Introduction
The thing Song Qingxu regretted most in his life was signing the organ donation form on the day his brother was critically ill.
She donated a kidney to save Xie Ruhui's Bai Yueguang. The other party promised to give him 300,000 yuan, which was enough for his brother to survive.
When she woke up from the operation, Xie Ruhui threw 20,000 yuan: "Don't dirty her eyes."
She knelt in the rain and begged him. His car drove past and splashed mud all over her body. She chased after him and hugged his leg, but he kicked her away. Her head hit the elevator door and blood flowed all over the floor.
He didn't know that the kneeling woman was someone he would never be able to repay.
Three years later, at the medical summit, Xie Ruhui extended his hand to the upstart "Xie Qingxu": "Have we met before?"
She took off her sunglasses and smiled slightly: "Mr. Xie, this way of striking up a conversation is outdated."
Later, the truth came out. He knelt downstairs in her company for three days, got caught in the rain all night, sent three thousand text messages, and wrote a diary for ten thousand days.
She only replied with four words: Received.
He died on the 11,680th day of his teaching career in the mountainous area.
The last diary entry reads: Qingxu, I'm leaving first. Take care of yourself.
She didn't go to the funeral.
I just locked the diary of more than 10,000 days into the drawer together with the "received" entry from that year.
She smiled as the sunset filled the sky outside the window.
Xie Ruhui, don't admit to the wrong person in your next life.
