Today, without exception, I am late and late, and I will unscrupulously go to bed late and get up late during the holidays, but today my heart is heavy, because I learned the news: my friend who has stomach cancer has died yesterday. My eyes are red, I still remember when I first met in an underground hotel in Yangshi Street, Chengdu, we are all little girls in the green years, she wears two braids, with the youthful curiosity of the first society, she and the same girl (my later girlfriend), we have the same room, damp, dark room can not resist the breath of our youth, we quickly became familiar, but unfortunately she came to Chengdu without the consent of her family, after all, she was only fifteen or sixteen years old, was found by her brother, and later some of her living conditions I also know through girlfriends, It is also fateful, we occasionally through friends small gathering, are extraordinarily kind, she was polished by society into a cheerful, straightforward and spicy woman, but also a very capable professional woman, even if a year ago got stomach cancer, see although skinny as bone, but the spirit is strong, I think that such an energetic woman like her, should be war god disease, restore health, but soon, cancer transferred to the bone, survival period of about half a year, but I saw her spirit did not decrease, talking and laughing, smiling, still active chemotherapy, Only once she called to ask me to go to the hospital to help her inquire, the voice is a little weak, I thought that half a year at least after the Spring Festival, did not expect the bad news to spread so quickly, goodbye, once tied two braids of the little girl, reincarnation finally reunited time, at this time, tears slowly fell from the face ...
