cosine of desire

Go to the food store hut. When you arrive at the destination, put the quilt covered on the ice cream cabinet on the iron shelf, unlock the door and go to the cash register, and open the glass door to wait for the arrival of customers.The glass door that welcomes customers is covered with stickers, among which the big red characters are particularly eye-catching: "Free delivery for purchases over 20 yuan".These words are not false.Anyone who has met Liu Xiaozheng knows that he is a strong young man, his arms are strong enough to lift a tricycle high, and he is also used to helping customers move Qilin melons up the stairs to the top floor of residential buildings, so that many residents are worried. Save your energy and finish shopping every time you collect enough money.When Liu Xiao is not delivering goods, his third neighbor, Wu Ruihuan, will help him run the business and entertain customers. At the same time, she will also spend odd hours in the grocery store.When Wu Ruihuan left the small town of Yueyang and came to Beijing, she hadn't fully adapted to the northern style: the change of dialect, the dry climate, the new environment, and the busy life.This down-to-earth girl has no previous work experience, but her amazing cooking skills won her a job as a cook and purchaser in a trusteeship.Although she rented a room of [-] square meters with a meager salary to barely meet her food and clothing, her enthusiasm for working in the capital was rooted in her heart and never faded.Half a year later, Liu Xiaozheng formally proposed to her, and Wu Ruihuan, who was worrying about the matter, agreed without hesitation.They had a simple wedding, and their son Liu Yang was born two years later.Liu Yang and Yu Xian have been playmates since they were young. Every time they would watch the busy life of the sewing shop owner "Mrs. Zhou". Wu Ruihuan warmly entertained Yu Xian into his home: Although the living conditions of the Liu family had not improved over the years, they would still invite Yu Xian to make vinegared potato shreds, lettuce leaves, and boiled watermelon rind pieces.

Yu Xian is completely immersed in the curiosity and beauty of the new home, but does not realize that a tragedy is approaching quietly.In the afternoon after the furniture was placed, Yu Guangli removed the door lock of the study, because Yang Guang accidentally locked himself into that small space midway. "The last bed is missing." At that time, he was sitting quietly in the study, and Yang Guang walked to the window in his slippers, staring blankly at the building covered by the pouring rain and dark clouds.Jing Jing was suddenly torn apart by howling.Yang Guang and Yu Xian rushed into the bedroom, Yu Guangli half squatted on the brown-red wooden board, sweating profusely, his right hand with bulging veins was unable to grasp the edge of the wooden bed to prevent falling, and the breath of life gradually disappeared in the severe pain in the waist.

Yang Guang took care of Yu Guangli meticulously.She took out the potty while he was out, endured the smell of nausea and waited for the brownish-yellow discharge to appear; in the middle of the night, intermittent migraines and worries made it difficult for her to sleep, so she checked sleep in the corner of her eye from time to time, in case he was disturbed by his posture. Change and feel severe pain.Such a life seems unbearable, in the boundless maze of life, waiting is the only way out.Two weeks later, when Yu Guangli's family believed that the disease would last for a long time, a medical professor was invited by a distant relative to treat Yu Guangli.The old man's hair was carefully combed and not messed up, his eyes were piercing, his feet were light and he walked across the floor spotlessly, and his torso spun across the furniture to leave a scent everywhere.After asking about Yu Guangli's lumbar spine condition, the old man stretched out his vein-covered right hand and groped around his waist.A few seconds later, from the corner of my eye, I felt the spring breeze blowing towards my waist, the silk cloth slowly brushed across my back, and the cool air rushed straight to my heart.He stood up miraculously, shock and ecstasy written all over his face.It was only when I got used to the situation that I realized that the Miracle Worker had already left.

"Master, please leave your name!" Yu Guangli shouted into the empty corridor.

Mysterious echoes floated between the concrete walls, and the breath made the steps hard and cold: "Shi Tongshen."

In the afternoon of the next day, Yu Guangli's family held a recovery celebration party.The wooden table in the living room is fully unfolded, and the table is filled with steaming Hunan dishes. The mixed aroma of chili oil and tobacco reminds people of the exquisite and unique Hunan villages and quiet life.Yu Guangli's cousin brought a rice cooker and bacon to cook in person. With the presentation of exquisite dishes, the cheers of the guests became more and more enthusiastic.Everyone toasted and respected each other. Yang An, director of the psychiatric department of Desiree Hospital, drank frothy draft beer; Pepper fish head.Yu Xian, who is only four years old, seems to be an outsider in the whole celebration.He turned a deaf ear to his relatives talking to him, and he was indifferent when they advised him to eat more.He put a few slices of bacon and pig blood balls in a porcelain bowl, then hid aside and never appeared again.

A few days later, an unexpected visitor rang the doorbell of Yu Guangli's house. "My teacher Shi Tongshen sent me to record your recent situation." This is a middle-aged man who is handsome but cannot bear the passage of time, and is neatly dressed in spotless clothes.At this time, Yu Guangli was alive and well, and his behavior was the same as before the accident.He personally brewed Longjing tea for the guests, and kept thanking him and Shi Tongshen. "You recommended Mr. Shi to help me see a doctor, right?" The man nodded silently, wiped his warm lips with his hand after drinking the hot tea, and pulled out the black leather notebook from his backpack.The man didn't show the slightest surprise when he asked about the recent situation. It seemed that in the eyes of him and Shi Tongshen, the success of the cure was extremely common.When the man was seriously recording the recent situation, he glanced at the black leather cover of the notebook from the corner of his eye. On the cover was a piece of paper with a large gap, which recorded the man's name and address: "Zhang Lingyan, Xinxing Nanli District 14- 4-403".Yu Guangli secretly kept these messages in his heart, because he could feel that this man was as taciturn as Shi Tongshen, and although he tried his best to show his enthusiastic side, he still couldn't conceal his inner indifference.Later facts proved that his approach was correct: Zhang Lingyan never stopped at his home, even though he kept his contact information, and invited him to a nearby restaurant for lunch, but was politely declined.After Zhang Lingyan left, Yu Guangli groped for a map of Beijing from the bookshelf, found the address on the paper, and followed the traces of toner to find the bus.He circled that place with a black carbon pen, and marked the information still stored in his mind next to the circle in order to prevent forgetting.

Two weeks later, Xixing Publishing House, to which Zhang Lingyan belonged, had a half-day holiday, and Yu Guangli knocked on his door at around three o'clock in the afternoon.Zhang Lingyan has never received any guests into the house, so his house is full of sundries, the dusty floor has not been cleared for several days, magazine samples from the magazine agency are piled up next to the color TV, and there is nothing in the storage room except discarded items. Nothing else.Zhang Lingyan was puzzled when he heard a slight knock on the door, because no one had notified him that the publication would be mailed to him in advance, and the female worker who checked the water meter had visited earlier than last week.He opened the door, and was surprised to find Yu Guangli standing outside the door with happiness and gratitude on his face.Zhang Lingyan had nothing urgent to do, so he and Yu Guangli discussed newspaper headlines and anecdotes on the sofa.Zhang Lingyan felt at ease during the conversation. His closed nature collapsed in front of the enthusiasm of this peer, and his non-hypocritical or flattering words from the corner of his eye made him gradually let go of his hostility.

They became friends and maintain their friendship to this day.Many years later, Zhang Lingyan retired. In addition to finishing work and piano practice, he took the initiative to invite Yu Guangli and his son to visit his home.Usually, Yu Guangli is unable to visit frequently due to work and tasks, while Yu Xian will chat with Zhang Lingyan all afternoon.Every time Zhang Lingyan listened carefully to his experience, not out of patience but out of loneliness.Cosine, a natural narrator, will subdivide life experiences into paragraphs and tell them fluently. The vivid words and unique insights remind people of the recitation of the already prepared texts.

When Yu Xian visited Zhang Lingyan for the first time, he told about his unpleasant experience in the trusteeship center.For the first time in his life, he could feel that he was out of place with the collective: he would not take the initiative to communicate with others.After a nap, his sweater was crooked, and one sleeve hung down empty, and the ensuing feeling of depression haunted him until school was over.The only thing that makes cosine fit into the collective life is people's common hobby: playing chess.A teacher surnamed Yao often wears a purple coat and lays out paths and bridges made of conical checkers on paper as thin as a cicada's wing.Relying on years of experience in combat strategies, she moves like the wind in battle, her thick fingers brushing the gray area of ​​the regular octagon, and reaching the equilateral triangle area that the opponent is racking their brains to try to defend.Due to his preliminary understanding of checkers, Yu Xian failed to achieve that kind of superb chess skills. Logical reasoning became the best way for him to break the deadlock. Analysis enabled him to draw an extremely clear route from the mixed chessboard. Assist the red checkers he holds to cross the fence-like chess game without interfering with the smooth progress of his teammates.

In addition to many childhood memories, family history also made Zhang Lingyan a loyal listener of Yu Xian.Grandfather Yu Rong was nearly eighty years old, his face dotted with dark spots was covered with wrinkles, and a few strands of white hair floated on his smooth head like cotton wool.During the Anti-Japanese War, the ill-fated old man fled towards the wild mountains with a cloth bag full of dry food in order to avoid the impact of artillery fire. Before reaching the end cave, he strayed into the jungle and almost died of a bullet passing through his left ear.After tumbling in the mud, he fell into the pond. The cold water drilled into the trachea was like a hard rubber plug stuck in the middle of the red-hot iron pipe, making him unable to breathe. The stench of carrion mingled with the flying flies. Mosquitoes.When he weakly climbed to the road, he saw a thinly wrapped abandoned baby being eaten to the bones by ants. A few days ago, rumors in the mountains lingered in his mind: a mother was forced to use sweet potatoes to jam the baby's throat in order to cover up her whereabouts, and gradually weakened. Crying indicates that the baby is suffocating.

The many wonderful past events of Yu Xian are the mediator of Zhang Lingyan's loneliness and the catalyst of time.Living in Xinxing Nanli without internet coverage, retired