Author: Tang Tang (Le Yun)

When I woke up in the morning, the sky was blue and crisp, Xue Jie snuggled up to the window next to the hospital bed, and a few white clouds slowly drifted by with the gentle wind.

The fragrance is fragrant, and the flowers that my mother bought are delicate. The smile was full of happiness, and Xue Jie wrote her heart on the title page of the diary. Butterflies flutter outside the window, and the words that don't form poems are full of sweetness. Affectionate expectations: only linger with the beloved. The wind chimes ring the bonds of happiness, quiet and peaceful, and the fragrance of longing?

Suddenly, her mother said to Xue Jie that her father had already contacted the hospital in Chengdu, and when Xue Jie finished the infusion, she would set off immediately, and the ambulance was also contacted. Xue Jie didn't say anything, for Xue Jie, it's the same everywhere, as long as it doesn't hurt, it's good.

Adults, however, think more and more comprehensively. They know what it means to have a disability for a girl who loves to dance. They don't want the children they have worked so hard to raise and are easy to cultivate, and they don't want to lose their love and hope for life.

Xue Jie stayed up late because she was reading the night before, and she was dazed all day today, so sleepy that she just wanted to sleep.

My friend Minmin is Xuejie's high school classmate, and after graduating from high school, she was not admitted to college, and she studied for two years in a junior college, and she happened to intern in this hospital. I met Xue Jie again, but I was in the hospital. In the past few days, I have been busy with Xue Jie, and after getting along, I have become good friends with several other good friends of Xue Jie.

They are all young people, and they can always find a common language at once.

"Xue Jie, I'm off work in the afternoon, Chen Shuai said that your game equipment is very good, can you lend me your mobile phone to play for a while, I also like to play games." Min Min suddenly came to Xue Jie's hospital bed and said to Xue Jie,

"Okay, you can take it and play with it. It just so happens that I am so sleepy that I want to sleep, you team up with them to play, they are very good at playing, you let them take you. Xue Jie did not hesitate and readily agreed. Min Min also took the phone with a smile.

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It was already more than six o'clock in the afternoon after the infusion, and Xue Jie was sent to the ambulance and set off for Chengdu. Looking at the hospital where she stayed for a week, Xue Jie couldn't help but sigh, and sincerely hoped that she would not enter the hospital again in the future.

The ambulance set off, Xue Jie was stuffy, didn't speak, and silently opened WeChat, huh? Depressed today has not contacted myself.

"He's probably busy." Xue Jie comforted herself and turned on the short video again. suddenly saw that there were dozens of messages in his poetry group, and clicked on it to take a look: Chen Shuai, Liu Zihang, Rufeng, Hu Xiaocang, Sister Hua, and Fuchen, as well as several strange group friends,??? Hey? What's the situation?

Fuchen is challenging Xuejie's poems to enter the group, and there are not many words. Transferred to the hospital today, Xuejie's father said that Fuchen also helped. After Xue Jie's accident, he also went to the hospital to see Xue Jie. Therefore, Xue Jie is grateful to him.

But in today's group, the things we talked about are really strange. Fuchen has never said much, how could he suddenly say so many inexplicable words? Xue Jie couldn't figure it out, Xue Jie continued to look through the previous information in the group, and found that all the topics revolved around herself.

Why is it so weird? Xue Jie's face was full of confusion: she didn't play with her mobile phone today, and she didn't log on to a certain video. How can there be a reply in this group? And it's still so brainless.