Eternal Summer in the Sunny Place

Seventeen-year-old Lin Xiaoyang was diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia three hundred days before the college entrance examination. He didn't tell anyone. One person does the bone puncture, another person gets the report, and the other person deletes text messages from the hospital late at night. He thought he could carry it through without disturbing anyone. But someone did not allow him to carry it alone. Zhou Shen, the brother who had been fighting for braised pork with him since the beginning, secretly went to check the bone marrow matching. Zhao Xiaoyu, the girl who loves to laugh, wrote "admitted to medical school" on her application form. And Su Nian—Su Nian is quiet, cold, and never says a word. Her younger brother died of aplastic anemia when he was five years old. She understands "loss" better than anyone. She took a detour for forty minutes every day and passed by Lin Xiaoyang's house downstairs, just to take a look; she sat in the corridor outside the ward all afternoon until he woke up; she knitted a scarf and pricked her hands several times, just because he would shrink his neck in winter. This is a long confession that started when I picked up a pen in the first year of high school and spanned ten years. It is not a vigorous love story, but a young man's growth history from the hospital bed to the stadium, from eighth from the bottom to university, from "not wanting to be a burden" to "learning to accept love". It is everyone who chooses the best way to live in the worst days. "Perseverance doesn't mean you won't get tired, it means you don't stop even when you are tired."