After five years of studying a major that had no interest in her, Songying led the most unorthodox life after graduation - not going to graduate school or taking the civil service exam, and instead turned to work in public welfare undertakings that did not make any money but cost money.
Teaching in Dashan.
Plant trees in the desert.
Responsible for rescue at the coast.
Protect wildlife in the rainforest.
The next stop was to be a volunteer in the hospice ward.
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The atmosphere of the hospice ward was not as depressing as she had imagined, with warm colors, tranquility wrapped in morning mist, and the scent of jasmine.
Turning around, she met a boy with cold white skin, as quiet as a shadow, like an old rice paper filled with stories.
She stood in front of him and introduced herself with a smile: "My name is Songying, the firefly's firefly. What about you? Are you also a volunteer here?"
He said: "Qing Ye, night night."
She thought of a sentence: The light of fireflies can also illuminate the night.
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Later, the early summer wind carried the fragrance of locust flowers, and she saw fireflies guarding the entire night sky.
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*A short story, within 100,000 words
*Not a sad tone, warm and healing
*Free text, no v
Intention: Love life and pursue bravely
