June is our farewell song

There was so much snow that it only fell yesterday, and the weather was fine again.

Winter is officially coming to an end, senior high school students are also entering the final sprint stage, all other extracurricular activities have been cancelled, and only one free activity class is left every day.Coming out of the stele corridor, when passing the bulletin board downstairs in the teaching building, he noticed the leaflet of the [-]-day swearing-in meeting posted on it. Gu Yuan took a bite of the glutinous rice balls he bought in the supermarket in the morning, and remembered what Chen Ge kept repeating during the class meeting last week. The last hundred days.

One hundred days, 24 hours a day, deducting the time for eating and sleeping, in fact, there is not much left.

Speaking of which, now is the beginning of the final stage, but everyone's nerves have been tense since half a year earlier.

On the way to the stairs, Gu Yuan finished his last breakfast in two bites, and saw Wen Jin standing in the garden outside the classroom, looking down at the lush green koi pond.Gu Yuan reflexively wanted to wave at her, but at the same time felt that doing so was too proactive, and his hand hurt so badly, so he endured it, but the girl seemed to turn her head in response, and when she looked over, Gu Yuan heaved a sigh of relief.

After throwing away the plastic bag in his hand, he walked down the cobbled path and stood shoulder to shoulder with the girl who was waiting there.

"The fish are all gone."

Wen Jin's voice had a cool and moist feeling like a tranquilizer, and Gu Yuan felt very moved when he realized that she regarded him as a friend. Too many things happened this weekend, Qing Si's death, after that Lu Chen who has evaporated from the world, Qi Yu and Feng Ziqiu's uncertain weather, and Yang Hao who seems to be brewing a bigger conspiracy with his lingering ghost, although it is only two short days, it seems like a century.

It was the first time we met after the recruitment interview of the Literature Club. Gu Yuan really wanted to know what Wen Jin was up to during this time.

"Yesterday, we were all in the hospital, and in the end...we still couldn't get a good result."

"Yeah." The girl nodded, "I already know it from other people,"

"Although I have known for a long time that the success rate is very low, it is still very sad."

"It must be very sad, that guy." Wen Jin said, "I can't draw anymore."

"Painting? What do you mean?"

"It's her, Liu Qingsi." Wen Jin turned to look at him and said, "That girl actually likes to draw."

"What is it? She is the president of the literary club, and she is a genius..." Gu Yuan suddenly realized something when he said this. Yesterday he still wondered why Qing Si, who was recognized as a talented literary girl, left behind There will be a painting album in the thing, "Why do you think she likes painting so much?"

"Need a reason?"

"Need it."

"It's just a feeling."

"No, I need a more detailed reason."

"It's really pushing an inch. People will hate you if you talk like this."

"Then you hate me?"

"Do not."

"Then go ahead."

"Although there is no particular reason, we went to her house to draw a publicity draft for the sports meeting. As a result, her desk was full of painting supplies, and they were all high-end supplies, which are not used by ordinary amateurs. And Although the things she drew that day were not perfect, they were all very unique works." Wen Jin pursed her lips, Gu Yuan couldn't see whether she meant good or bad by saying that.

"So you came to the conclusion that she likes to draw?" Gu Yuan questioned, "It's too arbitrary, so it can't be that she has attended training classes just to develop an extra skill?"

"Do you really think so?"

The boy suddenly looked like a frosted eggplant:

"No."

"If she was really a student from the training class, her drawing skills wouldn't be so bad, she couldn't even hold the most basic brush correctly, even if she was the worst student from the worst teacher, she wouldn't even be able to do this. I can’t do all kinds of things well.” Wen Jin turned her head and glanced at the liberal arts intensive class next to her, “But her painting is not bad, to be honest, she is better than many art students who have studied for a year or two, but , that’s all.”

Gu Yuan followed her gaze and found that Yang Hao was standing outside Wen Qiang's class, talking to someone through the window. Due to the reflection of the rising sun, Gu Yuan couldn't see the person's face clearly, but judging from the seat, it should be ...

Chi Yu.

What is this guy planning...

"Your face is ugly."

"It's okay...you continue to talk. Her painting skills are poor, but her painting is not bad. What does this mean?"

"It means that she has never received systematic training." Wen Jin took a deep look at her, "The ability to draw to that level depends entirely on self-study and interest, and it is necessary to practice to that level when holding the pen is wrong. It takes a long time to work hard, so it can be judged that she really likes painting."

"So that's the case, but she... has always been regarded as a literary genius, and it is indeed the case. Her words and the things she wrote are beyond the reach of most people in their entire lives."

"That's true." Wen Jin nodded, "Then do you think she likes literature?"

Gu Yuan was taken over by her, and his tone hesitated unconsciously.Liu Qingsi likes reading and writing, which seems to be a matter of course. Everyone thinks so, including him naturally.But now that Wen Jin asked him this question, he dared not give an affirmative answer.

"Should... like it."

"You don't have to, she really likes it. You can tell from the fact that she never leaves the book. You have known her for so long. Do you still need to doubt and hesitate?"

"I……"

"So, she is lucky. Even if her talents and favorites don't completely overlap, she still has the best alternative." Wen Jin's eyes fell on Chi Yu who was in the classroom not far away, "If it wasn't for this incident If she is sick, she must be able to live a very happy life. However, not everyone is so lucky. It is common for talents and hobbies to be in opposite directions. If you don’t like what you are good at, and you can’t do what you like well, it will be really torture.”

"Wen Jin..."

"Ok?"

Wen Jin looked over and stared into the boy's eyes.

"Do you... like drawing?"

The girl looked away and fell back into the koi pond, after a short silence.

"I don't know, I should like it."

"Not sure?"

"Well, because there is nothing else to like." Wen Jin's tone was flat, "I don't remember what I was like before I started painting. As long as I can remember, I was considered very talented child, so I have been drawing for 13 years now.”

The surface was calm, but Gu Yuan could hear a faint trembling hesitation from her plain tone, her heart tightened inexplicably, and she always kept her eyes high and didn't care about the girls around her, but at this moment she exuded a sense of fragility .

"So, that's it. I don't know anything except painting, and I don't even have a decent friend. Although, I don't need it."

It seems that the girl who was about to leave said such a sentence, with a cold and flat tone, but she did not have the firmness and arrogance of the past. She is not a violent girl genius art student who is respected and kept at a distance.
"We... are also friends, right?"

"Um... let's do it."

Wen Jin, who had always looked displeased since we met, suddenly smiled brightly, Gu Yuan was taken aback, and the girl had disappeared without a trace.

I couldn't say goodbye, but in the same school, there is always a chance to meet again.

All kinds of thoughts filled my head.

Because of the talent that has always been admired and praised by others, he was involuntarily pushed onto a path that he didn't know whether he liked or not.The genius who is highly respected by teachers, parents and classmates ignores that they are just ordinary girls who are physically and mentally immature. They will get hurt, cry and be confused... I always feel that this is too much. Ye Qiuling seems to be in the same situation. Forced to practice the violin that I didn't want to practice at all.

No, compared to this, there should be another situation that is more tormenting, which is what Wen Jin just said——

"I don't like what I'm good at, and I can't do what I like well."

Just thinking about it hurts.

Gu Yuan went upstairs while thinking, but because his body was too weak, he had to stop to rest after walking only two floors. At the corner where no one was around, the boy rested on the railing, top-heavy, and had a premonition of fainting .At this time, someone patted him on the shoulder, and immediately heard the figure that was about to be engraved on his soul.

"Hey, are you okay?"

As soon as I heard this, I felt irritable for no reason, and the resentment that pervaded the bottom of my heart suddenly burst out.

"You don't need to meddle in your own business! Get lost..."

Qi Yu took a step back in fright.

In the boy's pupils, the girl's face showed a frightened and resentful expression, her face wrinkled into a ball, and she habitually sniffed like a kitten.And behind her on the two steps below, Yang Hao stood there with a relaxed smile on his face.

"I wanted to care about you..."

Qi Yu regained his composure, glared at him angrily, and then ran straight upstairs.

"No, I'm not...Qi Yu, wait..."

Before the words were spoken, the girl had already disappeared.

"It's over, she seems to be very angry." Yang Hao walked up and stood with Gu Yuan, "I was already in a bad mood before, and I'm afraid it will be difficult now."

"Yeah..." Gu Yuan's voice sounded like a grieving ghost crawling out of hell, "It's all because of..."

"Me?" Yang Hao grinned, "No, it's all caused by you yourself, I didn't do anything, if you don't believe me, you can ask them yourself."

After finishing speaking, he leaned into Gu Yuan's ear and asked softly:

"Aren't you going to be overwhelmed? Looking at you now, you are injured, your body is weak, and your relationships are broken. You are almost at your limit?" Yang Hao touched Gu Yuan's arm, and pinched the wound precisely again. Department, "But it's not over yet, the next part is the most exciting part, I hope you can persevere, and don't surrender so soon."

"I'm not only going to stick with it, but I'm going to double down on it."

"I really hold a grudge," Yang Hao moved his shoulders carrying his schoolbag, and said slowly, "If you want to take revenge, do it as soon as possible, or you will lose your chance."

"It's like saying goodbye forever, why, dying?"

"Almost, but it's not me." Yang Hao finally said, "By the way, let me tell you a little secret, the main reason for the failure of the operation is that there is no suitable organ matching, so the success rate is so low. But in fact, the former A few days ago, someone was in a car accident and was willing to donate his organs, and it happened to be a match. If there is a suitable match, the success rate of the operation can rise to 70.00%. But unfortunately, organ transplantation There is also a queue."

Gu Yuan looked over in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"Well...there are two patients who were successfully matched. Because they come first, first served, she is actually ranked second. It's just that the boy in front is not that serious, so Dr. Li actually wants to transplant this lung to the patient. There is no problem with the girl, after all, first aid is first to save people. If the operation is completed without anyone noticing, it is naturally impossible for anyone to say anything. Organ donation is the inside news of the hospital. Love, and no one will make trouble."

Hearing this, Gu Yuan already understood what he was going to say.

"So it's you..."

"Yeah, I told the news to the boy's family. That's right. First come, first served. What's more, he is also terminally ill and waiting for an organ transplant. Although he is fine now, who can say for sure, and the operation of the hospital It doesn't comply with the regulations, so I can only give in under the circumstances." Yang Hao stretched his waist towards the sun, "This kind of information is very difficult to obtain, and I wasted so many weekends to be a volunteer. , get on good terms with those empty-headed nurses. Hard work pays off, right?"

"Are you kidding me! You! Cough cough! Cough!" Gu Yuan coughed angrily. He used all his strength to pinch Yang Hao's wrist, but how could a person who was so weak that he was about to pass out be able to hold onto a man full of energy? The hands were easily thrown away.

"I advise you to take a good rest. If you collapse so quickly, I will be bored."

Glancing at the students and teachers coming up from the stairs, Yang Hao put his hand on his lips and made a silent gesture.

"These things are all secrets, I'm only telling you, shhh—"