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When Tsubaki was fifteen years old, she had an illness in the spring and severe pneumonia. It was a hard spring, like an endless sandstorm outside the window.
When she was first admitted to the hospital, there would be friends who came to see her, chattering, after a long time, everyone was busy with homework, and they were just gossiping with her for a while. And most of the time, she just half-lay there, watching the clear potion enter her veins little by little, like a lonely and speechless adolescence.
Outside the window, when the spring was almost over, a pot of flowers appeared on the windowsill next to Tsubaki's bed, with small pink and white buds. She asked **, nurses and patients, and no one knew who put it. And she watered the flower every day, loosened the soil, and hoped that the flower would bloom.
A few more days later, there was another palm-sized fish tank on the windowsill, with only two small fish. She had nothing to do anyway, so she waited on the two little fish and changed the water to feed them after reading.
Strange things happen again and again, a fish is about to die, but the next day it miraculously jumps alive again. Tsubaki looked closely, and the fish was clearly replaced.
Xiao Tsubaki suddenly felt that the days were interesting, she guessed the ** of fish and flowers, there were all kinds of stories in her head, and even going to the bathroom would speed up the pace of returning to the ward.
One day, when she came back from atomization, the grandmother in the neighboring ward hurriedly called out to her: "Little Tsubaki, I saw a boy just came out of your ward. ”
Tsubaki rushed to the elevator, and there were five or six people in the elevator, and used the elimination method to target the boy in the hoodie in the corner. The boy who looked to be about her age was tall, with headphones in his ears and a hat that covered half of his face.
Tsubaki stood next to him and aimed her eyes at him. She thought, he is quite good-looking, clean temperament.
The moment he stepped out of the elevator door, Tsubaki reached out and grabbed his arm.
Hey, did you send the flowers and the fish tank?
The boy was startled and his face turned red.
Haha, sure enough, it's the same as I imagined.,It's for the girl you have a crush on, right?But you sent the wrong room, fool.
What kind of age is fifteen?She can be in love for the first time, like a sweet and sour fruit;She can also be innocent, still like an unsmeared piece of paper.
Fifteen-year-old Tsubaki is obviously the latter.
The boy looked a little helpless under Xiao Chun's generous and enthusiastic gaze. In the end, he only let out a muffled "oh" and fled. Xiao Tsubaki returned to the ward and saw a Xi note for the third year of junior high school placed at the head of his bed, which should have been sent by the boy before. Holding flowers and fish bowls, Xiao Tsubaki with Xi notes under her arms, walked from room to room, looking for a girl who was in the third year of junior high school like herself.
However, until she was discharged from the hospital, she did not find the girl. And that boy never appeared in the hospital again.
Spring just passed, with a bit of suspense, and the joy that came with it. And the beginning of summer is the high school entrance examination that Xiao Chun is going to take. On the day the list was released, she saw the boy's ** on the champion list, and it turned out that they were still alumni.
Tsubaki didn't go to any high school, and when she was still sick, her parents had already started to go through the procedures for her to study abroad. Her future is in Birmingham, as a lonely and strong young international student.
Fifteen years old will eventually pass.
At the age of sixteen, seventeen, and eighteen, when the youth is gradually strong, and the girls talk about "the most romantic things" together, Tsubaki always thinks of the boy who went to the wrong ward, and the flowers, fish tanks, and Xi notes that were not delivered to the master. Thinking that maybe there would be a story that didn't open because of the boy's mistake, Xiao Tsubaki felt a little regretful.
Later, that little memory gradually faded in time.
However, she would never know again that if she had flipped to the last page of that notebook, she would have seen a line of pen and pen writing.
Luo Xiaochun, can I wait for you in A?
Many of the stories of fifteen-year-olds, there are no echoes.