designer who lives in the next room

The window was still open, and the water was still sticking to my body, and it was really cold when the wind came in.

Every breath hurt, she couldn't reach for water, she couldn't reach the box of medicine that fell under the couch.

That box of pills that would help her ease her pain.

I don't know how long it took, Hasegawa Nanae's body recovered some strength, and she could move slowly.

Her lungs still hurt, but she was able to slowly climb up again.

She gritted her teeth and got the box of medicine from under the sofa, stuffed it into her mouth, and swallowed it.

It's not a magic medicine, so her body is still hurting.

"Why?"

She climbed onto the sofa and thought in her heart, it was obviously not like this before.

He wouldn't fall ill at this time, he could sing a song obviously?

Hasegawa Nanae was covered with a thin quilt, still curled up together.

Her eyes looked desperate and pained.

The eyes didn't meet, and she seemed to be no longer thinking.

She gradually felt the effect of the medicine, and her lungs no longer hurt so much when breathing.

But she knew it was just numbing her body because of the morphine.

Volume [-]#Forget it

Hasegawa Nanae didn't know how long it had passed, but she just curled up on the sofa and wrapped herself in a thin quilt.

She could feel that her body was much better, except that she was still very tired, everything else was the same as normal.

There is no need for pain in the body, and breathing has become much smoother.

The knee was broken, but the pain was nothing compared to the pain in the lungs just now.

She curled up on the sofa motionless, quietly looking at the hourglass on the table.

It takes 10 minutes to rotate once. She forgot when she bought it. She probably thought it was fun and bought it without thinking about it.

She would only move once the hourglass was drained, to turn the hourglass over one by one, and then continue to curl up on the sofa and look at the hourglass.

She didn't know how many times she had turned over, but it had been many times anyway.

Although there is morphine in the medicine it takes, it can calm her down while she is in labor pain.

If you are full, your stomach will not feel hungry, your body is already dry, and it is very warm wrapped in a quilt.

The windows are still not closed, and the wind can still blow in through the windows.

Her hair hadn't been dried, and her already long hair had already wet the sofa.

But she didn't want to move at all, she had no strength.

She knew that she would catch a cold if she continued like this, but her body was still heavy, as if she had been filled with lead, and she would feel very strenuous when trying to flip the hourglass with her hands.

There were medicines on the floor that she hadn't picked up, which fell out of the bottle when they fell, and the white pills were scattered on the ground.

I don't know how many kinds of medicines there are, but they are scattered on the ground in various colors. If you don't look carefully, you may think it is Skittles.

But if it was really skittles, she wished that these were delicious candies, because every time they ate them, they would bring her pain.

Hasegawa Nanae has not been in good health since she was a child. I don't know what kind of family inheritance disease is inherited from generation to generation. It happened to her father like that, and it was directly inherited from her grandma to her.

She has been taking a lot of medicine since she was a child, and Hasegawa Nanae has long liked the feeling of being a medicine jar.

She has almost never eaten barbecue, and she has never eaten hot pot, no matter what she eats, it is very light.

Don't dare to put too much salt.

When the disease flares up, I can only eat white rice porridge for many days, and I can't even eat pickles.

Although the family was well-nourished, Hasegawa Nanae also knew that the medicines she took were expensive. Although the family could afford them, she still felt sad to see her parents getting up early and working late at night.

Parents have never complained about her, it can't be helped, no one wants to get sick.

Hasegawa Nanae has been very sensible since she was a child, and she never complained when she took those nasty medicines, and she would be very painful when she got sick, but she almost never cried.

She doesn't want her parents to worry about her.

She also ate with relish the tasteless white rice porridge.

Of course she wanted to eat those kebabs too, the spicy stuff, because it smelled delicious and made her drool.

But there is no way, the medicine she takes herself will not work if she eats something, so she is very sensible and has never touched those foods.

She was often hospitalized when she was young, and she has become a frequent visitor to the hospital. Almost every doctor and nurse in the inpatient department knows her.

"A very strong kid."

Doctors and nurses say so.

At that time, she was exposed to music and couldn't go out to play, and she couldn't read books. Of course, her mother knew that she would feel bored.

Although she never said such a thing.

No children come back to see her, and she has almost no friends at school who is always hospitalized.

She also fell in love with music at that time, and listened to many different styles of music, Japanese, Chinese, American, modern, and classical.

She has been in touch.

Occasionally she would sing along, which really comforted her mother.

Hasegawa Nanae, who is not physically strong enough to do other things, would be great if she could do something related to music.

She sings very well and is also interested in music, but her physical strength is not a problem when she sings.

However, when God closes a door for you, it does not necessarily leave a window for you.

Hasegawa Nanae's window was sternly closed by the sky when she was in high school.

Hasegawa Nanae, who has initially shown brilliance in music, was found to have asthma in high school.

At that time, she went to the hospital for an examination because she always said that she had difficulty breathing and her lungs still hurt a little.

For asthma, I can’t breathe, I feel shortness of breath, and I still feel very painful. How can I continue to sing in such a situation?

Her mother didn't tell her about it, but she already knew, she could read the medical records, and she knew her own mother, and knew where she would hide the medical records.

Faced with all this, Hasegawa Nanae understood that her window was sealed.

I always get sick in the morning and night, and I have more medicine in my bag.

Since elementary school, except for a few books, my schoolbag has been stuffed full of drugs.

It doesn't matter if you add a few more bottles of medicine.

But Hasegawa Nanae understands that the only thing she likes may not be able to continue.

Say goodbye.

She didn't show a little bit of sadness in front of her parents. Although she was very sad when she was sick, and although she felt very painful when she lost her reason, she never complained in front of her parents.

She never complained about why her parents gave her such a body.

She didn't complain about why the pain would be her.

She is always the one who has never complained about why she can't do what she likes.

She always smiles at her parents, because they are very tired.

Working hard and taking care of her, a useless guy.

Coughing in the middle of the night always wakes up my parents, who obviously have to go to work the next morning.

But during that time, she always locked herself in her bedroom when her parents went back to the bedroom to rest.

Lie on the bed and cry.

But she has never cried out, and every time she tears, the quilt will be wet, but she just never cried out.

After going to university, there was also a band on campus, which she yearned for very much. She always hid in a corner and watched the band rehearse, watched them play drums and guitar, talking and laughing.

She was also spotted by the band because she was there for every rehearsal.

So she was invited, but she didn't say yes.

Although she yearned for it, there was no way she could drag others down because of herself.

She never went to the band rehearsal after that.

The band never approached her again.

They also didn't realize that when they went to the live house to perform, the person who stood in the crowd and forgot to cheer for them was Hasegawa Nanae.

If you can't sing, be one who doesn't speak.

So she tried the guitar, but the "window" was still closed, and she couldn't even open it.

From that time on, Hasegawa Nanae gradually closed herself off, and she was always alone.

Sometimes she also wonders why she is like this.

She came to Yokohama to go to school because her parents wanted her to continue singing, and they said they would use all the money to cure her illness.

But she refused, chose a major she didn't like at all, and came to Yokohama.

She wants to sing, but she can't make her parents work hard anymore.

The day she left, she said she didn't like music anymore.

It's all lies, she usually finds places like KTV or live house for her part-time job, and her favorite place to go is the live house, where she can listen to music, watch performances, and hear the bands communicating with each other.

She could imagine herself standing on the stage.

Imagine the "star river" that the audience made for her.

But it's just thinking about it.

For her own body, of course she understood.

Although I took a lot of medicine and my condition got better, one song is the limit.

It's really the limit, and I don't have the strength to speak anymore.

The hourglass in front of Hasegawa Nanae had stopped for a long time, and she didn't reach out to turn it over again.

"why?"

"Why was it possible to sing a song yesterday, a complete song?"

"Why is it not working now? Isn't asthma much better? Why did it become like this?"

Hasegawa Nanae's tears flowed from the corners of her eyes again, and she didn't cry out as before.

"What should Xinghe do?"

"What should we do with Feng's ideal?"

She asked herself in her heart, if she couldn't sing with Feng, she couldn't let Feng see her ideal.

Then how can she help Feng and help her realize her dream?

Feng sent her a text message, and she saw that the phone was by her side.

"I found my guitar. Although there is a lot of dust, the tone is still very good. Let's see when you are free. Let's practice."

Feng wrote it like this, but Nanae Hasegawa didn't reply like that.

How do I go back?Say you can't sing anymore?

why?She didn't want to tell Feng, because she would definitely be very worried, and she could see that Feng was that kind of person.

"What exactly are we going to do?"

Although her body didn't hurt anymore, her heart ached.

It hurts like hell, every beat hurts.

Feng didn't continue to send her text messages either, maybe because he thought she was still busy and lived to clean the guitar again.