It was quite late when Song Yanqing saw WeChat, before the last evening class, and he had not noticed her message before.

When I came to her classroom, I saw her lying on the table writing papers, with no energy at all.

At that time, he frowned, knocked on the door, called someone out, and gave her the medicine.

I feel a little guilty.

"I didn't see it, sorry."

She said it was okay, her voice was very thin and soft, her face was pale, and she said thank you.

At that time, arts and sciences were divided into two classrooms, and the two classrooms were far apart. The school did not allow mobile phones, so it had no control over Song Yanqing. Cheng Xuran borrowed the mobile phone of a boy in the class to log in to WeChat and send messages.

"Why didn't you call me?"

Sometimes I really feel that she is very awkward.

It's obviously a matter of one or two sentences.

But she seems to really don't want to trouble others, and she blushes when she's embarrassed.

In fact, it's nothing to him.

"I'm afraid you're busy." The girl said, "Besides, I went home after evening classes, so it's not a big deal."

Just so weird.

Song Yanqing also felt strange.

Otherwise, why would I feel uncomfortable?

Song Yanqing stared at her twice and said with a calm expression, "I'll call you directly from now on."

She was a little embarrassed because everyone in the class was looking at them through the window. After all, boys from other classes looking for girls was a very sensitive topic in adolescence.

"I still have to do the papers, so I'll go back first, thank you."

"Yes." Song Yanqing handed her the thermos cup, "I don't care if others borrow it, just use hot water to take the medicine."

"Thank you."

Song Yanqing turned around and left.

Could you please stop being so cramped next time?

Is it difficult to tell him something?

Anyway, after that, Song Yanqing set a pin.

It's always been like that.

Until I go to Jianghang University and report, add WeChat. I was stunned for two seconds when I saw the only name at the top.

So unfamiliar that I canceled it easily.

The reason why people are human is that they don’t have a God’s perspective.

Dark clouds cover the moon in the sky, and the remaining light shines back to the ending.

……

……

I have never troubled others since I was a child.

It's indeed a habit.

How dare you delay him.

In my senior year of high school, I learned that my mother was seriously ill and had terminal breast cancer.

There are also other ailments that accumulate in the body over the years.

Surgery is dangerous.

The family kept it a secret and never told her.

From the diagnosis more than a year ago to now.

Cheng Xuran couldn't believe how long they kept it secret from her, if she hadn't accidentally discovered the case.

"You are a senior in high school, and your mother doesn't want to influence you..."

"Dad knows that you are a very strong girl, so now, please promise dad to focus on studying. You don't have to worry about family matters. Trust dad, dad will solve it. Let's spend this time with mom together. After this difficult time, your mother’s illness will be cured when you are admitted to college.”

The pressure is so overwhelming that I can't breathe. I run back and forth between school and hospital every day without stopping.

Cheng Xuran believed his father's words.

I also hate myself for believing my father’s words

But a certain sentence from his father was indeed correct. Cheng Xuran did have a strong character. This kind of strength was not exposed to the outside, but was introverted and stubborn. He would never look back until he hit a wall.

During that time, friends at school asked her what was wrong, but Cheng Xuran said nothing.

Cheng Jiaoxiao had heard about it a little bit, because Cheng Xuran's father went everywhere to borrow money for treatment expenses, and his father took one hundred thousand.

"Don't tell others, this is my own family matter."


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