After finishing the work, Zhang Yichi didn't feel sleepy, so he simply turned on the computer first to check the amyotrophic lateral sclerosis.

'Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis' has a widespread name called ALS. In Zhang Yichi's world, a large number of people from all over the world have set off a famous ice bucket challenge to donate money and gain attention for ALS patients.

The symptoms of ALS are mainly progressive atrophy and weakness of the muscles of the limbs, and finally respiratory failure. This disease can only be controlled and delayed by drugs to a certain extent, but cannot be completely cured. From onset to death, it can range from years to months. Usually in the later stages, the patient is in great distress and becomes unable to walk and even speak.

If this was not in the world of reincarnation, Zhang Yichi would definitely try his best to treat Han Jing. Even if he can't be cured, let him live a little longer, even if it's just for a few days.

However, the mission has clearly stated that Han Jing only has one month left to live, and it should not be possible to make changes.

Today is the first day, and it is also Han Jing's eighteenth birthday. After his birthday, Han Jing, who was supposed to welcome a more exciting future, started the countdown to his life.

Zhang Yichi turned his head to look at Han Jing, who was lying on the bed and was asleep, looked at it for a while, and continued to check the relevant information about ALS.

The next morning, Han Jing slept until more than ten o'clock before waking up, and when he woke up, he saw Zhang Yichi sitting next to the computer desk playing with the guitar.

"It's not a dream...... Han Jing muttered to himself.

"Awake?"

"Didn't you sleep?" Han Jing rubbed his face and got up.

Zhang Yichi lowered his head and plucked the strings intently: "I slept on the chair for a while." ”

"I only have a bed at home, and I'll save some money to buy one for you." Han Jing got out of bed as he spoke, but as soon as he got out of bed, he stumbled and fell to the ground.

"Are you alright?" Zhang Yichi put down the piano and was about to come over.

Han Jing had already climbed up, grinning and rubbing his knees: "It's okay, it's okay, my body is a little weak when I just got up, and my legs don't make any effort." ”

With that, he went into the bathroom to wash up.

Zhang Yichi saw it in his eyes, picked up the piano again, froze for a few seconds and said, "Han Jing, why don't you go to school to ask for leave." ”

"What kind of leave?"

"I don't have to go to school anymore. Didn't you say that you can't learn anything in school, and you definitely don't have any hope of getting into college, so don't waste your time in school. Zhang Yichi said.

Han Jing walked out of the bathroom and looked at Zhang Yichi in surprise: "Didn't you say yesterday that you wanted me to study hard?" Learning is more important than playing. ”

“…… I think you make a little more sense. Zhang Yichi looked at Han Jing and said against his will.

"Haha, yes, what I said must be right, practice makes true knowledge!" Han Jing went into the bathroom to brush his teeth with satisfaction.

"Then it's settled."

A muffled voice came from the bathroom: "If you want to take a leave of absence or something, you have to contact my uncle." ”

Hearing Han Jing's entanglement, Zhang Yichi wanted to say something, but Han Jing said in advance: "If you look for him, look for him again, there's no way!" This should be the last time I ask him for help. ”

After Han Jing came out after washing, Zhang Yichi played the guitar and cautiously tentatively said, "Let me ask you a question." ”

"Say." Han Jing ran to blow his hair.

"If a person has only one month left to live, what do you think he should do in that last month?"

"Just a month? If it were me, it would be too late to play the game, and I would have to play that game for at least two months a season...... Just walk around, see more of the world, and there doesn't seem to be much else to do. A month is too short, if that person knows that he still has a month to go, it would be better, no matter how he can plan, make some wishes come true or something. It would be too sad if that person didn't know that he was going to die, and he still lived as he did for a month......"

Han Jing blew his hair in the mirror and answered Zhang Yichi's questions casually.

The speaker has no intention, but the listener has the intention.

Hearing Han Jing's answer, Zhang Yichi was silent, frowning slightly and continuing to pluck the strings.

Han Jing's thoughts also represent what he would do in the face of such a thing.

If he was that person, he would prefer to know how much time he had in advance, so that no matter how bad he was, he could still arrange what he would do in the remaining month, so that he would die without regrets.

Do you want to tell Han Jing the truth now?

Zhang Yichi was a little hesitant.

Just when Zhang Yichi hesitated, Han Jing blew his hair, put away the hair dryer and walked to him: "You have almost practiced the basic plucked strings of your right hand, and I will teach you how to press the chords of your left hand." The chords of the left hand and the plucked strings of the right hand are combined to create a tune. ”

Zhang Yichi dispelled the idea of talking now.

"For my original song, if you play it simply, you can use four chords. First am, then f, f should be a little difficult for you now, the big horizontal press takes a period of practice, then you try the small horizontal press first, then c, then g, press like this, right ......"

Han Jing taught Zhang Yichi.

Zhang Yichi listened to Han Jing's guidance and practiced these four chords.

While practicing, he was also thinking about how to make some money, to realize some of Han Jing's wishes, he definitely needed money, even if he went out to take the car, but he was now penniless after buying the cake yesterday. Han Jing didn't have much of his own, and he didn't want to ask his uncle for it, so he could only rely on himself.

"Press the strings with your fingertips, make your fingers as vertical as possible, when your fingers touch other strings, there will be noise or no sound, yes, press tightly, otherwise you will hit the fret......"

Han Jing is still teaching.

At noon, Zhang Yichi's left hand was already very painful, and when it was time to eat, Han Jing asked him to practice again in the afternoon, and now he should first consider whether to go out to eat or order takeout.

"Do you usually go out to eat and order takeout?" Zhang Yichi asked.

"Yes, I don't know how to cook, it's more convenient to order a takeout, it's just more expensive......"

"Don't you have a kitchen here, whatever you want to eat, I'll make it for you." Zhang Yichi decided to cook for himself due to health and lack of funds.

Han Jing looked Zhang Yichi up and down again: "You can also cook?" You're too down-to-earth, aren't you? ”

"We don't have any takeout to order, so if we want to eat, we have to make our own." Zhang Yichi replied with a joke.

Han Jing believed it: "It turns out that you still have to cook by yourself, I always thought that you didn't need to eat." ”

"That doesn't follow the law of conservation of energy."

"That's it." Han Jing made the gesture of conjuring a knife out of thin air yesterday, "Do you still talk about science?" ”

"Of course."

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