The green river trickles away, and the old people are slender
Si Zhi had a dream. She dreamed about 19 years, when Cui Yishang was still here before everything started.
The dream soon dissipated. After waking up, she looked at the destined fact and didn't know what to say.
The catastrophe of 20 years was still vivid in her mind. She wanted to forget it, but found that every time she dreamed about it at midnight, it was all about Cui Yi.
Do people really have souls?
Si Zhi didn't know. She hoped there was no hope, but she also hoped it existed.
If not, there is no need to worry about the sadness of old friends or the sadness of insignificant things.
If anything, she looked toward the operating room.
Can those who die when they want to live and leave with hope still be able to say goodbye to their relatives and friends and make up for their own regrets?
The road to medicine is long.
And he is too small.
Si Zhi watched the family members praying outside the surgery room again and again. The joy of success and the sadness of announcing death could not be mixed with her own emotions, and trying to escape from the waves in the sky was an illusory idea.
Sixty-eight days and nights, no matter day or night, no matter you or me.
The trauma was too big and made her want to give up on herself; the trauma was too small and made her continue to suffer.
Maybe it's to make up for someone, or to prove myself.
In short, Si Zhi stood on the award podium at the commendation conference, showing a sense of relief that he had not experienced in seven years.
Instead of forgetting, she chose to remember and let her become the shining star to compete for.
Intention: bid farewell to the past
