Mom, if I never left you and lived my whole life like this, would you dislike me?
Of course I don't dislike it. I hope you are healthy and as evergreen as an apple tree.
People may not be able to escape the fate of death after all. Throughout Chen Yang's years, she never thought that one day a person with white hair would give a person with black hair a gift.
What would she do if she had 360 days left?
Chen Yang stood at the door of the hospital, reaching out to block part of the light. The whine of the ambulance was accompanied by the flashing red lights, playing the game of life; passers-by were coming and going with more or less sick sheets and medicines in their hands; the sun was shining brightly and there were no clouds in the sky, and Chen Yang was walking among the crowd as if he had nothing to do with it.
The medical staff passing by asked her kindly: "The registration is on the other side. Do you need help, ma'am?"
Chen Yang pursed his lips: "No, thank you."
She walked slowly outside, swimming against the current.
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In a large area of yellow land, Chen Yang was wearing a furry straw hat and lying with her legs crossed under a tree. Haystacks could be seen everywhere. At this time, a lump of wet mud fell in front of her with a "splat". Chen Yang looked through the gap between the hats in the direction of the throw.
A middle-aged woman with wheat-colored skin was half-buried in the field with her trouser legs rolled up. There was a floral towel on her head, and she yelled at her with a fierce look on her face:
"Chen Xiaohua, you want to die! You have to go home and sleep!"
Chen Yang turned his head and pretended not to hear, then turned around and blocked the shot in one go.
In the warm sunshine of April, there was a lot of noise outside the field ridge, and the people on the field ridge gradually fell asleep.
Good day.
Intention: There are only more than 30,000 days in a person's life. Unfortunately, I am a short-lived ghost.