The president is committing suicide

"In fact, everyone in this world should have the same reaction when they hear that their relatives have encountered this." Ding Jiaying couldn't bear to see the joyful expression on her face.

She took a fork and poked the red panda's face lightly, leaving a small indentation in the cream.

"Yes, they are not wrong. They have spent all their energy and financial resources to keep me alive and to prepare for my death."

"As for me, the only thing I can do to make them happy now is to accept the treatment obediently. I am back to the age where I can be praised for eating one more bite of food or drinking one more sip of water."

For some reason, she didn't say a word of complaint or show any sadness, but the tears in Ding Jiaying's eyes could no longer stop rolling down.

"I'm sorry." The girl handed over a tissue. "Did I make you sad?"

"No." Ding Jiaying felt that it was rude of her to ask her to comfort her for her minor mood disorder, so she quickly wiped away her tears.

"You said you had something to ask me. What was it?" The girl tilted her head, her eyes revealing an insight beyond her age.

Ding Jiaying gave up the question she had prepared and asked, "If you were not sick, what would you most want to do?"

The girl smiled and said, "If I hadn't gotten sick, what I wanted to do most was to quit my job and leave school, buy a car, take my dog ​​to 318, and then live in a village in Dali and find a job as a barista. Anyway, I have saved some money, so I don't have to worry about survival for the time being. Then I would write 1000 words a day, and in ten years, I should be a writer. If not, at least I would be a senior barista."

She said a lot more, and Ding Jiaying seemed to smell the romance and freedom of the deserted mountains with sunshine in her description.

“It seems really nice there.”

Sighing, the girl said, "So these are all ifs. If these ifs could become reality, the if I want most would be if I hadn't gotten sick. If I hadn't gotten sick, I would have gone to work at school obediently, argued with my mom in good health, and taken time out to go to Yunnan during the holidays to bask in the sun until my skin was tanned."

Ding Jiaying felt a lump in her throat.

"I know what you want to ask, but I can't give you an answer. You know his answer, but you're not sure who he listened to." The girl continued, "You looked exactly like my father in the car. He was very handsome when he was young, and he didn't have any gray hair in his forties. But because of me, he looks like a sixty-year-old man now."

"I don't want to see him like this. He should have been traveling around with his beloved wife without any worries."

Here, the girl paused, as if she had a thousand things to say, but saying them out loud would not change anything.

"Then what?" Ding Jiaying asked.

"There is no more. Time will never come back, and I will never see such a happy family again."

The girl said she was tired and really wanted to go back.

Ding Jiaying said she would send her off.

She refused: "It's just a short distance, I can do it. I can only go a short distance by myself, and I only have this much time."

It turned out that this was her rare time alone.

Ding Jiaying stood up with her and watched her leave.

Soon there were voices in the corridor.

"Why did you come back so late today? Your mother was worried to death."

"Dad, it's okay. I've only been out for less than an hour."

……

Ding Jiaying sat down and stared at the small fork mark on the cake in a daze.

The girl didn't touch a single bite of the cake, and didn't even lick the cream on the fork.

She was afraid of making her family sad, so she tried hard to follow the doctor's orders. Every day she spent her pain in exchange for survival.

Her survival can slightly alleviate the psychological pressure and heartache of her family.

It's like drinking a poison that delays death, the pain increases day by day and reaches its peak when death comes.

That day might be a relief for the girl, but wouldn’t it be a relief for her family as well?

If one day my father had to force himself to smile for the sake of his family members at the end of his life, would he really be able to leave without regrets?

In fact, I should be happy that my father said those words that day. At least he did not leave myself with the possibility of regret and self-blame in the future.

The noise in the corridor gradually faded away.

silence.

The ward is always quiet, as if the hustle and bustle always avoids this place, as if the vitality of life has been destroyed by human beings themselves before life even dissipates.

This place is sadder and more unsettling than a funeral.

Ding Jiaying's eyes were clear. She took the panda cake and started eating it in big mouthfuls.

The message on her phone dinged, and she picked it up to see that Xiao Mimi had sent more than a dozen photos and videos.

The little wolfdog was drinking and having a good time, and was moving around in the circle of beauties. Xiao Mimi was quietly sharing the excitement of the world with her.

"You know what? She was such a reserved girl before. I thought she was a tough guy, but it turns out she's really into the little wolfdog. Her eyes are full of affection, which is really eye-opening."

"I haven't seen Xiaoyun for a while. It turns out that he went to the mountainous area of ​​Liangzhou to do a teaching project. He also built a Hope Primary School. I used to think that he was good for nothing except money, but now I really look at him with a new eye."

"Do you still remember your goddess of beauty Zhenzhen who used to receive eight love letters every time she went to an art exhibition with me? She's so cool now and has become a very mature film cameraman. She has worked with Jiang Chengwu. My god, she has eight pack abs. She's so cool."

……

It felt like Xiao Mimi was not being forced to socialize with those socialites who only had money, as she said, but was opening a big box of various wonderful lives.

Ding Jiaying swallowed the cake in her mouth and took a big sip of water.

Yes, life is full of possibilities. At some point in time, at some unexpected moment, a big change will happen, and you will become another person in the future.

After being in the concrete jungle and working in the business world for a long time, it is easy to use your own habitual thinking to speculate about other people's lives.

And today, I am using my habitual thinking to speculate about a person who is near the end of his life.

You are just near the end, not at the end. You may become a new self at any time.

Now it's a fruitful day for both of us, so it's worth having a drink.

"Are you free to go out for a drink today?"

Who could send me such an invitation at such a perfect moment?

Ding Jiaying opened the message dialog box, Shen Cong?

"Look up."

When Ding Jiaying looked up, she saw him standing at the corner of the corridor, shaking the coffee in his hand.