Chapter I

In the ward, a little boy in a hospital gown sits on a hospital bed, and the plastic board that was supposed to be a small dining table has now become a little boy's desk, which is covered with white paper and some immature color drawings painted on it. The little boy was drawing something with a thick watercolor pen in his small hand. The sunlight shines through the tall pine trees outside the window, lazily sprinkles in the ward, and also falls on the little boy's side, lining the little boy like a little angel who has fallen into the mortal world, and time seems to have stopped flowing.

This little boy like a little angel is called Wen Lu, nicknamed Liuliu, which is also a homonym of Lu, because he has not been in good health since birth, so the name is taken from the meaning of Fu Lu Ankang, and even the nickname has the meaning of Liuliu Shun, placing the greatest expectations on the family for the child, hoping that the little boy can grow up healthy and healthy.

'Squeak-' The door was gently pushed open, breaking the stillness of the room, and a mature but slightly tired woman entered.

The little boy raised his head, saw someone coming, and while quickly flipping through the painting he was finishing, he squinted his eyes and said happily: "Mom, you are back, where are the watercolor pens, have you bought them back?" ”

"Of course I bought it back, Liuliu's order, how can I not complete it~" Looking at the child's small movements, the little boy's mother smiled dotingly and continued to ask, "Liuliu, what are you painting, so mysterious, don't let my mother see it." ”

"Mom, don't worry, when Dad comes back from work, I'll finish the drawing, and everyone will look at it together, okay?" The little boy opened his big innocent eyes and pulled his mother's sleeve coquettishly.

"I have to wait for my dad to come back, can't I let my mom see it first? Mom is curious, can't she be? The boy's mother pretended to be pitiful and asked her little darling. But the little boy still shook his head resolutely and vigorously, and said affirmatively: "No, Mom, be good, wait until Dad comes back in the evening!" ”

"Okay, Mom won't watch it, wait for Dad to come back and watch it, then Liuliu will hurry up and paint now." After speaking, the little boy's mother was about to get up to help the child clean up the things in the room, but as soon as she got up, she heard the child's soft and glutinous voice.

"Mom, don't go, come and pull the hook, don't peek at me drawing." The little boy stretched out his little hand, gave his little thumb to his mother, and begged for a hook, because he knew that his mother would do whatever she did with him.

"Oh, I wanted to take a peek, but I was discovered by Liuliu~"

"Mom!"

"Okay, okay, baby, come pull the hook." The mother also reached out and hooked the child's little finger with her little finger.

"Mmmm, hanging on the hook for a hundred years is not allowed to change!" The little boy softly said the oath of pulling the hook, and then shook the big hand held by the little hand, and then pressed the thumbs of the two of them vigorously, and the serious look was very cute.

Looking at the child's well-behaved and lovely appearance, the mother's heart couldn't suppress the grief, why was God so cruel to take the life of such a lovely child, why did her Liuliu be haunted by illness from birth, and she was only five years old and entered the operating table no less than five times, almost every time she brushed shoulders with death, why, why, God is really unfair!

Holding back her grief, the little boy's mother smiled softly at the child: "Liuliu, paint obediently by yourself, mother goes out for a while, don't run around, do you know." ”

"Don't worry, Mom, I'll take care of myself." The little boy raised a smile and responded obediently.

The little boy sat on the bed and watched his mother leave, looking at his mother's slightly trembling back, he knew that his mother was going to hide and cry again because of his illness. couldn't help but see tears in the little boy's eyes, and he said silently, "I really don't want to leave my parents." The little body shrank into the quilt, and the quilt was clumped together, and it rose and fell slightly, and there was a soft whimper.

But after a while, the little boy gasped and got out of the quilt, then wiped his tears with his sleeve, and continued to draw with red eyes.

He remembered the uncle in white who had appeared last night and was only visible to him, and who had said that he had gone with him. He was terrified.

I remember that the little friend who used to play with him entered the house with a flashing red light, and never saw it again, but he knew that the little friend was not cured of his illness and died, and he would never see him again. He asked his father what it was like to die, and if he could never be with his parents again? Dad told him that he really couldn't be with his mom and dad anymore, but he was just taken away by an angel, and the dead would live well in heaven. Dad also told him that the angel was very beautiful and had a pair of pure white wings.

The uncle in white clothes in front of him, although he does not have white wings, he is very beautiful, and the uncle said that he would take him away, is it that his illness cannot be cured, and he is going to die? But he doesn't want to leave his parents, and if he leaves without saying a word to his mother, his mother will be in a hurry. Just like that little friend's parents, I remember that day, my little friend's mother cried very sadly, and his father hid in the corner and smoked, cigarette butts all over the place. When my father smoked, my mother said that smoking was not good, and my friend's father must be too sad to smoke so much.

He didn't want his parents to be so sad, so he asked his uncle in white if he could say goodbye to his parents one day.

But the uncle in white said that the time of reincarnation should not be delayed, otherwise it will affect the reincarnation in the next life. But he didn't understand much, so he continued to ask, what would happen if he said goodbye? The uncle in white said that you are too weak to be reincarnated as an adult if you are not reincarnated on time. He is confused, he can't become a human, so what does it become? The uncle in white said, I don't know, it depends on the choice of heaven, and said, even if this is the case, do you want to say goodbye to your parents?

However, even so, he wanted to say goodbye to his parents, he didn't want to care so much, and he was so sad for his parents who cried all day long.

So, he said, it doesn't matter, he still wants to say goodbye to his parents.

The man in white paused for a moment, he didn't expect the little boy to answer so quickly and so surely. It seems that children are simple, they don't think so long-term, and only focus on the people in front of them.

Oh, it's okay to occasionally give a child who has spiritual powers and can see his child with special treatment.

So, after thinking about it, he replied, okay. Give you a day to say goodbye and pick you up at this time tomorrow.

After saying that, before the little boy could speak, he disappeared in the darkness.

In the ward in the afternoon, the little boy was motionless, supporting his face with his hands, his red eyes were in a daze, and on the small table on the hospital bed, there was a cup of hot water that had just been poured by his mother, and a few wisps of light smoke leisurely swirled around the cup, but accidentally smoked the little boy's simple black eyes, interrupting his thoughts.

No, the little boy shook his head, he couldn't be cranky, the painting was not finished. He vigorously wiped the tears that had fallen again because he remembered last night, and stepped up his painting. If he told his parents that he was leaving, they would definitely cry, so this was a gift he left for his parents, and it had to be done well. I hope Mom and Dad will be happy after he leaves, don't be sad, he will watch them from heaven......

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