Wang Wangzhi, Minister Xiaojing, please stand at attention

I saw Keigo Atobe again half a year later.

Jingse Atobe has been here many times during these times, but Keigo Atobe has not been seen every time.

She was discharged from the hospital. On January [-]th, there was still heavy snow flying outside the window. In such bad weather, she kept shaking her head when entering Jiang Yichen wanted to be discharged from the hospital the next day. She really wanted to hurry up Go see her first snowfall since she was paralyzed.

Like a cloud of pure white snow.

Entering Jiang Weijin suddenly proposed to go out alone while entering Jiang Yichen was packing up. Sitting in a wheelchair, she had a stubborn look in her eyes. After being watched by her for more than ten minutes, Entering Jiang Yichen who had originally firmly disagreed. Finally he nodded helplessly, but Jiang Yichen, who was rejected even if he wanted to send her downstairs, was still worried.

Merius said she was recovering very well.

Turning the handles smaller than the wheels on both sides of the wheelchair, walked into the elevator to the first floor and walked out. As long as you enter through the side door of the hospital, you can see a large garden, just because it is snowing heavily today. There is nothing in the garden People, there are only a dozen red wintersweet plants that are particularly conspicuous in the white snow. It is said that it is to add a bit of warmth to the always white hospital - even in the distant country of England, red is also said to represent passion. color.

She looked up at the small plum blossoms on the wintersweet tree, with a smile on the corner of her mouth, which was beautiful but slightly desolate.

Such a small plum is like separating and opening in the snow just to find a touch of color that belongs to it. Maybe this is the goal of the little one's life. It strives to bloom so conspicuously, and its exclusive color shows its own It is proud.

Where is her color?

Seven months, one week and one day, 220 four days, less than a year, but it has passed so long.

Looking at the bloody red plums, she lowered her head slightly, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth: Since the day she knew she was paralyzed, she had either been expressionless, or had this expression, she had never cried, He didn't even shed a tear, and pinched his unconscious legs bitterly. He obviously didn't feel anything, but he still smiled wryly at himself: This is much more painful than being pricked by a rose thorn.

Is it the body that hurts or the heart?

Suddenly, as if remembering something, he suddenly raised his head and saw red plums scattered like stars.

Does this seem a lot like the color of a rose?It is the color of the unglamorous thing that Keigo Atobe calls a variant of the rose.

She looked at the snow that had stopped, because it was a garden and no one would come today, so there was no snow removal project here, and the wheels of the wheelchair started to fly away from the deep snow formed by Earl last night. Two slightly dark bars are left in the middle.

Irie Mijin pushed the round handle vigorously, which was a bit difficult for her. When she got under a wintersweet tree, she raised her hand hard, trying to pick a few red plums that were very dazzling in the snow. , trying to stretch his arms upwards, but still couldn't touch them because he was sitting in a wheelchair.

It's inconvenient to have no legs.She laughed at herself lightly.

Suddenly, a hand appeared in her fixed sight on the red plum plant, and she folded two red plums, rubbed her arm against her cheek, bent her elbow and placed the two red plums in front of her, " Ah well, not a gorgeous rose, want this?"