Manchester, located in the northwest region of England, is the second most prosperous city in this elegant and classical country. It is located on the east bank of the Iwell River, near the confluence of the Mernock River and the Eric River.
The clear and clear Mersey River flows through the southern part 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 that is as warm as the climate without losing a relaxed and peaceful atmosphere.
Located in the south-east of the city, next to the south bank of the Mersey River, Manchester's recognized leading St Edinron's Hospital is located here.
It is not yet autumn, and the maple leaves on the tall trees planted on both sides of the street still look emerald green, but when the warm afternoon sun shines, the leaves will be rendered with a touch of intoxicating golden yellow.
The inpatient department of St Edinland's Hospital is located on this quiet and peaceful street.
Red bricks and grey tiles form a courtyard wall with a strong British atmosphere. At this end of the courtyard wall is a small garden that is carefully planted. The patients in the hospital will go here for walks or sunbathing in the company of visiting family members during their leisure time on weekdays. Soak up the sun and relax.
On the sixth floor of the inpatient department, there are separate high-level wards.
In 6o3's ward, there lived a girl.
When the doctors and nurses of St. Edinland's Hospital were chatting in private, they could not help but mention the girl from the East, envy the girl's supple show with scattered shawls, and marvel at her exquisite beauty. The face, praised the girl's elegant and dignified conversation and behavior like that of an English aristocrat.
"Really a good girl!"
Aunt Jessica, a senior nurse in the hospital's inpatient department, was always full of praise for the girl.
Many young male doctors couldn't help but admire—
This is the first time they have seen a girl from the East with such a heartwarming appearance and temperament.
Seems to be Chinese
It turns out that the far eastern country with a long history can really give birth to such a beautiful beauty.
only…
Thinking of the admission information about the girl, whether it is the doctor who admires the girl or the nurses who have good feelings and goodwill, they can't help but sigh and feel a little heavy:
Really, what a pity.
…
Inpatient Department, Ward 6o3.
Clean and white walls, white hospital beds, soft beds and quilts, and a faint smell of disinfectant alcohol in the air.
The sun shone lazily from outside the clear window, reflecting the shadow of the girl on the hospital bed on the ground, looking slender and delicate.
The girl was wearing a clean white hospital gown, which seemed to be a bit too big, and it made her feel even more pitiful when she wore it.
A long black head scattered, compared to a few months ago, the originally bright and lustrous show seems to be a little dim now, against the girl's morbidly pale complexion, all quietly revealing the girl's physical state at the moment.
The girl sitting on the hospital bed was leaning against the upright soft pillow, with a stack of letter paper on her knees. At this moment, she was quietly and intently writing something on the letter paper, with the silk hanging down on both sides of her cheeks, making it hard to see. The face and expression of a halal girl.
The door of the ward was gently pushed open.
A middle-aged woman came in with a basket of fruits:
"Baozi, how are you resting at noon?"
"Eat some fruit."
The tone of voice 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, I just had a nap."
Listening to her daughter's answer, the mother finally nodded reassuringly, and then her eyes fell on the letter on the girl's lap, and couldn't help but blame:
"Didn't the doctor say that if you want you to lie in bed, rest more and don't do other things."
The girl stuck out her tongue:
"It's alright, I'm in good spirits today. I don't need injections in the afternoon. It's too boring to lie in bed and do nothing."
Speaking of which, the girl couldn't help but pouted and acted like a spoiled child:
"And I told those nurses and sisters that I wanted to go out to the small garden to bask in the sun, but Aunt Jessica and the others didn't let them, saying that it would take a few more days, and they could only stay in the ward every day. So boring."
The mother shook her head helplessly:
"Okay, okay, but you still have to listen to what the doctors and nurses say..."
The tone has softened. After all, she also knew how lively and active her daughter was originally, but it happened that she encountered such a disease... It was indeed a bit wronged that she could only stay in the ward of the hospital.
Thinking of my mother, I couldn't help but feel a little sad.
But soon she tried to cheer up again, looking at her daughter who had just written on the letter paper, her heart moved slightly, and she asked:
"Writing again?"
The girl lowered her head and gave a soft "um".
The mother couldn't help but sigh:
"Is it still written to Xiaofeng?"
"But you wrote so many letters, and in the end you didn't want to send any of them. What's the use of writing so many letters if Xiao Feng's child can't see them?"
Speaking of this, when a mother will feel a little distressed.
She knew that almost every one or two days, her daughter would write letters whenever she had free time, but after writing one letter after another, after a month or two, she used up a thick stack of letter paper, but it was Not a single one was sent.
"Or, you can give Xiaofeng a call or a message directly, it will be more convenient, right?"
The mother cautiously made a suggestion, and persuaded bitterly:
"After all, it's been frozen like this, don't you two stop contacting all the time?"
The girl still lowered her head, did not speak, just pursed her lips lightly.
She hasn't really been in touch since she left Shanghai that way two months ago and got a last-minute phone call from someone before the plane took off.
yes.
Shouldn't you be in touch again
She understands the truth.
But writing letter after letter, she never had the courage to send them, not to mention the words written on the letter paper to speak directly to someone over the phone.
Yes.
She's a coward, she can't get the courage to do such a thing.
But…
The girl who lowered her head looked slightly sad:
What I can't do.
Can't you do the same
Or are you still angry
…
After entering August, the flow of time seems to have suddenly become much faster.
The summer competition of the national service lpl is still being carried out fiercely and continuously, and it is about to enter the final championship competition of the summer finals.
Recently, Su Xue has also become busy.
Basically, the official of the national service lspl league has confirmed the list of commentators for the start of the autumn game, and the name of "Suhang Yexue" is on the list, so from mid-August, Su Xue has to rush to lspl almost every day The official side reported that the final training before taking up the job was carried out.
"Xuexue really wants to reach it now!"
"Go to the rhythm of the pinnacle of life!"
"Come on, come on! Bring glory to our live broadcast room!"
"You don't have to worry about the live broadcast, just leave it to Feng Feng!"
"That's right, Xuexue, don't worry, go to training!"
"We support you!"
Those old fans and friends in the live broadcast room are also very supportive of Su Xue's busy work, which makes Su Xue feel a bit comforted when she is busy, and then she naturally shares the tasks of the anchors in the live broadcast room. It came to Lin Feng.
In this regard, Lin Feng naturally will not have any opinion.
Anyway, before registering for the university, his daily life was still very leisurely for a while, and there was no problem with helping Su Xue play live broadcasts.
but…
anyway.
It is now mid-August, and the report on the opening of this year's freshmen at Shanghai University of Finance and Economics, which he volunteered to be admitted to in the college entrance examination, was August 28th.
Only the last two weeks are left.
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