Ji Weiwei came to the hospital with all the peripherals she had done, and she only learned yesterday that Ling Jinxi was the victim of a catastrophic car accident in the city some time ago.

In the empty hospital room, he lay on the hospital bed, turning his head sideways to look out the window at the sun.

Ji Weiwei held the flowers, carried the fruit basket, and the peripherals she made, and knocked on the door.

"That, Mr. Ling Jinxi?"

The person in the bed does not speak.

Ji Wei plucked up the courage to walk in, and when she came, the nurse said that this patient doesn't like to talk, and only asks one thing every day, "Can I be discharged?"

"That, that, I am, I'm your fan, this, these are, it's brought to you by our fan group." Ji Weiwei actually has no social fear, and when she does design, she always has to explain her design to others, but she is a little nervous about this person.

This is one of the greatest shooters, one of the occupiers of the pinnacle of humanity.

The man still didn't speak.

Ji Weiwei walked into the ward and put down the fruit basket first.

Ling Jinxi looked at her and smiled at her, under the sun, his smile was haloed, clear and gentle.

Taking off the headphones, Ling Jinxi greeted the girl with a smile, "Hello, may I ask who you are?"

"I, I am, I'm your fan." Ji Weiwei hurriedly took out the peripherals she made, wool felt, and the little doll fell to the ground, she held up a poster she made herself, but she did it the other way, and she stood on the other side stupidly, but the poster was still the opposite.

"Thank you." Ling Jinxi's smile became brighter and brighter, "I'm sorry, I can't get up right now."

A square foreign body was pushed into his abdominal cavity and his liver ruptured.

The accident cost him two-thirds of his liver, one-third of his stomach, and seventeen fractures, but the most serious were head and spinal injuries.

Most likely, he will not be able to move freely for the rest of his life.

But with such an injury, he was still smiling, just like when he was nineteen years old, facing the ruins after the earthquake, he looked at the starry sky, and he smiled like this.

He was laughing, but her tears were falling.

In her life, she has never felt so empathetic.

"I'm sorry." He apologized softly.

"I, I'm so happy." Ji Weiwei was babbling nonsense, happy for what, happy that he was seriously injured?

"I'm not, I don't mean that, I mean, I'm ......" Ji Weiwei hated his stupid mouth.

"It's okay, I'm lucky to survive." Ling Jinxi's smile was a little fragile.

The car accident, thirty-two people were involved, five people died, six were seriously injured, it was the most terrible car accident in recent years, the luxury car rushed directly into the pedestrian street, it is said that it was a rich second generation because of lovelorn, sad and sad so drank too much, drunk driving.

"You, you're going to get better!" Ji Weiwei talked nonsense, and she regretted it after saying it.

Ling Jinxi's injuries were so serious, the news once tacitly assumed that Ling Jinxi was dead, and he was rescued in the operating room for three days and four nights, and stayed in the intensive care unit for twenty-three days, and he was near death several times, and it was impossible for him to recover as before.

"Yes, I'll be back to normal." Ling Jinxi looked at Ji Weiwei with a smile, "I've forgotten a lot of things, but I'm very happy to see you."

What would you do if your idol said that he was happy to see you?

Ji Weiwei didn't know, because she could only squat under Ling Jinxi's hospital bed and cry now.

Ling Jinxi restrained his smile, looking at the sunlight reflected in the ceiling through the window, the warm sunlight, and the warm room, but his heart was cold.

The doctor said that he had been like this for about the rest of his life, and he couldn't get up, and he had to be helped when he turned over.

No matter how proud they are, they will be defeated by sickness.

Because the patient has no dignity.

The water cup was on the table, and he couldn't drink it, because he raised his hands with severe pain and weakness, because part of his intestines and stomach were removed, he couldn't eat, he could only drink all kinds of paste, otherwise he would bleed profusely, and he couldn't even go to the toilet by himself, because he couldn't stand up at all.

Should I throw in the towel?

Lose to fate.

Losing to pain.

Others will only say that the person walked out of adversity, but how can there be blood and tears in adversity?

Ling Jinxi couldn't stand the embarrassed side of his family when they saw him, so he drove his family away.

He is proud, but what exactly is pride?

Ling Jinxi didn't understand it herself.

Listening to Ji Weiwei's cry, Ling Jinxi closed her eyes.

He couldn't do anything anymore.

By the time Ji had cried enough, Ling Jinxi had already regained his smile, and he didn't want others to see his vulnerability.

"Here's the poster." Ji was slightly red and swollen, "It's a photo of you in the snow."

The young man in the poster is both real and illusory, he is smiling, the sun is warm, like all the pain in this world has come to an end.

Love, what is it?

Is it the feather falling?

Is it feather growth?

It is the sky that is the sky that is the sky that is the sky.

Ling Jinxi looked at the poster and smiled, it was the first time he had looked at his own poster attentively.

Because I don't dare.

Countless beautiful posters filled with abusive words.

Countless gentle people have sent poison.

That's what an athlete is.

They are warriors, they need to face countless guns and arrows, and while pursuing the strongest in their lives, they also need to be the most cautious people.

The limit of humanity is the powerful and the indestructible.

Anything that can be easily destroyed is not considered powerful.

Ling Jinxi tilted her head slightly, "Can you help me?"

"Huh?"

"I have somewhere I want to go."

His words are incantations, his love and hate are heaven and earth, Ji Weiwei was so presumptuous for the first time, she actually lied and borrowed a wheelchair to help the person who should be seriously injured and dying.

"Let's go!" He was out of breath.

"You...... Where are you going?"

"Let's go to the place where the moon rises." Ling Jinxi smiled, but every bone in his face ached.

"Ling Da ......"

"Let's go!" Ling Jinxi narrowed his eyes, he, he had forgotten why he wore that wedding ring, but he didn't regret it, and he wouldn't regret it, he rubbed the wedding ring, and the thoughts in his mind fluctuated, "I want to eat meat, is there meat nearby?"

"There is a braised pig's trotter ......"

"Hurry up, let's go eat meat." As an athlete, he has hardly eaten a few meals of meat outside since he was a child, and self-discipline is one thing, but in the final analysis, he has no time to go out.

Training, competitions, assessments, reading, these activities filled his life.

He seems to have a lot of friends, but he also doesn't seem to have any friends.

His only hobby outside of shooting is fishing, but he doesn't care what he catches, he just enjoys the alone time he has while waiting.

He would also go out with his friends to play ball, archery, golf and football, and he was okay.

But those are a thing of the past, and according to the doctor's conclusion, the chances of his recovery are almost zero.

For the rest of his life, he had to rely on others to survive.