"Some snow falls to the ground and becomes poetry; some love lasts until death."
At the well-known painter Wen Kexin's solo exhibition "Winter Passes", a painting called "Snow Blindness" caused a sensation - the figure in the middle of the snow was blurred, except for a dark red stain on the heart like solidified blood. When reporters asked about the inspiration for her creation, she turned the ring on her ring finger, which was modified with surgical scissors, and gave a breathtaking answer: "This is the scar of an old myocardial infarction on the T2-weighted image." Eight years ago, on the first snowy night in medical school, pediatrician Lin Suichuan froze the camellia with liquid nitrogen in the autopsy room, and said to Wen Kexin: "When we thaw when we are seventy, the sound of tonight's snow must still be hidden in the DNA sequence." Three years ago, a major earthquake swallowed up the tents of the mountain medical team. When the search and rescue team dug up Lin Suichuan's body from the rubble, they found a paper airplane in his chest pocket that read: "Give WKX - the corneal refractive index is 1.376, Which means that every piece of snow will pass through my eyes first." Now, Wen Kexin, who is gradually losing his sight, frantically reproduces the memory of snow on the canvas until he sees his corneal donation code on the follow-up report: 20121129-WKX - that is the date of the first snowfall and the anniversary of his death. When medicine becomes the most accurate mourning poem, when snowflakes become the cleanest tombstone.
◆ Digital cryptography narrative (twin date puzzles of 2012.11.29 And 1.25)
"Wen Kexin," he wrote in his last letter, "you will live longer than the snow."
But she has already suffered from a disease more deadly than snow blindness - Missing can still survive at minus 201.2 Degrees Celsius.
Intention: Reunion