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"Death gives life meaning and reminds us that time is short and the days are numbered."

——"Doctor Strange"

A few days later, Mr. Deng left. He left in one evening, and his soul melted into the lonely sunset.

There was a breeze outside the house, rustling the leaves.

The front yard can be seen from the window of the old man's room, and there is a small pond with no sense of existence beside the yard. The water surface is as deep as a mirror, reflecting the floating silhouette of gray wicker, like a person's soul swaying.

The sound of breathing was already very weak, and the old man lay quietly on the bed with his eyes closed, very peaceful and serene.

He was surrounded by his wife, a pair of children, and Niu Keqing.

Everyone's tears kept flowing, only the old man lying on the bed smiled, probably because he saw the brilliance he had experienced in his life.

When death comes, the air is rotten, and when death comes, it will take away a fresh life in the world.

The whole house was dark, and there was a general silence, as if the vastness of the sky, colored by the stars, could swallow a man and his whole life in a blink of an eye.

There is nothing left, even the breath has dissipated.

Niu Keqing stood by the bed, watching the life he cherished so much gradually disappear, his thoughts were only pale and boundless, and he paid homage with tears without saying a word.

Gently, the old man left.

Just like him many years ago, come gently.

The sun was sinking, people were crying, and the night was extremely cold, like a thin black.

Niu Keqing bowed and sat on a big rock by the pond, and by the half-light of a street lamp, he opened a piece of paper left by his teacher.

As soon as he saw the word "Keqing", his tears couldn't stop flowing.

The crooked handwriting on it was written by the old man a few days before his death. Niu Keqing remembered the vigorous and powerful handwriting written by the teacher. When he was dying, he could only piece together tremblingly like a child who just learned how to write. Make a bunch of strokes.

It must have been difficult to write.

"It's clear, when you read this letter, the teacher has probably gone to heaven.

After finishing this life, I was non-stop at first, and then leisurely. I have seen, felt and loved too much in my life. In the end, I finally realized that the original intention is the most precious.

That day, you cried in front of the teacher, and the teacher pityed and loved you, and knew that your original intention was gone.

The scary thing is not losing the original intention, but not getting it back after losing it, but the teacher believes that my heart is so clear, and I will definitely be able to find my former self.

You are the student the teacher is most proud of, always have been, whether you are 20 years old or 30 years old.The teacher watched you grow, and from now on, he will also watch you in heaven.

Always remember that apart from life and death, there is nothing that is difficult to overcome.It is difficult to look down on life and death, but if you do it, nothing in the world can bind your heart.

The teacher has been with you for a while, but not for the rest of your life. Don't cry, just look forward.

In the future, regardless of people or things, you must love what you love, find what you are looking for, be generous and chic, and all you want in your life are yourself and the world.

I wish my student Niu Keqing to always be a good doctor with a pure heart and reverence for life.

——Deng Qi'an book. "

The dim light couldn't hide the sadness in the man's eyes. He was holding a book, tears streaming down his face.

He nodded and said, "Teacher, I will."

After the farewell to his teacher, Niu Keqing stayed at home alone for three days, like a fish stranded on a tidal flat, completely losing its vitality.

The disappearance of such an important person from his life is like digging out a piece of his heart, and those years of wanton youth have also passed away.

Niu Keqing read and re-read the last words, and re-read and re-read, crumpled the letter paper.

He knew that this was the last lesson the teacher gave him.

On the morning of the fourth day, Niu Keqing returned to the hospital and submitted a handwritten paper material to his superiors——

Application form for Tibet aid doctor.