Additional content following the earlier No. 0 Hospital~~ The other one was finished and submitted for a themed event... so I can't continue it as a serial... I'll carry on here~~ I know whether I'll finish writing this or not = =|||
Still a short story
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A short story told from the perspective of a mental patient.
The white cherry blossoms, the head nurse, and the doctor who always looks out for him... vanish one by one as the light arrives...
No. 0 Hospital
Was it a bloody dream, or the beginning of life's journey?
Look over here...→→→→This is a short story~ It probably won't be abandoned halfway~
Theme:
It's enough to make an eleven-episode animation.
…Cycle? Don't understand I don't understand enough...
This world may be really beautiful...
Review it again... Ah, the beginning of our friendship... Author's reply: Ah haha yes yes But Koi Children's Shoes, the beginning of our friendship is "The Only Flower in the World" = =
I still like Han Lu's comic "Hospital Zero" more. Have you read it, the author? Author's reply: I saw it and borrowed the name. However, the content is completely different from the author's reply: I wonder if this great master knows Yougui?
Wow, bring me some tissues~~
I want to cry!! I really want to cry... Cat, bring me the paper!!
The cat was so moved = =... Wiped away tears... I was even more moved when I read Xiaojing's long comment than when I wrote it myself… My first long review in my life~Yeah~Although I have only one day left before school~I will try my best to fill it up~~(It seems not very convincing = =||) Thank you Koi for the words that were written into the heart of the cat~ Thank you to those who support me~... Hehe, comfort yourself~
For this article, Koi starts with the article itself. When I saw the copywriting, Koi's eyes lit up, "Mental Hospital", okay, whoever can think of this theme must be good. Looking at the title of the article "Hospital No. Zero", it suddenly became clear that "zero" is a real number, but its existence is just like its own shape, an empty circle that seems to be able to swallow everything without any sense of security or existence. This hospital, this story has a general outline in my heart - just like the confusion in the wind and rain, it is the starting point of everything, a long-lost dream. In the first chapter, I couldn't see the reason for anything, but Cat's writing style left the deepest impression on me. The diction and plot are both gorgeous, but just right. It captures such a gorgeous degree very well, just like a beautiful tulle skirt, half gorgeous and half elegant. At first glance, Mao's writing seems to have a comic style, but if you taste it carefully, it is not difficult to find that the unique spirit in Mao's article is the backbone of the article, and the comic-like picture is Mao's own style of writing. There is no trace of other people's writing in his own writing. This alone is very successful. As I read on, I saw the true soul of this article, love. Yes, the mental hospital is a scary place, but in Cat's writing it is made of love. Abel who paid a heavy price to take care of Liz, No. 3 Who cared for Liz, the boy who returned the necklace... A series of events that happened one after another, compact and logical, all made me see the pure white side of the world. The cold fence is the head nurse. Abel, who was stabbed by the crazy Liz, said that the viscous liquid was tears. Why should he shed tears? ... Just shed tears. What a ridiculous lie, but for Liz, who was blind, this was enough. With Abel, the head nurse, and the white cherry blossoms... There was hope. From here on, the story becomes vivid, full, and resonates with readers. It also once again shows the author's profound writing skills and deep ideological realm. Just like a pond, cats allow me to really see the colorful world under the water instead of just a few leaves of duckweed. Later, with the eyes given by Abel, Liz saw Qin, the girl abandoned by her relatives. Who was she singing non-stop for? This world? Or is it your own destiny? Maybe she doesn't understand anything... Just sad. Cat makes good use of contrast between the cruelty and bloodiness of the real world and the beautiful fairy-tale dream constructed by Abel. Later, they came to Flower Street. White Sakura, where are you? Why are there no flowers in Flower Street? Cat's eyes were full of filth, but Cat didn't point it out. He just narrated it in side description, which made it even more memorable. Qin became even more crazy. She didn't expect that the true face of the world was like this. She kept singing and singing. She didn't know how else to express her fear besides singing. She wanted to escape... At this point, the article comes to an end, but it leaves more questions for us to think about. Xiaojing himself was deeply touched. It seemed that he had not encountered such a thought-provoking article for a long time. "This is a mental hospital." "The ones being transported away were the caregivers who unfortunately died during the patient's illness." "What's dripping is blood." "Abel gave Liz the eyes." "Abel was killed by Liz." "Have you ever seen white cherry blossoms?" ——Now, the white cherry blossoms exist in my heart. ——All purity and beauty. Mao's articles made me unable to help but pursue something, and made me unable to help but question loudly - is this world really beautiful? Put on a mask called numbness and put it all aside? Those sages said - this is the best of times, this is the worst of times, this is heaven, this is... Hell. One day, I will see that beauty is no longer fleeting, and I will see that beautiful butterfly flap its wings again, fly across the ocean, and pursue it. I know that the reason for flying across the ocean is the waiting on the other side. It is no longer nothingness and my hands are no longer full of water vapor. I only dedicate this comment to the passing white cherry blossom. I watched it wither and watch its petals floating all over the ground. I quietly picked up a piece and observed it quietly. What kind of texture was it and what kind of mood did it bring? Put the memories into the crystal bottle...
I admire the author's quality and skills. It's a really good article that makes people think of many warm and sad things unconsciously. Please keep up the good work! Looking forward to the following~