After finishing his work, Zhang Yichi was still not sleepy, so he simply turned on the computer to check out amyotrophic lateral sclerosis in detail.
'Amyotrophic lateral sclerosis' has a widely spread name, called ALS. In Zhang Yichi's world, a large number of people from all over the country have launched a famous ice bucket challenge to donate money to patients with ALS.
Get attention.
The main symptoms of ALS are progressive muscle atrophy and weakness in the limbs, and eventually respiratory failure. This disease can only be controlled and delayed to a certain extent with drugs, but it cannot be completely cured. From onset to death, it can take several years.
It can take as little as a few months. Usually in the later stages, the patient will be in great pain and become unable to walk and even have difficulty speaking.
If this was not the world of reincarnation, Zhang Yichi would definitely try his best to treat Han Jing. Even if he could not be cured, he would be allowed to live for a while longer, even just for a few days.
However, the mission has clearly stated that Han Jing only has one month left to live, so he should not be able to make changes.
Today is the first day, and it is also Han Jing's eighteenth birthday. After his birthday, Han Jing, who was supposed to welcome a more exciting future, started the countdown of his life.
Zhang Yichi turned to look at Han Jing, who was sleeping soundly on the bed. After looking at it for a while, he continued to look up information about ALS.
The next morning, Han Jing didn't wake up until after ten o'clock. When he woke up, he saw Zhang Yichi sitting next to the computer desk, playing the guitar.
"It's not a dream..." Han Jing muttered to himself.
"woke up?"
"Aren't you asleep?" Han Jing rubbed his face and got up.
Zhang Yichi lowered his head and plucked the strings attentively: "Take a nap on the chair for a while."
"I only have one bed at home. I'll save some money to buy one for you." Han Jing said and got out of bed, but as soon as he got out of bed, he stumbled and fell to the ground.
"Are you okay?" Zhang Yichi put down the piano and came over.
Han Jing had already gotten up, grinning and rubbing his knees: "It's okay, it's okay. I just felt a little weak when I got up, and my legs didn't work hard."
With that said, he walked into the bathroom to wash up.
Zhang Yichi saw this, picked up the piano again, played it for a few seconds and said, "Han Jing, why don't you go to school to ask for leave."
"What leave do you want?"
"You don't have to go to school anymore. Didn't you say that you can't learn anything in school and you definitely have no hope of getting into college? Then don't waste your time in school." Zhang Yichi said.
Han Jing walked out of the bathroom and looked at Zhang Yichi in surprise: "Didn't you tell me yesterday that you wanted me to study hard? Studying is more important than games."
"...I think what you said makes more sense." Zhang Yichi looked at Han Jing and said against his will.
"Haha, right, what I said must be right, practice brings true knowledge!" Han Jing went into the bathroom to brush his teeth with satisfaction.
"Then it's settled."
A vague voice came from the bathroom: "If you want to ask for leave or something, you have to contact my uncle."
Hearing Han Jing's confusion, Zhang Yichi wanted to say something, but Han Jing said in advance: "Just look for him again, there is nothing you can do! This should be the last time I ask him for help."
After Han Jing finished washing and came out, Zhang Yichi cautiously asked while playing guitar: "I want to ask you a question."
"Say." Han Jing ran to dry his hair.
"If a person only has one month left to live, what do you think he should do in the last month?"
"Just one month? If it were me, it would definitely be too late to play games. My game requires at least two months per season... Just wander around and see more of the world. There seems to be nothing else to do.
One month is too short. If that person knows that he still has one month, it would be better. No matter what, he can plan and realize some wishes. If that person doesn't know that he is about to die, he should live step by step for one month.
, that would be so tragic..."
Han Jing blew his hair in the mirror and answered Zhang Yichi's questions casually.
The speaker has no intention, the listener has intention.
After hearing Han Jing's answer, Zhang Yichi remained silent, frowning slightly and continued to strum the strings.
Han Jing's thoughts also represent what he would do when faced with such a thing.
If he were that person, he would prefer to know in advance how much time he has left, so that no matter what happens, he can still plan what to do in the remaining month so that he will not have any regrets when he dies.
Do you want to tell Han Jing the truth now?
Zhang Yichi hesitated.
Just when Zhang Yichi was hesitating, Han Jing finished drying his hair, put away the hair dryer and walked to him: "You have almost practiced the basic plucking with your right hand. I will teach you how to play the chords with your left hand. Add the chords with your left hand.
Use the plucked strings in your right hand and work them together to produce a piece of music."
Zhang Yichi gave up the idea of talking now.
"As for my original songs, if you want to play them simply, you can just use four chords. First Am, then F. F may be a bit difficult for you now, and the big horizontal pressing requires a period of practice. Then you
Just try the small horizontal press first, then C, then G, press like this, right..."
Han Jing taught Zhang Yichi.
Zhang Yichi followed Han Jing's guidance and practiced these four chords.
While practicing, he was also thinking about how to make some money. To realize some of Han Jing's wishes, he would definitely need money, even if he went out to take a bus, it would cost money. But after buying the cake yesterday, he was now penniless. Han Jing himself had no money either.
He didn't want to ask his uncle for any money, so he had to rely on his own efforts.
"Press the strings with your fingertips, and keep your fingers as vertical as possible. When your fingertips hit other strings, there will be noise or no sound. Yes, press tight, otherwise the frets will be hit..."
Han Jing is still teaching.
At noon, Zhang Yichi's left hand was already in pain, and when it was time for dinner, Han Jing asked him to practice again in the afternoon. Now he should consider whether to eat out or order takeout.
"Do you usually go out to eat and order takeout?" Zhang Yichi asked.
"Yeah, I can't cook. It's easier to order takeout, but it's just more expensive..."
"Don't you have a kitchen here? I'll cook whatever you want to eat." Zhang Yichi decided to cook by himself due to health and lack of funds considerations.
Han Jing looked Zhang Yichi up and down again: "You can also cook? You guys are too down-to-earth."
"We don't have takeout here, so if you want to eat, you have to cook it yourself." Zhang Yichi replied with a joke.
Han Jing believed it, "So you have to cook your own meals. I always thought you didn't need to eat."
"That doesn't comply with the law of conservation of energy."
"That's all." Han Jing showed off Zhang Yichi's action of conjuring a knife out of thin air yesterday, "Are you still talking about science?"