In the photo, Song Huaiwen's smile is very bright, with bright and fiery light in his eyes. He is a high-spirited young man, unlike now, serious and cold, exuding an aloof aura that keeps strangers away.
Standing next to Song Huaiwen was the person who had just taken the solo photo, and he also had a happy smile on his face.
The two of them leaned against each other's shoulders, and Song Huaiwen put his hand on his shoulder naturally. Looking at this intimate posture, one could tell that the friendship between them was extraordinary.
Shen Nanqing stared at the photo for a long time, his mind full of thoughts. He gently stroked Song Huaiwen's smiling face with his fingers a few times, then carefully put the photo back into the calendar, and everything returned to normal.
She always felt that there was a story between Song Huaiwen and Ji Ling. Perhaps she could find the answer from these two photos!
Ji Ling always looked at Song Huaiwen with complicated eyes. Through Song Huaiwen, she recalled the person buried deep in her heart. Song Huaiwen didn't want to say much to Ji Ling, so he probably didn't want to uncover the scabbed wound.
Shen Nanqing's eyes stayed on the date on the calendar for a few seconds, and then moved away immediately, as if as long as he didn't look at it, he could pretend that he knew nothing.
When Ji Ling woke up, she felt dizzy. She sat up slowly, rubbed her temples, and glanced at the familiar bedroom. Her memory gradually came back. In fact, she only drank two glasses. She didn't expect that her alcohol tolerance was so poor.
Smelling the fragrance in the air, she held her forehead and got out of bed and walked towards the living room.
Shen Nanqing heard the footsteps, turned his head and looked over, and said with concern: "You're awake, I made you some mung bean soup, you can drink some to sober you up."
When I walked into Ji Ling's kitchen, I knew that they rarely cooked, and the pots and pans were all very clean, as if someone wiped them frequently, but there were not many ingredients in the house, and the mung beans were bought by Shen Nanqing.
Ji Ling sat down at the dining table, reached out for the mung bean soup, and started drinking it in small sips.
This home is obviously very warm, but for some reason, Shen Nanqing always feels that her figure is lonely and desolate.
Ana Shen opened her lips slightly, but in the end she said nothing, some words should not be started by her.
"The mung bean soup is delicious." Ji Ling suddenly said, "Thank you!"
"Why are you still being polite to me? Don't you say we are friends? Friends should help each other." Shen Nanqing smiled and continued, "Since you are awake, I will leave first. I cooked too much angelica, red dates and egg soup, and left a portion for you in the pot. Just heat it up when you want to drink it."
After saying that, she came out of the kitchen carrying the thermos bucket and walked towards the door.
"Cherish the person in front of you, don't be like me." Ji Ling didn't look up, stirring the cooked mung beans in the bowl with the spoon in her hand.
Shen Nanqing paused while holding the door handle. After a few seconds, she sighed imperceptibly, turned around and walked to the opposite side of Ji Ling, gently put down the things in her hands, then sat down and said softly: "Some things may be better to say out loud. If you need a listener, you can talk to me."
Ji Ling raised her eyes, her eyes were red, and she slowly said, "I was very close to happiness. He said more than once that he wanted to marry me, but I had just graduated and was doing internship for a few days. I was very busy every day. At that time, the hospital needed people to support medical work in remote areas. I thought this was a good opportunity, so I signed up without discussing it with him."
At this point, Ji Ling seemed to have thought of something, and her voice unconsciously choked up a little, "I thought we would be together for a long time, but when I came back, I got the news that he had sacrificed himself."
"I felt like the sky had fallen! I didn't want to believe this fact, and I was unwilling to accept it." She laughed at herself, tears falling from her eyes. "I was quite vicious. I was thinking, with so many people going on the mission, why did he die alone? Why couldn't we just…"
Ji Ling suddenly fell silent, and she clenched the soup spoon tightly, stirring faster and faster. The spoon collided violently with the porcelain bowl, making a sharp and noisy "ding-dong-dong" sound, and the veins on the back of her hand bulged, as if her emotions were about to be controlled in the next second.
"I understand your thoughts. This time when Song Huaiwen was unconscious, I asked myself, how could he be injured?" Shen Nanqing gently held Ji Ling's hand and comforted her, "We are not wooden. It's normal for you to have such thoughts."
Ji Ling pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying, his lips trembling: "I became sharp and mean at that time, and was very hostile to his comrades. It's ridiculous that during the flood, his comrades saved me. The man I hoped would die became my savior... I am just a bad person!"
Shen Nanqing sighed softly, "Actually, you don't have to feel guilty. Song Huaiwen never blamed you. You were just too sad at the time, so you got stuck in a dead end."
Ji Ling was stunned for a moment when she heard this, "You know it!"
Shen Nanqing nodded. When he saw the photo, he could guess something, but he didn't expect Ji Ling to vent her anger on Song Huaiwen. Judging from the way the two of them get along now, Ji Ling seems to have let it go, but in fact she is still brooding over it.
Ji Ling stood up and looked around the house. "This is the house he found for me. We bought all the things in the house together. We promised to be together for life, but he left forever, leaving me alone here."
After saying that, she went to the table and took the calendar, then flipped through the photos inside.
Ji Ling wanted to caress her lover's face, but she didn't dare to really touch it. She handed the photo to Shen Nanqing, "Look, his name is Qiu Chengzhi, isn't he very handsome?"
"Yeah, it looks good." Shen Nanqing took the photo and nodded seriously.
Ji Ling gently held Shen Nanqing's hand, her eyes revealing some emotion and sincerity, "Song Huaiwen is actually a good person, but he is desperate to perform tasks, and he has been in our hospital several times. I used to think it was good for him to be alone, so as not to harm other girls."
"I didn't expect that he would fall in love with you. I sincerely wish you two to grow old together." Ji Ling paused, and her tone became heavier. "Being a soldier is a very dangerous profession, so you must not be like me, regretting it after you die. You must seize the present, love well, and cherish every moment you spend with each other."
Ji Ling's heartfelt warning hit Shen Nanqing's heart like a heavy hammer.
In her cognition, death was a very distant thing. At this moment, Shen Nanqing truly realized that this was not a peaceful and stable year, nor was there developed medical technology, and death was sometimes just around the corner.
In fact, when Song Huaiwen was unconscious, Shen Nanqing realized that he was much more important to her than she had imagined.
This cognition scared Shen Nanqing, so she subconsciously ignored some problems, telling herself that career was the most important, men were secondary, and she couldn't give up her career for a man. At this moment, she felt that she was narrow-minded.
Only children can make choices, why can't she have both a career and a man?
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