December 31, 2022, United States.

The snow has been falling since last night, and the snow on the road is up to your ankles. Tang Yi sat by the window and looked out, and there were several heavily armed children in the courtyard having a snowball fight. The little hand grabbed a small lump of snow and threw it on the other party's heavy down jacket, cracking and melting.

There was a lot of happy laughter outside.

There were hexagonal snowflakes condensed into frost on the window, and Tang Yi stretched out his hand, his fingertips through the glass, and scratched.

It's winter so soon.

The beautiful blonde female nurse walked in with a cart and knew that she had bad ears and didn't knock on the door.

When he approached, he asked in English: "Tang, are you feeling better today?" ”

Tang Yi looked away from the window, his afterglow inadvertently swept to the green plants on the coffee table, narrowed his eyes, smiled softly at the woman in front of him, and also replied in English: "It's better, thank you." ”

After several months of treatment, she could hear some sounds in her right ear, but it was only very slight and not clear.

The nurse examined her ears as usual. Casually talk to her about some ordinary things.

This beautiful and polite Oriental girl was very popular with them. I can't help but want to talk to her more. She looked so lonely and weak.

"Don, what about your friend. Didn't come today? ”

She asked Qu Boyang.

It was he who accompanied her to the United States.

Her father and mother would come once a month.

Tang Yan couldn't move, couldn't shake his head. The metal instrument moved in her ears and eyes, it was cold, and she subconsciously wanted to shrink her neck, but she held back.

Whispered: "I don't know." ”

Qu Boyang would come every day, sometimes in the morning, sometimes at night, or in the early morning after training, and he would take a quick look at her and leave. Whether he came or not, Tang Yi never asked, many times thought he didn't come, but the next day I still heard the nurses say that he had come.

"It's a shame it's not a boyfriend."

Putting down the instrument, the woman shrugged her shoulders and said with regret: "What a handsome young man." ”

Tang Yi smiled lightly and did not speak.

The woman asked again, "Then you don't have a boyfriend?" You're so pretty. When she was complimented on her beauty, her tone was exaggerated, and her eyes were round.

The little girl's eyes fell directly on the pot of pothos in the center of the coffee table this time, and after a few seconds, she shook her head gently.

"I don't have a boyfriend."

When Qu Boyang came in with fruits and gifts, Tang Yi was watering the pothos.

She cares a lot about this potted plant.

I only came to the United States with such a thing related to it.

When it was cold and frost hung by the window, she moved the pothos to the coffee table and watered it as usual. When you have time, wipe leaf by leaf.

The pothos leaves grew vigorously, and the small pots could not accommodate them, so she wrapped the vine branches in a circle, but she couldn't wrap them anymore, so she let the long vines hang down on the ground and grow wantonly.

Qu Boyang proposed to change to a larger flower pot.

Tang Yi liked this potted plant so much, but said, troublesome, this is good.

Tang Yi turned around after watering the flowers, only to see the boy standing at the door. She has a bad ear, and the outside world is not loud, so she can't hear it at all.

He bent his lips, and there was no emotion in his eyes: "You're here." ”

Only when I am with him every day I don't have to speak English.

Tang Yi couldn't react a little, and spit out the words slowly. The voice is still soft and gentle.

"Well, I'll be with you today for New Year's Eve." Qu Boyang smiled brightly and shook the bag in his hand at her.

The time here is 13 hours slower than in China.

South Italy they may be waiting for zero fireworks. We'll have to wait for the hour hand to turn around a little more.

It's been too long.

Tang Yu didn't want to wait.

She seemed to be sick and had no interest in anything. I don't want to talk, I don't want to go out.

"I'm sorry, I'm a little tired and don't want to wait that late."

Tang Yan walked to the bed, took two steps, and stopped to look at him.

Muttered again: "I'm sorry, Qu Boyang." ”

The eyes that used to be agile were dull, and the body was as thin as a piece of paper.

She was standing there.

Standing there alive.

Able to eat, talk, laugh, and cooperate with treatment.

But she didn't cry or make trouble. Numb to live.

Chen Ange left, taking away half of Tang Yan's life.