Chapter 72 Shallots 12
But upon hearing this, Ye Wanyou's eyes flashed brightly, but dimmed in an instant, and she lowered her head, obviously depressed.

"Sister Zuo Ling, in fact, I only went to the first grade when I was six years old, and then my parents took me around to seek medical treatment due to physical reasons. Up to now, I only know some simple Chinese characters, and I don't understand anything else. "

Hearing this, Zi Ling was surprised.

"health issues?"

Ye Wanyou nodded, raised her eyes, her clear eyes were filled with tears, but she tried her best not to let the tears roll down.

"Yes, I'm not in good health. Those doctors said that I had something growing in my brain, and I would die if I didn't remove it. My parents took me to the best hospital for a removal operation, but it was useless. I...at most I can live By next summer."

Her eye sockets were red, her eyelashes were wet with tears, like a wounded little animal, looking at the world confused and helpless.

Zi Ling's heart ached. Compared with the original owner, Ye Wanyou was even more pitiful. She was going to suffer death at such a young age, how cruel it should be!

Enduring the soreness in her heart, Zi Ling stepped forward and raised a strand of black hair hanging from her ear. "Can I hug you?" Ye Wanyou nodded, and then Ziling embraced her.

Many times we are powerless to change the world, we are powerless to change the tragedies that have happened, and we are powerless to help the person you want to help. In the end, all we can do is to be by her side in silent comfort.

Ye Wanyou recovered quickly. After a while, she raised her head, her eyes were slightly red, but the corners of her mouth curled into a smile.

"Sister Zuo Ling, don't be sad, I'm fine, you can give me a lecture, I haven't studied for three years, I really want to listen. Look, I asked Dad to prepare all the textbooks."

As she spoke, she jumped off the bed, stepped on the carpet barefoot in a cute nightdress, and happily took out a stack of books from the cabinet.

"I've read all of these, and I don't understand many of them. My father told me some, but he is too busy and often not at home. Sister, come and teach me."

She was still small, and she moved too much when she ran over with the books in her arms, and several books fell off. When she came to Ziling, she spread all the books on the bed, and looked at Ziling with bright eyes, full of hope.

Ziling glanced over, there were elementary school textbooks, junior high school textbooks, hardcover literature classics and some exercise books, on which more or less neat notes were made with pencils, and there were not many mistakes after careful inspection.

Seeing this, Zi Ling was a little surprised.It stands to reason that Ye Wanyou is only in the fourth grade in normal school, but she has been able to get in touch with junior high school knowledge without anyone teaching, which shows how hard she usually works. This is really... not easy.

Thinking of her quiet appearance holding "Dream of Red Mansions" when she came in, Zi Ling felt a little complicated.Ye Wanyou may not be able to understand that kind of literature, but she wants to read it. Is it nostalgia for this world?
In the following time, Ziling designed courses for Ye Wanyou according to her situation, guiding her little by little on the things she wanted to learn.

Time passed in silence, and after three hours had passed, the sky had been covered with hazy gauze, dotted with stars, and the city lights had just come on.

Under the street light, Li Mo kept looking up at one place, his tall figure stretched out by the light, motionless, as persistent and lonely as a sculpture.

He had received news before that his father wanted him to go back there. He and his mother had been hiding for so many years, but they still had to face it.

(End of this chapter)

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