Sweetheart Strikes: The Devil's School Herbs, Please Recruit

Chapter 150 The Rose in Front of the Ward
"Since he doesn't want to be known by others, why do you go to the bottom to find him? Even if I say, I'm an angel, will you really believe it?"

I seemed to suddenly understand what Su Qingmu meant.

If he is really an angel, it is absolutely impossible to admit in front of me that he is an angel.

If you don't want to be found, how can you admit your identity?

But, looking at Su Qingmu, I couldn't help thinking, could he be an angel?

He said this just to tell me not to look for angels anymore.

So, could he be that angel who doesn't want to be in the public eye?

But I know that if I insist on asking him, he will definitely give a vague answer, neither admit nor deny.

"If you are an angel, then I want to say sorry to you, I will not look around for you anymore. If you are not an angel, thank you for reminding me of this matter." I packed up the disappointment in my heart With doubts, he smiled at Su Qingmu.

It doesn't matter, I won't ask anyone again if you are an angel.

But since the angel is in Santa Maria, I think one day, I will meet him.

There must be a chance to hear him play "Stars" again.

Is it enough to be able to study in the same academy as him?
As I thought about it, Su Qingmu asked curiously, "Why do you like "Stars" and angels? Don't most girls like Gu Yishen and the adapted version of "Stars"?"

"Of course I like Gu Nanshen's song, but the first thing I heard was "Star" played by the angel at the Paganini Violin Competition."

Looking at the gorgeous roses in the sun, I couldn't help thinking back to the days when I was in the intensive care unit.

The days in the intensive care unit are so boring and hopeless.

Every time I undergo chemotherapy, I can't wait to bump my head to death.

Mom and Dad cried and told me to hold on, but I gradually lost hope of living.

The way the doctor looked at me gradually turned into pity and sympathy. The effect of chemotherapy was not very satisfactory.

At that time, there were roses in the windows of the hospital, but those roses were wild. They climbed over the hospital wall and grew into the hospital, just falling in front of the window.

Mom won't let me open the window, she says I'm too weak.

At that time, I felt that my life was like those roses.

Beautiful but extremely fragile, but Rose can still bloom her beauty, but I am only 15 years old, but I am already confined in the ward.

After another round of chemotherapy, I lay lifeless on the hospital bed, and when Ye Keyuan came to see me, I didn't even want to laugh.

He said Gu Chuchu, why are you so fragile?
Nothing like you.

Isn't it like me, who grew up alive as a woman, but ended up lying lifeless in the hospital.

"The last time I went abroad to participate in a violin competition, you have learned the violin, you know the Paganini violin competition?"

"Nonsense." So famous, of course I know.

"Among the winners this time, there is a 16-year-old boy who seems to be blind."

"That's better than me, too. I'm dying."

"He played a piece of his own composition, which I thought you'd like."

"It's useless for you to listen to Beethoven's "Symphony of Destiny". I have absolutely no strength to strangle the throat of fate. (Note 1)"

"Try it, I think this piece is very different, you will probably like it."

Will you like it?

Why is Ye Keyuan so determined?

Because, the melody of "Stars" is somewhat familiar, as if I have heard it when I was very young.

Note 1: Beethoven's Fifth Symphony in C minor is also known as the Symphony of Destiny (the latter one is more famous and known as the crown of symphonies).Beethoven himself said about this symphony: "I want to hold the throat of fate, it cannot make me completely surrender." The appearance of this song means... wrestling with fate, light defeating darkness, so the explanation is here, Mengmeng said Do you understand that joke?

　What?Mengmeng actually had such a serious illness?Have you guessed it?In fact, the baby has been reminded before!Secondly, Beethoven's sentence...is a classic example of composition, and babies who still need to write composition, you can remember it!

　　
　
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