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It was winter again, and snowflakes danced in the air over Beijing City, blanketing the ground in white.
Inside, the heating was on, creating a warm atmosphere. Qinglan sat by the head of her bed, while the plum blossom tree in her room rested during the afternoon.
Qinglan opened the drawer of her bedside table and took out a book. As she flipped through the pages, a dried leaf fell out. The leaf had withered, its yellow color tinged with a greenish hue from being drained of its sap.
She delicately pinched the leaf between her slender fingers, examining it closely before letting out a deep sigh and leaning back against the bed, lost in thought.
This leaf was from a time when she and An Shaojie were at their closest. He had casually plucked it from a tree above them while they were walking together.
She remembered how he had jumped to grab that leaf, his serious demeanor replaced by a lively expression that was so unlike him. His freshly washed hair floated gently in the air, carefree and elegant.
When he handed her the leaf, he smiled with a hint of pride.
He rarely smiled so openly, so that night, his smile felt particularly radiant and joyful to her, brighter than the sunlight of the day.
It turned out that even in his serious youth, there had been moments of sunshine and exuberance, and he had only shared that side with her. That night was the only time she had seen beneath his indifferent exterior to witness his sunny and spirited self.
He was so happy that night; although his happiness was not as carefree and reckless as others', it was still deeply restrained.
She felt happy too. After accepting the leaf he offered her, she tucked it into this book, often revisiting it to smile at the memory of that leaf.
Thus, she believed that on that sunny and spirited evening, when he gave her a leaf, he genuinely liked her and loved her; otherwise, how could he have smiled so joyfully?
At the same time, he must have believed she liked him and loved him too; otherwise, how could he have smiled with such confidence and pride?
And then there was that branch of plum blossoms.
Qinglan leaned back slightly to make herself more comfortable.
He had specifically picked that branch of green plum for her, and it should still be tucked away in some notebook in Liu Family Village. Qinglan was trying hard to remember.
At that time, she was too young to understand the importance of cherishing and preserving things, so that branch of green plum was not kept as well as this leaf, nor did she carry it with her all the time.
Although she didn't know where it was now, it would always be quietly lying somewhere, silently signifying a certain feeling from a certain period.
Most importantly, that branch of green plum would forever remain vibrant and lush in her heart.
The leaves were there, the green plum branch was there, the past existed, and the time gone by was still present, but where was he? Where is he now?
Qinglan gently stroked that leaf.
Although the doctor did not disclose the information about the green plum marrow donor, later on, Qinglan no longer obsessively pursued this matter because she had a vague feeling in her heart that this person must be him without a doubt.
Who else could match the green plum better than his marrow? It wasn't just a medical match; more importantly, it was a psychological one.
From the various reactions in Qingmei's body, the doctor said the situation was very good. The first three months showed quite favorable results, marking a good start and indicating a positive outcome.
This meant that Qingmei willingly and gladly accepted this foreign entity within her body. According to the doctor's medical explanation, she also psychologically accepted that person willingly and gladly, or rather, she felt close to and liked that person.
Why did she accept and feel close to that person so much? Was it merely due to their blood relation?
Qinglan vaguely sensed that he was nearby, always watching over them, secretly helping them, always by Qingmei's side.
Since it had come to this, why hadn't he shown himself yet? Was he concerned about Xu Wen?
Xu Wen... how are you doing now?
Thinking of him, Qinglan's eyes became moist. He was a relative who would forever make her feel the sunshine in her heart, always warm yet always leaving tears in her heart.
In Qinglan's impression, his youth was like the ocean, vast and deep, but not turbulent. His youth in March was like sunlight, brilliant and bright, but not soaring. His youth was also as transparent and clear as the September sun.
That person who was always as warm as the March sun, who remained as gentle as jade, once an absolutely sunny yet grounded young man—where are you now?
After Bone Marrow Transplant was successful for Qingmei, he told her, "The company is sending me abroad for a while."
"How long is 'a while'?" she asked him.
He replied, "It depends on the situation."
She knew he was leaving. Since she could sense that An Shaojie seemed to be around her and Qingmei, he must also be able to feel that he was with them.
So he had to go.
She initially wanted to keep him from leaving, but in the end, she did not.
He still often contacted her and Qingmei, never minding the cost of international long-distance calls, asking about everything from work to home, giving advice and reminders. Qingmei no longer rejected him; every time she called him, they would chat for hours. He always found a way to make Qingmei giggle over the phone.
But every time she asked him, "When will you come back?"
He would always say, "It will be a while longer. You and Beautiful take care of yourselves at home; don't worry about me."
How could she not worry? Relatives far away, friends close by, classmates at the ends of the earth—who among them did not care for one another, miss each other, and inquire about each other's well-being?
The sound of Qingmei calling for her mother interrupted Qinglan's thoughts.
She woke up, and Qinglan ran over.
Just as she reached her room, her phone in her own room rang at an inopportune moment.
She ran back to her room, and the ringing stopped.
She picked up her phone to check; it was still that same number, a rather strange mobile number from Beijing. However, every time it rang and she answered, it would hang up. She had called it once, and the other party picked up but didn’t say anything.
Qinglan stared at that number in a daze. Although it was an unknown call, because it had called multiple times, Qinglan saved the number anyway, naming it "Him?".
The phone didn’t ring again, so she ran back to Qingmei's room. Qingmei asked, “Mama, whose call was it?”
“I don’t know,” Qinglan replied as she helped Qingmei find clothes. “It’s just been some strange calls.”
“Oh,” Qingmei answered casually.
After a while, the phone in the room rang again. Holding Qingmei's clothes, Qinglan hesitated as she looked toward the doorway of her room.
She was worried it was that strange call; she wanted to answer but feared it would hang up again if she did. If she didn’t answer, she didn’t want to miss it either.
“Go answer it,” Qingmei said while changing clothes. “Maybe this time it's Uncle Xu calling?”
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