I have never known one thing, namely life and death. What era and age are suitable for talking about this topic? Does a person really have nothing to exist when he dies?...

Even now, I don't understand.

What I didn't expect was that everything happened. I can say that was a scene in my life that would never be gone.

She is a female classmate in the next class. I didn't communicate much with her, but she had a few encounters. I still remember her appearance. She has a pretty face and long hair. She always likes to tie her ponytails. She is not very kind to others, but she is not very fond of her classmates. She always looks like she has buried her thoughts in her heart. She is considered a normal girl. Strangely, the scars of being beaten can be seen everywhere on her thin body. Later I heard that she was beaten by her father, and her mother had long passed away. Her father is also a self-deprecating person. The family is not very rich. I heard that the opportunity to let her come to school was obtained by the teacher who worked for him again and again.

It is such a person who, when I thought the world was full of love and happiness, closed his eyes forever in front of me.

It was a Thursday afternoon. As usual, I rode my bicycle to school to prepare for the afternoon courses. By the way, I quickly wrote the teacher's assignment for tomorrow's homework assigned by the teacher in the morning before my classmates came. About ten minutes later, a noise came from the corridor. The students did not come into the classroom, but went out instead.

"No big deal will happen!" To be honest, I am not a person who likes to join in the fun, but when I think so, I naturally want to find out. There were many people in the aisle, layer by layer, surrounding the place where the stairs were connected to the end of the corridor, I pushed the crowd away step by step and walked forward.

She just lay down, lying on the last step of the stairs, unconscious and motionless. I recognized her, so I asked a few classmates in their class.

"I don't know. As soon as I came, I saw her lying there. I touched her in front of me a few times, but I didn't respond. At first, I thought she was having fun with us!" A girl said, which also attracted cheers and laughter from people around me.

"Yes! When I came, I walked behind her, and suddenly she fell to the ground. I don't know what happened, so I was shocked!" A boy shouted in panic.

"I just ran to find the teacher, but the teacher hasn't even arrived yet. The office door is locked, and I don't know what to do!"

I know him. He is the class monitor of the next class. If you have anything to do, I also think that his approach is correct. So I quickly took out my cell phone and called my sister Zhen. After she learned about it, she said she would come over immediately and ask me to call 120 as soon as possible. She would also contact the class teacher of their class as soon as possible.

That was the first time I called a first aid number in my life, and I still remember that I was very calm at that time.

"Hey! Hello! Is it 120?"

"Yes, please..." Before the other party could finish speaking, I told her about the situation.

"That's right. I am a middle school student from No. 1 Middle School in the state. My name is Wang Tan. A female classmate next to me fainted on the ground. She couldn't even scream. She was no longer conscious. Please come quickly. My address is..." I said word by word, afraid that I would say something wrong, so I repeated my specific location and contact information over and over again.

At that moment, I didn't realize that the girl in front of me might never see her again. I only knew that she wanted to wake up, and I wanted her to wake her up.

Five minutes later, her head teacher came, a young male teacher. I explained the situation to him. He immediately picked up the girl and hurriedly ran downstairs. I followed closely behind. The ambulance had already stopped in front of the teaching building. As soon as he went out, several nurses wearing masks and disinfectant clothes ran out of the car, took out a stretcher and cart, and we helped the doctor carry her into the car.

Since I had to attend class, the teacher suggested that the doctor let me stay. Just before the door was closed, I saw the doctor holding an oxygen hood and buckled it on her face, and all kinds of instruments began to operate... The door was closed, the car left, and the girl was taken away.

Have you ever prayed silently for a strange life? That night, I kept dreaming of that girl. She kept smiling, thanking me, and telling me that thanks to my help, her life was able to continue. I was also curious about why she, who never talked, suddenly seemed to have become a different person.

I asked her: "What does life feel like?"

She smiled without saying a word. After a long time of silence, she told me that it was like dreaming, but you could not wake up in this dream. You could hear the people around you talking and laughing.

Crying and crying, you remember to comfort them, but you are like being trapped in a nightmare, you can do nothing, and you don’t even have the chance to cry...

I woke up in shock and woke up from my dream. It was still dark and it was raining heavily outside the window. Although it was not a nightmare, I was scared and my sweat was soaked in my pillow.

Yes, about three days later, the bad news came, and the girl left us forever. I remember that I cried for a long time that day. I don’t know what I was crying, whether it was for a person who was considered strangers to me, or for the fragility and shortness of this life. I felt extremely regretful for her. A dreamer at the age of fifteen or sixteen, a time that should have enjoyed youth, should have sat in the classroom, read, do homework, look forward to the holiday, look forward to spring, look forward to the girl in a pleated skirt. In this way, there was no chance again, and I didn’t even have time to meet my relatives for the last time, and say goodbye to my classmates sincerely. Even a simple "goodbye" didn’t have time to say to the boy she likes...

Leaving, just leaving...

I suddenly recalled that afternoon, and I didn't understand why the laughter at that time was so harsh in my memories. Whenever I think of this scene, I hated myself, why didn't I know that she had congenital heart disease earlier? She had already fallen down ten minutes earlier! But I was still doing nothing, and I was just curious that I came out and did everything next!

Why can't I expect it earlier?

No one answered me. Although I knew I had tried my best and everyone had tried my best, it was irreversible and still could not be saved. Although I had no intersection, I always felt guilty. Even though I remembered it now, I still blame myself...

She left and went to a better place. I think that dreaming of her that night should be her last farewell before her farewell. Thinking of her smiling face, I knew that she didn't want me to be sad, so I lied to me that she was still in this world. Maybe she had already arrived in heaven, where she saw her mother, and no one would beat her again. She would go back to see her father. Seeing him crying sadly, she would be satisfied. She would return to her class. Seeing her classmates fighting for the high school entrance exam, she seemed to be sitting in the classroom, listening carefully like everyone else...
Chapter completed!