The causes of decadence are: doing things that are too easy, being too lazy to do things well, appreciating too much art, and liking weird things.
——Voltaire's "The Princess of Babylon"
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“Good night, junior brother, we will see you tomorrow...there will be no tomorrow this time.”
The girl stood by the bed and watched the boy speak in a soft voice, as if she was afraid of disturbing the sweet dream he had finally won.
“It’s time, let’s go.” The bald old man in a suit and leather suit behind the girl glanced at his watch and said expressionlessly. His eyes were full of suppressed hatred and impatience when he looked at the back of the girl in front of him.
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"Although I really don't give you much, you are already everything to me...Don't die, Lin Nian..."
There was a woman crying beside the bed, suppressing her voice and digging her nails into her flesh. She tried to swallow every sob into her throat for fear of disturbing the boy on the bed, but she failed every time. She covered her mouth and shed tears.
of.
Maybe it’s because she loves so deeply that she is so timid even when she is sad.
After the tears ended, her mood gradually stabilized. She looked at the boy quietly for a long time, then stood up and spoke.
“Brother, you never have to worry about being abandoned...I am always the one who is abandoned.”
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“I have always thought that there must be a grand ceremony when a hero dies. So we have all been waiting, waiting for a farewell, waiting for a heartfelt goodbye.” The blond boy stood beside the bed and said softly.
Behind him stood a forest of straight figures, as silent as a black forest of steles.
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"Su Xiaoqiang asked me why you had lost contact for so long. I told her that you were preparing for your thesis defense and told her in your tone that you would not have time in the next six months. She believed it, maybe because she thought that was what you said, even though
This lie is full of loopholes." Beside the bed, the black-haired boy said, "I will explain everything to her when I have the chance and apologize to her in person, but if it were you, you would also want to do the same."
“I hope you can wake up and resolve Mandy’s matter on your own, so I won’t say more.”
"Also, I copied an extra copy of the class notes for you. It's on the bookcase in your dormitory. There are more things going on in the Lion Heart Club. I moved to Norton Hall. The executive department recently invited me to have a drink.
Tea, maybe I will be very busy in the coming days and won’t be able to see you more."
“Actually, I wanted your sister to live in Norton Hall, but she refused. I didn’t think her mental state was very good, so I was hoping that if you could hear me...”
He paused for a moment, looked at the boy's face, remained silent for a few seconds, said nothing more, and turned to leave.
You must be able to hear it, right?
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The black leather shoes were parked beside the bed. The silver-haired old man looked at the boy with a calm look on his face.
“A_body_that_can_rise_the_moon_must_carry_countless_sunsets.” He said lightly, “This is a poem written by a poet in your hometown. I read it by chance recently and liked it very much.”
He took out the red rose from his suit pocket and placed it beside the bed.
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In the darkness, someone else came...
It's just that this time there was some eerie silence, as if the whole hospital was dead, and it was so quiet that it made people a little uneasy.
The footsteps stopped beside the bed, in front of the boy, and stopped moving.
“There is no pain that cannot be healed, no sinking that cannot be ended, and everything lost will come back in another way.”
He chuckled, his eyes like a golden ocean.
“…When you’ve had enough sleep, get up.”
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Christmas Day, December 25th.
Cassell College, Illinois, United States.
On the white corridor outside the intensive care unit, Lin Xian held a bouquet of fresh flowers and walked towards the place where he went every day. Snow was falling outside the window he passed. The sycamores and maple leaves in the college had already faded their golden clothes, bringing
A hand-knitted gift in the middle of winter.
Even in the morning, there is still some sunshine, and the endless light snow is still falling. The students on vacation in the college are wearing scarves and Christmas costumes, singing foreign songs and falling on the frozen path, noisy
The sound of falling snowflakes collided with each other, and a hot breath surged between people, giving Kassel College a unique vitality in winter.
These beautiful and lively scenes are all outside the corridor window. When passing by the window, Lin Xian accidentally glanced and found her own shadow in the glass - her somewhat haggard face, pale and small, and her eyes under the eyelashes.
Hidden powerlessness. People who like to look for their own shadow in the glass are lonely and fragile, because for them, the reflection in the bright mirror is too real and cruel. Seeing the unmodified reality inside will make them change from
Discomfort and fear welled up in their hearts. But glass...glass couldn't be better. The blurry shadows were obscured by the hazy skylight. The faces of the muddy shadows inside could look like whatever they wanted, giving them
They are a little comforting.
The prosperity outside the window and the suffering of the people inside the window are in the same place, but a window seems to separate different spaces.
Lin Xian's eyes only stayed on the window for a moment, then passed by. She turned her head and looked at the approaching ward in the distance. She took a deep breath and began to relax her facial muscles. Finally, she stood on the frozen ice surface.
A flower slowly opened on the top.
It was another beautiful Friday, and she was going to visit the people she loved and cared about.
Reunion should not be with a sad face, but with a smile and good emotions, just like the sunshine penetrating the snowflakes outside the window. Even in the coldest winter, there should always be that vertical warmth shining on people's necks.
to bring them the little warmth in the cold winter.
Lin Xian raised his head, smiled, and walked quickly, ready to rush to the familiar ward door.
But at this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps behind her, causing her to stop and turn her head to look over. Deep in the corridor, a group of nurses and doctors in white clothes wearing masks rushed towards her in a hurry, menacingly.
With an unstoppable sense of urgency.
Lin Xian was pushed away by the wave of enthusiasm when she was still dozens of meters away. She retreated to the edge of the corridor and stared at them blankly as they passed by her. At this time, the noisy conversation floated into her ears.
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“The patient in Room 001...what about the heart rate? Various vital signs..."
“Why is it today... He has been sleeping for so long...”
"The preset alarm has indeed sounded...as soon as possible, this is the school board's death order..."
After the noisy wind blew by, Lin Xian stood by the window and stood stunned for dozens of seconds, until she finished digesting those words... The flowers in her hands fell to the ground, and the bouquet was smashed so that the petals flew in the distance.
The virgin girl had already dashed away, her footsteps hurried...
A wisp of flying snow drifted in from the crack of the window, slowly and leisurely fell on the flower petals on the ground, fell into the dew, and then melted.
Then, in the sunlight, it blossomed and revealed its infinite vitality.