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I seem to have fallen into a long dream.

In the dream, I was still a six-year-old child, sitting alone on a park bench and sobbing, the sky was gloomy, very much like my mood at that time.

My parents work abroad all the year round. Before I was six years old, I was brought up by my grandmother. On that day, my grandmother passed away due to illness. As a young child, I have never experienced the pain of the death of a loved one. The small world seemed to collapse all of a sudden. Unable to bear it, he ran out of the hospital.

"What's wrong with you?" A very immature voice sounded from my ear, I raised my head ignorantly, and saw a little girl wearing a pink tutu skirt with two little braids and eating a piece of food in her mouth. A lollipop, blinking big eyes and asking me.

She looked younger than me, I turned my head, wiped away my tears, and didn't speak.

"Aren't you happy?" The little girl sat down next to me, holding my arm with her little hand. I don't like being touched by strangers, but I don't feel disgusted by the girl's soft palm. , I noticed a shallow crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist bone.

Seeing that I was still silent, she tilted her head in distress, "Then I'll give you a lollipop."

As he spoke, he took out a candy from his arms, pushed aside the candy wrapper, and handed it to my mouth, "Every time I'm unhappy, just eat a lollipop. My mother said I can't eat more." , this is my last one."

Maybe it was the girl's soft voice that softened me, or maybe it was her too bright smile that illuminated my hazy heart. I opened my mouth cooperatively and bit the lollipop, and the girl's smile became even sweeter.

"Thank you." I was a little slurred with candy in my mouth.

"Can you tell me why you're unhappy?" She didn't seem to flinch from my indifference.

I licked the lollipop, "My grandma passed away."

The girl nodded as if she was thinking about something, and she said after a while: "I have never met my grandma. Dad said that she died before I was born. You are much luckier than me."

There are stars and the sea in her big bright eyes.

"My mother said that people who die will become stars in the sky. In fact, they have always been with us, but in a different way." The girl tilted her head, as if she was a little puzzled, "Although I didn't understand mom if."

A great sadness welled up in my heart, my eye sockets suddenly became sour, and I couldn't help crying loudly.

The little girl was a little at a loss, but still wrapped my shoulders with her narrow arms, and put my head into her small arms like a little adult.

That embrace was not wide at all, but it was enough to warm people's hearts.

I cried for a long time in her arms.

The sweetness of the candy in my mouth and the venting after crying relieved the bitterness in my heart.

"I'm going home, you should go home early too." The little girl glanced at the darkening sky, gave me a sweet smile, and waved again.

Not long after, my parents took me abroad.

For many years since then, the girl's smile, embrace and star-like eyes have always been engraved in my mind.

I never saw her again.

It wasn't until I graduated from high school that I returned to China to study, and another year passed. On the reception day for freshmen, I saw those familiar eyes.

The girl wore a ponytail, carried a backpack, dragged a large suitcase, and held an admission notice and a map in her hand. She was looking around for something. Her steps were a little slow, as if hesitating and at a loss.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?" I greeted him, and the great ecstasy in my heart surged up, making the corners of my mouth unstoppable. I tried my best to calm myself down and opened my mouth with a smile.

She looked at me with a bit of timidity, which was very different from the lively and boldness of the past, and she also spoke very shyly: "The freshman registration office... how do I get there?"

She seemed to have no memory of the little things back then, including me.

"What's your major?" I was a little sad and puzzled by her different personality from before, so I asked seriously.

"economics."

"The registration office of your college is in front. I'll take you there." Out of selfishness, I didn't hand her over to the dean student who was with her college. I took her suitcase and caught a glimpse of the scar on her right wrist. The crescent-shaped scar, yes, it was her, the stone that was afraid of being mistaken finally fell to the ground.

"By the way, what's your name?" I finally asked what I didn't have time to ask back then.

"Su Qinghan." She replied softly, and then asked timidly, "What about you?"

"My name is Lin Mu." I stretched out my hand, feeling very grateful in my heart, "Nice to meet you."

Glad to have met you again.

Nice to meet you again.

"From now on, I'll call you Qing Han, okay?"

"Um……"

Then I helped her sign up, took her to the dormitory, and after packing up, I went to familiarize myself with the campus environment, and finally went to the cafeteria to eat.

With her thin and thin figure, she looked lonely and lonely in the crowd of parents and children, so every time she looked at me, there was some dependence and gratitude in her eyes.

Such a weak appearance makes people feel sorry.

My heart ached a little because of this look in my eyes, and I vaguely felt that something must have happened in these years to cause such an earth-shaking change in her temperament.

After that, we exchanged mobile phone numbers and WeChat IDs, and later she joined my department in the student union, and the days passed quickly in the familiarity of each other day by day.

After I got to know her well, I found out that her parents died in a car accident when she was six years old. Since then, she has been raised by her parents’ friend Uncle Zhou, who is also in charge of the family business. Uncle Zhou went abroad this year to develop his business. She asked the housekeeper to send her to school, but she rejected the housekeeper's kindness and came alone.

Hearing such a life experience, I felt very distressed, and felt a little guilty, regretting that I couldn't be by her side at that time.

One very ordinary evening, I wanted to go to her for dinner as usual, and knocked on the door of her dormitory. It wasn't her who was excited, but her roommate who opened the door. When I saw me, I felt a sigh of relief on my face. expression.

"Senior sister, you're finally here." My roommate led me inside, and the other two also had worried expressions on their faces, "Susu's stomach hurts since this afternoon, it's going to get worse, we'll send her to the hospital , she refuses to live or die, so you can persuade her."

Hearing this, my heart tightened, and I quickly walked to her bed, and saw her sweating profusely clutching her belly, the pity in my heart almost tore me apart, I really wished I could go there instead of her. live with that pain.

"I'll take you to the hospital." I carefully lifted her up, she seemed to feel my breath, she opened her foggy eyes, tremblingly put her head close to my arms, and murmured in a low voice: "It hurts... ..."

The pity in my heart was even worse, and my whole heart seemed to melt in her soft words with a crying voice.

"Let's go with you!" Her roommates also worriedly followed.

"No need, you still have classes later, please help her ask for leave, and leave the rest to me." The roommates also knew that I have a good relationship with her, so they agreed with confidence.

I took her medical insurance card and took her to the nearest hospital by taxi.

The doctor diagnosed acute appendicitis and needed surgery as soon as possible. Her family members were not here and the situation was urgent. I had to sign the consent form in my sister's name.

The moment before she was about to be pushed into the operating room, she was wearing a striped antiseptic gown, her pale face was tightly holding on to my sleeve, her eyes were full of fear, and she begged in a hoarse voice, "Don't go..."

I was so distressed that I was about to lose consciousness, so I had to comfort her face over and over again: "Don't be afraid, I won't go, I'm outside the operation, I will always be with you.

Only then did she feel relieved and slightly relaxed, but her frightened little eyes kept staring at me.

When she was pushed into the operating room, my heart beat violently. Grandma was pushed in the same way, and never came out again. car, even though I knew it was a minor safety operation.

After the operation, because of the anesthesia, she fell into a deep sleep. I was worried, and the fear of losing was still shaking in my heart. In the dark and quiet ward, I just stared at her closely, and passed half the night unconsciously. .

When it was dawn, I saw that she was still awake, so I went back to school to pack myself, asked my roommate to ask for leave, and stopped by her dormitory to get a change of clothes.

When I returned to the ward, I saw her sitting on the bed in a daze, crying silently.

My heart trembled, and I hurried over to hold her shoulder, "What's the matter? Has the anesthetic expired? Does it hurt? May I call the doctor?" I became incoherent in a panic.

But she stared at me blankly, listened to my question like a bead curtain, and suddenly cried even harder, and threw herself into my arms again, patted my arm with her right hand, and cried aggrievedly: " Where did you go, I thought even you left me...I'm so scared..."

I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard this, and caring about her wound, I just hugged her slightly, patted her on the back lightly, and coaxed her: "I went back to school to get you clothes, idiot, how could I leave you?" .”

After a long time, she stopped crying, looked at me with red and swollen eyes, like a little white rabbit, and asked with some uncertainty: "Really?"

"Of course it's true." Looking at her cute and well-behaved appearance, I patted her head, "I will take care of you until you recover."

Only then did she relax, she seemed to recall her crying gaffe just now, and she blushed a little shyly, but she was still in a good mood, and smiled sweetly at me.

I was in a daze.

It really looks like her when she was a child.

We gradually got along and got to know her more and more, and she became more and more like she was when she was a child. Perhaps the free and rich environment of the university nourished her and restored her nature. I saw that she was more lively than before and smiled more and more every day. , I feel sincerely happy, she should be like this, so carefree and happy.

However, as she became more outgoing and more...beautiful, her friends also increased. Apart from the weekly meetings in the department, I spent less and less time eating and spending time with her. You should be happy, right?Isn't it great that she has so many friends who like her and accompany her?

Why do I have an indescribable loss?

I treat her differently from other people. Regarding this point, I actually noticed it when she was sick. It was a feeling that seeing her suffer, I would suffer more than her.

I thought it was just a kind of sympathy, because of the fetters I had when I was a child, I was closer and more sympathetic to her than ordinary people, just like a relative.

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This chapter takes Lin Mu as No.1.