Located in the northwest of England, Manchester is the second most prosperous city in this elegant and classical country.
The clear Mersey River passes through the south of the city. Standing on the top of the tall buildings in the center of the city, you can see the vast wilderness in the distance.
This is an elegant city with the same warm climate and comfortable and peaceful atmosphere.
it is located in the southeast of the city, close to the South Bank of the Mersey River, where Manchester''s recognized St.
The season is not yet autumn, the maple leaves on the tall trees planted on both sides of the street are still green, but when the warm afternoon sun falls, the leaves will be rendered a layer of light intoxicating gold.
The inpatient department of St. Edinburgh hospital is next to this quiet and peaceful street.
The red brick and grey tiles make the courtyard wall with strong British flavor. At the end of the wall, a small garden is carefully planted. Patients in the hospital will take a walk or bask in the sun accompanied by visiting their families in their leisure time to relax.
The sixth floor of the inpatient department is a separate high ward.
In the ward of 603, there is a girl.
When doctors and nurses of St. Edinburgh hospital chatted in private, they could not help mentioning the young girl from the East. They envied the girl''s soft hair with scattered shawl, marveled at her beautiful face with exquisite charm, and praised her elegant and graceful speech and behavior like that of an English aristocrat.
"Really a good girl!"
Aunt Jessica, a senior nurse in the inpatient department of the hospital, always spoke highly of the girl.
Many young male doctors can''t help admiring it.
this is the first time they have seen a girl from the East with such a charming appearance and temperament.
Seems like a Chinese?
It turns out that the remote eastern country with a long history can really breed such beautiful beauty.
It''s just
Thinking of the information about the girl''s admission, both the doctors who adore the girl and the nurses who have good feelings for the girl can''t help but sigh and feel a little heavy:
really, it''s a pity.
……
Inpatient, ward 603.
Clean white walls, white beds, soft beds and quilts, the air exudes a faint smell of disinfection alcohol.
The sun shines lazily from the clear window, reflecting the shadow of the girl on the hospital bed on the ground, which is thin and delicate.
The girl was wearing a white hospital uniform, and the size seemed to be a little too big, which made her feel more pitiful.
A long black hair scattered down, compared with a few months ago, the originally bright and lustrous show seems to be a little dim, reflecting the girl''s morbid pale skin color, quietly revealing the girl''s physical state at the moment.
The girl sitting in the hospital bed with her back against the soft pillow standing up and a pile of writing paper on her knee. At the moment, she is quietly and attentively writing something on the letter paper. Her hair is falling on both sides of her cheek, which makes it hard to see the girl''s face and expression.
The door of the ward was gently pushed open.
A middle-aged woman came in with a basket of fruits:
"steamed bun, how was your lunch break?"
"Have some fruit."
With the mother''s sincere concern for her daughter.
The girl raised her head and looked at her mother with a smile on her face: "well, just had a nap."
Listening to her daughter''s reply, the mother finally nodded at ease, and then her eyes fell on the writing paper on the girl''s knee and couldn''t help blaming:
"didn''t the doctor say that you should rest more when you lie in bed and don''t do anything else."
The girl spat out her tongue:
"it''s OK. I''m in a good mood today. I don''t need any injections in the afternoon. If I don''t do anything all the time, it''s boring."
The girl couldn''t help pursing her lips and playing coquettish:
"and the nurses and sisters said that they wanted to go out to the small garden to bask in the sun, and aunt Jessica wouldn''t let them. They said that they would have to stay in the ward for a few more days. It''s very boring."
Mother shook her head helplessly:
"OK, OK, but doctors and nurses still have to listen to..."
The tone has softened. After all, she also knows how lively and active her daughter is, but she is suffering from such a disease It''s really a little aggrieved to have to stay in the ward of the hospital.
Thinking about my mother, I couldn''t help feeling a little gloomy.
But soon she tried to pick herself up again. Looking at her daughter who had just written on the letter paper, she moved slightly in her heart and asked:
"writing again?"
The girl lowered her head and gave a gentle "Hmmm" sound.However, my mother couldn''t help sighing:
"or write it to Xiao Feng?"
"But you have written so many letters, and in the end you are not willing to send them out. What''s the use of writing so many letters if you can''t see them?"
Speaking of this, when the mother will feel some heartache.
She knew that almost every day or two, her daughter would write letters as long as she had leisure time, but she wrote one letter after another. After a month or two, she ran out of a thick stack of writing paper, but none of them was sent out.
"Or, you can call Xiao Feng directly or send a message, which will be more convenient?"
The mother carefully put forward a suggestion and earnestly advised:
"after all, it has been so stiff that you two don''t want to contact each other any more?"
But the girl still lowered her head, did not speak, just gently pursed her lips.
Since she left Shanghai in that way two months ago and got a phone call from someone at the last minute before the plane took off, she really hasn''t been contacted again.
Yeah.
Don''t you ever want to contact again.
She knows everything.
But one letter after another, she never had the courage to send them out, let alone the words written on the letter paper to someone by phone.
Yes.
She''s a coward. She can''t muster up the courage to do such a thing.
But
The girl with her head down looks a little gloomy:
what I can''t do.
Can''t you do the same?
Or are you still angry?
……
After entering August, the speed of time seems to become much faster.
The summer competition of national service LPL is still going on fiercely and constantly, and it is about to enter the final contest of the summer finals, and the result of the final competition will directly affect the promotion quota of the world finals in S6 season this year.
Recently, Su Xue has become busy.
Basically, the official of the national service lspl a league has confirmed the commentary list for the start of the autumn match. The name of "Suhang yexue" is in the list. Therefore, from the middle of August, Su Xue almost every day has to go to the lspl official side to report and conduct the final training before taking the post.
"It''s really going to be developed under snow and snow!"
"The rhythm of going to the top of life!"
"Come on, come on! Win honor for our studio
"You don''t have to worry about the live broadcast. Just give it to Feng Feng!"
"Yes, that''s right, Xuexue, you can rest assured to go to training!"
"We support you
Those old fans in the live room also support Su Xue''s busy work, which makes Su Xue feel a little comforted when she is busy. Then she naturally shares the work of the anchor in the live room to Lin Feng.
In this regard, Lin Feng naturally will not have any opinion.
In any case, before the University started to report for school, his daily life was still extremely free, and he helped Su Xue play live TV, which was no problem at all.
But
Anyway.
It''s mid August now. The freshman of Shanghai University of Finance and economics, who was admitted to the college entrance examination, reported on August 28th.
There are only two weeks left.
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