"Mr. Zhao, I want to be a doctor." The corners of Song Ci's mouth were slightly hooked, "Really." ”

Zhao Yue didn't say anything, and nodded, "Okay." ”

After the classmates left, Song Ci sat on the hospital bed, he looked at Tang Sinian and asked, "What about her?" ”

Tang Sinian knew who he was asking, and said softly, "Mr. Zhao said that the squad leader has transferred to another school. We don't know exactly where I went, but we only knew that I went to Beijing. ”

Song Ci closed her eyes, "Will she come back?" ”

His voice was small, and he didn't know if he was asking Downs or himself.

On the day he was discharged from the hospital, he found the doctor who operated on him and retrieved the little green dinosaur that had broken its thread.

He found a rope and hung the baby dinosaur around his neck so that it was close to his heart.

He went back to school and started studying seriously.

After Song Ci was discharged from the hospital, he went to the school to do the formalities and carried his things to the second year of high school. In addition to the necessary textbooks, there is also his younger brother Tang Sinian.

Song Ci changed his career in order to become a doctor in the future and repay his volunteers. But no one knows what Downs turned to for him.

When asked about him, Tang Sinian only smiled faintly, "I like it." ”

Okay, if you like it, you can like it. If you really like it, let alone switch from liberal arts to science, even if you want to go straight to heaven, no one cares about you.

In the second semester of the second semester of high school, the original small group of five people in the second year of high school, one went to Japan as an exchange student, one transferred to Beijing, and two transferred to literature and science, and in the end, only Xu Yu was left alone and still sitting in the classroom of Wen Er.

Xu Yu has become quiet since the other four left. She always smiled and refused the invitations of her classmates to go shopping and go out, and even deliberately avoided group activities. Shut yourself up in a small world, and don't want to communicate with outsiders.

She often thinks of her previous interaction with her friends when she is in class, and she can't help laughing out loud when she thinks about it, and she often can't help but drop golden beans when she thinks about it.

After Song Huanian and Mi Lili left, she sat first in the grade of liberal arts and first in each subject, but she could no longer smile as before.

Like, there's no going back.

Song Ci and Tang Sinian, who transferred to science, are under a lot of pressure, and they have not been exposed to the knowledge of science since the first year of high school, so it can be said that they started from scratch.

Especially Song Ci, he can be said to have never studied at all before, sitting in the classroom all day silently gnawing on knowledge points, not even eating lunch, often just a piece of bread, a glass of warm water, is a lunch.

In the evening, he brushed up until one o'clock in the middle of the night.

He wrote his goal in front of his desk: Huacheng University School of Medicine.

When he can't get through, Song Ci can make almost anything.

Tie your thighs with a compass and smear them on your temples with wind oil and chili oil to stimulate yourself or pinch the back of your hand directly.

He no longer sleeps in class, and every time he feels sleepy, he always consciously stands aside and listens to the class, and from time to time he can ask his own questions to the teacher.

During the big recess, he no longer went to the basketball court to play wild, but sat in his position to sort out his mistakes. In exchange for the English language of the table, I asked for knowledge about physics.

Song Ci's results slowly climbed up from the beginning of the countdown, his speed was not very fast, but there was a very obvious improvement.

It was also because of him that the science subject in Huazhong set off a wave of learning.

According to a science student, "Even a school bully like Song Ci can study seriously, can't I?" ”

In the blink of an eye, they ended their sophomore years of high school and became juniors in high school.

The school management is not particularly strict, but it is the opposite for the students in the third year of high school. Bookstore.com

The first and second years of high school arrive at school before 8 o'clock in the morning every day, and classes start at half past eight, and students can go to school.

But in the third year of high school, the school is forced to live in the school, and you have to get up at five o'clock in the morning for morning reading and morning jogging, four self-study classes in the evening, and return to the dormitory after class at eleven o'clock, usually finishing the day's homework around half past one. The whole day is off, and it is only four hours.

All the students are desperate and want to become the dark horse in the college entrance examination.

In addition to completing the teacher's mandatory homework, Song Ci also bought a lot of extra papers for brushing questions, and turning off the lamp is often after two o'clock in the middle of the night.

He put on his school uniform, brought up his eyes, put away his frivolity, and began to be a good student.

After Song Ci finished writing the last question, he put away the small table and put it aside, turned off the lamp, and fell asleep almost as soon as his head touched the pillow.

Well, good night.

Song Huanian half-opened his eyes and looked at the sunlight that slipped in through the curtains, sat up with his arms propped up on the bed, and leaned his body against the head of the bed.

Her eyes were a little hazy, as if she hadn't woken up.

Song Zhongchen stood outside the door of Song Huanian's room with a bowl of preserved eggs and lean porridge, raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Please come in."

He twisted the doorknob, pushed the door open, and walked in.

"Good morning."

"Good morning, Dad." Song Huanian smiled and said to Song Zhongchen: "It's hard work. ”

Song Zhongchen looked at his daughter, even with a smile in the corner of his eyes, he sat next to Song Huanian with the porridge, "This is your mother got up early to boil preserved egg and lean porridge, I haven't drunk it yet, so I brought it to you, hurry up and drink it." ”

Song Huanian smiled, "Okay." ”

Song Zhongchen scooped a spoonful of porridge with a spoon and sent it to her mouth, and after she finished drinking, he took out a tissue and wiped the corners of her mouth for her.

"Daddy." Song Huanian was a little embarrassed, and a hint of blush appeared in his ears, "I'm not a child anymore, I don't need to do this, I can do it myself." ”

Song Zhongchen gently tapped Song Huanian's forehead twice with his fingers, "You! No matter how old he is, he is still just a child when he arrives at Dad. Every year, you are my little friend! ”

"Aren't you my little friend?" Song Ci rubbed her head and said.

Song Huanian unconsciously remembered this sentence in her mind, she no longer took what Song Zhongchen said, and just drank porridge silently. Song Zhongchen fed a spoonful, she drank a spoonful, and this action was repeated constantly.

Song Huanian's eyes were confused, how was he?

She like, she hadn't heard that name in a long, long time.

What is it called?

Well, Song Ci.

Song Huanian's surgery was very successful, and after continuous recuperation, his physical condition has almost recovered.

Song Zhongchen and his wife Lin Qiuling tacitly agreed not to mention anything about Song Ci to her after Song Huanian's surgery.

They knew that Song Huanian's condition was not suitable for stimulation now.

Song Zhongchen finished feeding the last mouthful of porridge and asked, "Nian Nian, shall we send you to school?" ”

"Huh?" Song Huanian looked at him, "Okay." ”