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Jifeng has been discharged from the hospital.

Zhong Yan couldn't understand how someone with such a dangerous and serious illness could be discharged from the hospital.

How could the doctor allow him to be discharged?

When she saw Ji's mother watering flowers and Ji's father sweeping fallen leaves in the Ji family's yard, she stood stunned at the door.

"Xiao Yan, you're here!" It was Ji's mother who waved to her first.

"I, I... Ji Feng asked me to come." Zhong Yan was still explaining when Ji's mother stepped forward, took her hand and said, "Ji Feng told me that he wants you to come and help him, right? He's in the garage, go find him yourself."

"Okay." Zhong Yan was flattered.

The open-mindedness and generosity of Ji's mother brought tears to her eyes again.

"What would you like to eat for lunch? Tell Auntie later and she'll make it for you," Mr. Ji said, though he was doing something behind their backs.

Mrs. Ji nodded, holding the watering can. "Yes, Auntie's cooking is pretty good. What kind of food do you like?"

Zhong Yan said blankly, "I'm fine with anything, thank you, Auntie."

As she spoke, she quickened her pace until she was jogging, and quickly crossed the front yard to reach the back yard.

Pushing open the garage door, Ji Feng sat down at his computer and started typing on the keyboard.

Zhong Yan increasingly felt that this was all a dream.

"Ji Feng," Zhong Yan called softly.

"You're here. Come over and watch that printer for me. Let me know if it stops." Ji Feng didn't even turn his head, focusing intently on the data on the screen.

Zhong Yan agreed to come over because it was difficult to explain over the phone.

She didn't want Ji Feng to be discharged from the hospital and go home; all this research was nothing compared to his safety and his life.

But she didn't expect that when she met Mr. and Mrs. Ji, they were so calm, even smiling at her, as if their son was just coming home from school.

She couldn't say anything, and sat down quietly, looking at the monsoon model printer.

Ji Feng, who was not far behind her, would occasionally type on the keyboard, adjust parameters, or operate some instruments that she didn't understand to polish something.

Ji's mother brought in tea and fruit, and spoke only to Zhong Yan.

“He’s like this at home too. Once he gets into research, he won’t talk to anyone for hours. It’s really annoying.”

"Mom, do you know I'm not deaf yet?" Ji Feng said from afar.

Ji's mother lowered her voice again, "He complained that I was nagging and disturbing his data work. I really don't know why he likes this so much. No one in our family does this. He just spends all day online watching and learning, and he even subscribes to a lot of foreign magazines. He just managed to put this together himself."

“The monsoon is really amazing,” Zhong Yan said sincerely.

Although Ji's mother was complaining about her son, she was actually very proud of him. When Zhong Yan said that, she couldn't help but praise him, "Yes, the academician came specifically to recruit him. Originally, his father was planning to have him study management or foreign trade so that he could take over his company in the future. But the academician said that Ji Feng has talent and can definitely make a name for himself in this field. The school even said that they could lower the admission score for him to be admitted to the honors class. Although his father was unwilling, he still couldn't go against his son's wishes. Ji Feng has been independent since he was a child. When he was five years old, he said that he wanted to manage his own pocket money, and I have never seen him spend it recklessly."

There are late-blooming children and precocious children in this world. Some people may be born with a biological clock that is set a little faster than others, as if they are in a hurry to do something.

The proud mother praised her child endlessly, "Do you know that Jifeng has its own patent? I don't know what it is either, but I'll let Jifeng tell you next time."

Zhong Yan nodded seriously, "I'll have him tell me next time."

Ji's mother was even happier and said, "Do you know that Ji Feng sings well? Have you ever heard him sing?"

Zhong Yan nodded quickly, afraid that Ji's mother would make Ji Feng sing on the spot.

When guests come to visit during holidays, everyone gathers around my younger sister and asks her to sing and perform.

Fortunately, she was old and had a lot of studies to attend to; otherwise, she would have fainted in such a situation.

"Mom, do you know you're just like a peddler praising melons?" Ji Feng overheard their conversation and couldn't help but ask.

Ji's mother said, "Your mother is still young."

"Oh, you're so young, why don't you hurry up and have a second child?"

Ji's mother's smile faded, and it took her a while to come to her senses before she cursed, "You heartless brat."

He took the tray and went outside.

Zhong Yan then turned around and asked, "Ji Feng, are you really okay not being at the hospital?"

"Some people never experience this disease in their entire lives and can still live and work normally, as long as there is no rupture, it will not affect them."

"But don't you often have headaches? And you always have a sour face when you have a headache, right?"

The monsoon sighed, "Ah."

He turned to look at her and said, "I didn't even notice."

Of course he wouldn't notice.

When people are uncomfortable, their instinct is to become irritable, impatient, and speak in a sarcastic or unpleasant manner.

“I will be more careful in the future,” Ji Feng said.

Zhong Yan asked, "Why are you going home to study these things at this time? Can't you wait until you're better?"

Ji Feng shrugged. "Haven't you heard the saying that when the bladder is compressed, a person's accuracy rate increases by 30%? Although this isn't the bladder, it's a more important central organ." He nodded his head.

Zhong Yan pursed her lips and said, "Even good students would believe such fallacies?" This is no different from the saying that if there are three long and one short options, choose the shortest one, or if they are all different, choose C.

"This is a finding from a Dutch university study: when the body is under pressure, it stimulates brain nerves, improves focus, and allows for more efficient problem-solving."

In conclusion, Ji Feng believes that what he is doing now is completely correct, and his parents fully support him.

She was just an outsider.

She had no way to say anything; she was just worried that he might suddenly collapse again.

"I'm sorry." Ji Feng had his back to her, and he was still typing incomprehensible commands on the keyboard.

Zhong Yan held her breath, her eyes already starting to sting, and tried to sound relaxed, but couldn't hide the bitterness in her voice, "Why are you apologizing?"

“I’m not as brave as you think. I also have my weaknesses. I didn’t want to face this disease, so I ran away to this island. The day I met you, I was supposed to go to another hospital with my mother for a check-up, but I told her I had something important to do and that’s why I avoided it.”

Zhong Yan quickly sat up straight, "I'm sorry, I... I didn't know..."

If she had known that Ji Feng was suffering from such a life-threatening illness, she would never have wasted a single minute of his time.

As Zhong Yan spoke, tears welled up in her eyes.

"I didn't mean to blame you, why are you so nervous?" He resumed his usual casual and relaxed attitude.

"If I want to leave, not even ten oxen could stop me."

Zhong Yan believed him, so her tears awkwardly welled up in her eyes, neither wanting to fall nor being able to go back.

Ji Feng continued, her back still turned, "I originally thought I could forget this disease, and that the disease could forget me too. I could continue doing my research and continue to shine in this field. But it turns out that while I have forgotten it, it still remembers me."

“Ji Feng,” Zhong Yan couldn’t help but call his name.

Ji Feng didn't stop talking; he wanted to keep going. "I'm scared too. Who wouldn't be scared? I still have so many things to do. I don't believe I've done anything immoral or immoral, so why should I suffer this punishment?"

"That's not fair, is it?"

He didn't wait for Zhong Yan's reply. Zhong Yan had already covered her mouth and was crying, unable to speak. Ji Feng continued, "The patient in the next bed gave me a book, by Shi Tiesheng."

"In his book, he said that the world needs differences, and only differences can bring beauty. Without smelling the stench of decay, one cannot know the fragrance of flowers; without sitting in a wheelchair, one cannot know the fortune of running independently; without witnessing despicable people, one cannot know the true nobility of a gentleman..."

"As for who will embody this difference and bear those vile qualities and those unpleasant sufferings, there is no rule to speak of. Shi Tiesheng said, 'As far as fate is concerned, let's not talk about fairness.'"

The sound of typing on the keyboard didn't stop, and Ji Feng's face remained turned towards the screen.

"Therefore, don't take on all the suffering of others as your own."

He then changed the subject, saying, "What if your mother has a 'rebellious' daughter?"

Zhong Yan sat blankly behind him, choking back tears as she said, "I'm not rebellious."

Jifeng asked, "Do you want to be a teacher? Honestly."

Zhong Yan answered instinctively, "I don't want to."

Ji Feng asked, "If you weren't going to teacher's college, what would you want to study?"

Zhong Yan said, "...I don't know."

"Then you need to start thinking. After I finish writing this section, the last thing left in your mind will be the answer."

"What?" Zhong Yan saw the characters on his screen rapidly filling the screen like expanding foam. Her thoughts stopped instantly, and all she could hear was the crisp sound of the keyboard. Ji Feng typed very fast, so fast that she didn't have time to react.

Finally, Ji Feng used his right ring finger to press Enter.

He turned his chair around to face her, demanding an answer: "The answer."

Zhong Yan was already sweating profusely with panic, and blurted out, "Aerospace University!"

Ji Feng slowly smiled and said, "Then you'll have to repeat a year."

“But…I…” Zhong Yan said, “Can I repeat a year? Public universities don’t accept repeat students.”

“Institutions would be scrambling to hire someone with your grades, and they might even offer you a scholarship. If they ask you to sign an agreement, remember to have a lawyer review it carefully.” Ji Feng looked at her and said, “Don’t worry, you’ll be fine.”

"You will get into the aviation university, complete your studies smoothly, find a suitable job, and live the life you want."

Monsoon spoke with absolute certainty, as if he were the world's greatest prophet, uttering a vision that was bound to come true.

Zhong Yan silently repeated it in her mind.

She might not be familiar with it yet, but with Jifeng demonstrating it to her, she seems to be starting to understand.

How should she develop her expectations for the future?

“I want to change my name back to mine. I don’t want to be a swallow that’s pinned down by a bell. I want to be my father’s gentle swallow.”

"It's simple. Adults can apply on the government service mini-program and then bring their documents to the offline office to complete the process."

Zhong Yan said, "Ji Feng, how do you know everything? You don't need any of this, do you?"

“I don’t need it, but I think you will.” Ji Feng’s gaze was like the wind coming from the sea at noon.

Zhong Yan almost couldn't hold back her tears again.

These past two days, Jifeng has become a completely different person in her hospital bed.

He ignored her, stopped teasing her, as if his soul had left, leaving only his shell. She was filled with despair and fear, as if the last person who had been with her on the deserted island had departed, and the tide was rising, or perhaps she was deliberately drowning.

She regarded Jifeng's care and companionship as a life-saving elixir, a situation that was very bad.

Ji Feng understood this even earlier than she did, which is why he wanted to ruthlessly sever her dependence.

What he wanted was not the helpless "You jump, I jump" mentality, but rather the strength to live his life well, even in pain and sorrow.

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Monday, August 25, 2025

I will get into the aviation university, I will successfully complete my studies, I will find a suitable job, and I will live the life I want.

I will get into the aviation university, I will successfully complete my studies, I will find a suitable job, and I will live the life I want.

I will get into the aviation university, I will successfully complete my studies, I will find a suitable job, and I will live the life I want.

For myself, and for him.