My family is the head teacher

The nurse walked through the door of the ward with the tray.

Lan Guan stood at the door of the ward, blocking half of his body to look in, and saw a person lying on the bed, whose face was just blocked by the nurse.

The nurse skillfully removed the dried vials from the shelf, and said, "I've never seen a man at this door. Is he your family member?"

"Probably not, only my parents will come and take care of me."

The voice reached Lan Guan's ears, making him feel trembling all over.This is the voice, I have been looking for this voice for nearly four years!

The figure on the bed moved, as if turning over with difficulty.At this moment the nurse bent down to pull out the needle from the hand of the person on the bed.

The moment the nurse bent down, Lan Guan's eyes met Hu Xueyong on the hospital bed.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still for a few seconds, and it seemed that a long, long time had passed.Hu Xueyong couldn't believe her eyes, she didn't know whether the person she saw was real or an illusion.

Lan Guan is the same, because apart from those eyes, Lan Guan can hardly see any shadow of Hu Xueyong from the person lying on his bed.

Is that really the same Hu Xueyong from college?That girl with picturesque eyebrows, every frown and smile is full of poetic charm?

What does Hu Xueyong look like at this moment, she is just lying on the hospital bed, lifeless.Her face was sallow and sallow, her cheeks were slightly sunken, and even though she was wearing a hat on her head, it could still be seen from her bald sideburns that her hair was gone, even her eyebrows were gone. Two shallow gray marks, sparse and pathetic.

The eye sockets are also sunken, but fortunately the shape of the eyes has not changed, which allows Lan Guan to see a little bit of Hu Xueyong's shadow from her body, of course only a little bit.

Probably because she was too thin, her nose appeared narrower and higher than before, but her lips were shriveled and pale.

The hands exposed outside the quilt are even more haggard.A thin layer of skin wrapped around her finger bones, and she didn't look at all like those onion-like hands back then.

Lan Guan could hardly stand still. If it wasn't for his shoulders leaning against the door frame, he was afraid that he would fall down and sit down at that moment.

Hu Xueyong's mouth was slightly opened, and the two rows of teeth were trembling slightly, making a slight clucking sound.

The nurse who changed her dressing looked up and saw Hu Xueyong's flustered reaction. She thought she was having a flare-up again, and pressed her shoulder: "What's wrong with you? Breathe! Don't move, I'm going to the doctor !"

As she said that, the nurse ran out of the door of the ward and hit the blue gate that blocked half of the door.

That collision made Lan Guan feel as if a heavy burden had hit him, and he even took two steps back.

Lan Guan's Adam's apple moved up and down, and finally a voice came out of his parched throat: "Xue Yong, is that you?"

Lan Guan's sensory system seemed to have failed, and he didn't know how long Hu Xueyong was silent at that time, how many seconds, maybe 5 minutes or half an hour.

Suddenly, Hu Xueyong let out a scream, and she grabbed the quilt of the hospital with her withered hands like ghost claws, and suddenly covered her head.

Lan Guan stumbled into the ward, stretched out his hand, trying to lift the quilt from Hu Xueyong's body, but he didn't have the courage after all.

Lan Guan sighed, put down his hand slowly, pulled the chair aside and sat beside Hu Xueyong.

There was a strange smell in the air. Although it didn't have the peculiar smell of disinfectant in the hospital, there was also an unpleasant smell of decay mixed in that smell of disinfectant.

And the source of that smell was Hu Xueyong who was wrapped in a quilt in front of him.

Lan Guan frowned tightly, raised his head slightly, and tried his best not to cry.

Lan Guan couldn't remember how many years he hadn't cried, but at this moment he couldn't help it.

The girl who was so pure and clean when she was in college has now turned into this.

For four years, Lan Guan couldn't imagine how she survived these four years, and Lan Guan didn't know how Hu Xueyong could accept that her dazzling self was eroded by the disease and eroded into the dilapidated body lying on the hospital bed. of the sick body.

"Xue Yong, I remember I said a long time ago that no matter what you become, my feelings for you will not change."

Hu Xueyong's sobbing sound passed through the thick quilt and came out from inside.

"Four years, Languan, four years. I thought I would never see you again in my life, but wouldn't that be better? You forgot that I told you before that I hope I can be like Su Small, like a cherry blossom, can wither at the most beautiful time, I don't want others to see me lingering, but you still see me like this."

Lan Guan really wants to tell Hu Xueyong that that is how she looks in other people's eyes, but in his own eyes she will always be the most beautiful.

But after thinking about it, Lan Guan knew Hu Xueyong's character, so she only felt that she was also comforting her.

So Lan Guan didn't say anything, just stretched his hand into Hu Xueyong's quilt, and then tightly held her hand that was gripping the corner of the quilt.

That hand had almost no flesh, only a thin layer of skin. No one would have guessed that it was the hand of a girl in her twenties.

Lan Guan seemed to feel that the life was being pulled out of the girl's body bit by bit.

"Four years ago, you said that you were reluctant to read the poem I wrote to you on the back of the photo. You see, really, because I found you Xue Yong. I have been looking for you these four years, It never stopped for a moment. You can read that poem, because I can write ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand sentences for you! You don’t have to be reluctant to read it anymore.”

Hu Xueyong sobbed louder, and the whole quilt was shaking.

"Is the photo always under your pillow?" Lan Guan asked tentatively.

Hu Xueyong didn't answer, Lan Guan gently put his hand under Hu Xueyong's pillow, and sure enough, he touched a piece of hard paper.

Lan Guan gently pulled out the paper, and the photos of Lan Guan and Hu Xueyong were still the same as they were four years ago.

Both of them smiled brightly. Even now, Lan Guan couldn't see that Hu Xueyong's smile on the photo had hidden such a great pain.

Lan Guan gently turned the photo over and asked, "Xue Yong, if you don't want to read it, I'll read it out for you."

"No!" Hu Xueyong pulled down the quilt, revealing her face.

The moment he saw Lan Guan, Hu Xueyong wanted to cover her face with his hands, but Lan Guan held her hand and handed the photo to Hu Xueyong.

Hu Xueyong's hands were trembling, and finally she rushed the back of the photo towards herself.

When she saw the familiar handwriting of Lan Guan on it, tears flowed out all at once, and the crystal tears slid across her dry and haggard skin.

"Passionateness does not change the color of the year, and the eternal heart holds the piano."