Nine-year-old Xie Qingmin first met 11-year-old Xie Yanan in the lobby on the first floor of Huaijing Municipal Hospital. He stood at the door, slightly raising his head and looking at the stormy sky, feeling a little depressed. Why did it rain so unluckily? It suddenly started raining when I was in an emergency and didn't bring an umbrella. I didn't know when it would stop.
Suddenly, a black umbrella appeared in front of him. Looking up along the thin white arm, he saw a boy slightly older than himself.
"Hello... I see that you seem to be in a hurry. If you don't mind, you can use my umbrella."
He saw the person in front of him speak softly and say such a sentence.
Seventeen-year-old Xie Jian'an met fifteen-year-old Xing Qingmin "for the first time" in the ward where he stayed after a car accident. At this time, more than two months have passed since the operation, and I will be discharged from the hospital soon. The young man stood among the people who came to visit, holding a small bouquet of pink baby's breath and wearing a familiar red string on his thin wrist.
Escape from death made him forget many people and many things.
He didn't recognize this silent and melancholy young man either.
At the end of that day's visit, the boy who was more conspicuous among the crowd finally walked up to him and presented him with the bouquet of flowers.
"An... Xie An, congratulations to you! I wish you a speedy recovery.
"Also... My name is Xing Qingmin, I hope you can remember it. "
He was in a trance for a moment. This boy who looked a little younger than him reminded me of that vague and important rainy day six years ago for no reason.
He suddenly had a strange feeling
——He should have remembered this person.
In the following years, he never saw this young man named Xing Qingmin again.
When the 21-year-old Xie Jian'an, who was about to enter his junior year of college, went home to sort out his old things, he found a box of tapes in which he recorded guitar music played by someone he was not very proficient in, and a young boy's hesitant confession.
"Is this...? "
The mother's eyes slowly turned red: "It's Qingmin, you used to be the most..." - Stopped abruptly.
When Xie Qingmin appeared in front of him again as a freshman, Xie Jian'an's heartbeat began to beat irregularly, just like the unusual "first meeting" with him in the ward.
Xing Qingmin is back, and once again comes to understand Xian'an, bringing with him the past and love that he can't remember. They met again, got close again, and fell in love again. Xie Jian'an even felt that this was better - now he knew how to cherish Xie Qingmin better.
Until he found the hidden diagnosis certificate in the drawer of Xin Qingmin's room:
Fulminant myocarditis
Concept: Forgetting is gentle Lingchi, while love is an eternal terminal disease
