Unfinished Autumn Poems

When the clinical trial of targeted drugs entered its third year, Jin Mu's name was included in the first batch of cured patients. That day, Jiang Ke's hands were shaking while holding the diagnosis report. The four words "complete remission" written in black and white on the paper were like a light that penetrated the haze, illuminating all his wanderings in the past seven years. When he rushed into the ward, Jin Mu was sitting by the window watering the sunflowers. The sunlight fell on her soft black hair that had grown back, giving it a faint golden light. She was thinner than before she got sick, but she still had the crooked look on her face. When she saw him coming in, she smiled and raised the kettle in her hand: "Senior, look, it has bloomed another flower." Jiang Ke didn't say anything, just strode over and hugged her tightly. Seven years of fear, anxiety, day and night suffering, all turned into hot tears at this moment, wetting her shoulders. Jin Mu patted his back gently, her voice as gentle as the spring wind: "I'm fine, Jiang Ke, we are all fine." On the day I was discharged from the hospital, the sky in Nancheng was as blue as a crystal. Jiang Ke didn't drive. He held Jin Mu's hand and walked slowly on the stone road of Pingjiang Road. The sweet-scented osmanthus cake shop at the entrance of the alley still had a strong aroma. When the boss saw them, he smiled and handed over two pieces of freshly baked sweet-scented osmanthus cake: "The little girl is finally well. Now you can live a good life." Jin Mu took a bite of the sweet-scented osmanthus cake, and the sweet taste melted in her mouth, but her eyes were slightly red. She remembered that seven years ago, she was lying in the hospital bed and felt nauseous even when she smelled the slightest fragrance. But now, she and Jiang Ke could finally taste the fireworks of this world together. They returned to Nancheng No. 3 Middle School. Under the camphor tree, the sunflower that Jiang Ke planted back then has grown into a small sea of ​​flowers. The golden petals sway in the autumn wind, like countless little suns. Jin Mu knelt down and gently stroked the petals. He looked back at Jiang Ke with a smile in his eyes: "Senior, look, they have grown up." Jiang Ke walked to her, took out a small velvet box from his pocket, and knelt on one knee. Inside is a platinum ring with a sunflower engraved on it and their initials - J&J - still engraved on the inside. This is the ring he prepared seven years ago. It has always been hidden in the pocket of his white coat, following him through countless operating tables and through countless sleepless nights. "Jin Mu," Jiang Ke's voice was choked but extremely firm, "Seven years ago, I failed to give you a grand wedding. Now, will you marry me?" Jin Mu's tears fell instantly. She nodded vigorously, her voice crying: "I do, Jiang Ke, I do." Jiang Ke put the ring on her ring finger, stood up, and held her in his arms. The sun shines through the branches and leaves of the camphor tree, casting a golden halo on them. Not far away, several children who were playing saw it and clapped their hands and cheered: "Getting married! Getting married!" Their wedding was not a grand one. They only invited colleagues from the First City Hospital, teachers and classmates from Nancheng No. 3 Middle School, as well as those patients who had been cured by Jiang Ke. The wedding venue was very simply decorated, with sunflowers everywhere. The golden color looked like Jin Mu's smile. Jin Mu wore a white wedding dress, held Jiang Ke's hand, and walked to the stage step by step. Her hair is as long as her waist, her face is flushed with happiness, and her eyes are as bright as stars. Jiang Ke was wearing a crisp suit and looking at the girl next to him, the tenderness in his eyes almost overflowed. As the witness of the wedding, the old principal stood on the stage, his voice trembling with excitement: "Jiang Ke and Jin Mu are the strongest and bravest children I have ever seen. They defeated the disease with love and won happiness with persistence. Today, I am here to wish them a happy wedding and eternal love!" The audience burst into warm applause. Jin Mu looked at the familiar faces in the audience, feeling filled with gratitude. She knew that she could not be where she is today without Jiang Ke's company and everyone's help. After the wedding, Jiang Ke took Jin Mu to the suburbs. They rented a small wooden house surrounded by sunflowers. Every morning, they watch the sunrise together and water the sunflowers together; every night, they watch the stars together and share the day's experiences together. Jiang Ke still works in the First City Hospital and is still the youngest hematologist. However, there was no longer the unbreakable sadness in his eyes, instead they were filled with happiness and hope. In the pocket of his white coat, he still had the ring and the photo, but in the photo, there was Jin Mu in a wedding dress, smiling with crooked eyebrows. Jin Mu also returned to school. She was admitted to Nancheng Normal University and studied education. She wants to become a teacher, like the old principal, and use her strength to help more children. She also established a "Sunflower Charity Club" in her school to help children suffering from leukemia and bring them warmth and hope. On weekends, Jiang Ke and Jin Mu would go to Nancheng No. 3 Middle School together to see the sea of ​​sunflowers under the camphor trees. They would sit under the camphor tree, watch the children play together, and reminisce about the past together. Jin Mu would lean on Jiang Ke's shoulder and whisper, "Senior, it's great to meet you." Jiang Ke would hold her hand tightly and his voice was so gentle that he said, "Being able to marry you is the luckiest thing in my life." It was another autumn, and the sycamore trees in Nancheng began to lose their leaves. The golden-red leaves swirled to the ground like letters filled with happiness. Jiang Ke and Jin Mu were walking hand in hand on the stone pavement of Pingjiang Road. The sweet-scented osmanthus cake shop at the entrance of the alley still had a strong aroma. They bought two pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, sat on the stone bench, and ate slowly. Jin Mu leaned on Jiang Ke's shoulder, looked at the sunset in the alley, and said softly: "Senior, do you remember? Seven years ago, we were here too, eating osmanthus cake together." Jiang Ke nodded, his eyes full of memories: "Remember. At that time, you were still sick, and I promised myself that I would cure you and give you happiness." Jin Mu smiled, stretched out her hands, and hugged his neck tightly: "You did it, Jiang Ke, you did it." The setting sun stretched their shadows very long, like a long picture scroll. The scent of sweet-scented osmanthus filled the air, and it was unbelievably warm. Jiang Ke knew that the story between him and Jin Mu was like an unfinished autumn poem, and now it finally had a perfect ending. And their lives will be like the autumn sunshine, warm and bright, always full of hope and full of love. Intention: be