Cough cough … "
The sound of coughing rang out. In the quiet room, a black-haired boy covered himself with a blanket and leaned against the headboard. There was a thick stack of books on the headboard.
The boy looked haggard. He gently closed the book in his hand and placed it on the headboard. He looked out the window with yearning in his eyes.
The sun was shining brightly outside the window. The chilly spring breeze blew through the treetops. Two sparrows flashed by the window and landed on the treetops while chirping.
The boy's lips curled up into a smile. His bright eyes and haggard face did not seem to match.
Outside the room, a couple was sobbing as they communicated with a doctor in a white coat.
"It's very possible that this is his last spring. Of course, I'm just saying that it's possible …" The doctor's voice came from under the mask. "In fact, with your son's body, it's already an incredible miracle for him to live to 20 years old. He is a very strong boy. I believe that God will bless him."
"What should we do now?" The crying woman wiped her tears and sniffed from time to time. "I don't know how to tell him this news. Doctor, is there really no other way?"
"The speed of the disease is too fast …" The doctor shook his head slowly. "I can only say that he was not born at the right time. If the current medical technology existed more than ten years ago, then there would still be some hope. But now, there is really no hope. Your son is really the strongest person I have ever seen. He was diagnosed with leukemia when he was two years old, but he held on until he was twenty years old. I think that a person like your son will not lose his smile even if he dies. I suggest that the two of you take him to do something he wants to do as much as possible and communicate more."
In the corridor, the woman's sobbing continued. The eyes of the man beside the woman were also red. He nodded at the doctor in front of him and brought his wife into the room.
In the room, the boy's thin figure stood by the window. He looked at the sky outside with yearning.
"You can't come down. Rest on the bed!" The man looked at his son and could not help but panic.
The boy shook his head slightly. His face was flushed with excitement. He seemed to be jumping for joy.
Outside the room, the spring breeze was ten miles away. The peach blossoms were in full bloom. It was a beautiful season.
The boy gently opened his arms and looked at the world outside the window with burning eyes.
"I feel like I've never been as healthy and strong as I am now. I can feel it, daddy …" A smile appeared on the boy's face. "I don't have much time left …"
The woman behind him cried even louder. The man looked at his son with a bitter expression. "I'm sorry, son …"
The boy shook his head, and his face turned even redder. "I'm very grateful to all of you for letting me experience this world. Although I haven't been out much, it's still very beautiful, right?"
"I've read a book before. The wise man in the book said that death is just the beginning of a greater adventure …" The boy smiled. "If this is a wonderful adventure, then I'll gladly accept it. Life is short, so why not give it a try?"
As he said that, the boy was amused by his own words. "I'm willing to die in the spring breeze, with the fragrance of flowers and the chirping of birds. Living doesn't necessarily mean happiness, and death doesn't necessarily mean pain. I'm very happy to see such a beautiful world, and I'm very lucky to have met parents like you."
The window of the ward opened slightly, and a gust of spring breeze blew in. The boy's eyes quickly dimmed, and he staggered into his mother's arms.
He muttered, "Forgive me for the last time saying that I love you."
Under the warm spring sun, there were painful cries in the ward. A couple had lost the most precious wealth in their lives, and a free soul had begun a new adventure …
…
London, England.
The color of London in the late 1980s was bright, but people were in a hurry, ignoring the bright buildings and colorful colors around them. Perhaps it was because of the gloomy color of the sky, but the people walking around did not seem to be in a happy mood.
In an alley somewhere on the bustling street, a handsome blonde boy sat in front of a small shoe shine stall, humming a song as he leisurely looked at the people coming and going.
Different from the noisy London accent around him, the words coming out of the boy's mouth were more ancient. The obscure language rose and fell rhythmically from the boy's mouth.
"Shoe shine, shoe shine, don't you think it's bright?"
The boy's language was Chinese, and it came from the easternmost land on the other side of the world. However, in this place that was filled with famous dishes like Stargazy, the bright eastern civilization did not seem to be very popular, so no one around could understand the boy's words. However, that inexplicable cheerful tone still attracted the attention of many people.
The boy's lips curled up. It was the sound of a penny falling into a money box.
A beautiful blonde woman sat elegantly on a small stool in front of the boy. The woman's bright red lips gently blew a puff of smoke on the boy's handsome face. The boy squinted his eyes.
"Good morning, Miss Smith." The boy looked at the woman and smiled.
"I'd rather you call me Aisha … Little Egg." Aisha chuckled and pinched the boy's face.
The boy laughed. His face was distorted by Aisha's pinch. He mumbled, "I'd also rather you call me Edgar, not Little Egg …"
Aisha snorted and released her hand. She looked at Edgar with dissatisfaction, "Of course, if you're willing to move out of the orphanage and live in my house, I'll agree to your request."
"Forget it, I won't sell my body. You know I'm not that kind of person …" Edgar touched his face shyly.
"Edgar Morisus!" Aisha took a deep breath and looked at Edgar angrily, "Wipe my shoes!"
"You're wearing high heels …" Edgar shrugged.
"I still have to wipe them!" Aisha waved her hand unhappily.
"Fine." Edgar tilted his head and wiped the woman's shoes with the towel on his shoulder, "Thank you for your patronage."
Aisha rolled her eyes and took out a bill from her bag and stuffed it into Edgar's arms.
"Five pounds … That's too much. It's all I earn in a day." Edgar waved his hand, "It's a problem that can be solved with a few pennies …" That's the price, isn't it? Aisha shrugged nonchalantly.
The two of them looked at each other and burst into laughter.
Aisha seemed to know how to deal with the kid in front of her. Edgar could always come up with some strange ideas.
Edgar was also very curious. The woman in front of him liked to pester him since a long time ago. God knows why.
Eight years ago, when Edgar opened his eyes in this world, the first thing he saw was the dean's ugly face. Edgar panicked. At that moment, he thought it was the wrinkled old lady who gave birth to him. When he came to his senses, he realized that the situation was even worse than that …
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