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Yancheng in August is cooler than in the south, but the dry heat in the air still makes many people feel uncomfortable.More than one cicada was clinging to the tree, and it kept barking hoarsely. When it got tired, it rested for a while, and continued to bark after it recovered its breath.Although air conditioners are turned on everywhere in the hospital, the temperature can't go up when there are too many people.

After getting the discharge permit, Shen He took the suitcase and was seen off by the nurses, and stepped out of the gate of the inpatient department.

The sunlight outside was very strong, Shen He raised his hand to cover the light above his head, squinted his eyes, and dragged his suitcase towards the gate of the hospital.There were several taxis parked at the door one by one, he called one at random, got on it and directly reported the name of Yancheng Medical College.

Yancheng Medical College is located at the foot of Beishan Mountain, and can send many medical talents to major hospitals every year.Song Lin's body was donated to this school.When he signed the body donation agreement, he personally ordered that the body be donated to the college after his death.In addition, some time ago, thanks to his manager, the recipients of his organ donation and the final whereabouts of his body were reported after his death. Of course, Shen He knew where to go to worship himself at this time.

"Young man, are you from the medical school? You come out of the hospital on a hot day and go back to school..."

Taxi drivers in Yancheng love to chatter. Shen He was sitting in the passenger seat. When he heard the driver next to him start talking, he cast his eyes out of the car window: "There is something wrong."

The driver saw that he didn't seem to like to talk much, so he didn't continue, and turned on the radio to listen to the program.

The radio host has a sweet voice, talking about the latest entertainment gossip.From the newly promoted actor Sheng Boyong, the host also talked about the plan of a certain crew to open the cast, and the driver uncle listened with great interest along the way.Shen He glanced back at him, the corner of his mouth couldn't help raising an arc, and turned his head to look out of the car window again.

According to the agreement, he should go home immediately after being discharged from the hospital.But the moment Shen He stepped out of the hospital gate, he suddenly changed his mind and wanted to go to a place to formally say goodbye to the old Song Lin.

The taxi did not stop at the entrance of the medical school, but stopped at the foot of the mountain at the north gate of the school according to Shen He's intention.Walking up the mountain road there is a cemetery, which is different from other cemeteries in that there stands a wall made of many stone tablets.The driver helped Shen He take out the suitcase from the trunk, glanced at the young man, and couldn't help asking: "It's not very convenient to take a taxi here, should I wait?"

Shen He declined the driver's kindness, turned around and dragged the suitcase to the cemetery.

Along the steps and stone roads of the cemetery, Shen He walked forward slowly, until he stood on the wall he was looking for, and finally stopped.

The monument has been scrubbed clean, and the names of those who have donated their organs or bodies in Yancheng so far are engraved on the wall beside it.Shen He found Song Lin's name there.

A person may have had countless honors and reputations before his life, but after death, he is nothing but a piece of soil.Even the name that can be engraved on the wall is not different from others.

No one would know that this Song Lin was once an actor.No one would know that this Song Lin was successfully resurrected because of a heart transplant.

Shen He reached out and touched the words "Song Lin" on the wall.The cold feeling under his fingertips clearly told him that all this started today and really passed away.What he has to do is not to dwell on the past and remember the past, but to stand up, beat people down, and stand back to the peak position under the spotlight.

This time, no one can move behind his back and try to step on him.

"...Do you really want to accept this script? I heard that the screenwriter of the other party is a newcomer. The risk is too great. You have just won the best actor, so you can't take risks..."

An anxious voice suddenly came from behind, talking as he walked, and seemed to be walking in this direction.Shen He turned his head and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

The two men who came down the steps walked one behind the other.The one who spoke looked worried, trying to persuade something.As for the man walking in the front, he looked serious and didn't look back: "I'll talk about the work when I go back, I want to..."

The man said, suddenly raised his head.Shen He's eyes met his inadvertently.

"Hello." The man spoke first, took a few steps with his long legs, and walked in front of Shen He in a few steps, "Are you a fan of Mr. Song?" When he spoke, his eyes stayed on Shen He at first. face, but the back quickly shifted elsewhere.

Shen He followed his gaze and looked back, his hand still resting on Song Lin's name.He suddenly withdrew his hand and nodded, "That's right."

Shen He knew this man.Just the day before the incident, he sat in the auditorium and watched the man walk up to the podium with his own eyes, and the award presenter held the "Best Actor" trophy.A few days ago in the hospital, even though his glasses fell off at the time, he could see clearly. It was this man who stretched out his hand to save him from being hit by a car.

This man is Sheng Boyong, the new actor.

Shen He first met Sheng Boyong in a movie he collaborated with before.For some special reasons, they had a short-term cooperative relationship.Song Lin was a few years older than Sheng Boyong. Back then, when he was cooperating in the film crew, he was treated as if he was the back wave of the entertainment industry.This man not only has a superior masculine appearance, but also has an almost innate talent.Song Lin knew at that time that Sheng Boyong would be his strong opponent, but that's how the entertainment industry is, if you don't advance, you will fall back. He didn't feel angry when he lost to Sheng Boyong.

However, to outsiders, even though they only had a cooperative relationship once, Song Lin and Sheng Boyong had already made a feud because of the actor at the film festival.

Therefore, Shen He was very surprised to meet Sheng Boyong here.Even when he saw Sheng Boyong repeatedly wiping the stele engraved with Song Lin's name, he was puzzled for a moment.

As if to answer Shen He's confusion, Sheng Boyong said in a low voice: "Mr. Song likes to be clean."

Yes, Song Lin likes to be clean.Drinking cups should be washed every day, and no one else is allowed to reuse the things they use, especially shoes, clothes, and water cups.

But Shen He didn't tell anyone about these habits except his manager and assistants.Even in front of Yan Ning, he didn't express any dissatisfaction because the other party drank from his teacup when he was lazy.

Looking at the tall man standing in front of him, Shen He frowned slightly, but did not ask the reason.He glanced at Sheng Boyong's manager who was following him, and without stopping, he dragged his suitcase and walked down the mountain.

Sheng Boyong didn't look back, he was still carefully wiping the dust on the stele.But in fact, the young man just now seemed to have wiped it all over, and Song Lin's name was as clean as the impression he gave.

"The young man just now looked familiar."

Sheng Boyong's manager, Ge Hui, turned around and saw that he was still rubbing the stele, and couldn't help but find a topic to draw the other person's attention back, "Do you still remember the name Shen He?"

The hand that repeatedly wiped the stele stopped moving.Sheng Boyong turned his head to look at Ge Hui. The latter thought carefully, then turned his head slightly to look at the stone steps extending down the mountain, as if he could still see the young man who came to meet his idol with his suitcase.

"The script "Heavenly Works" you accepted this time. When I won the competition, I saw a photo of the screenwriter. It seems to be this face, but it looks a little whiter. The name... is Shen He. The recipient of Song Lin's heart has the same name."

Sheng Boyong cast his eyes on the stone steps, but the young man standing in front of the stone tablet and stroking Song Lin's name with his fingers only had a thin back.In retrospect, there is only that very handsome face, and those clear eyes after the haze hidden under the lens.

Yuan Bo's home is on the second floor of a book bar in the university town.

Shen's mother and Shen's father got married early, but they didn't conceive a child for a long time. They finally conceived and gave birth, but they were diagnosed with congenital heart disease and left ventricle dysplasia. There was no other treatment except early heart transplantation. , even if they survive, they can only reach adulthood at most.For the sake of the child, the couple worked hard, watched their son create the first miracle, lived past the age of 20, and was admitted to university. I set up a family book club, on the one hand to make money to raise treatment expenses, and on the other hand, to take care of the children nearby.

"Why did you come back so late?" Shen's father was arranging the bookshelves, and Shen's mother was cashiering at the counter. When she heard the wind chime at the door, she looked up and saw Shen He dragging her luggage in, so she hurried over to pick it up.

Shen He looked at the few student-like boys and girls sitting sporadically in the small book bar, carrying their luggage casually to reduce the friction of the wheels: "Mom, where do we go upstairs?"

There are not many cases of amnesia after a successful heart transplant operation in the world.Experts outside the heart gathered together to compare various brain CT photos and Shen He's postoperative physiological response for several expert meetings, and finally came to the conclusion that his heart stopped beating several times during the operation, and his blood pressure If it is too low, it will lead to insufficient blood supply to the brain, causing symptoms of temporary amnesia.

Both Shen's father and Shen's mother accepted this explanation.So when she heard that her son didn't remember where he went upstairs, Mother Shen was not surprised at all, she hurriedly asked Father Shen to keep an eye on the store, and took her son to the second floor.

From the book bar on the first floor to the apartment on the second floor, there is only a very narrow staircase, which is only as wide as one person, and every time you walk up a step, there will be creaking noises.

Shen He was already mentally prepared, but seeing the picture of Shen's mother opening the door, his heart still sank suddenly.

Heart transplantation is not a minor operation, and it is a heavy burden for the Shen family, so they will definitely save what can be saved.This includes the conditions of accommodation.

This house only has two bedrooms, one living room, one kitchen and one bathroom. Each room is not big, but it is tidy.Especially Shen He's room is the largest one here, from the bed to the bookcase to the table full of things, everything is neatly organized.

Looking at all this, Shen He felt that the Shen family couple's careful care of their son made people feel distressed.He put down the suitcase, turned around and hugged Shen's mother for the first time: "Mom, you and Dad have worked hard in the past. It will be fine in the future, and it will get better."