After being confessed by the paranoid school grass

No matter how sad you were, how sad you were, how sad you were, the sun will rise tomorrow, and we must try to continue to survive.

The time in high school is calculated on a daily basis, with full plans every day, and a tense and fulfilling life in the test papers one after another; the life in college is calculated on a yearly basis, with eyes closed for a while, one year It's over.

When the school season started in March, Si Lang boarded the plane to Tsing Zhi Hua, while Liu Yao stayed in the white ward forever.

Slang studied the same clinical medicine as Scomman, and got the first place in his major in the final exam of his freshman year.

But I couldn't be happy in my heart.Lonely, so lonely.

It’s still the same home, the same room, every morning after getting up, the surrounding space is empty, and when eating breakfast, I always unconsciously share it with two people. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night and find no one around me, and even call out his name in a low voice. .

Si Lang leaned against the head of the bed, pulled the quilt over his chin to cover half of his face, and let the tears wet the bed cover.The silent night is like a bottomless black hole, endless falling, losing center of gravity, struggling in vain.Si Lang had never been so afraid of the night before.

Year after year, freshmen come one after another, and Si Lang has become that outstanding and unattainable senior in other people's mouths.

In the sports games over the years, the director of the sports department of the college would personally invite Si Lang to participate in the sports games to win glory for the college. He agreed, but his grades were getting worse every year.

It's not that his physical strength has declined, but that the boy who was able to stand shoulder to shoulder with him that year can no longer dance with him in the wind. gone.

Every step I take is a kind of guilt, a luxury, and a guilt.

Si Lang spends a lot of time learning professional knowledge. There are often books on brain nerves piled up on the desk one after another. The desk lamp that is still on in the early morning helps him drive away the loneliness of the night.

Four years later, Si Lang successfully graduated and obtained a postgraduate qualification from a world-renowned medical school abroad.

The direction of his efforts is the restoration of clinical cranial nerves.

I'm not sitting still, I'm going to be your miracle.

While the fatality rate is 90.00 percent nine, let me be that one percent.

For four years in college, you were absent for three years.

The two years of graduate school, the two years I spent in a foreign country, and the two years that are the farthest from you.

Every day, I conduct research on medical models one by one, constantly analyze cases, do countless experiments, and think of countless ways to do business.

For the day when you can open your eyes again, I did everything to the extreme.

Silang is a doctor, but he is also a hopeless patient.

Wearing surgical gowns, he is a holy doctor who brought the dead back to life at the operating table; wearing holy white clothes, he is a devout believer in a solemn church.

For you, I can pray thousands of times. For you, I can practice and accumulate case analysis for several years.No one in the world has the guts to do brain surgery. The survival rate is [-] percent, and no family member of the patient is willing to take the risk.

In order to increase this one percent probability, Silang spent eight years.

Eight years, three thousand days and nights.

Silang has become a world-renowned clinical medical expert, and has his own unique cognition and methods in brain nerve repair.

This young doctor of medicine spent the most flamboyant, unrestrained and gorgeous youth of his life in a small laboratory.

That laboratory is full of brain slices, and on that clean bench, he has dissected countless brains, and there are countless brain samples nourished in formalin.

Eight years, hundreds of millions of practice sessions, I can know the position of every nerve and the direction of every line with my eyes closed. The frequency is almost zero, which is comparable to the existence of machines.

Restoring the brain nerves is like doing surgery in egg custard. If there is a slight mistake, the damage to the brain tissue will bring unimaginable consequences.

And Si Lang spent eight years training himself as a devil, like a man who aspired to become a general since he was a child, the hardships he has endured, the blood and tears shed, are beyond the reach of ordinary people.

This year, Liu Yao was 27 years old and Si Lang was 28 years old.

In the early summer of April, Si Lang was wearing a white coat and stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows with his hands behind his back, overlooking the mountains. The lush mountains were exuding vitality in the breeze.

Si Lang looked out of the window with tender eyes, his eyes were narrower and longer than before, and there was more tenacity and determination in his eyes.The lines on his face were sharper, and the higher bridge of his nose made Si Lang look much more mature.

"Hello? I heard that you plan to return to China?" Si Lang's mentor called Si Lang.

"Yes, the flight tomorrow morning." Si Lang gently brushed back his golden hair with one hand.

"Have you thought about it?"

"Think it over." There was no trace of hesitation in Si Lang's tone.

It has been eight years, and Si Lang has been here for eight full years, far away from his relatives, and honed himself for eight full years in an unfamiliar place.The yearning that grew stronger day by day almost overwhelmed Si Lang.Occasionally he would receive photos from Scomman, and Slang would zoom in on every corner and every detail, and read the photos over and over again.

Liu Yao has lost a lot of weight than before. Although he is doing rehabilitation on time, his muscles are still a lot looser. His eyes are still tightly closed as they were eight years ago, and his eyelashes have grown a little longer, forming a dense circle under his eyes. shadow.The boy's face was still so quiet and clear.

"It's time to get up, you've slept too long."

Aunt Zhao is responsible for taking care of all aspects of Liu Yao's life every day, Yin Yu is in charge of Liu Yao's safety, and the butler is responsible for handling Liu Zhengze's market in China.

Shengyuan took over Liu Zhengze's overseas market and almost tripled the capital of the Liu consortium in the past eight years.

At this moment, Liu Yao is in Yunlu City, researching new charity projects every day.When I have nothing to do during the day, I go to sit in front of Su Xiaoqing's grave and talk to Xiaoqing.Tell her that he dreamed of Xiaoqing again last night, and they were very happy in the dream.

Sconman cooperates with Slang in China to develop tools specially suitable for brain surgery. Traditional scalpels are still not fine enough for the brain. He specially developed a nanoscale scalpel, which has achieved significant improvement in clinical trials. .

At six o'clock in the evening, a plane from France landed steadily at Haicheng Airport.

After eight years, the old city, new people.

With the determination to create miracles, he set foot on the hometown where his lover slept.

"I am back."

"Welcome home." Si Lang was driven home by Scomman. The father and son met again after eight years. With their inner expectations, they hugged each other and revisited the time.

Scomman lost a lot of weight, and the corners of his eyes drooped slightly.Si Lang could clearly feel that Scomman was getting old.During the days when Si Lang was away, Scomman took on the task of attending Liu Yao, and Liu Yao, who was supposed to be Skangman's prospective son-in-law, was taken care of by Skangman in every possible way.

When others go to eat, he uses ultraviolet light to illuminate Liu Yao's bed sheets to prevent bedsores; when others come home from work, he puts Liu Yao on the machine for leg rehabilitation; Fluid in the ureter, wipe Liu Yao's body with a towel.

The son is working hard in his own way, and as a father, he also makes his own contribution to the son's beloved.

Let Dad also do his part. If you are not around, let Dad help you protect.

It could not be better.

Sconman and Li Na have always been gentle and understanding parents.

What a blessing it is for children to be considerate.

When Si Lang was in junior high school, his classmate said to him: "Wow! Si Lang, you can try cosplaying! You don't need to modify your face and pupils! You will definitely restore the character!"

For Silang's inherently advantageous appearance, coupled with a pair of straight long legs, it is very advantageous for the cosplay of some foreign characters.

Driven by the students around him, Si Lang gradually became interested in cosplay, and gradually began to go to comic exhibitions with his classmates, help them take pictures, and finally planned to join this circle by himself.

"I'm so tired." Si Lang and his classmates just finished visiting the comic exhibition on the weekend, and they were sitting on the steps outside to enjoy the air.

Everyone had lollipops given to them during stamp collection in their pockets, sitting in a row with their mouths in their mouths, and were discussing what role to play next time, when suddenly a pair of parents with their children walked by in front of them.

"Mom! What are they doing?"

"Don't imitate them, look at the strange costumes they wear, and the painted faces look like ghosts, if you break your legs like this in the future!"

The irritable old mother dragged the child away cursing.The faces of a row of people are ugly.

"You don't have to like it, you don't have to understand it, if you're not in the same circle, don't force it, don't watch it if you don't like it, well water doesn't violate river water, why bother to insult you?" The little girl sitting next to Si Lang said no. Convinced, he whispered.

"Si Lang, will your parents agree to let you play with us?" the little girl asked worriedly.

"It should be. My parents are more open-minded."

At dinner that night, Si Lang told Scomman and Li Na that he wanted to join the cosplay circle.

"Dad may be a little out of date. Dad doesn't know what it is yet. May I ask Dad to go online to find out?" Scomman patted Si Lang's head, and he and Li Na got together in front of the computer to check a lot of information.

After half an hour.

"I think this is pretty fun. It must be very cool to put on the same costume as the one in the anime and replace your own character!" Si Kangman sat on the sofa and looked at Si Lang with his eyes squinted. very gentle.

"But Dad has never participated in this kind of circle. Dad can help you take pictures, make props for you, and let Mom make up and buy clothes for you, okay?"

good.It couldn't be better.

Shiro raised his head and looked at Scomman in front of him, his brows were curved, as if he had returned to that night, the considerate Scomman smiled and supported every decision he made.

Then it was, and it is now.

"Dad, thank you."

Scomman's hand holding the vegetables froze for a moment in the air, and smiled as he put the ribs into Slang's bowl.

"You two, why don't you thank me." Some tears in the eyes floated under the shadow of the lamp, shining brightly, just like the water mist dissipating in the sun, reflecting a beautiful rainbow.

On the first night after returning home, he seemed to be tossing and turning, and there was still a gift from Liu Yao on his 19th birthday hanging on the wall.

The roses are in full bloom, and the house is full of fragrance.

"I give you the memory of a yellow rose I saw one evening many years before you were born."

I use the yellow rose you gave me to conjure a miracle.