The sound of cars driving, the meowing of cats, the sound of teaching in the second year of high school not far away, and the buzzing in his ears, came over like fine sand, blocking all the breathing channels for Xiaoran, as if he was drowning in the air, and could only huddle in front of the desk in vain...
Slowly, she fell asleep amidst the tiny, vivid sounds.
What Xiaoran saw was a large expanse of green, but suddenly other colors broke in, a beige dress, a large bouquet of pink flowers... Xiaoran was helped up by the person in front of her in a daze, she closed her eyes, the wind moved, the rustling sound was very soft, the hazy bamboo leaves surrounded the two girls, she I don't know what kind of flower it is, but I just feel that it looks gentle. Xiaoran walks in the aisle on the right, and the girl is on the left. She holds the bamboo and walks to the end. A light mist separates them, and she is blurred. Xiaoran can see her, but she is confused... Everything around her begins to collapse and break...
"Beep - beep -" The instruments in the ward sounded regularly, and the broken scenes were pieced together into a new look. The familiar and unfamiliar faces on the hospital bed were lingering in Xiaoran's mind. The last light in the girl's eyes dissipated, and there was nothing inside, and it became completely dead... Like a deep dry well in the desert, astringent and desolate...
"Ji."
Hmm...
"Jiji—"
The hazy scene in front of him gradually became clearer. A half-sized bird stood outside the window, tilting its head and looking at the two-legged beast in front of it.
Xiaoran slowly straightened up and the bird flew away.
Her eyes were dim, and she raised her hand to silently wipe away the tears on her cheeks, only to find that she had an extra coat draped over her shoulders.
"Are you awake?" A sudden sound echoed in the empty classroom. Xiaoran stood up suddenly, and the tables and chairs made a loud noise.
He saw Yu Chuan sitting next to him, and there was a cup of steaming water on the table.
"How did you..." Xiaoran glanced at the clock hanging in the classroom in confusion, and the hands happened to be at five o'clock.
"Brown sugar ginger tea, drink it." Yu Chuan pressed Xiaoran's shoulder with one hand, and the inertia made her sit back on the chair firmly.
Xiaoran carefully picked up the water glass and took a sip.
I said thank you in a volume that was almost inaudible.
Intention: Study hard and make progress every day