The next day, we arrived at our destination around noon. Parking at the base of the mountain, we climbed in full gear.

Although I didn't find a mountain stream identical to the one in the painting, I did find a similar one.

I suddenly realized that nature is actually beautiful.

Insects chirp and birds chirp, mixed with the sound of the wind blowing the leaves.

The water is very clear, as it is said in the Chinese textbook, it is like swimming in the air and there is no place to go.

In the gentle wind, the bento made by my mother became delicious.

I saw many animals and plants that I only saw in books. Compared to the wilderness of the suburbs, the charm of the mountain is even more moving.

We played late and were ready to go back.

The car is driving on the highway. Through the window, I gazed at the starry sky.

The car jolted lightly and I became very sleepy. My sister was already asleep, and my mother was dozing off in the passenger seat.

I watched as the stars danced in the sky, blurred, and the light spread little by little, joining together.

I just fell asleep, my head resting on my seat belt.

I don't know how long later, all of a sudden, I was awakened by the shrill sound of a horn, followed by the sharp sound of brakes.

I didn't know what was going on yet, but it was spinning around and my body was held in place by my seat belt, shaking irregularly.

My head hit a lot of places.

There was a murmur in my ears, metal clashing, branches rubbing, and the sound of glass shattering.

The car is rolling down the slope - I came to this conclusion.

When the fall stopped, the pain in my whole body finally surfaced.

I struggled to twist my neck in the deformed car.

It's like looking in the mirror and seeing your own fleshy face.

A steel pillar pierced half of the head.

......

............

I can't even scream, I'm in pain.

That's not my own face.

It's my sister.

I wanted to cry, but I couldn't.

Turning my head back, I tried hard to touch my mom and dad, but they didn't respond.

Through the shattered rearview mirror, in the starlight, all I could see was a bright red.

Their phone was so close to me that I touched it, pressed on the broken screen, and pressed three numbers with difficulty.

The signal is very unstable, I hit many times, for a long time.

Behind the pitch black is the snow-white hospital.

The sheets, the walls, the ceiling, the lights, everything is white.

My head was empty.

If you ask me any formula, even the Pythagorean theorem, I can't answer it.

At this time, the body was already in pain and unconscious.

They wrapped gauze and bandages around me, round and round.

"Kid, do you have anyone else in your house, and what is their contact information?"

"How are they?"

"We need the contact information of the rest of your family, little friend. ”

"How are they?"

“......”

I know, I'm an orphan.

This is my fourteenth birthday present.

As for my sister, she didn't die.

It can be said to be a miracle. Half of her brain was amputated, and she was still alive.

Not an isolated case, there are many people around the world who live on part of their brains. But this is also an extremely low probability.

It's just that she can no longer speak, run, or jump.

She became vegetative.

The police found me and told me what had happened.

Dad was driving tired, and we are fully responsible for this accident.

The good news is that there were no more casualties except for our family. In the surveillance set up around the corner, a large cargo truck can be seen passing by us.

But the other driver reacted quickly and did not collide with us. For him, it's just a thrill.

Does it matter? I don't have anything left.

My relatives came in batches and paid some for each.

They all touched my head and sighed.

The funeral expenses of the parents will always be solved, but what should I do? The follow-up treatment in the hospital is not charity, and the nutrient solution hanging every day is a big expense, not to mention other projects.

That's an astronomical amount compared to my pitiful winnings.

Barely holding on, my hair faded day after day.

I'm only fourteen, but I'm like a seventy-year-old.

Pale hair, deep bags under the eyes, and a sad countenance.

I don't recognize myself in the mirror, and the man's eyes are so empty and dull.

I don't see hope.

"I will listen to my parents well, and I will not bully my sister again. ”

"Actually, I don't hate my sister at all, I like her very much. ”

"I won't be willful anymore, when are you going to get up. ”

To whom am I speaking these words now?

She is sleeping, can she really hear?

I do not know.

Geniuses are always lonely.

Loneliness is a punishment.

How long has it been? hours, days, weeks?

I don't have that concept anymore.

I guess that's my destiny.

The so-called jealous talent. To torture you, you don't need to kill yourself.

Murder and heart.

If your heart is dead, you will be better to live than to die.

I brought a lot of pictures from home, but she couldn't see them.

I began to envy my sister again.

Just lie down, see nothing, don't think about anything.

Even if I think she's very pitiful, maybe she doesn't.

I feel guilty for such thoughts.

Why am I the only one who survived the disaster?

Is this a blessing or a misfortune?

I was unlucky.

Opening the window of my sister's hospital room, the cold night wind passed through my body endlessly.

The hospital is not far from the sea, and I can see the coastline a few blocks away. The tide ebbed and flowed, and it reverberated in an orderly manner, calm and serene.

At night, I look at the deserted sea, with the bustling streets.

Whether it's quiet or noisy, it's something that has nothing to do with me.

Die.

There is no problem that can be solved by escaping, life can.

Because life is not a problem.

Life is torture.

"Really?"

Not my sister's voice.

I turned around and saw a little boy about my age standing in the hospital room.

He stood in the corner of the window cast into the moonlight, his upper body drowning in darkness.

I don't know how or when he got in.

I'm already so tired that I don't want to think about anything other than a way to "solve everything" forever.

But I answered him anyway. Maybe it's because I haven't had anyone to talk to for so long.

"There is no way. ”

It was a mixture of heaviness, difficulty, confusion, and sadness, and the courage to say it seemed to burn out what little strength I had left.

It's painful.

I thought that my face against the light must be extremely embarrassed and desperate.

"If so. ”

"Impossible. ”

Unless I swap out the rest of her brain with my significant other.

People with only half a brain can live, and I think, so can I.

I can even give her the rest of my life.

But it can't be.

The brain-swapping experiment, at the current level of science, has no successful cases in any country. At least not in the public experiments, so, with the capabilities of this hospital, don't even think about it.

"Even if it's an impossible wish, as long as you want to make it happen, you can do it. ”

He seemed to know what I was thinking—but I couldn't say, maybe it was all written on my face.

But...... May I?

Will the miracle of being a luxury really befall me?

I can't believe it, I'm not crazy, am I? And ah, is this little brother in front of me real?

Lie.

"I'm having a hard time believing you, what should I do?" I said with a laugh.

"You've already believed it. He said.

"What did you say?"

"It's hard to believe, that is, there is a possibility of believing. This is something equivalent to a miracle. Even though it exists with a very low probability, it is still objective and real. ”

Miracles, it really happened.

Is this also destiny?

I'm an atheist. But this is not God.

It was my despair that was purified into hope. Although this comes at a cost.

But I can afford it, and it's much lighter than living forever in the shadow of tragedy.

Finally, everything is different.

Her hands are free.

She is free on both legs.

Her brain, too, is free.

We can leave the hospital forever, the pale, cold, death-loving place.

We went to school to report. Although it was two months late, they made special adjustments, and even the whole school donated money for us.

You're such a nice guy.

There are still a lot of interesting things in this world, and I really don't want to die.

It's great to be able to live in such a beautiful world with my sister.

I took her to the pier to watch the sunrise and sunset, and watch the stars change.

Occasionally, we'll dive down and swim in the icy waters, feeling the water sweep across every inch of our skin.

Our fins are free.

Our tails are free.

Everything about us is free.

Even if we don't speak, we know what the other person is going to say, and even if we don't do anything, we know what the other person is thinking.

Our hearts are one.

As for college, that's a really interesting place. There are no fixed classrooms, no annoying homeroom teachers, and no mountains of boring and simple homework.

Although the tutor surnamed Xie was really boring, he would occasionally take a few graduate students to work on some interesting projects with me. Only then did I realize that it was not that knowledge was boring, but that I had not been exposed to the real way to learn knowledge for a long time.

It's great to be alive.

I became the same as before, and together with my sister, I played the role of a headache for all teachers and students in the school. I often hear people talking about us after dinner, and it makes me happy.

I'm alive, and so is my sister.

To this day, I am glad that what I hated that day was not the helpless self itself, but the external object that caused me to produce helplessness and despair.

Because people who even hate themselves naturally lose their reason to live.

When a person loses even the meaning and value of his own existence, he loses his qualification to be a human being.

But I'm not, and I'm a genius.

So, I'm still alive.

We are still alive.

- Kismet "Destiny" · FIn -