An Ning returned to the inpatient department and came to the door of Ward 307. Raise your hand and knock lightly.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

Inside the wall, the boy on the hospital bed had his eyelashes trembling slightly, and slowly opened his eyes.

Si Zhe's sleep is extremely light, and he will wake up easily whenever there is a noise. This is the root of the disease that fell when I was young......

He liked this very much and was unwilling to accept it, so Jiang Liang gave him the sleep treatment.

In this way, you can better protect yourself......

An Ning knocked on the door for a while, but saw no movement in the room. Raising your eyebrows and hanging your hands, are you asleep?

Gently pull the door through a crack and clip the paper into the gap. Cover the door again, turn around and enter 308.

The door was gently pulled out of a crack.

Si Zhe looked at An Ning shallowly through this slit, his gaze long and far-reaching.

It's like, it's not just looking at tranquility......

Pick up the paper, go back to the room, sit by the window, and look at the sunlight to observe the painting.

This is, Little Rose?

In Si Zhe's eyes, shallow joy flickered slightly.

He really, really likes Little Rose. Si Zhe felt that Little Rose was a little angel sent by God, well-behaved, cute, and carefree......

yes, carefree......

Sometimes, Si Zhe really envied Little Rose. I often think that if only he were a cat, it would be good......

Si Zhe has carried too many burdens that don't belong to him......

It was so heavy that he was almost out of breath......

Is it cherry blossoms?

Because of Jiang Liang, Si Zhe has seen cherry blossoms a few times. It's just that as his condition worsened, he hadn't seen him in years......

The cherry blossoms painted by An Ning are really beautiful.

But in this beauty, the cherry blossoms are so fragile, so pale, scattered with the wind, and fall in the dust......

Dyeed, shallow sadness......

It's so shallow, I'm afraid I haven't even noticed it.

Si Zhe lowered his eyes, although the cherry blossoms are beautiful, but the flowering period is only a short week......

Beautiful, but also exceedingly sad......

Life is so fragile, after a few days, it will dissipate into the world, and the beauty will no longer be ......

Heart, wrapped in a sense of powerlessness.

Just like him, isn't it?

Jiang Liang has never concealed his illness from Si Zhe. What's the use of hiding it? Si Zhe's body, he himself knows best, only a year......

His time is running out......

Si Zhe rolled up the drawing paper, but saw a few lines of small words in the upper right corner of the drawing paper:

A-Zhe, I love cherry blossoms.

I like its wanton life force, I like its frankness and determination to dance with the wind, and I like its handsome and chic dust......

These are my blessings to you.

Tranquility stays.

The handwriting is chic and smooth, not like the delicate Xiaokai practiced by ordinary daughters, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, which is extraordinarily good-looking.

Si Zhe cried again.

She was the third person to be so kind to him and send him blessings.

Si Zhe is not as indifferent as he seems, and he doesn't want to be indifferent.

It's just that, only in this way, covered with a cold armor, can you resist the damage of the outside world.

Tears fell on the paper, blurring the handwriting.

Si Zhe hurriedly wiped it with his hands, but the more he wiped it, the more blurry it became......

Tears are like beads that have fallen off the thread, more and more, more and more rampant......

Why, can't you wipe it clean......