Do you know Tang Xin?

Tang Xin forgot that this was the first time he picked up the receiver and pressed 11 of the 10 Arabic numerals he knew so well, then put the receiver back.

Even in a high-priced single room, you can't avoid the unique smell of disinfectant in the hospital that reminds people of death. The doctor summed up Tang Xin's short life of less than 27 years in the words "at most half a year".

Tang Xin's last wish, 【want to see】.

It's just that he has decided not to appear in front of the two of them again.

Pressing the number to the tenth, and putting down the receiver again, Tang Xin finally swept the phone off the table, and the phone fell to the ground with a muffled sound.

Obviously he still has half a year to live at most, obviously he wants to meet so much, he just needs to press another number and Lin Zi will pick him up, obviously there are so many.

There was another darkness accompanied by a headache. Tang Xin covered his head with one hand, squatted down to pick up the phone, but the pain was so painful that he couldn't even hold the phone steadily, and the phone fell to the ground again.

"hateful......"

Picking up the handset, tremblingly pressed the familiar number again, the last number, Tang Xin hesitated.

It cannot and should not appear in front of you again.

There is nosebleed dripping.

Tang Xin finally pressed the last number.

On the third ring, I answered it, and there was a voice that had been away for several years but was still exactly the same as in memory.

"Hello?"

I'm not good.

Tang Xin sat on the ground and raised her head slightly. I can't appear in front of you, but you can appear in front of me, "Lin Zi."

Tang Xin tidied herself up and waited for Lin Zi who was on the way.

Eight years ago, at the corner of the stairs in the hospital, he met the destined Lin Zi, and at the same time met Lin Zi's destined Mo Yifu, Tang Xin hated the hospital.

Seeing Lin Zi for the first time, Tang Xin was so shocked that he couldn't take a step forward, and even felt his hands trembling. Fortunately, he was carrying the big bag of medicine.

Obviously they have nothing in common except that they are the same gender and are both seriously ill. The stranger in front of him is just like his own reflection. Tang Xin doesn't believe in love at first sight but he can't escape his fate.

It's just why you have Mo Yifu by your side.

He likes you very much.

When they met for the second time, Tang Xin turned all the resentment into five indifferent words. Ten meters away, Mo Yifu's gaze was full of anger, which made Tang Xin faintly ache.

Some anxious footsteps came from outside the ward, and Tang Xin, who was sitting by the bed, subconsciously turned to look at the door.

The footsteps stopped in front of the door.

Lin Zi.

Tang Xin got up when the doorknob was turned and pushed open.

It wasn't the indifferent attending doctor, or the head nurse who was loud and nagging, but the person standing there was Lin Zi.

In the past eight years, Tang Xin saw Lin Zi as often as he could with his fingers and toes. He was worried that if he didn't see Lin Zi for three or four years, Lin Zi's face would be blurred.

Fortunately, it was exactly the same as in memory, but it was thinner and haggard again.

Tang Xin felt himself trembling slightly again.