After two days in the hospital, I gradually became familiar with the life here and the people around me. If it is a dream, it is no different from the real day, day and night, continuously. It's not a dream, but the people around me are very different from the people I used to know.

To be honest, I love it here, and if it's a dream, I'd like to sleep in it forever. This should be the first time I have deeply felt the feeling of being loved, this kind of "love" is different from before, it makes me feel that it is deserved, it is endless, and it can be obtained without any effort on my part. I began to understand what life is like for children with parents, and I also gradually understood what it means to be said that the kindness of parents is as deep as the sea. If I could be here forever, I would honor them forever.

The smoke and rain in the south of the Yangtze River is indeed different from that in the north, and the people or things in the rain seem to be soft all the time. When I opened the window and looked down, I saw people coming and going holding colorful oil-paper umbrellas, as if they had also come out of the painting. I took a deep breath, not so cold, and looked back at the neat hospital room. 'I'll be discharged tomorrow.' I thought to myself, 'I don't know who else I'll meet.'" ’

In fact, what I remember the most is the foam. She has also come to see me in the past two days, and unlike Qingya, she seems to be a pool of clear water, soft, beautiful, and soft, constantly soaking my dusty heart.

I don't know if this counts as empathy, and I don't know if I've put my thoughts on Qingya on her. All I know is that I can't resist the feeling and whenever the nurse says someone is coming to see me, my first reaction is always her name.

"She's not coming tonight," I said silently, saying she was going to prepare me a mysterious gift tomorrow. I lay on my back on my bed and waited for the time to pass, hoping that tomorrow would come soon.

The waiting time was always hard, and I tossed and turned in bed until the moon hung quietly in the night. The moonlight in the south seems to be a lot gentle, not as bright and bright as the north, but a little more hazy and beautiful. My parents are helping me pack up my things in the ward, and I will be officially discharged tomorrow morning after completing the discharge procedures.

The moment I walked into the school, I realized that there were so many places in the world that I had not touched. My previous concept of "school" has always been one or two shabby straw houses, plus a few cracked tables and chairs.

I walked over to my desk and gently stroked the smooth top made of wood, and my classmates gathered around me, a few of whom might have been better before, and from time to time carefully asked me a few questions, which I answered carefully.

Qing Mo squeezed over behind the crowd, took out a notebook and handed it to me:

"This is the note you took before, lent it to me before, and now return it to you."

I took it and opened it, and the pen writing on it was so beautiful that if I had read it, I might have been able to write it like that. I sat in my seat, and my classmates slowly returned to their positions, and accidentally touched the desk, which seemed to be full of papers, and I looked sideways, and it was a letter.

I opened one casually, and it was supposed to be a girl's handwriting, and I recognized most of the words. In addition to celebrating my speedy recovery, the meaning between the lines also reveals that there is some special interest in me. I looked at the money and I didn't recognize my name, but compared to my previous status, it seemed that I had always been popular at school. I opened a few more letters, mostly these contents, until there was a simple greeting, but the handwriting felt a little familiar, and then looked at the payment, and the word "Mo Xue" was written.

I remember, it's Cher's handwriting. It turns out that when we were in the mountains, Luke and Cher used to play a writing game with me. They are highly educated people, and their handwriting is naturally beautiful, especially Cher's, which is very similar to herself.

I looked around and didn't seem to see her here, but a lot of my classmates seemed to be secretly watching me. Qing Mo was also looking at me, and she was a few rows behind me on my left, with her head tilted and looking stupid. I wanted to go over and talk to her, but when I saw that none of the people around me were talking loudly, I stopped thinking.

The first class went on as usual, but unfortunately I couldn't understand a word of what the teacher said, and he also asked me to get up and answer questions during the class, but after I said I didn't understand, he didn't blame me, but said some comforting words.

After class, I walked out of the classroom to the railing and looked down at the playground below with a crowd of people playing. Qing Mo gently came from behind me, patted me gently, and whispered to me:

"How? Are you still used to taking classes here? ”

I looked around and it seemed like everyone was looking at us, and it was interesting here, as if falling in love was not allowed. I suddenly felt a little incomprehensible, if it was a village, I was so old that most people with children were the majority. But this feeling of being a thief made me a little excited, looking at the slightly red face of the end of the Qing Dynasty, I also whispered and said with a smile:

"I'm more accustomed to it, but I don't know what the teacher says."

"Can't remember anything about it?"

At the end of the Qing Dynasty, the probe came over and the sound was a little louder.

"Hmm." I replied to her.

"Oh," she said, retracting her head, "it's okay, take your time, even if you don't pass the exam... If you can't pass the exam, you won't be supported! She finished the last sentence in a very small voice and at a very fast pace, and then ran away as fast as she could. I smiled, if it was elegant, I would definitely say that I would be willing to live with me any kind of life. But "I'll raise you" is really cute. I turned my head back into the distance, but the moment I turned my head, I saw a familiar person, and I turned my head back, it was Luke.

"Hey, you're sick." He came over and patted me on the shoulder and said, walking and talking in the opposite tone of voice to the Luke I knew, but a little ruffian.

"Luke?" I whispered to him, because the names of the people in my dream were different from those in reality, so I wasn't sure.

"Okay, you got it right." He looked back as he spoke, and I followed his gaze as Cher slowly walked from behind.

Before she could speak, she squirmed until Luke said, 'Hurry up, what are you rubbing?' She had only taken a few quick steps, stopped beside me, and said:

"You... Hello. ”

"Mo Xue?"

"Heh, you kid is heavy enough to be a friend and a light friend, if my name is not my sister's name, you can call it right."

"Uh-oh." I remembered that Cher's surname was Mo, so Luke here should be called Molu. I called his name, but he patted his head. Xue'er on the side also laughed when she saw my embarrassed appearance, and the two deep dimples were exactly the same as her in reality.