Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love

[When you were seven years old, the star core destroyed your homeland, and the people of the Tianhuan tribe were displaced. In the end, it was the Oak family of the family that took you in.]

[You and Robin Sunday were arranged to the Oak Orphanage together. There were children who had lost their relatives in the war. This world has never been beautiful. The only beauty is the past of love.]

[In that natural disaster, half of your right arm was completely crushed. When you woke up from the coma, you only saw the empty cuffs.]

Strange ceiling, pungent smell of disinfectant, and snow-white window screens.

An Ming opened his eyes numbly and soon realized a fact. He had lost his entire right arm, and even his left hand was difficult to move. His whole body was wrapped with thick bandages.

"You're awake," the nurse picked up the medical record and whispered, "The right arm is comminuted and deeply contaminated by the core. In the end, the only option is to remove it, otherwise the contamination will erode the brain."

"The left hand is neurologically disordered and cannot be used normally for a short period of time. There are also some skin injuries... Are you listening?" The nurse subconsciously looked at An Ming, but the picture in front of her made her a little distracted.

In the sunlight, the halo above An Ming's head exudes a sacred glow, and in contrast, there are dark wings behind his ears.

In the endless holiness, it is stained with weird evil.

"I'm listening."

An Ming showed an elegant smile, just gently raised his left hand to block the dazzling sunlight.

"The sun is too bright."

This world is indeed gentle, and even people like him are qualified to continue to enjoy the sun.

But An Ming knew that it was not the world that kept him alive, but the selfless love of his parents, the sacrifice that transcended himself, that extended his life to him.

The nurse gently closed the curtains for him, "Your friends are in the next room."

She didn't say much, but she could feel the unspeakable uneasiness just by staying next to An Ming. His handsome face was like looking directly at a god.

I never thought that I could see the so-called...divinity in such a young child. It was simply absurd.

The nurse hurriedly left the room, leaving An Ming alone staring at the ceiling silently.

After an unknown amount of time, the door opened again.

Sunday stood by the door and whispered, "It's been a long time since we last met. Robin was very worried about you during your coma."

An Ming forced a smile at Sunday. He could pretend that nothing happened in front of the nurse, but he couldn't hide this extreme grief from Robin and Sunday.

Sunday didn't say anything, but walked to An Ming's side and hugged him tightly.

He was not good at comforting, and Robin should do this kind of thing.

After leaving Kachipe, they were each other's only family.

The fake smile on his face finally broke, and silent tears rolled down. He was just a seven-year-old child, and he once had a happy family.

But everything can't go back.

"......"

"I know."

Looking at An Ming's red eyes, Zhou Ri smiled gently, "I won't tell Robin, this is a secret between you and me."

"Thank you..." An Ming was finally able to smile again. At this moment, he knew clearly that no matter what happened, they would be a family for life.

Nothing can separate the three of them.

"Brother!" The door was opened by hurried footsteps, and Robin rushed into the ward panting, "I heard from the nurse that An Ming woke up...?"

She stood there blankly, her beautiful eyes just looking at An Ming hugging Zhou Ri.

Zhou Ri hurriedly separated from An Ming, raised his hands to show his innocence, "Sister, I found that you were not in the room, so I came to see this guy first."

"I believe my brother~" Robin said and sat on the edge of An Ming's bed, her beautiful eyes were full of heartache, but she didn't show it too much.

She knew that this would only make An Ming more sad. Gentleness is Robin's nature, and she didn't want An Ming to be hurt again.

"You have been in a coma for half a month. My brother and I are very worried about you."

Since An Ming was transferred to the ward of the orphanage for observation and treatment, Robin would sit on a small stool beside the bed every day and quietly look at the unconscious An Ming, and sometimes he would cry softly when thinking of sad things.

"I miss you too," An Ming wanted to move, but found that he had no strength in his body.

"The doctor said you need to rest," Robin hurriedly supported An Ming's back and looked at him with a reproachful look, "Take good care of your body. I... don't want to lose anyone again."

In that natural disaster, they all lost too many important things, and Robin could not accept the departure of the close people around him.

"Well, I promise you, take good care of your wounds."

"Pin!"

The robin stretched out his finger and looked at Sunday, saying solemnly in the small room: "We will be together forever, and we will not change for a hundred amber eons!"

"Sister, by then, we will all be in the same cemetery."

"Then we will not be separated!"

The robin wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes and pulled Sunday and Anming's fingers together.

"We will not change for a hundred amber eons."

"Yes, together."

The three of them made a promise by hooking, and the robin smiled and said: "From now on, anyone who breaks the promise will have to eat a hundred sour lemons, otherwise he will never be forgiven. "

Perhaps the world is always sad, but there are always people who can make the world full of light.

An Ming likes the eyes of the robin, which are clean, pure, and full of hope, like white wings that will never fade.

[At the age of eight, when you couldn't move around freely, the robin and Sunday took turns to take care of your life. The robin always smiled and told you about the world outside the orphanage, with tall houses and novel dream bubbles]

[Sunday would recite the contents of obscure books, so boring that you would suspect that this was some kind of revenge]

[Three months later, you can finally move freely, and your left hand can barely use force, but you have lost your right arm forever]

"This is the cemetery where those who died in the star core disaster are buried."

In the early spring when it was neither warm nor cold, the three came to the cemetery, where a huge monument was erected with names densely carved on it.

"Just some ashes..." Sunday didn't know what he was thinking, "I don't know whether it's ruins or people, it's all the same in the end. ”

“Brother, you are wrong.”

“As long as we have not forgotten, Mom, Aunt An and Uncle Chen are not truly dead,” Robin put his hand on his chest and placed a bouquet of white flowers in front of the grave.

An Ming did not speak, but raised his head and found the two inconspicuous names from countless names.

Yes, it turns out that only the names are left in the end.