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13.

I cook for Xie Tian in different ways every day, but he is still getting thinner and paler.He gradually didn't want to go out, so I had to teach him how to draw at home, and then take him out for a walk in the name of sketching.He likes watercolor, and likes the feeling of the color blending into the water and fading on the paper.

Life is very ordinary, the sun rises and sets, the seasons change, and two years have passed in the blink of an eye.In late autumn, I took Xie Tian to sketch, the autumn was just right, and the maple leaves all over the mountain were full of red.Thank goodness he scratched his arm somewhere, it was deep, and the blood seeped into his sleeve.

I stepped forward to take a look, but just as I stretched out my hand, he took a few steps back and put his hands behind his back.

I shivered.

Even if I can convince myself of some things, the reality will tear those innocence to pieces.Just like I have always only regarded Xie Tian as an ordinary child, but he is sick, just pay more attention.

Xie Tian said, "My blood...don't touch it."

The outstretched hand froze in the air, unable to let it go.

Turns out he wasn't after all.

I always feel that AIDS is nothing.What can there be?Xie Tian can't talk, laugh, run and jump.He... is obviously the same as us.

At this moment, I called Xie Tian's name and said, "It's okay, come here... I just want to bandage you up."

He didn't move.

After a long time, I heard him approaching, the wind blowing the leaves and falling: "Brother, I'm sorry."

I grabbed his hand and wanted to smile at him, but when I opened the corner of my mouth, I was so choked up that I couldn't make a sound. In front of Xie Tian, ​​I knelt down and couldn't hold back my tears.

What he really has is despair flowing in his blood.

A year ago, the doctor told me that Xie Tian's illness had entered the onset stage, and the medicine could stabilize the condition, but his health was too poor, so no one could say for sure.

The doctor said that Xie Tian's illness was rooted in his heart and he had to rely on himself.

Zheng Lin and I tried our best to make him happy. We saw that he was smiling, but his eyes were tired.

Very early on, I knew that Xie Tian had a door in his heart. Outside the door was the world, and inside the door was a sapling, which was the shadow of inferiority that he had buried in his bones since he was a child.Zheng Lin and I pushed the door open step by step, but now we finally walked in the door, only to see that the sapling had taken root and sprouted in this society, and the dense branches could no longer penetrate the sunlight.