Rebirth after the college entrance examination

Chapter 2: The Unkind Little Meatball, Late Stage
so beautiful.

Xia An had eaten and seen this in his previous life, but he was still amazed by the woman in front of him.

There are clusters of flowers under the school wall.

The pink roses, the purple morning glories, the strong colors squeeze into the eyes, but cannot take away her color.

The sunlight was broken up by the palm-sized leaves of the trees on the roadside, but it was still not as dazzling as her.

When I saw Xia An, she was walking towards me with bare legs and in dark patent leather high heels.

Her long chestnut hair fluttered with her steps, and her pure white, knee-length T-shirt caught the warm breeze.

As they got closer, Xia An could clearly see a layer of mist covering those rare crescent-shaped eyes.

Confirmed, not a stranger.

know.

Tang Wan is six years older than Xia An.

A very legendary figure in No. 6 Middle School.

The photos were widely circulated among the people.

The most beautiful campus beauty in the school's history, voted unanimously by male students from multiple generations.

Ranked first on the list again, no doubt about it.

Nearly two years ago, Tang Wan, who had just graduated from graduate school, returned to the provincial capital and opened a training school outside the No. 6 Middle School.

It is said that she is the boss and also teaches mathematics.

This has attracted many young men to get ready to cheat their families out of money in a legitimate way so that they can enjoy the flowers.

As a result, the second floor was renovated after half a year of painstaking effort, but was sold before it could open for business.

That was the first time Xia An saw liberal arts students lamenting that they couldn't take math classes.

After the woman's identity was confirmed, Xia An became even more curious.

Did you have a brief affair with her last night?

Why don't you have any impression at all?

In his previous life, he had met Tang Wan, who was in charge of the decoration, a few times outside the school.

At that time, she smiled brightly, and her whole body seemed to be glowing. She was so beautiful that it was breathtaking.

at this time…

Looking at Tang Wan's miserable expression, her jade-white skin almost bloodless, and her whole body exuding another kind of extreme and unique beauty, Xia An still couldn't remember the beautiful details of last night.

But... things probably won't be that simple.

Whether you sleep or not is one thing, going to the hospital is another.

Judging from Tang Wan's complexion and condition, Xia An was certain: she was ill, and probably quite seriously.

He would soon realize that he had guessed correctly.

Xia An looked calm, but was thinking.

Tang Wan seemed afraid to look him in the face. She had none of the demeanor of a former teacher. Instead, she looked like a wronged young wife.

She hesitated and handed Xia An a bottle of iced Pocari Sweat.

Xia An took it naturally and said nothing except "thank you".

Looking at the notice in his hand, Tang Wan brushed the hair away from her ear and said "Congratulations" sadly.

Gentle yet full of a sense of brokenness.

Xia An pretended to be indifferent and thanked him again.

Reason would tell him not to speak first. If he says the wrong thing, it could easily hurt others.

Tang Wan finally couldn't bear it anymore.

She bit her lip and looked at him, then spoke softly:
"Come with me to the hospital. My head hurts so much, I can't hold on any longer."

As he spoke, he took a step forward and the two of them were almost touching.

Xia An whispered her name and said, "It's also my fault. We both drank too much last night..."

With this sentence, he originally wanted to ask the question of "whether you slept or not".

But before he could finish his words, Tang Wan, thinking he was trying to avoid going to the hospital, was about to cry and shook her head to interrupt him.

"Right now, okay? I finally made up my mind.

"Really, once I'm on the operating table, whether I live or die has nothing to do with you, as long as you accompany me.

"I was too scared to be alone."

Tang Wan grabbed Xia An's arm, as if she was afraid that he would disappear in an instant.

Operation…

Major surgery or minor surgery?

Xia An believed that if it was a minor operation, it would most likely be an abortion.

But does this kind of surgery require more than one person?

Not only does this make no sense, it's illogical.

Xia An retreated again, and Tang Wan continued to follow.

With the good intention of not assuming that the person had a terminal illness, Xia An said tentatively:
"How about you find a relative? Relatives are indeed a bit inconvenient, but what about a friend?"

Tang Wan shook her head and said anxiously, "Why are you like this? You clearly agreed last night." "You said you would accompany me to the hospital if I treated you to a drink. Now we've had the wine and we have the phone bill."

"Yes, and you drank my water..."

Did she pay for the phone bill?

Drink some water...Xia An wanted to laugh but held it back.

Seeing that Tang Wan was so anxious that she even brought this up, like a child playing house and acting like a spoiled child, it was obvious that she was anxious to a certain extent.

There was no guarantee that they would not be seen by acquaintances at the school gate, and Xia An could not bear to shake her off, so he led her to the corner of the street.

Among the flowers, countless butterflies fluttered their wings and danced gracefully, collecting nectar.

Seeing that Xia An remained indifferent and calm, and most likely intended to deny his mistake once he sobered up, Tang Wan was overcome with grief.

She squatted down and buried her head in her knees, crying bitterly.

"I've tried everything. Surgery is the only option left, Xia An..."

Tang Wan sobbed and raised her face, tears streaming down her face.

"If I hadn't met you last night and you hadn't asked me to go with you, I would have wanted to get drunk to death in the bar.

"Xia An, I don't want to die. The doctor said I must have surgery, otherwise I won't live more than half a year..."

--hiss
Case solved.

It's really a terminal illness.

Tang Wan's miserable expression made Xia An frown. She was really too pitiful and a pity.

Tang Wan continued to speak to him quietly:
"I can sign a waiver agreement for you. As long as you watch me go into the operating room, you won't be held responsible even if I die. Okay?
"If, if that's the case..."

After a pause, she handed over the small handbag, as if she had made up her mind.

"I still have some money in my savings account. Please buy me an urn and bury me in the Lotus Hill Cemetery. I have already bought a plot of land next to my parents'.

“I don’t need a funeral, no one will come.

"The remaining money is enough to cover your living expenses for four years of college."

Tang Wan's subsequent words let Xia An know the details.

She was dying, with no one around her.

She was afraid, and fear followed her like a shadow since she was diagnosed.

Tang Wan didn't dare to undergo the surgery alone, and she knew that she might not have a chance of survival even if she did.

For a whole year, she was constantly wavering between suicide and living in misery.

Yesterday was the World Cup final, the grandest show for mankind began.

She was determined.

Decided to go to the most lively place and experience the hustle and bustle of the world again.

So I chose the bar.

Her idea was: even if she died of drunkenness, it would be better than waiting in agony for death to knock on her door.

And Xia Yan...

Although Xia An didn't remember, he could outline a picture from her narration.

The 19-year-old me yesterday met Tang Wan, who was seeking death, in a bar.

Maybe he was seduced by beauty, or maybe he was overwhelmed by sympathy.

I first advised her to have surgery, saying that there was always hope of prolonging her life.

And...even if the operation failed, he agreed to help with the funeral arrangements.

A young man with passion.

A beauty is envied by heaven.

Xia An said nothing.

The ultimate loneliness is having surgery alone, right?

How pitiful.

It seems that time and space have changed a bit.

Xia An pondered.

In her previous life, Tang Wan wasn't so obsessed as to top up his phone credit or block the school gate...

Could it be that he really drank himself to death last night?
In the end, she will be like Daiyu's petals buried in the soil, her beauty will fade in the blink of an eye, and she will be crushed into mud and dust?
Apart from life and death, everything else is a scratch - it is indeed true.

At this moment, Tang Wan felt dizzy and sat down on the ground.

Xia An took a breath, exhaled slowly, and reached out to help her up.

Tang Wan held him tightly, feeling the warmth of his palm, and looked deeply into his eyes.

"Come with me, okay?"

Xia An nodded and asked, "I drank too much last night and forgot where the evil little lump of flesh grew on you."

"Glioma, late stage."

Tang Wan lowered her eyes and said dejectedly.

(End of this chapter)