In fact, I never thought that I would end this extremely hasty but extremely empty life in such a way.
Calm down, in fact, occasionally I have guessed how long I can live, and I have also imagined how tragic my final ending will be-but in the final analysis, I did not expect the nightmare to come so quickly.
Its appearance completely shattered my originally fragmented dreams. Apart from sadness and annoyance, what is more is the incomparable nostalgia and regret for this life.
To this day, even though I am still sitting in the cold drink shop drinking juice and smiling at Xiaoyu¡¯s warm greeting, all of this seems so pale¡ªshould I blame Meng Ziyue? Blame her for telling me such bad news in advance?
I don't have any reason, in fact, I have been mentally prepared for it from the day I vomited blood, or from the time I handed the x-ray to her.
Everything that happened during these days was like a joke made by God. When I just thought that I had developed and was waiting to be a leader, all kinds of bad things came to me by coincidence. When setbacks came again and again, and misfortunes never come singly, I even wondered whether the value of life is really equal, and what roles do we play in the big net of fate? main character? supporting role? Or those who just got on stage to get a box lunch
There is nothing in this world that is more fragile than human beings. It is because we have thoughts that we know how to fear, cherish and regret.
When Meng Ziyue asked me what other wishes I had, my mind seemed to go blank at that moment, and I had nothing, but in the past few seconds, all kinds of thoughts rushed into my mind like a raging flood. But I can't tell why. After thinking about it for a while, I can only tell her the things hidden in my heart, and I also look forward to it. If she really hasn't forgotten me in the future, please help me fulfill the remaining little wish.
I began to try to forget the coming serious illness, but as time went by and the pain increased, I finally discovered one thing, no matter what the situation, escaping is the most cowardly way to admit defeat. The loneliness after returning home again and again, tears alone, looking at a familiar place, and there is always a trace of inexplicable grief and anger gushing from the bottom of my heart to the corner of my eyes.
Time is a good medicine to smooth out all pain, I know, what I have to do now is not to forget, but other more meaningful things.
I want to live a good life, because the dream is not dead, and the youth is not old (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com