tomb bed

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Xie Qian received news of an AIDS patient a few days ago, and came to this village deep in the mountains, with green trees and green hills, blue sky and white clouds, old walls with blue tiles and old walls in the smoke, and green waves of wheat seedlings in the fields.

He stood at the head of the village and watched. When was the last time he saw such a scene?

Maybe it was because he had just climbed the mountain and he hadn't slowed down yet. It took him a long time to realize that it was almost two years.Going around for these years, this mountain has returned to spring.

"That's all, the mother and child in the room are both HIV-AIDS." Yang Qizheng said, he was the one who brought the news, and he could speak standard Sichuan dialect.

A lot of ash and dead leaves were piled up on the eaves of the door in front of the door, and the wind swirled and flew up.Xie Qian looked up at the eaves of the door, gray tiles and moss, the ruins rushing towards him.

The door was unlocked, and opened with a few taps.

What catches the eye is a courtyard, the pagoda trees in the center of the courtyard are full of branches of pagoda flowers in season, and the ground is snow-white.A thin child stood there holding a clothes-horse, and a big yellow dog barked at them at their feet.

Yang Qizheng called from the side: "Xiaotian."

The child came back to his senses and immediately responded with a smile: "Brother, you are here."

Cheng Tian was diagnosed with AIDS together with his mother when he was eight years old.His father ran away, his mother was too depressed and bedridden, Cheng Tian was also expelled from school, and he had to do farm work to take care of his mother at a young age.

"I heard this from other people. My hometown is here. I found out when I came back last summer vacation."

Yang Qizheng and Xie Qian chatted while sitting on the locust tree. He sat on the small bench and teased the dog, saying, "I think that kid is also pitiful. I happened to see your website, so I wondered if I could help him."

Xie Qian looked up at the green locust tree above his head, the wind blew a few petals onto his face, and he brushed them away with his hand, saying: "I will try my best."

At this moment, Yang Qizheng's cell phone rang.Yang Qizheng glanced at the screen, frowned and connected: "Hey... well, I know.... I didn't go to find that baby..." After hanging up the phone, seeing Xie Qian looking at him, he smiled awkwardly: "At home phone."

Xie Qian nodded, and went to look at the locust tree again, "This tree grows well."

"The trees on the mountain are all growing well, unlike the ones in the city, they are all sickly, tsk tsk, delicate and delicate."

Xie Qian raised his eyebrows and smiled after hearing this: "That's a good sentence." He reached out and patted the trunk of the tree: "I knew a child before, and his house was also on the mountain. The locust tree in the yard grew better than this one. It should be full of pagoda trees at this time... When I saw him, he was only ten years old."

The cool breeze brings the fragrance of Sophora japonica, and the lines of the tree trunk resting on the palm reveal the vicissitudes of life.

After a while, Xie Qian asked: "I'm addicted to cigarettes, do you mind?"

Seeing Yang Qizheng shaking his head, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one in his mouth, lit it, and took a slow puff.He exhaled slowly again.The smoke spread out around the mouth.

"And then? The kid."

"That kid..."

Xie Qian didn't say anything more. After a long silence, he sighed and said, "Let me tell you a story."

Some things have been buried too deep for too long, and they should always be brought out for a breath of air.

The pagoda tree in front of me is full of new leaves and flowers.Sophora japonica blooms well and falls quickly at this time, when the wind blows, the leaves rustle, and the sophora japonica flowers fall from the branches, just like back then.

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