On the day the operating light came on, Lin Zhiyi learned that Fu Shennian had a tumor as big as an egg in his head.
He kept it secret for three months. First I woke up in the middle of the night and vomited, and then I couldn't sleep the whole night. Finally, he handed her a divorce agreement, with "live" written in pencil, and the person disappeared.
She searched all over the city and found a diagnosis of glioma. Level four. Late stage.
She didn't cry. She did three things: resigned, took the postgraduate entrance examination, and gave birth to a son named Funian.
Three years later, she returned as the chief surgeon and stood in front of his operating table. She cut open his scalp and pressed his broken blood vessels with her hands. Blood gushed out from between her fingers and was hot. Her last words to him were: You cannot die. If you die, I will ask who will go.
He lived. But open your eyes and ask her: who are you.
He didn't remember her face, their marriage, or their three-year-old son. But he remembered her hand - "Your hand was very steady, like someone I knew before."
He remembered her name. When I was in a coma, I wrote repeatedly. Knowing the meaning, knowing the meaning, knowing the meaning.
So she decided to teach him from scratch.
Teach him how to hold her, teach him to eat the Black Forest cake she made, and teach him to say "we have the same name" to the son at the other end of the video.
He used Baidu to learn to love her: remember her preferences, meet her every day, and say nice words.
She asked: Is it enough?
He said: Not enough. But better than nothing.
This man forgot the whole world, but remembered her name. The woman spent three years sewing her name into his head.
On the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, Little New Year's Eve, he made a black forest cake.
