I spent a long time in the hospital that day. After asking about my medical history and examining my patient, the doctor repeatedly looked through Liang Qiyun's past medical records to see what medicines she had been prescribed before, fearing that he had accidentally prescribed heavy medicines.

Her disease has been diagnosed for 15 years in the country, but still only a few neurologists know about it.

But since I was a child, whenever I had a fever or a cold, I would go to the doctor. The doctor was afraid that strong medicine would make the condition worse, so he would usually choose to prescribe medicine with milder properties.

I would rather the disease heal slowly.

Liang Qiyun was really ill this time, and even had a low-grade fever that night after returning home from the doctor's office. It took a lot of effort to suppress the fever with medication, and she lay in bed drowsily for several days to rest.

As a result, she was unable to return to school for half a day of study until the end of the first semester of her freshman year in high school.

That day, it was Dad Liang Kangcheng who went to school to help pick up the winter vacation homework, as well as some books and exercise books.

When he came back, Liang Qiyun was sitting on the sofa in the living room wearing a long down jacket and taking medicine.

"Dad, you've worked hard." Liang Qiyun said with a smile when she saw him coming back with two large canvas bags full of books.

"It's okay, Dad. I just drove to the school gate. Your class teacher asked the students to help bring it up." Liang Kangcheng said with a smile. He recalled the simple conversation at the school gate just now and said,

"The young man was tall and energetic. He even asked about your health."

For people of their age to evaluate their daughter’s peers, “quite spirited” is a pretty good evaluation.

When Liang Qiyun heard this, she paused in her action of flipping through the canvas bag to take out the book.

She lowered her eyes and moved, her eyelashes trembling, and asked casually, "Which classmate?"

"He didn't say, but your class teacher said in the message to ask your deskmate to help get it out." Liang Kangcheng recalled what his daughter asked and continued.

Liang Qiyun didn't ask any more questions, fearing that asking more would arouse her father's suspicion.

But deep in my heart it was as if a tiny flame suddenly sprang up in the lonely snow, trembling, as if it would be extinguished by a slight breeze, yet it kept burning so long.

The young man looked very energetic and asked about your health.

Just the thought of these words circling around my heart is enough to cause shivers and flutters in my heart.

And then it was warm again.

This might be the only news about Zhou Mingzheng she had received in the warm winter sun after she had been ill for so long.

Liang Qiyun took out the exercise books and books she usually did from the canvas bag, and also found nine large volumes of winter vacation homework.

During the winter and summer vacations in L Middle School, each subject group has always compiled homework separately. This is also the most distinctive point. They are all compiled by summarizing the unsatisfactory questions in the exams of the past semester.

The first winter vacation after entering high school officially began, before Liang Qiyun even realized it.

Her life has always been simple. She just stays at home to do homework and read books, and goes to the rehabilitation hospital with her mother to exercise.

The big family gets together to have the New Year’s Eve dinner.

Liang Qiyun occasionally spoke a few words to her cousins, and then sat quietly aside to eat.

She has never been able to fit in at such reunion occasions.

My uncle's family said that my cousin had ranked 300th in the school's monthly exam and won a progress award.

Grandpa and grandma were so happy that they nodded repeatedly. The two old people said with satisfaction, "Okay, Qingyuan, study hard and make progress, which is great, but you also have to pay attention to your health. Good health is the most important thing."

This is actually nothing, but the two old people always add at the end, "Health is the most important, everything else is fake. If you are not in good health, it is useless no matter how good your grades are."

Liang Qiyun silently picked up a piece of tofu and continued to eat without any reaction.

In the past, she always wondered if she was too sensitive and heard another meaning.

She has always had good grades since she was young. Although she is not the best, she is also among the best.

But my cousin was relatively poor in academics. He didn't put much effort into his studies and was always ranked behind 300 or 400 in his grade in high school.

After Liang Qiyun finished eating the tofu, she looked up at the expressions of everyone at the table.

The grandparents are really happy for their grandson's progress, and the last sentence just now seems to be a casual remark;

My uncle's family was also happy, but their happiness was tinged with pride, as if they had finally gotten some relief.

My parents smiled indifferently, not very enthusiastically, and it was obvious that they were also affected by what I said just now.

When her parents looked over, she smiled reassuringly, indicating that she was fine.

It was just a meal and it was over quickly.

That night, Liang Qiyu returned home, washed up, and lay on the quilt. Her smartphone was lying on the pillow on the other side. She was holding the old phone in her hand and was hesitating.

The screen showed a chat page with Serendipity.

After replying to the blessing messages on New Year's Day that day, Liang Qiyun changed the note "□□ Zhou Mingzheng" to "serendipity".

She always felt that this secret belonging to the boy was known only to her.

Oh no, there's still a chance for the old man to remember.

Because of this unknown secret, the pure black mobile phone for the elderly also shines brightly and is cherished by her.

Maybe it’s because I had too much frustration eating the New Year’s Eve dinner tonight, and I always feel a sense of resentment in my heart.

She wanted to send a New Year's Eve blessing to the boy she loved.

But what should I say?

After struggling for a long time, Liang Qiyun thought about posting directly; [Zhou Mingzheng, Happy New Year's Eve, I wish you all the best in the new year! ]

But I also feel it is too blatant.

She came up with another more official statement, disguised as a group message and sent the following message: [Happy New Year's Eve, I wish you all the best in the new year! ]

After struggling for so long, Liang Qiyun finally couldn't resist the sleepiness and fell asleep with her old phone in her hand.

The screen of the elderly phone stayed in the chat box, and after one minute of no operation, it automatically went off.

The next day, when Liang Qiyun woke up, she saw a disguised group message edited in her old phone.

In the end, it was not sent out.

Now has passed the best time to send blessings.

Liang Qiyun had no choice but to give up. She controlled the elderly phone to exit the □□ interface, and then long-pressed the power button.

There are people coming and going in the first month of the year, and the Liang family is naturally among them.

My father Liang Kangcheng is a senior executive of a company. He always has some social engagements during normal times, and during the Chinese New Year, the number of attendees increases exponentially.

Fortunately, after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, the winter cold was blown away by the breath of spring, the earth warmed up, and the new semester arrived.

Liang Qiyun's whole body's strength recovered like spring, and she felt a little stronger.

But she was a little weaker than last summer. After catching a cold in the winter, she felt that her hands were much weaker.

Now it is basically impossible to raise your left hand high.

I thought it might recover after spring, but it probably can't be recovered now.

It’s hard to describe what the feeling was, Liang Qiyun just accepted it calmly.

Whenever she thought about going back to school and seeing the people she wanted to see, she couldn't help but smile.

Even the spring breeze is gentle.

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The author has something to say:

In winter, I can’t lift the shower head when taking a shower, I can’t squeeze out the shower gel, and I’m so tired that my heartbeat speeds up. — Yunyun’s patient’s original words.

Year after year, I feel that I have less and less strength. Many things have changed from "can" to "I could have done". It's really a hopeless thing.

Winter is coming, dears, please dress well and take good care of yourself, spring is not far away~