Yasuki hadn't been to school in a long time.

Lin Jingjing looked at his vacant seat every day, looking forward to it.

She pinched the mango jelly in the drawer and sighed to herself. She originally planned to wait for Anmu to come back and share it with him, but she didn't give it away until now.

She was worried, because if it was just a minor illness, according to Yasuki's attitude towards learning, it would be impossible not to come to school for so long.

She didn't dare to think any further.

However, some things, some truths, as if they were destined in the dark, will definitely let her know.

When she took the test paper to the question that day, Song Yao was talking to someone on the phone, and her face was solemn. She stood aside and heard the words "stomach cancer", "suspension of school", "fundraising" and so on, and her heart chuckled.

She froze in place, and fled the scene in a hurry without waiting for Song Yao to hang up the phone, and sat down on the chair like a lost soul.

Then she shook her head, reassuring herself that maybe she had misheard.

It wasn't until Song Yao proposed to raise money for An Mu, who was suffering from stomach cancer, in class, that she suddenly felt that the sky was about to fall.

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Anmu didn't expect such a result.

He remembered that he was carried to the infirmary by Xu Gan that day, and the school doctor said that he could not do anything. He curled up in pain on his hospital bed, sweating profusely. In a hazy consciousness, he seemed to hear his aunt's voice.

When I woke up again, I was in the hospital.

On the day of the diagnosis, all the parents who were working in other places came back. This is the first time that the family has been reunited during the non-Chinese New Year, but in the hospital.

Mother Ann was crying breathlessly with the test results, grief-stricken, and kept muttering: "How can this be...... How so? ”

Father An was silent, and his brows were full of sorrow.

Anmu didn't feel much about his stomach cancer, except for the pungent smell of disinfectant water in the hospital, which made him a little uncomfortable, everything else made him very satisfied, and he immersed himself in the happiness of a brief family reunion.

In order to allow him to get better treatment, he was transferred to a hospital in the imperial capital.

The days in the ward were boring, and he always remembered his days at school, when every day when he went to the classroom, he could see a mango jelly on the table.

I don't know what happened to her......

She should already know about his illness, will she feel sorry for him?

He looked out the window, it was the end of December, and there was ice on the window, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

A few days later, Song Yao sent a large box of things, saying that it was sent to him by his classmates, as well as small handwritten notes from everyone.

He sat up from his hospital bed in surprise and pulled out a bag of mango jelly from a large box full of items, with a note she had written.

"I wish you a speedy recovery - Lin Jingjing"

He looked at the small note repeatedly, rubbing it gently like a treasure, and in just a few words, he grinned and smirked for a long time.

The days of hospitalization were probably the happiest time in his life, he could see his parents as soon as he woke up every day, and finally he didn't have to send people under the fence to see people's faces.

Although the chemotherapy response caused him to lose his hair endlessly, and the pain and pain made him unable to think about tea and dinner, he clutched a mango jelly every day, and his heart was happy.

After more than a month, approaching the end of the year, Changhe also gave the students of the third year of high school a fifteen-day winter vacation. Lin Jingjing mysteriously told him to rest well at night and have a surprise the next day.

He thought she had sent something, and he fell asleep with endless anticipation and excitement.

It was his first good sleep in days.

Early the next morning, the first heavy snow of winter fell in the imperial capital.

The silly girl and her friends had traveled thousands of miles from Province H to the imperial capital to see him. The small wards were filled with them, crowded and warm.

Friends surrounded him and asked for warmth, but she stood in the middle and looked at him who was so emaciated, and her eyes were instantly covered with a layer of moisture.

The friends all made excuses to leave, and he and she were the only ones left in the ward.

It was warm in the hospital room, melting the snow that had fallen on her shoulders and wetting the fabric of her shoulders. She struggled to burst into a smile and asked in a trembling voice, "When are you going back?" ”

He said slowly: "There shouldn't be a way to take the college entrance examination with you, and you may have to repeat the grade when you go back." ”

"Oh." She smiled, tears streaming down the corners of her eyes as soon as she smiled, "It's okay, then meet again, you're my junior brother." ”

"You must get better, and then be my junior brother, and come back to see you after my college vacation."

Lin Jingjing's tears flowed non-stop.

When An Mu saw her crying, he was in a mess, and hurriedly pulled out a tissue and handed it to her, "Don't cry." ”

She didn't take the tissue, and Yasuki had to gently wipe away her tears. Through the thin tissue, his fingertips felt the warmth on her face. He paused, and Lin Jingjing looked at him without blinking.

He withdrew his hand, a little cramped. After a long time, he asked, "Jingjing, what if...... I mean if, if I do die...... Will you feel sorry for me? ”

He didn't dare to look at her again, he didn't know what her expression was now, and after a few seconds, the girl's warm and sweet breath came to his face, the soft arms wrapped around his neck, the head rested lightly on his shoulder, and his body instantly stiffened.

She cried and said, "Can you not make me feel sorry for you, I'll wait for you to get better, okay?" ”

Anmu's heart was beating wildly, and his mind was blank. But when I heard her ask this, a bitter sadness welled up in my heart.

His lips trembled slightly, and he couldn't say a word.

Unable to respond, and afraid to respond. How many people can be successfully cured of cancer? Even he didn't know how many days he would live......

In fact, during the period of hospitalization, he felt unprecedented satisfaction, in addition to his two younger brothers at home, he did not have to worry about his parents being old and having no branches to rely on after leaving. If he still has any nostalgia in this world, it is probably only her.

He fell silent suddenly, and then smiled helplessly. The stiff arm gently patted her on the back and comforted her not to cry. But Lin Jingjing cried even harder.

What he didn't know was that Lin Jingjing had planned half a month in advance in order to come to see him. Unexpectedly, when she came to the front, as soon as she saw him who was skinny and skinny from illness, she only remembered crying, she was so distressed.

Yasuki was already very thin and dark-skinned, but lying on the hospital bed, it made people think that he was pale and weak for no reason.

Tears fell silently.

She certainly knows how low the survival rate of cancer is. He's such a good boy, why is it him?

But she forgot that no one ever said that good people don't get sick.

(End of chapter)