Chapter 80 leisurely leisurely (2)

From the beginning of chemotherapy, Xiaoyun kept calling me, and I gradually became addicted to it and couldn't extricate myself.As my birthday on April 10 approached, the students in the class took a video, and everyone said a few words in front of the camera.Everyone was talking about coming back soon and waiting for you, but Xiaoyun stood up, pondered for a long time, and said softly: "I'll call you tonight, let's talk on the phone." The whole class was shocked. I can't stop laughing.Most of the students in the class came the day before my birthday, and the usually quiet International Department of the China-Japan Friendship Hospital was suddenly full of people

, everyone wore a Little Red Riding Hood with my name embroidered on it, and my father took pictures of this scene, and took a picture of Xiaoyun looking around for a while more "understanding".After the excitement, I told my mother and aunt that Xiaoyun’s eyes were very unusual when he left. They said, “None of us can see anything unusual, but you can tell.” Many people called to congratulate her on her birthday, including Sissy and her Classmate Xiaoyi, Xiaoyi played the piano and sang for me on the phone.Their singing skills are top-notch.Such a beautiful birthday! Du'er, the daughter of my mother's friend Uncle Deng, was born as an elf. She looks like a character in a Japanese manga, with big eyes, petite and very smart.Not long after my birthday, my whole family also came to visit. During the period, she hugged me for a photo, and even kissed me. This kind hug and kiss didn’t matter, the story between me and the girl had just begun.Xiaoyun lives in the school, and often "meets the voice" with me in the evening self-study, it was about 9 o'clock at that time. On April 18th, I was influenced by Xu Zhimo sending a package of flowers to a friend from West Lake, and my mother and I ran to the beautiful back garden of the hospital to pick up the petals that fell from the tree, filled a chocolate jar, and attached a letter. It's been a long time since I wrote, but when I suddenly write, it looks a lot better.The letter said: Xiaoyun, Lulu,

I haven't written for many days, and my hands are not used to it. These days, I am dripping with my right hand every day.I even doubt whether the blood flowing in the body is human blood.But I still have some joy and pride to have such a legendary experience.In the future, I will say to you proudly: "I take more drips than you drink." Recently, I can really breathe the breath of spring and my heartbeat.Every time outside the window, the red is fading and the red is blowing everywhere, I really like the fallen flowers all over the garden, especially the snow-white unknown flowers blooming outside the window. They were originally bright red, and they will soon die with the wind.I'm really intoxicated by its beauty.I intend to give it to the girls in the class.But I feel that the only people who can understand my feelings are you two.Today I fold flowers to express my affection, and choose words to pay attention.May you all see the view from my ward window as I do.In this way, I seem to see your fancy smiles.

Please call me when you get the letter. Ziyou Sunday, April 18, 2004 at 6:00 pm That night, the recipients, Xiaoyun and Lulu, called me. They were both boarding students. When they called, the lights were about to be turned off, and they hadn’t finished brushing their teeth, washing their faces, etc., so they took turns calling. Talking to me, the other one ran to brush his teeth and wash his face, and then hurriedly came over covered in water to take over from the previous one to talk to me. It was like a relay until the lights turned off and they couldn't see their fingers.On the phone, I told Lulu that she was starting to lose her hair. She said don't shave it yet, and wait for them to come to see me. I replied, "Waiting for you, waiting for you to pull it out."

April 23 should be a Friday. Xiaoyun called during dinner. I told her to eat first and talk after dinner. After a while, she called again. I either lay on the bed or sat up. Or standing, anyway, an action represents a mood.I asked her to close her eyes (I don't know if she closed them), and recited "When You Are Old" to her. Somehow, I read it once and recited it. It is the only one I can recite Poetry, maybe I like its translation! "How many people loved you when you were young and beautiful / True and false loves are only seduced by your beauty. / Only one person loves your young and holy heart, and also loves the painful face when you are old Grooves." Now I can easily write this poem silently again. The poem is like the time, but the people are like the time? The past is far away, and it will never return. On April 21, I just finished writing the poem "Fairy Tale Room", and the teacher read it to everyone in the class.So I asked Xiaoyun on the phone: "Do you know which line in the poem I gave you?"

Xiaoyun smiled and said that sentence, but she still remembered it exactly. "The phone is the love that pours out its voice." I advised her to read it if she had time, and she said yes, would it be okay to read it once a day.I thought to myself, in what life will I have to read this? I said: "When you finish reading, we can play games with the words in it. I am the 'sorrowful and sick body', and you are the 'beauty of the country and the city' .”