Cute girl in net king

"Life is always going on. Life is endless, and memories are endless. You live every day, it depends on how you think and how you live."

Unexpectedly, he was educated by a little girl.

In the quiet library, Mr. Qian Cang, a librarian in his 40s, looked at the group of students gathered together, showing a gratified smile.

Lowering his head, he continued to organize the newly arrived books at his hand, registering them one by one.

Among the crowd, various people surrounded Yanyan's corner.

Some people are frowning and undecided.

Some people suddenly become enlightened, and their confusion disappears.

There are also people who look meaningless on their faces, but the light in their eyes betrays their thoughts at the moment.

Tilting his head, Seiichi Yukimura looked at the serious look of the girl opposite, and suddenly thought of the surgery he had when he was 15 years old.

If, if he had met someone like Bai Yue, wouldn't he have been less confused, made up his mind earlier and more courageously, and accepted that operation?

When I was young, natural disasters came.He vented, complained, and even said 'don't mention tennis in front of me' to his teammates.

Cried, angry, and roared, now it seems that when he was 15 years old, no 12-year-old girl could see through it.

"You said it so lightly. But, it's just because it didn't happen to you, right?" That girl, a refined girl with big black-rimmed glasses, mocked her lips, but her eyes were weak The radiance struggled in the mist forever.

A silent teardrop slid down her cheeks, and then, more tears came.She looked up at the sky, her lenses were blurred, then she took off her glasses, wiped the corners of her eyes and left.

Afterwards, Yanyan found out from Yukimura that the girl was terminally ill.

The doctor also said that she could live for another two years at most.

"Terminally ill." It can be said that he was basically sentenced to death.

Is that person looking so sad because he is about to die?

"Xingmura...Brother, can you take me to a nearby hospital?" Looking up, Yanyan's eyes were determined.

Everyone dies.

With a terminal illness, it can be said that one foot has already stepped into the coffin.

However, I always feel that there is something else that she can do.

That girl, the last look seemed to stay in her heart, she was always thinking about the last pair of eyes.

Yukimura Seiichi glanced at her, but nodded not very surprised.

As early as when he told her about Fujima-san, he knew that this person would make such a request.

Tokyo General Hospital, since ancient times, has accompanied the hospital, always floating in the air, if there is a seemingly absent smell of medicine, and there are all kinds of people, all kinds of sorrows and all kinds of life after death .

Yanyan doesn't like hospitals.

Ever since she saw the introduction of the hospital in the book for the first time, her favorable impression of the hospital has been infinitely close to negative.

So when Yukimura picked her up, she wouldn't even go to the hospital if she was killed. She would rather let Shinichi Kawashima torment her than go to such a place.

However, when she was standing at the entrance of the hospital, she frowned, but unexpectedly found that Yukimura didn't like it very much, either?

She looked at him suspiciously and asked, the corners of Yukimura's lips showed a hint of bitterness, "I had a serious illness once, so... I really don't like the smell of the hospital."

It doesn't seem like a good memory.

Yan Yan's eyes dimmed, she didn't ask too much, but just pulled his clothes with one hand.

"I don't like it here either." She stared ahead, expressionless.

Yukimura looked at the hem of her clothes that she was clutching tightly.

At this moment, the little girl's face actually gave him a very mature feeling.Her lips were pursed tightly, her face was stiff with displeasure, but her eyes showed a kind of firmness.

"I hate everything here." After a pause, she said, "Even though this is my first time here...but I never thought that one day, I would come here by myself."

Really, I really don't like it here.

Life is completely in the hands of others.

The scalpel slid gently, the skin was torn apart, and the doctor's life was gone if he was not careful.

Yukimura didn't speak.

Raising his hand, he rubbed the girl's soft hair, feeling a sense of familiarity in his heart.

Yan Yan looked up at him, he tidied her hair with a smile, then took her hand and walked into the hospital.

However, not long after entering the hospital, Yan Yan heard the sound of an ambulance not far away.

She paused, turned around and watched the white car parked at the entrance of the hospital. Soon, a girl who probably had a car accident was carried out from the back of the car on a stretcher, and a group of people rushed towards the prepared operation. room.

Yukimura looked at her with raised eyebrows, "You know her?"

The girl who had just been sent in had mud and blood all over her face, and she couldn't see what she looked like at all.

The only thing that is certain is the messy hair, which seems to be silver-gray hair color, but based on this alone, it is impossible to recognize a person, right?

Without answering his question, Yan Yan followed to the door of the operating room and waited, her eyes fixed on the red word 'in operation', and she uttered 'four words' with a frown.

"Another accident?"

Yukimura looked at her in surprise for a while, as if confirming the meaning of what she said.

However, Yan Yan just kept staring at the red sign of 'in operation', then sat on the chair and waited, her eyes were still looking at the word 'in operation', without any intention of explaining.

Silence is the only synonym for this moment.

Even Yukimura couldn't figure out what Yanyan meant now.

He thought that when she said she was coming to the hospital, it was to inquire about Fujima Qianxue's illness.

But now-

Waiting, endless waiting.

The entire corridor was empty, although there were occasional doctors and nurses passing by, but the silent death spread here.

Lowering his head, Yukimura Seiichi touched the position of his heart.

The beating under the palm is so strong at this moment.

And 7 years ago, he was also a member of the operation inside. Fortunately, his operation was successful and he is still alive.

I don't know if the girl inside will be able to get the smile of the goddess of luck today?

"Terminal illness predicts death, and accidents cannot be prevented. Even if it is a completely healthy life, who can guarantee that she will live to die of old age?" The expressionless side of her face was still staring at the operating room.

The heavy, depressing smell floating in the air really makes people dislike it.

Her eyes lowered slightly, and when she raised her head again, she looked at Yukimura, looking at him truly, instead of depicting him ten years ago with his current appearance as before.

"Can I hug you?"