A Trip to Scandinavia, and Then I Found a Mixed-Blood Drama Queen

(The entire novel is already written, so you can read with confidence.) Chen Jie has leukemia and only one year left to live. Looking at the diagnosis, he quit his job without hesitation. To hell with work and everyday life. He bought a plane ticket to Norway, where he'd climb snowy mountains and see the northern lights… If he was going to die, he'd spend all his money first! …Then he fished a naked man out of the sea. A European man, no less, with blond hair, blue eyes, and muscles all over. The European was nearly two meters tall, yet spoke softly and cautiously, afraid that one extra word might put Chen Jie in a bad mood. Chen Jie had taught two cohorts of students, and his occupational hazard was thinking everyone was stupid, then not wanting to talk to anyone. He spoke coldly to everyone and couldn't be bothered to say a word more than necessary. He glanced at the man. “You sleep on the sofa. Don't make a sound.” The man lowered his eyes and murmured, “I knew you hated me.” Chen Jie: “…” · Lance was a medical genius. He came from a good family, was handsome, and was exceptionally capable. A week before Easter, he arrived in Norway. Amid the bars, bright lights, and hedonistic revelry, he caught sight of a beautiful Chinese man while drunk. “I want to pursue him, kiss him, and give him a drink,” Lance thought confidently. He pretended to be a young man who had fallen into the sea, and stayed by Chen Jie's side day after day. Many days later, by a frozen Norwegian lake in the early hours of the morning. Chen Jie asked him, “So, when you were at the bar, you looked at me for fifteen minutes while holding your drink, and in that time you thought about taking me by the hand and walking out, kissing me, fucking me, making me your lover, and spending the rest of your life with me?” Lance smiled. “What's wrong with that?” Chen Jie gave a faint smile. “What, is your love really that impulsive, that cheap? Don't you even have a reason?” “If you insist on a reason, maybe it's because… I saw you,” Lance said with a smile, his deep green eyes fixed on him. “I saw you, I love you, and I want to kiss you and fuck you. So I'll pursue you by any means necessary, until you're willing to give me a chance.” Chen Jie smiled faintly and said nothing. · What is the meaning of life, anyway? To spend a whole life plodding along and yet accomplish nothing: go to school to get a job, work to start a family, start a family to provide for old age. People struggle their whole lives, seemingly just to end up in a square ash box. Always moving forward, never stopping, but what lies ahead? One afternoon, in a house in Valais, Lance crouched beside the bed, dazed and utterly haggard. He hadn't eaten or drunk anything for two days. His hair was disheveled, his beard unshaven, and all he did was stare blankly at the person in the bed. After a long silence, he rasped, “Why?” Chen Jie said gently, “You should get some sleep.” “I contacted a doctor. You'll go home tomorrow,” Lance said for the third time, his eyes bloodshot. “I'll get the paperwork done and come find you. I'll get the tests and visa sorted, then I'll transfer you to another hospital…” “I'm sorry,” Chen Jie sighed, repeating himself. “…I'm sorry.” Lance's eyes grew damp. He clutched the blanket, let out a long breath, and closed his eyes. He couldn't understand. He couldn't understand why Chen Jie had given up treatment, or what it meant to endure day after day and year after year, struggling to get by. They gave each other the cold shoulder and argued, until Chen Jie's health grew worse by the day. “Lance, what's up ahead?” “I don't know.” Medical genius × high school homeroom teacher (not really) Dramatic, phony, flamboyant gong × gloomy, poker-faced, frail shou Reader's Guide: 1. This is a happy ending! A happy, happy ending! 2. No misdiagnosis, no “the shou feels better after traveling, and then his illness magically goes away,” or other forced plot devices like that. 3. The gong is a little twisted at the beginning. Theme: The meaning of life lies in breathing