A Heartwarming Decade

I feel that my dream is very close, and I feel I love it deeply.

Because the dream is you.

In October and a half, coming to the fifth month in France, Aheng is doing a research report on the microbiological evaluation of the transmission route of AIDS.

The doctor who led her, Edward, a blond man from the United States, said to her: "If this topic is changed to the moral observation of the transmission of AIDS, will it be more vigilant for stupid humans? Sometimes medicine is the transfer of the world. The best substitute for topics."

A Heng thought for a while and said, "It has nothing to do with me and you. You know we are doctors. Although you don't have to swear to Nightingale, I must be worthy of the money my country sent me for further studies. My The motherland needs more good doctors. Moral research is a difficult problem that sociologists contribute to the upper echelon, and it has nothing to do with me."

Edward shrugged and sneered: "Winnie, with such short-sightedness, is your homeland taught you? Or, are you so poor that you can't consider more profound issues?"

A Heng pursed his lips and smiled faintly: "The poor also have the way of the poor. Never use the wealth of one country to poke the backbone of another country. Especially, you are facing a Chinese woman with so many compatriots."

Edward laughed and put his lips to A Heng's ear: "It's been a long time since the institute has come to such an interesting Chinese. I wish you more joy in the coming days."

Although the medical research institute where Ah Heng is located is nominally invested and constructed by the French government, long ago, after opening up the invitation to various countries to send medical talents, it was already American.

With strong capital injection, advanced equipment delivery, and cutting-edge talents, Americans easily occupy the main seat of various project research.

And Aheng and her four other classmates were just regarded as Chinese, nothing more.

A Heng followed Edward and studied various cutting-edge diseases in the world. There are ten people in their group, four from Europe, five Americans, plus Aheng.

On the whole, except for Edward, the arrogant head of a wealthy family in the United States, everyone else is fairly easy to get along with.

These people all like to write papers, and their research projects are rushed to publish in major European academic journals when they have achieved some success. The main thing is, although it can be said that it is for their own country, they are more concerned about their own development status.

Ah Heng can't do it, mainly, her French and English are still in the endless resentment of spelling mistakes looking up the dictionary.

Aheng lives in the 12th arrondissement, one of the 20th arrondissement of Paris, on the right bank of the Seine.

It's not a careful selection, but after the daily expenses, there is not much left of 300 euros. You can only rent a simple and damp room in an old residential area in the 12th district.

Grandpa said to her at that time: "A Heng, you are already an adult, and you have to be responsible for your actions. In order for Yanxi to violate your father's last wish, I gave you the last bargaining chip in the palm of your hand, and you and Yanxi From this moment on, we must accept punishment and learn how to be a poor couple."

A Heng remained silent to her grandfather's words, because she didn't know how much he mocked her and Yanxi in his words. Wen Heng and Yanxi, who have not been blessed by Wen Jia and Yan Jia, have spent many years fighting the grass and have been a flower girl. Now he has two sleeves and a breeze, which is a fart, ah no, it is worse than a fart.

As for Yanxi, skip, Aheng doesn't want to mention Yanxi.

There is a small cafe at the exit of the alley where Ah Heng lives, clean and cozy. She often took the landlady’s son Ys to read there. She reads her medical books, and Ys reads Sherlock Holmes.

In the most common situation, a cup of coffee and a small piece of butter cake for Yisu would consume an entire afternoon.

Yisu often took her to pick up stones by the river. They were brown, white, oval, with many edges and corners, many, many.

Every day there are boatmen carrying tourists from all over the world, different languages, loud exotic songs and dances, and the sound of spurs on the radio, which is surprisingly beautiful.

Holding Yisu's hand, she remembered the smile many years ago, and she also cherished and treated her little life with tenderness.

Yisu is a child with depression. His family is poor and often depends on the government to help. He is not talkative, thin and small, but he likes to smile awkwardly in her arms.

"Winnie, you will be my Watson, and I will give you a gift." He took out a straw ring, rough and huge.

Aheng smiled and put on his thumb, and said, "Okay, wait for you to grow up."

Ys rubbed her eyebrows: "Winnie, don't wrinkle it, it's worse than Mrs. Pang's wrinkles."

Mrs. Pang is their wide neighbor and a devout Christian at the same time. She doesn't like Yisu, and often throws stones at the child when he passes by, and scolds him for being ominous.

Yisu never told his parents, Aheng saw it and stopped it many times.

Aheng gently held Yisu in her arms, and she said, "Baby, do you know what the cruelest thing in the world is?"

Yisu shook his head, lowered his head, trying to reduce the size of the ring.

Aheng smiled: "It's ‘don’t know’."

Yisu tilted his head, blue eyes, big and beautiful, and he said, "I don't know what?"

Aheng held his little hand, pointed at the golden sunset that stretched along the long Seine River, and said, "I don’t know if the sun will rise after it sets; I don’t know if the cheese bread will be put in tomorrow. Bad; I don’t know, what will happen when I walk around the earth; I don’t know, will I have the courage to continue."

Yisu smiled: "Continue to shout'Yanxi'?"

He learned the two Chinese characters Aheng often said, and his pronunciation was childish.

"Yanxi, does this represent the ‘hello’ in Chinese?"

"No, goodbye."

Ah Heng bought a second-hand bicycle for thirty euros, which was considered very expensive. Without the bell, it creaked and swayed. It saves a lot of time by going to the subway station before going to work.

A Heng's meeting with that weird man was really unexpected. We have to start from the beginning.

Although it is different from the foggy city of London, it is also Paris, which has undergone the industrial revolution, and the situation in the morning is no better than London. Coupled with the fact that there is a dog in Paris, no matter how expensive the breed is, the tuft is basically the same. With their hips up, the probability of Parisians walking to win prizes is quite high.

A Heng wakes up at seven o'clock in the morning, not only to watch the fog, but also to hide from dog feces, riding a bicycle requires high technical content.

That day was the end of October. A Heng didn't have any telepathy before going to bed, and when he woke up, he didn't feel that he was unsuitable for travel as written on the calendar. So confused, he rode a bicycle through the alley.

It was so foggy that day, I couldn't see anything clearly.

Just after walking through the alley, a pile of **** stopped the road.

A Heng turned the front of the car, a little glad he didn't hit the shit, but turned his face and hit a big living person like a wooden stake.

Aheng's car was knocked on the side by him. She brows her eyebrows, throws her bicycle and walks up to the man. She speaks a series of French, with her grammar inverted: "Are you all right?"

The man didn't understand, waved his hand, struggled twice, and stood up by supporting the wall.

Black hair, thick hawthorn seeds on the corners of the mouth, sunken cheeks, black eye sockets, just a profile face. The body shape, especially the legs, is so thin that there is almost no flesh.

Is this still a...person?

Where did the refugees come from?

The palm of his hand was rubbed against the skin, and his hand was stuck with only blue veins and a layer of skin.

A Heng handed a handkerchief and looked at him quietly with black eyes.

He took the handkerchief and smelled a faint rosin, but his fingers stiffened.

She said in the fog: "You turn around."

Calm and soft Chinese.

The man moved his lips and hesitated for a long time. After all, he squatted on the ground, covering his face.

Aheng turned around, leaned on the handlebar, and left.

Dayi said: "He escaped eight times and finally escaped, do you know?"

Aheng said: "I know."

"Oh, you saw him, great!"

"No, I didn't see him."

"Impossible. I sent him to the airport with Sun Peng according to the address you gave me. This time, Lu Liu was greatly injured by Sun Peng's toss, and he couldn't be relieved for at least five years, and no one was looking for it. Your troubles."

Aheng hung up the phone.

Yisu ran to her side: "Winnie, there is a weird man in the alley. He is very thin and ugly." He said, "Winnie, it's only autumn, but he is wearing thick cotton pants. Do you think he is The robber on the run?"

A Heng did not speak, turned his face, rubbed his eyes with his wrist, smiled, and said, "Perhaps."

She took Yisu to drink coffee, the man in thick cotton pants ordered a cup of coffee and sat in the corner quietly; she took Yisu to pick up rocks, that man, a man who was as thin as a ghost , Moving slowly, but standing far away, watching them; every day she rides a bicycle through the alley, no matter how early, there is always a light on.

Yisu helped her mother go to the bazaar to buy bread, and Mrs. Pang hit him with a broom while talking about the ominous Judas.

The man who was very thin and looked like a ghost stopped her, his eyes were big, staring at Mrs. Pang.

Mrs. Pang screamed "Demon", threw her broomstick and hid in her magnificent room.

Yisu looked at him for a long time.

The man smiled and said in Chinese: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Yisu asked him: "Are you a thief?"

The man couldn't understand him, smiled, bowed and touched his little head.

When he left, Yi Su said, "Yanxi."

He was expressing kindness to this man, speaking the Chinese language Aheng had taught-goodbye.

The man turned around and looked at him blankly.

The child laughed and shouted: "Yanxi."

A Heng received a call from a distant place from Sun Peng. He said: "I gave the gift to Girl Wen, why did the girl take it so long?"

Aheng frowned, "Sun Peng, what happened?"

Sun Peng answered the wrong question and smiled softly: "He hasn't looked in the mirror for a long time, since the car accident. After that, he confronted Lu Liu and never wanted to eat him a grain of rice. Lu Liu forced him to give him many nutrition injections. Needle. He saw your letter and escaped a total of eight times. The first time he only went out; the second time he went downstairs; the third time he ran into the street... Once, he even walked to the airport. Every time, As long as he can take one more step, he will never give up. He is still alive, why are you not lucky?"

A Heng smiled faintly: "I'd rather be so hard than succumb to Lu Liu. Facing me, but still so...no courage?"

She said: "Sun Peng, I thank you for being as stupid as me."

Sun Peng smiled: "I have been the most bored since I was a child. It will not hinder my hands and feet to send me away early. It is really annoying to have him. If you want to thank me, how about letting me never see him again?"

A Heng said, "What method did you use to defeat Lu Liu?"

Sun Peng said: "Lu Liu's heart is too big, he wants power, money, and human heart. What about a genius? Too much distraction is the only thing I have to do since I was 18 There is only one thing-defeat him. He cannot be the opponent of a wholehearted person, especially this person, who is equal to him. What's more, there is Chen Juan."

A Heng has a headache, what kind of evil are these all?

She said: "You don't even have a company, how can you beat Lu's?"

Sun Peng chuckled: "A Heng, that was another battle. Just like you spent a long time exhausting everything to make that fool fall in love with you, I was thinking about how to let him go."

Aheng put down the phone, she sat on the edge of the bed blankly, a little sad.

Through a ray of sunshine in the small room, it was as bright and hard as the time I loved.

Suddenly, it turned out that those Ji Guang Katayu who had happened to her, and Sun Peng who looked in a mirror like her, they had all worked so hard.

She wanted to make Yanxi stronger and walked to her without relying on anyone.

However, he was afraid, afraid to see her.

He dared not walk to her side by relying on his feet, just because of the scars he had encountered.

Someone gently pushed open the open door.

That thin and haggard man with big eyes.

So laborious, step by step, walked to her side.

He knelt on the corner of her bed, gently held up her white fingers and warm lips, and kissed it down.

He said, "Aheng, I'm hungry."