I wouldn't want to write if I could. I hope this is false, I hope this is false... I am an abstract author, but I can't do it without sending it out. If possible, I hope you don't see it.
I'm just an author, not a god
And I want to ask, have you seen it? Did you see it? Someone recognized your love.
Wang Yun, a young man with bone cancer, meets He Chengyu, a patient with congenital heart disease, in the hospice ward. The two souls sentenced to death collided in the smell of disinfectant water and sparks were created.
He drew a titanium alloy stent for him to look like a mecha skeleton, and he folded magnolia flowers for him on electrocardiogram paper; they smuggled in ICU equipment to assemble an "interstellar escape cabin" and mixed chemotherapy drugs into a blueberry-flavored Galaxy. When Wang Yun's bone seams spread into rose nebulae, and when He Chengyu's ventricular tremor exploded like a supernova, the janitor Lao Zhang used candid surveillance videos and forged medical records to leave the last black box for this doomed space voyage.
——"If spring never comes, let our medical records become the most punk love letters."
This book is adapted from a real story
[The masterpiece of bird food]