"The sky is blue, the ground is yellow, the west wind is strong, and the wild geese from the north are flying south. Who is drunk in the frost forest at dawn? People always cry when they leave."
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"Ms. Lou, the cancer tissue has spread. According to current medical technology, your disease..."
Lou Yue clenched his hands tightly. The hands were also tortured by the pain, so thin that only a thin layer of skin was left wrapped around the bones, making them look so fragile.
Shi Yuan couldn't bear to look at the girl in front of him, and finally told her tactfully that she only had two months left to live.
"Okay, thank you Dr. Shi." Lou Yue picked up the final medical certificate, bowed slightly, and finally gave Shi Yuan an ugly smile before turning around and gently closing the office door.
At noon in early autumn, the sun hangs warmly high in the blue sky.
Lou Yue felt tears falling to the ground drop by drop, which were so dazzling under the reflection of the sun. She couldn't bear it any longer, and slowly squatted down, burying her head deeply in her arms, and finally lost sight of the dazzling light.
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Before meeting Lou Yue, Yan Huishi's life and work were smooth sailing.
But after becoming Ms. Lou's editor, Yan said she had a headache when faced with authors who disappeared from time to time. Until later, he became the first person she saw every morning when she opened her eyes, and the last person she said good night to before going to bed every night. He thought they would always be happy.
When Yan returned, she also asked Lou Yue why she became a writer. At that time, she said, "My life is only a few decades, and I can't do anything earth-shattering. But I want to prove that I have been in this world. A hundred years later, maybe someone will remember me because of my words."
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"Words are immortal and thoughts last forever. This is my dream."
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