[Net King] Letter from Sanyuan

"Only when a person has really experienced it can he say those comforting words of responsibility to those who have similar experiences. I have often felt that Brother Cun would feel lonely because of tennis during his hospitalization, and I also feel lonely for Brother Cun I had many thoughts about my illness, and when I was lying on the hospital bed and unable to walk normally for a long time, I found that the words I said that I thought were comforting or encouraging were actually so pale.

Without that feeling, you will never know whether the comfort you thought would bring more harm to the other party.Now, I can no longer say those words without any burden like before. It’s not that I don’t want to, but I don’t take it for granted to put my own thinking on other people’s thoughts.

The days in the hospital are really boring and a bit lonely. Except for the closest parents, only the lovers will visit the hospital every day, so basically they are all alone to pass the time.At this time, I was extremely grateful for my decision to study painting, which made me spend countless days and nights.

By yourself, how many times did the tennis club visit the doctor during the half a year that Brother Cun was hospitalized?Everyone has their own circle of life and plans for time, not to mention tennis training, the time they can allocate is probably limited.However, Brother Cun, who has such a blank period, can still communicate with the members of the tennis club without barriers when he returns to the court.I think it is probably because Brother Cun spent all his time in the hospital on the theory of tennis.

Suddenly, I thought of those middle and high school classmates who played well in the past. At that time, I naively thought that how could the friendship between each other be alienated because of a distance?The sad thing is that it has only been a few months since I entered the university, and the text messages and online communication between each other are only the group greetings during the festival, or I need some relief from my friends when something really happens.

In fact, those feelings are still there, but there is no common circle, and the rhythm and goals of life are different. It is difficult to lead to a steady stream of topics with a simple sentence as before.Therefore, in order to avoid the embarrassment of being speechless, we can only reduce communication.Over time, those feelings will naturally be consumed slowly.And friends who can stay under the test of time and distance are especially precious.

I am very fortunate to have the love of those few friends, because my character is not so enthusiastic in the third dimension, and I am always more passive when getting along with others, but they are willing to tolerate my passivity.I can't help but think of my friends' comments about me, saying that they saw my name, and I lived up to my name—Qingxia, Qinghe's early summer. "

In Qingxia, Yukimura Seiichi silently recited the name, and slowly, a smile came into his eyes.Finally, I knew the other party's name.

Qinghe Chuxia can be described like this, she should be a girl who makes people feel comfortable getting along.Yukimura Seiichi reached out and took down the drawing book on the table, just like the other party's writing, it always seemed to make people feel relaxed.

Thinking of the hospitalization mentioned in the letter again, Seiichi Yukimura frowned. There should be no problem with Kiyoka's injury.Immediately, she chuckled lightly, judging from the tone of her letter, it should be a leg injury like a fracture, how could it be so coincidental for Qingxia to encounter a disease like his with so many illnesses?

However, the days in the hospital were indeed a bit lonely as Qing Xia said.Seiichi Yukimura took up a pen and drew the most familiar courts in the drawing book. He read all the tennis magazines he could read several times, and he had to wait for Sanada and the others to come to see the new issue before they could see it.The rest is probably only the painting that can still be used now.

Sometimes, Yukimura Seichi also thought about doing some volunteer work in the hospital to pass the time, but this decision was not only not allowed by his attending physician, but also his body did not allow him to exercise too much.Thinking of the current restrictions on many behaviors, the point of the yellow ball in the drawing book was moved from the original racket to the ground.

Still wanting to get the racket, Seiichi Yukimura put down his drawing book and got off the bed.Out of the corridor, there were only a few patients walking around. Yukimura Seiichi walked aimlessly, his eyes fell on the faces of those patients, and what he saw were expressions of joy, worry or relief. Some of the gloom that had arisen in my heart gradually disappeared.

"Sister Ando, ​​the story you told last time is very nice, tell us a story today." Suddenly hearing the coquettish voice from the lawn, Seiichi Yukimura subconsciously looked over, followed by Li Haida's uniform fell into view.

Seeing the students from the same school, Yukimura Seiichi stopped in his tracks, and the girl's unique soft voice rang out unhurriedly.It was a familiar fairy tale, but it was told by a girl, which made people want to listen to it a little more.Looking to the other side, several six or seven-year-old children sat around the girl, each listening intently.

"Ah, Brother Seichi!" The child who was familiar with Yukimura Seiki immediately stood up and waved to him when he saw him appear, "Brother Seichi, Sister Ando is telling us a story, you should come here too. Brother Seiki The story told is also great." The last sentence, the little boy said to his companions, with a hint of pride in his expression.

Capturing this pride, Yukimura Seiichi smiled and walked over, only to find that the girl with her back to him was the one she met in the library.Smiling at the other party, Yukimura Seiichi sat next to the little boy who invited him.

"Sister Ando, ​​why don't you continue?" The children who were still waiting for the continuation of the story saw Ando Qingxia's long pause, and couldn't help urging.

After hearing this, Kiyoka Ando came back to his senses in a panic, but his gaze far away from the direction that Yukimura Seiichi could see.Sensing this, Yukimura Seichi said apologetically, "Did I interrupt you? If it's inconvenient, why don't I say something?"

"No, no need." Ando Qingxia returned quickly, and felt that his tone was too dry, and wanted to turn around to express his apology to the other party, but he seemed to think of something to hold back. "I can, thank you."

It didn't take long for Kiyoka Ando's voice to return to the calmness that Yukimura Seiichi had heard before.Hearing that Ando Kiyoka had added his own fabricated plot into the story, Yukimura Seiichi glanced at her in surprise, and the person being watched was raising his head and stroking the head of the little girl who was sitting on her body.

At this time, the warm sunshine fell on the two of them, Yukimura Seiichi looked at this picture, and suddenly thought of Qingxia who only saw the words but could not see the person.If Qing Xia stood in front of him one day, would he be shown such a picture that would make him feel very warm just by looking at it?

Really, looking forward to that day.

The author has something to say: Have you felt any emotional changes towards Brother Cun in the email?

Then continue to thank the local tyrants for their landmines, hug me (づ￣3￣)づ╭?~ Still not very good at showing off the cute way of thanking←←

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