In the last three months.

"Dr. Chen, do I need to avoid certain foods because of my illness?"

"Recently, I can refrain from eating hot pot, barbecue, milk tea, and cola."

"I can also go to bed early and get up early and stop staying up late."

Zhuang Ziang stared at the attending physician, Chen Dexiu, with an earnest expression.

Because he faintly felt that his physical condition seemed extremely precarious.

Chen Dexiu is around fifty years old, with a Mediterranean hairstyle and thick gold-rimmed glasses.

The wall behind him is covered with numerous pennants, silently telling of his superb medical skills and high moral standing.

"No, you can eat whatever you want!"

This seemingly light remark sounded like a bolt from the blue to Zhuang Ziang.

Deafening!

The diagnosis sheet handed over by Chen Dexiu was printed with dense medical jargon.

Translated, there are roughly only eight words.

Incurable disease, hopeless.

"Dr. Chen, how much time do I have left?" Zhuang Ziang's voice trembled, his heart filled with fear of death.

"At most three months. Look on the bright side. No one can escape this day." Chen Dexiu sighed helplessly.

As a doctor, he is used to seeing life and death and thought he had long been indifferent.

But seeing such a young man about to pass away soon, he still feels pity.

In the face of illness, life appears extremely fragile.

Zhuang Ziang held the diagnosis sheet and couldn't remember how he left the hospital. His mind was a blank, and he walked on the road in a daze, knocking over several shared bicycles.

At the age of eighteen, in this season of blooming peach blossoms, life has already begun to count down.

Three months, ninety days, two thousand one hundred and sixty hours...

Although Dr. Chen said three months, in reality, it might not be that much.

In the blink of an eye, he will bid farewell to this world.

Obviously, he is not mentally prepared yet.

Tears silently slid down the corners of his eyes.

All the sadness and regret filled his chest together, and he didn't know how to vent.

Outside the hospital is a wholesale market. Zhuang Ziang saw that the clothing store was filled with colorful and cheap clothes. The loudspeaker at the door tirelessly shouted about selling at a huge loss and clearing inventory.

His clothes still smelled of unpleasant disinfectant. Now he just wanted to take them off and throw them away quickly.

As if by doing so, he could draw a clear line from the hospital.

Would the footsteps of death be a bit slower?

But it's just a ridiculous act of self-deception.

"Boss, how much is that piece of clothing?" Zhuang Ziang pointed at a very gaudy flowery shirt.

Colorful, like an overturned palette.

In the hospital, everywhere is sickly pale.

Now he desperately desires more colors in life.

"Thirty yuan." The boss hesitated and reminded the young man in front of him, "But this style is not suitable for you."

Zhuang Ziang took out the money. "It doesn't matter. I like it very much."

The gaudy flowery shirt is very inconsistent with his refined temperament, like a child stealing and wearing adult clothes.

Next, Zhuang Ziang specifically went to a bookstore and bought a set of "The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils," a total of five books, which were heavy in his hand.

Passing by a milk tea shop, he bought a cup of the new spring product, Taro Ball Boba.

When he returned to school, Zhuang Ziang was stopped at the school gate by the security guard.

Although the school doesn't force students to wear school uniforms, it still doesn't allow wearing outlandish clothes.

Zhuang Ziang's flowery shirt was really too eye-catching.

It wasn't until he showed his student ID and a leave slip signed by the class teacher and the security guard called to confirm that he was allowed in.

"Alas, nowadays students are so unruly. What a disgrace!"

As Zhuang Ziang stepped into the school gate, hearing the sigh of the security uncle behind him, a sense of sadness rose in his heart.

The uncle didn't know that this unruly student of his had ranked first in his grade for two consecutive years.

He is a city-level merit student and an outstanding student cadre.

But for Zhuang Ziang at this moment, all of these have become empty reputations.

After three months, everything about him will disappear like smoke.

It was break time, and the playground was bustling.

Outside the classroom of Class 9, several students were chasing and playing. When Zhuang Ziang, dressed like a big rooster, walked into the classroom, he immediately attracted the attention of the whole class.

"Damn, what's wrong with him? He actually came to school dressed like this."

"If caught by the dean, it starts with a three-thousand-word self-criticism."

"Zhuang Ziang asked for sick leave yesterday. Looking at this, he must be seriously ill!"

...

Zhuang Ziang ignored the eyes of his classmates looking at him like he was a monster and walked straight to his seat. After taking a deep breath, he handed the Taro Ball Boba to the girl in front of him.

"Mu Shi, I'm sorry. I stood you up yesterday. I bought you milk tea to make up for it."

Lin Mu Shi is a goddess-level beauty.

She has a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes and skin as white as milk, just like a delicate princess.

Such a girl is never short of pursuers.

But she ignores other boys. Only to Zhuang Ziang does she always show a tender side.

The two sit in front and behind each other. Getting along day and night, they have formed a very pure and precious friendship.

Yesterday, a movie was released. Lin Mu Shi made an appointment early in the morning and asked Zhuang Ziang to accompany her to watch it.

But Zhuang Ziang could only go another day because he went to the hospital for a checkup.

"Why didn't you reply to my message?" Lin Mu Shi questioned.

Zhuang Ziang took out his phone and only then discovered that there were many unread messages.

Among them, three were from Lin Mu Shi.

"Zhuang Ziang, I heard from Li Huangxuan that you asked for leave to go to the hospital." "Are you okay? We can watch the movie next time."

"If you still don't reply to my message, I won't talk to you anymore."

Obviously, it's concern, but from between the lines, one can also detect a hint of petty arrogance.

Zhuang Ziang's nose tingled, and he was on the verge of tears.

He tried hard to restrain his sadness. "Mu Shi, I'm fine. Take a sip of milk tea to show that you've forgiven me, okay?"

Lin Mu Shi glared with her phoenix eyes, hesitated for a moment, then picked up the milk tea and took a small sip.

The taste was delicate, sweet, and smooth.

"This young lady is just thirsty. I haven't forgiven you yet."

Zhuang Ziang tried his best to force out a bitter smile.

At this moment, a tall and thin boy walked in and sat down next to Zhuang Ziang with a thud, shouting loudly.

"Son, what the hell are you wearing? Aren't you afraid that Old Zhang will chop you up alive?"

Li Huangxuan is Zhuang Ziang's deskmate and also his best buddy. They always address each other as father and son.

As soon as he entered the classroom and saw Zhuang Ziang in this flowery shirt, he thought he was seeing things.

Zhuang Ziang is the class monitor and a merit student. He has always been well-behaved and follows the rules. He is the student that teachers trust the most.

But today, he took the lead in causing trouble and wore outlandish clothes.

"Son, I went to the hospital and wanted to change my mood." Zhuang Ziang explained故作轻松ly.

"Not bad, good taste. Add a big gold chain around your neck, and it will be even more stylish." Li Huangxuan joked with a loud laugh.

"For you." Zhuang Ziang placed that set of "The Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils" heavily on Li Huangxuan's desk.

Li Huangxuan is a martial arts fan and often secretly reads leisure books.

Now seeing this gift, he was overjoyed.

He put his arm around Zhuang Ziang's shoulder. "Son, you are so filial. Did you win the lottery?"

Zhuang Ziang made up a very half-hearted excuse. "There are still eight months until your birthday!"

Lin Mu Shi listened and laughed heartily.

Her rather ample chest rose and fell.

Looking at the two good friends beside him, Zhuang Ziang cried out in his heart.

I really can't bear to part with you all!