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It is 12 noon on December 7, 2015 Beijing time, which is 9 pm on December 6 in Los Angeles.
Lin Xiaolun remembered that the temperature was 10℃ that day. There were bright night lights flashing outside the window to the right of the hospital bed. Occasionally the wind blew, making the curtains rustle.
Lin Xiaolun just hung up the phone with his mother. His mother told him on the phone that Qin Le would be coming from school soon. His mother asked him to rest well on the bed and greet the girl who had followed him for 20 years with a smile.
Lin Xiaolun obediently closed the window to block the cold wind out, and then climbed onto the hospital bed.
Time passed minute by minute, and Lin Xiaolun waited quietly for the moment when the ward door was pushed open.
At 9:30, Lin Xiaolun heard brisk footsteps outside. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. It was Qin Le's footsteps. Yes, he had heard Qin Le 's footsteps for 20 years.
After a while, Qin Le knocked on the door outside, his voice was particularly gentle: "Lin Xiaolun, come and help me open the door, I carried a lot of things."
Lin Xiaolun quickly got off the bed, opened the door, and deliberately said angrily: "It's 9 o'clock, Qin Le..."
His voice dissipated in the empty corridor.
Lin Xiaolun looked at the empty corridor in front of him, tears bursting out along with the grief in his heart.
