那是一个炎热的夏天的午后,病房里静得很,只听得到空调的轰鸣声。她,平躺在床上,眼睛直直地望着天花板,脸色有些苍白,嘴唇嚅动了一下似乎想要说什么又咽下去了;他在床边轻轻地剥开一颗山竹,用小调羹细心地一小点一小点地放进她嘴里。过了一会儿,她忽然说:“我……我有个心愿,想对你说……。”他的心紧缩了一下,脸上掠过一丝不经意的苦涩,他很明白,她的日子不多了。他们是一对患难夫妻。他从小就没了母亲,虽然父亲 It was a hot summer afternoon, the ward was quiet, and only heard the roar of air conditioning. She lay flat on the bed, her eyes looking straight at the ceiling, her face pale, her lips moving as if she wanted to say something and swallowed; and gently peeled off a mangosteen at the bed, carefully with a small spoon Put a little bit into her mouth. After a moment, she suddenly said: “I ... I have a wish, I want to say to you ....” His heart tightened a bit, his face passing a trace of unintended bitterness, he understood that her days Running out. They are a pair of afflicted couples. He had no mother since childhood, though his father