“Nan Zhi, your umbrella.”
Lin Yuwan stood on tiptoe, raindrops running from the ends of her hair onto the collar of her school uniform. It was the last time she returned the black umbrella to him.
Three days later, the doctor pushed a diagnosis report in front of Grandma. “Late-stage bone cancer. At most five years.” She hid outside the examination room, watching Grandma wipe away her tears with a crumpled handkerchief.
“Wanwan, take your medicine.”
She always smiled as she swallowed the pills, then threw up until she could barely see straight whenever no one was around.
Then one day at the library, when she was curled up in a corner, trembling with pain, a copy of Starry Sky suddenly appeared in front of her. Jiang Yu stood against the light, his school uniform sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing the handsome lines of his arms.
“The book you wanted.”
He turned and left as soon as he had spoken, but when she threw up so badly she could barely stand, he came back and pressed a bottle of water into her hand.
“Jiang Yu, I’ve lost so much hair.”
“Good. Then you won’t keep saying washing your hair is a hassle.”
He said that, but still found her the softest hat.
“Jiang Yu, I want to see snow.”
The next morning, she opened the window and saw him standing downstairs beside a snowman he had built overnight from artificial snow.
The day she left, the rain poured down. He knelt before her hospital bed and buried his face in her already cold palm. “Didn’t we agree... you’d wait until I graduated...?”
Five years later, the caretaker at Nanshan Cemetery would often see a young man in a wheelchair. Sometimes he brought a bundle of white chrysanthemums; sometimes he brought nothing at all, simply staring blankly at the photograph on the gravestone.
One day, during a torrential downpour, the caretaker grew concerned and went to check on him with an umbrella. Only when he got close did he see the young man struggling to bend down and kiss the cold gravestone.
Good-looking and good-looking [grass has been planted] [plus one bookshelf] [bird food masterpiece] 💕 💕 💕
Really, it looks so good, I burst into tears. In the next life, I will be with Nanzhi every night, and look at flowers with Xiaoxiao 😢 😢