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The early morning sunlight shines through the curtains into this ordinary ward, like a pair of gentle hands caressing these people who are suffering from illness.

As the woman in bed No. 2 screamed, the girl woke up sensitively, raised her head reflexively, and looked at the woman eagerly.

The woman on the hospital bed is the girl's mother. Even under the torture of the disease, the sleeping woman still maintains a graceful demeanor. Only such a mother can raise such a dazzling daughter.

The mother didn't seem to wake up, but the look of pain between her eyebrows seemed to be getting heavier and heavier. The girl saw it in her eyes and felt anxious in her heart. She knew that her mother was about to wake up. Every morning, her mother was in pain.

When she woke up, looking at her mother's increasingly pale face, the corners of the girl's eyes gradually became moist.

She stood up, poured some warm water, moistened the towel with a towel, and gently wiped the sweat from the woman's forehead and temples.

"Chang'er!" The woman opened her eyes. She had been sleeping very lightly since three years ago. She was worried about her heart and could not sleep peacefully. Now that leukemia complications have broken out, she lacks sleep. She falls asleep in pain every day, and then

After waking up in pain, the woman felt guilty as she looked at her daughter's tired look, bloodshot eyes, and thinner cheeks.

She was worried about something in her heart, and she was reluctant to leave this world. Since her son left without saying goodbye three years ago, her heart had never been at peace, and the family had also lost the joy and laughter of the past.

The daughter is very sensible. The woman knew that she also missed her brother, but she never mentioned it. She just held a photo of her son in the dead of night and quietly wiped away her tears. In three years and more than a thousand days and nights, her daughter was

Her most caring little cotton-padded jacket is now in front of her and behind her, never leaving her. She even passed the college entrance examination this year.

"Mom, does it still hurt?" The girl named Chang'er had a sad look on her face and her eyes were filled with distress.

"It doesn't hurt. With Chang'er by my side, mom has no regrets." The woman lovingly stretched out her hand to stroke her daughter's hair, and said with a strong smile: "Our Chang'er is so beautiful. I don't know who will be cheaper in the future. I really can't bear to part with you."

!" The woman's tone was full of melancholy. She didn't know whether she was reluctant to let her daughter get married or to leave this world.

"Mom, if I don't marry, I will stay with you all my life. You will get better, you will. When the time comes, when my brother comes back, our family will be together." The girl gently threw herself into her mother's arms and said softly.

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"Hey, I don't know where your brother has been. It's been three years..." the woman murmured in a confused tone. Mother's love is natural. Her son left without saying goodbye. She originally thought it was because she couldn't bear the shock of her husband's death, but

Later, I discovered that my son couldn't get through on the phone. I went to school and found out that my son had actually joined the army.

When they found the unit, their son had finished his recruit training. The company only knew that one of the units wanted to leave his son, but they didn't know which one. It had been three years now and they didn't know if he was doing well or not.

"Don't worry, Mom, brother will definitely come back, for sure." The girl said firmly. Only she heard the last two words, and only she knew how unsure she was.

Her brother, the brother who held her in his hands for fear of falling and held her in his mouth for fear of melting, the best brother in the world would ignore them and leave. The girl firmly believed that it was just whether she was really like this in her heart.

Confidence, only she knows.

"Mom, I'll get you a pot of water." Seeing her mother lost in memories, the girl said softly.

Walking out of the inpatient ward, the girl breathed heavily. She was only a nineteen-year-old child. In the past three years, her father passed away and her brother left without saying goodbye. The whole family was so torn apart. She wanted to cry loudly.

But she couldn't. Ever since her brother left, her mother's spirit was getting worse day by day. She could only force a smile every day to make her mother feel as comfortable as possible. This was the only thing she could do.

"Brother, where are you? Chang'er misses you so much, and mom misses you too. Mom is sick, and Chang'er can't hold on any longer!" The girl stood there, tears flowing down uncontrollably. The originally ethereal person,

At this time, it is like a flower shivering in the wind and rain. As long as you exert a little more force, it will wither and make people feel sorry for you.

The girl also had resentment in her heart. She wanted to ask her brother personally why he left, why he never came back, and why he didn't see them when he came back.

The girl guessed that her brother had come back. Before her mother got sick, one hundred thousand yuan suddenly appeared in her mother's account. They didn't know who had remitted it, but the girl had an intuition that it must have been remitted by her brother. There was no reason, she was just convinced. If it hadn't been for this one hundred thousand yuan

, maybe my mother is in a worse situation than she is now.

It's just that he is back, why should he avoid them, why!

After wiping away her tears, the girl walked to the hospital cafeteria, bought a steamed bun, drank the warm water brought from the hospital, and ate quietly. She had to eat. Only when she was full could she have the strength to take care of her mother.

During this period, the girl has undergone an amazing transformation. She is more sensible and mature than before, and she also understands what it means to be thrifty and cherish.

Momo is a northern food. It is actually a big lump made of flour. It is solid. This kind of thing is not eaten in the south. It is hard, dry and tasteless, but it is cheap, only 50 cents a piece, and it is enough. Girls eat it every day.

One steamed bun can last for most of the day.

While she was quietly dealing with the big bump, the topic discussed by a pair of boys who looked like college students next to her completely caught her attention.

"Xiaojie was really scared to death this time. Yesterday, he suddenly had a stomachache. He broke out in a cold sweat and couldn't stop it. He rolled directly from the bed to the floor, screaming that his stomach hurt. It was so thrilling."

"Yes, I was in the dormitory next door at the time. I ran over when I heard the sound. His face was pale at the time, with no blood at all. Fortunately, it was found out that it was just acute appendicitis, and he was fine after surgery."

"Well, I went to see him after breakfast. This kid wants to treat us to a meal when he gets better. I carried him hundreds of meters on my back, and I'm paralyzed from exhaustion!"

"Haha, this is a must. By the way, did you watch yesterday's "Avenue of Stars"? It was so exciting. Beijing Satellite TV did something extraordinary this time."

"Of course I watched it. Bi Xia among them is so handsome. I have listened to all his songs. They are classics among classics!"

"It goes without saying, otherwise the outside world wouldn't think so highly of him. I feel like crying several times when I listen to his songs. He is definitely a genius to be able to sing rock music like this."

When the girl heard their name Bi Xia, her expression paused and her heartbeat suddenly accelerated. Is it her brother?

At this time, the two people next to them continued to discuss.

"It goes without saying that Bi Xia is still a student at the film school and may be a director in the future. If he can write a novel like "The Fake Hero", his movie storytelling must be great."

"I also watched "The Fake Hero", it's super classic"

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Yes, it must be her brother, it must be. When they heard that Bi Xia was still a student at the Kyoto Film Academy, the girl became more and more nervous. After three years, there was finally news about her brother who had disappeared for three years.

And they also talked about writing novels, which made her even more sure. Her brother has been good at things since he was a child, such as music and painting. He inherited the knowledge from his father and mother, and he likes to tell stories since he was a child, and she is

What I like most is sitting in his arms and listening to his brother telling stories.

In fact, if Bi Xia had not received the memory from another world, it is still unknown whether he would have written a book, but it is a pity that the girl did not know.

After hearing this, the girl had no patience to listen anymore. She hurriedly ran out of the hospital, went to an Internet cafe, paid for a machine, and directly searched for the word "Bixia".

Rows of information about Bi Xia popped up on the computer screen. When she saw a photo of Bi Xia standing on the stage with her eyes open but dim and absent-minded, her head slightly raised, as if praying or something, the girl

Her tears couldn't stop flowing down, and she sobbed softly.

Finally there is news about my brother!

After that, she ordered four songs sung by Bi Xia. She heard the painful cries of being trapped in "Free Like a Dream", heard the deep murmur of homesickness and longing for her family in "Hometown", and heard the "Spring".

"In", the dust that was cut by a knife and whitewashed into memories by time, and hearing the desperate introspective questions in "Existence", the girl gradually burst into tears.

She understood Bi Xia, the confusion and contradiction in her brother's heart, and her despair and longing.

Brother, wait for me and I will come to you! The girl raised her head with a determined look on her face.

(Today, I saw a book review from a friend who asked Zhihuan to write more chapters. I feel ashamed. It’s not that I don’t want to write more chapters. It’s just that I’m really powerless. It’s past nine o’clock when I get home from work every day. I took a shower, started writing, and uploaded everything.

Things after two o'clock. I have to get up at seven o'clock the next day, and I really don't dare to stay up late. I can only try my best to write every chapter of The Ring. In the future, I will try to write more in the limited time. In addition, thank you book friends for your support.

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