If I don't have money to go to college, I can only go to slay the dragon

Chapter 417 Awakening

Decadence is caused by doing too easy things, being too lazy to do well, enjoying too much art, and liking the grotesque.

-Voltaire, "Princess of Babylon"

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"Good night, Junior Brother. Tomorrow. This time there is no tomorrow."

The girl stood by the bed and looked at the boy and said in a soft voice, as if she was afraid of disturbing his hard-won sweet dream.

"It's time, let's go." Behind the girl, the bald old man in a suit and leather shoes glanced at his watch and said expressionlessly. His eyes were full of depressed boredom and impatience when he looked at the back of the girl in front of him.

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"Although I really don't give you much, you are already my everything. Don't die, Lin Nian."

There was a woman crying beside the bed, her voice was suppressed, her nails were clenched into her flesh, she tried to swallow every sob into her throat, so as not to disturb the boy on the bed, but every time she failed, she covered her mouth and burst into tears of.

It may be because she loves too deeply, she is so timid even to be sad.

After the tears were over, her mood gradually stabilized, she looked at the boy quietly for a long time, stood up and said.

"Brother, you never have to worry about being abandoned. The one who is abandoned has always been me."

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"I always thought that there must be a grand ceremony for the death of a hero. So all of us have been waiting, waiting for a farewell, waiting for a sincere goodbye." The blond boy stood beside the bed and said softly.

Behind him stood straight figures, as silent as a black forest of steles.

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"Su Xiaoqiang asked me why you had been out of touch for so long. I told her that you were preparing for your dissertation defense, and told her in your tone that you would not have time for the next six months. She believed it, maybe because she thought it was what you said, even though This lie is full of holes." Beside the bed, the dark-haired boy said, "I will explain everything to her when I get a chance, and apologize to her personally, but if it is you, you should want to do the same."

"I hope you can wake up and solve the matter of Mandy by yourself, so I won't say more."

"Also, I copied an extra copy of the notes in class for you. It's in the bookcase in your dormitory. There are more things about the Lionheart Club. I moved to the Norton Hall. The executive department recently invited me to have a drink. Tea, maybe I will be too busy to see you in the next few days."

"Actually, I hope your sister can come to Norton House, but she refused. I don't think her mental state is very good, so I hope you can hear me."

Having said that, he paused, looked at the boy's face, and after a few seconds of silence, he said nothing, turned and left.

You must be able to hear it, can't you.

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The black leather shoes stopped by the bed, and the silver-haired old man looked at the boy calmly, with a calm expression.

"A_body_that_can_rise_the_moon_must_carry_countless_sunsets." He said lightly, "This is a poem written by a poet in your hometown. I recently read it by chance and liked it very much."

He took out the red rose in his suit pocket and put it beside the bed.

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In the darkness, someone came again.
It's just that this time there was a strange silence, as if the whole hospital was dead, it was so quiet that it made people feel a little uneasy.

The footsteps stopped beside the bed, in front of the boy, and did not move anymore.

"There is no wound that cannot be healed, and there is no sinking that cannot be ended. All that is lost will return in another way."

He smiled lightly, his eyes were like golden oceans.

".Enough sleep, let's get up."

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Christmas on December 12th.

Cassel College, Illinois, USA.

On the white corridor outside the intensive care unit, Lin Xian carried a bouquet of fresh flowers and walked towards the place he would go to every day. Snow was falling outside the window as he passed by. On the gift of hand-woven in the dead of winter.

Even in the morning, there is still some sunshine, and the endless snow is still falling. The students on vacation in the college wear scarves and dress up to celebrate Christmas, singing foreign songs all the way down the frozen path, making a lot of noise The sound collided with the falling snowflakes, and there was a hot breath among people, which gave Kassel College a different kind of vitality in winter.

These beautiful and lively scenes are all the scenes outside the corridor window. When passing by the window, Lin Xian caught a glimpse of her own shadow in the glass by chance—her somewhat haggard face, pale and small, in the eyes under the eyelashes. Hiding powerlessness.People who like to look for their own shadows in the glass are lonely and fragile, because the reflection in the bright mirror is too real and cruel for them. Seeing the unmodified truth inside will make them surge from the bottom of their hearts. Discomfort and fear.But glass. Glass couldn't be better. The blurry shadows are dim and difficult to see under the blessing of the cloudy sky, and the faces of the cloudy shadows inside can be whatever they want, giving them a little comfort.

The prosperity outside the window and the suffering of the people inside, in the same place, a window seems to separate different spaces.

Lin Xian's eyes just lingered on the window for a moment, then passed by, she turned her head to look at the ward approaching in the distance, took a deep breath, and began to relax her facial muscles, finally, on the frozen ice surface A flower slowly opened on the ground.

It's another beautiful Friday, and she's going to see the people she loves and cares about.

When you meet this kind of thing again, you should not have a sad face, but a smile and a good mood, just like the sun shining through the snowflakes outside the window, even in the coldest winter day, there should always be that warm glow on your neck On the road, bring them one of the few warmth in the cold winter.

Lin Xian raised his head, with a smile on his face, and walked quickly, ready to rush to the familiar door of the ward.

But at this time, dense footsteps suddenly sounded behind her, making her stop and turn her head to look over.In the depths of the corridor, a group of white-clothed nurses and doctors wearing masks rushed towards her in a hurry, with an unstoppable sense of urgency.

Still tens of meters away, Lin Xian was pushed away by the upsurge, and retreated to the edge of the corridor to watch them pass by her blankly, and at this moment, the noisy conversation wafted into her ears .

"Patient in room 001. Where's the heart rate? Various vital signs"

"Why today. He has been asleep for so long."

"The preset alarm did go off as soon as possible, and it was a death order from the school board."

After the noisy wind blowing by her side, Lin Xian stood by the window in a daze for tens of seconds, until she had digested those words. The flowers in her hand fell to the ground, and the bouquet was smashed with petals flying. Already galloped away, hurried footsteps
A wisp of flying snow drifted in from the crack of the window, slowly fell on the petals on the ground, fell into the dew, and then melted.

Afterwards, in the sunshine, what bloomed showed infinite vitality.

(End of this chapter)