The early morning sun shines through the curtains into this ordinary ward, like a pair of gentle little hands caressing these people who are suffering from illness.

With the sigh of the woman on bed No. 2, the girl woke up sensitively, reflexively raised her head, and looked eagerly at the woman.

The woman on the hospital bed is the mother of a young girl, and even under the torture of illness, the sleeping woman still maintains a graceful demeanor, and only such a mother can raise such a dazzling daughter.

The mother didn't seem to wake up, but the pain between her brows seemed to be getting heavier. The girl saw it in her eyes and was anxious in her heart. She knew that her mother was about to wake up, and every morning, her mother woke up in pain. Looking at her mother's increasingly pale face, the corners of the girl's eyes slowly moistened.

She got up, poured a little warm water, moistened it with a towel, and gently wiped the sweat from the sideburns on the woman's forehead.

"Chang'er!" When the woman opened her eyes, she had been sleeping very lightly since three years ago, and she was worried that she could not sleep peacefully. Now that leukemia complications have erupted, sleep is even more insufficient, falling asleep in pain and waking up in pain every day. Looking at her daughter's tired look, bloodshot eyes, and much thinner cheeks, the woman's heart was full of guilt.

She has some worries in her heart, she is still reluctant to leave this world, since three years ago, her son did not say goodbye, her heart has not been calm, and the family has lost the laughter of the past.

The daughter is very sensible, and the woman knows that she also misses her brother, but she never mentions it, but in the dead of night, she holds a photo of her son and quietly wipes her tears. In three years, more than 1,000 days and nights, her daughter is her most intimate little padded jacket, and now she is even in front of the saddle and behind the horse, not leaving an inch, and even this year's college entrance examination has passed hastily.

"Mom, does it still hurt?" This girl named Chang'er had a sad look on her face and her eyes full of distress.

"It doesn't hurt, with Chang'er by her side, my mother has no regrets." The woman lovingly reached out and stroked her daughter's hair, and said with a strong low smile: "Our Chang'er is so beautiful, I don't know which kid will be cheaper in the future, I am really reluctant!" The woman's tone was full of melancholy, and she didn't know whether she was reluctant to marry her daughter or leave this world.

"Mom, if I don't marry, I'll guard you for the rest of my life. You'll be fine, you will, and when the time comes, when my brother comes back, we'll be together as a family. The girl threw herself into her mother's arms and said softly.

"Hey, I don't know where your brother has gone, it's been three years......" The woman muttered, her tone was confused, maternal love is nature, her son didn't say goodbye at that time, she originally thought that she couldn't stand the blow of her husband's death, but later found that her son couldn't get through on the phone, and when she went to school, she found out that her son had joined the army.

When they found the troops, the son finished the recruit training, and the company only knew that the son of Lu Dao was wanted to leave by a unit, but they didn't know which one Lu Dao was, and now it has been three years, and I don't know if Lu Dao is doing well.

"Don't worry, Mom, my brother will definitely come back, definitely." The girl said firmly, the last two words, only she heard, only she knew how unconfident she was.

Her brother, the brother who held her in the palm of his hand for fear of falling, and held her in his mouth for fear of melting, the best brother in the world would ignore them and leave, the girl firmly believed. It's just that whether she is really so confident in her heart, only she knows the truth.

"Mom, I'll get you a pot of water." Seeing that her mother was lost in memory, the girl whispered.

Walking out of the inpatient department, the girl breathed heavily, she was only a nineteen-year-old child, in the past three years, her father died, her brother did not say goodbye, a good family was so broken, she wanted to cry, but she couldn't. Since her brother left, her mother's spirit has been getting worse and worse day by day, and she can only beat her smiling face every day to make her mother as comfortable as possible, which is the only thing she can do.

"Brother, where are you? Chang'er misses you so much, and her mother misses you so much, her mother is sick, and Chang'er can't hold on anymore! The girl stood in place, tears could not stop flowing down, the original ethereal person, at this time like a flower trembling in the wind and rain, as long as a little more force, it will wither, lovely.

The girl also has resentment in her heart, she wants to ask her brother in person, why she wants to leave, why she won't come back if she goes, and why she came back but didn't see them.

The girl guessed that her brother had come back, and before her mother became ill, there was suddenly an extra 100,000 yuan in her mother's account, and they didn't know who sent it, but the girl's intuition must have been sent by her brother, and there was no reason, just to believe it. If it weren't for these 100,000, maybe my mother would be worse off than she is now.

It's just that he's back, why do you want to avoid them, why do you want to do something!

After wiping away her tears, the girl walked to the hospital cafeteria, bought a steamed bun, drank the warm water from the hospital, and ate it quietly and in small bites. She had to eat, and when she was full, she had the strength to take care of her mother.

During this time, the girl underwent an amazing transformation, she was more sensible and mature than before, and she also knew what it meant to be thrifty and cherished.

Steamed buns are a northern food, in fact, they are a big lump made of flour and are solid. This thing is not eaten in the south, it is hard and dry and tasteless, but it is cheap, five cents a piece, and it is full. The girl eats one bun every day, which can last for most of the day.

Just as she was quietly dealing with the big bump, a pair of boys next to her, who looked like college students, were discussing a topic that completely caught her attention.

"Xiaojie is really scared to death this time, yesterday he suddenly had a stomachache, cold sweat broke out, he couldn't stop it, he rolled directly from the bed to the ground, and shouted that his stomach hurt, it was too thrilling."

"Yes, I was still in the next bedroom at the time, and when I heard the sound, I ran over, and his face was white at that time, without a little blood, but fortunately it was found out that it was only acute appendicitis, and there was no trouble after surgery."

"Well, I've had breakfast and went to see him, this kid, when he gets better, he's going to invite us to dinner, brother, I've run a few hundred meters with him on my back, I'm tired and paralyzed!"

"Ha Luha, this is a must. By the way, did you watch yesterday's "Avenue of Stars"? It's really exciting, Beijing Satellite TV made an extraordinary shot this time. ”

"Naturally, I watched it, one of them, Bi Xia, is so handsome, I have listened to his songs, a classic among the classics!"

"Needless to say, otherwise the outside world wouldn't have rated him so highly. I felt like I was going to cry when I listened to his songs several times, and it was an absolute genius to be able to sing rock like this. ”

When the girl heard the name Bi Xia, her expression was stunned, and her heartbeat accelerated suddenly, is it her brother?

At this time, the two people next to them continued to discuss.

"Needless to say, Bi Xia is still a student at the film academy, and he may be a director in the future. Just because he can write a novel like "Fake Hero", his movie storytelling must be great. ”

"I also watched "Fake Hero", super classic"

……

Yes, it must be my brother, definitely. Hearing them say that this Bixia is still a student at the Kyoto Film Academy, the girl is getting more and more nervous, and after three years, her brother, who has disappeared for three years, finally has news.

And when they also talk about writing novels, she is even more sure, her brother has been fast since elementary school, music, painting, he has inherited the knowledge of his father and mother, and he likes to tell stories since he was a child, and he likes to sit in his arms and listen to his brother tell stories.

In fact, if Bi Xia hadn't received memories from another world, it was really unknown whether she would have written a book, but unfortunately the girl didn't know what to do.

Hearing this, the girl had no patience to listen any longer. She hurriedly ran out of the hospital, came to an Internet café, paid to open a machine, and searched directly for the word Bixia.

Rows of information about Bixia popped up on the computer screen, and when I saw a photo of Bixia standing on the stage, with her eyes open, but her eyes were dim, and her head was slightly raised, as if she was praying for something, the girl's tears couldn't stop flowing, and she sobbed softly.

Finally there is news of my brother!

After that, she ordered the four songs sung by Bi Xia, heard the cry of being imprisoned in "Free as a Dream", heard the thick homesickness and homesickness of "Hometown", heard the dusty dust that was cut by a knife and was whitewashed by time in "In the Spring", and heard the desperate introspective questions in "Existence", the girl gradually cried bitterly.

She understood Bi Xia, the confusion and contradictions in her brother's heart, and her brother's despair and longing.

Brother, wait for me, I'll come to you! The girl looked up, a look of determination.

(Today, I saw a book review with a friend who called the ring more, and the ring was ashamed.) It's not that I don't want to do more, it's really powerless, the ring comes home from work every day at nine o'clock, takes a shower, starts writing, and uploads are after twelve o'clock. I had to get up at seven o'clock the next day, and I really didn't dare to stay up late. The ring can only try its best to write every chapter, and in the limited time in the future, try to try to change more, in addition, thank you for the support of your book friends! ）