Fast Time Traveling Girlfriend: Boss is coming, please attack

Chapter 19
The clouds are the dance of the mountains, and the fish are the flowers of the water.The butterfly is the umbrella of spring, and the street is the string of the city.If you don't have wine, you can plant grapes in your heart; if you don't get or lose love, you can bloom roses in your heart.

Why do we always feel unhappy, it is because we lack a kind of imagination and the courage of "being stupid once in a thousand years".

This is an advertising language for a new SMS sending service launched by Americans today when life is increasingly formatted and stylized.

Text messages are not sent to earthlings, but to aliens, and the charges are very high.

Watching this advertisement played repeatedly on TV, the doctor's words echoed in Yi Er's mind: "...chemotherapy is useless, you can only live for another three months at most, what is your last wish? Come out, and I will help you as much as I can."

Tears flickered in Yi Er's eyes. Lying on the hospital bed, he turned to face the window, watching the clouds drifting by in the blue sky outside the window, quietly lost in thought...

Two months later, Easter.

As soon as Yi Er sat on the lawn in a wheelchair and basked in the sun, he suddenly felt something. He turned his head and saw the attending doctor approaching quietly, and greeted him, "Doctor Deng."

Yi Eryi's voice was weak and barely audible.

Doctor Deng walked to Yi Eryi's side, sat down on the lawn, looked up at the sky, and said nothing for a long time.

Yi Er suddenly asked: "Doctor Deng, do you think people have souls?"

Dr. Deng looked puzzled, wondering why a seriously ill patient without relatives or friends would ask such a question. Then he looked at the young man who asked the question, and found that the young man looked at her with longing. He was eager to get her answer.

Dr. Deng looked at the boy's pale face under the sun hat, his bloodless lips... Suddenly, he realized something, his nose was a little sore, and his eyes were also wet.

She answered him earnestly and firmly: "Of course a person has a soul! A soul is a person's spirit, a person's thought..."

Yi Er nodded frequently as soon as he heard it, and finally he said: "Doctor Deng, can you do me a favor? This is my bank card, and the password is today's date, month, and date. I hope you can help me with it." Do some good deeds, and you will be rewarded for the labor you put in for it, and the amount is up to you..."

……

On the night of Easter on April 2014, 4, the terminally ill Yi Eryi felt the passing of life, knowing that he might not make it to dawn, so he sent a text message to the alien on a whim.

The content is: Hello, friend! I am a ray of soul from the earth, my name is Il Yi, I am an orphan, I live by stealing, and died of cancer; I want to tell you my wish, if there is an afterlife , I hope that my childhood will be accompanied by my parents, brothers and sisters, that my body will be healthy, and that I can meet my love...

"Hello, Il Yi! I'm Yu, the young manager of the Toto Tavern in Cranmondo Continent, Suzaku Star. My tavern is recruiting workers. The salary is very good. The down payment is a gene evolution fluid, which can not only make your dead body Rejuvenating and giving you special powers."

"How about it? Do you want to work in my tavern and start your new life?"

The eyes began to be unable to see, and Il didn't know if he was about to die or not, and he would feel that someone was saying something strange by his side.

He couldn't tell whether the words in his ears were his auditory hallucinations or if they were real, but he was 100% sure that he was moved by the words "Start your new life."

He nodded very hard, he wanted to live.

He hadn't seen enough of the blue sky and white clouds, he hadn't liked a person, and he hadn't felt enough of the beauty of life. How could he... such a regretful and premature death.

How could it be possible to let the so-called terminal illness deprive him of the right to live...

A tear of unwillingness flowed down the corner of his eye, and Yi Eryi, who was lying on the white sheet, stopped breathing.

The moonlight from the window shone on him and the white bed, pale and cold.

　I have written this chapter in another article, and there is no plagiarism. I hereby declare that I will not explain it again if it is not necessary.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)