar. She narrowed her eyes slightly, and looked at each other hesitantly for a moment, and the face in front of her finally coincided with the memory.

The other party looked at An Su's expression, knowing that she had recognized herself, and said slowly, "An Su, it's me, Xiaoxia." ”

It was a joy to meet an old friend in a foreign country, but An Su couldn't laugh at this moment, standing in place and looking at Xiaoxia in a daze, her eyes were already covered with a layer of fog.