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In the early morning, bright sunlight poured into the ward through the cracks in the window.

The nurse gently opened the door and said good morning to everyone as usual.

There are three beds in the ward, separated by curtains.

Ji Shurong sat on the bed by the window, tilted his head and smiled at the nurse, and said, "Good morning."

He was leaning on a large pillow, pulling a rubber band from his wrist, and skillfully tied up his hair.

"Your hair looks like an apple."

A clear child's voice came from the side.The little blond boy sat on the edge of the bed with his legs dangling, his big eyes staring straight at Ji Shurong's little knot on the top of his head.

Ji Shurong tilted his head, making the little boy laugh a few times.

The little boy in bed No. [-] suffers from bipolar disorder. He is normal for a while, manic for a while, and depressed for a while. Then fell silent, and wept dejectedly on the bed.

Ji Shurong lived in this ward after his stupor was relieved. The nurse would come to deliver the medicine on time every day. After taking the medicine, there was a candy as a reward. Found a few missing.

The little boy is of Chinese-English mixed race, and he doesn't speak Chinese fluently: "Why do you have so much spicy sugar?"

Ji Shurong spread a bag of candy on the bed, took out a few more and put them in the little boy's hands, and said after a while, "Because I want to keep it for a kid who likes candy."

The little boy seemed to understand, and said "Oh".

The nurse would take them out during mealtimes. Everyone's food was different. Ji Shurong ate rice, although he couldn't eat a few mouthfuls.

Every time a meal is a big battle, the patients get together, maybe one of them will suddenly get sick, and the food and rice soup are flying all over the sky.The doctors and nurses, as usual, were extremely patient with everyone, coaxing the patient back to the ward gently and irresistibly.

Ji Shurong was not so noisy when he was sick, and he was the one who was the most worry-free here.

Bed No. [-] is a gray-haired old man who suffers from schizophrenia. When he was sick, he yelled at him and the little boy, saying that they were going to murder him, and sometimes he would act aggressively when he was emotional. Every time I was stopped by the nurse with quick eyes and hands.

Ji Shurong loved to watch his every move when he was free, for fear that he might hide some chopsticks.The old man may be old, and he doesn't have many times when he is in a normal state. Ji Shurong was lucky enough to meet him a few times.The old man likes to draw Chinese paintings, and he can draw an excellent painting of ink plums even when his arms are shaking into sieves, and he generously gave it to Ji Shurong.

Later, my grandfather’s diabetes became worse, and he was pushed out by the nurse one night. I don’t know if he moved to another ward or what. Since then, bed No. [-] has been vacant.

The ink plum picture Ji Shurong originally wanted to keep it as a treasure, but after thinking about it, he gave it to the grandfather's family.This is the only work done by the grandfather here, and it should be kept by the closest people.

In the morning, the nurse will take them to the yard. Although it is winter here, the sun is abundant and the climate is pleasant. There are some flowers planted in the yard, and the little boy will secretly pick one every time he sees them.

Ji Shurong's mind was moved, and he picked a flower like him and hid it in his sleeve.

That afternoon, I needed to see a psychiatrist. While chatting, Ji Shurong wanted to change his posture, but he accidentally dropped the flower on the ground.

The doctor is a foreign woman who is fluent in Chinese and asked softly, "Why do you hide this flower?"

Ji Shurong didn't speak, he picked up the flowers with his head down, and wiped off the dust on them.

"Who do you want to give it to?" The doctor tentatively asked, "To your lover?"

Ji Shurong looked at her for a moment, then nodded slightly.

"Then... what kind of person is your lover?"

Ji Shurong lowered his eyes and stroked the delicate petals.

Since he was hospitalized, he rarely brought up his past, and only answered according to his mood when the doctor asked.Now for the first time, I have the urge to tell others the story of him and Jiang Jing.

He spoke very slowly, and couldn't remember some details, so he was silent for a long time before continuing.The doctor looked at him with a smile all the time, and finally gave him a warm hug and said, "Your lover is very happy, and so are you."

It seems that from that day on, the blank time he spent in a daze was gradually filled by Jiang Jing.He no longer felt emptiness, but instead had the unbearable difficulty of living like years.

He couldn't wait to see Jiang Jing, wanted to kiss the corner of his mouth, and told him all the stories here.

But not yet.

He wanted to live in this precious human world for a long time, and be by Jiang Jing's side every day in the future.

Before that, he could only keep his love and longing in his heart, and try his best to climb out of the abyss.

The days passed day by day, and when the Chinese New Year was approaching, the hospital also pasted blessing characters and Spring Festival couplets in response to the occasion.

When Xu Shao came, Ji Shurong was teaching the little boy to read and write, and after being taken out by the nurse, he was still a little unsatisfied.

Xu Shao was wearing a black leather jacket, and when he saw him, he was still hesitating what to talk about, but Ji Shurong looked him up a few times, raised his eyebrows and said, "The clothes are not bad, unlike your eyes, my wife bought them? "

Xu Shao was stunned for a few seconds.

The last time he came to Ji Shurong, he was a little silent, but this time he took the initiative to make fun of him?

Surprised and delighted, Xu Shao hurriedly nodded.

Ji Shurong took out a red blessing bag from the pocket of his hospital gown, and handed it to Xu Shao: "Take this back."

The lucky bag was bulging, and Xu Shao asked curiously, "What's in it?"

Ji Shurong glanced at him: "Take it back to Xiaojing, don't peek."

Xu Shao snorted and put the lucky bag in his pocket: "If you don't read it, don't read it."

Ji Shurong curled his mouth and asked after a moment of silence: "How is he doing recently?"

Xu Shao glanced at him several times, and seeing that his mood had really stabilized, he breathed a sigh of relief: "I want to know, I want to know, you can ask yourself, here, I'll give you the phone, let's ask."

Ji Shurong didn't answer, shook his head and said, "He should be resting at this time."

Xu Shao took back his phone, suddenly remembered something, took out a bottle from his bag, and said, "I almost forgot, Xiao Jiang asked me to give it to you."

The bottle is a plastic bottle with a film on the body so you can't see the inside.

Ji Shurong put the bottle in his arms and didn't open it until he returned to the ward.

The little boy next to him leaned over curiously, lay on his bedside to watch him pour out the contents, and exclaimed, "Wow, stars!"

Colorful origami stars are stacked together, small and exquisite, and each one is very beautifully folded.

The little boy picked up one and squeezed it, and the corners were easily peeled off, revealing the writing inside.He was a little apprehensive, and was about to pinch it back, when Ji Shurong suddenly took the star away from his hand.

"Let me watch alone, okay?" Ji Shurong said softly.

"OK." The little boy returned to his bed obediently, and put down the bed curtain intimately.

Ji Shurong took a deep breath and looked down at the words on the paper.

The words may be long or short, some are only a few words, some are densely packed, the handwriting is not beautiful, each stroke is neat, revealing clumsy seriousness——

Think about your first day.Received the bracelet and tissues, don't write with blood in the future, it looks so scary, if you don't know, you may think that you are here to ask for debts, you have to eat well and get medical treatment over there, I will wait for you.

Thinking about your next day.Rehabilitation is really boring, I want to go out to get some fresh air.

Thinking about your third day.It's snowing outside the window. I don't know what the weather is like over there. When this winter is over, will you come back?

……

Thinking about your tenth day.Two of the oranges that Yang Xiao brought today were rotten and had too many seeds, so they were not tasty.Lu Yan and Qin Ye came to show their affection in front of me again, when will you come back.

Miss your No.18 days.I'm out of the hospital.

……

Miss your No.30 day.I got 28 in the exam!Great!Wait, I will show you a better one next time.

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Miss your No.40 for seven days.Brother Xu went to see you today and asked me if I wanted to bring you something. I originally wanted him to bring these stars, but the count was a bit short, so I will write more.

Miss you.The final exam is coming soon, and there is a lot of homework.

……

Miss your No.60 days.I'm on winter vacation, from New Year's Eve to the fourth day of junior high school, the school is so inhuman.I went to the pet store today to see September, do you know how fat it is?Come on, you don't know.Do your homework.

Miss your No.60 for five days.It's school, damn it.

Miss your No.70 for six days.I passed by a flower shop today and wanted to buy a bouquet of roses for you, but you were not by my side, so I had to take a second look and draw them for you.

——In the lower right corner is a rose with red strokes, the petals are in full bloom, and the handwriting is immature and serious.

Ji Shurong's eyes flickered, and he stared at the rose for a long time. After a long while, he rubbed his fingertips to untie the last star.

Miss your No.70 for seven days.This is the star of tomorrow, I want Brother Xu to bring it to you, so I wrote it in advance.

Don't know what's going to happen tomorrow, but one thing I'm sure of.

I will miss you even more tomorrow.