Next, Shen Er, what's your business?

Chapter 1095 Inter-chapter·Mist painting·This life and the next life
In fact, Shen Er is not the first person who has the habit of keeping a diary. The real No. 1 is Wu Tiao Wue who looks careless and often loses things.

The reason to start a diary is simple, don't want to forget.

I don't want to forget the scenery I saw, what happened in front of me, the mood at the moment, and the people who are important to me.

She has been bedridden since she was a child and has difficulty moving.The scenery I can see is only the ward I live in, and the scenery outside the window seen through the only window in the ward.

She is eager to see the outside world.

She wanted to bask in the sun and let the wind brush her cheeks.

She walked in the rain, letting the raindrops hit her body.

She wanted to see the Golden Pavilion Temple that her parents had mentioned before she was sick.

She wants to see Paris, the romantic capital that countless people yearn for, and she wants to see the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, the legendary pure land closest to the sky.

She wants to see--

she wants to go to-

she thinks--

This thought, this persistent increase, finally activated a certain blood in her body, allowing her to have a second body.

She can finally get rid of the shackles of her sickly body and the confinement of the ward, and go to the outside world to see the broader sky.

This made her feel extremely excited, even frenzied.

But the good times didn't last long. Although this second body realized her dream of walking out, there were several limitations.

First of all, it cannot be too far away from the main body.

This is actually nothing.Although there are restrictions, compared with the small ward, the outside world is thousands of times bigger, which is enough for her to feel excited.

Second, there is no sense of reality.

The new body is like the ghost in the story, it can pass through the wall unfettered and rise and fall freely, but it also loses the ability to touch the real thing.Whether it's wind or rain, or trees and flowers, she can only look at them, not touch them.

This is actually nothing.Lying on the hospital bed, she could only look at the world outside the window.

The most disturbing thing is actually loneliness.

Ghosts cannot touch other people, and cannot even be seen by ordinary people.No matter how she called, no matter how hard she tried, she never got a response, just like her situation in the hospital.

What she suffers from is a terminal illness that modern medicine cannot cure, and her parents and relatives are long gone.Although thanks to the support of her father's old friend, she doesn't have to worry about hospitalization expenses, but it is only enough to keep her alive. Except for a meeting a long time ago, she has never appeared in front of her again.

No one cares about her, let alone visit her. Nurses and doctors only enter the ward during routine ward rounds. When they are in a good mood, they may say that the situation is stable. When they are in a bad mood, they will not even say a word. In a word, it is no different from a real ghost.

Perhaps the root of the persistence of wanting to go out and leave here is to get rid of this loneliness.

However, no matter in the ward or outside the ward, she was alone, and no one took care of her, as if she was forgotten by the whole world.

Until one night, when she routinely came to the roof of the apartment building that her father presided over to build, overlooking the scenery, a strange boy took the initiative to ask her to answer.

Maybe it's because I've been alone for too long, I don't know how to get along with strangers, and when I finally meet someone who finds me, my first reaction is not excitement, but fear, and I turn around and run away when I'm afraid.

But she couldn't run away, not only was she caught, but he also found her real body, and walked directly into her life that was supposed to wither.

Since then, her life has changed.

She has a friend, the child named Matou Shinji.

On the second day of meeting, he brought a bouquet of flowers, which added a different color to the deserted white ward.

On the third day of the meeting, he brought fresh fruit, saying that he had consulted a doctor and could eat it, no problem.

On the fourth day of meeting again, he brought more new friends, making the ward more lively than ever.

For the first time, the first time after being admitted to the hospital, she forgot the scenery outside the window.

Then on the fifth day, the sixth day, the seventh day... almost every day the boy brought something new to himself.

Sometimes it’s food, sometimes it’s play, and there are books and picture books, one after another novel experience, which makes her feel that even if she never goes out, it’s okay to live here for the rest of her life.

But the reality once again exceeded her expectations. After meeting that boy, there will be new surprises every day.

He took her out of the hospital, literally out, after more than ten years in the hospital.

Are you going to die?If you end up living like this, there's nothing wrong with it.

The answer is of course no.

Not only did she not die, but she also cured the illness that had been entangled for many years, and got a brand new home and started a brand new life.

The dizzying changes made her unable to believe it was real.

So, she started to keep a diary to record this dreamlike day.Only in this way can she be sure that all this is not false.

……

In April 1998, the first picnic.

The things that Sakura and Fujino make are delicious, but I don’t know how to cook them, and I feel useless.

……

In September 1998, I went to Tokyo.

There are a lot of people, I have never seen so many people, it makes me a little out of breath.

I miss him so much all of a sudden, if he were here, he wouldn't make me feel so uncomfortable.

……

In February 1999, I didn't go anywhere.

He hasn't called me for ten days, and it's a matter of calling me. He probably forgot me.

Scoundrel, liar, who agreed to call me every day?If you don't call me again, I will, I will... Ten days, no, 20 days... Well, I still can't help it, you are such a bad guy.

……

In February 1999, I didn't go anywhere.

He's back, finally back.

He lost his hair, was injured, and reportedly nearly died.

So worried, so worried.

If he's dead, I, I—what's the point of me being alive?
Huh?Why would I say such a thing?
Could it be that I... fell in love with him?

……

In February 1999, I didn't go anywhere.

I'm sure I'm in love with him, the kind I like very much.

Come to think of it, there's nothing wrong with liking him.

He is good-looking, interesting, and kind to me, but he is a little younger.

But this is not a problem, the worst is to learn from Sister Chengzi, who is much older than me and looks so young, so I will definitely be young forever.

Even if it doesn't look like a good match now, it will definitely be a good match in a few years.

……

In February 1999, I didn't go anywhere.

No, no, no, it seems like I'm not the only one who likes him.

Fujino, Sakura, and the woman who came to the house before, what should I do?Can I beat them?

Don't be afraid, Wutiao Wuhui, believe in yourself, you are the strongest, and you will definitely win the final victory.

PS: I may have to go on a business trip recently, and I may not have time to code words by then, so it is estimated that I will have to touch it.

(End of this chapter)