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5.

I was thinking about this in my heart, and I went to see Xie Tian again soon.The first time is raw and the second time is familiar, and the number of running him is increasing.

I used to talk more when I didn't know about his illness, but when I knew about it, I talked less, fearing that what I didn't say right would hurt him.In his place, I usually do whatever he does. I wash vegetables when he cooks, carry water when he plows the fields, and carry baskets when he chops firewood.I didn't know what to do, so I wanted to see him.Most of the time we just sit in the yard and don’t have much to say. I play with the game console that I gave him, and he watches from the sidelines.

I am very relieved that he is not sitting as far away as before.

Lin Zheng also often comes together, but he doesn't have the leisure time to study art as I study medicine, so basically he can only sit for a while.He told me a lot about AIDS, let me spend more time thank God.

"When AIDS first entered China, many people were prejudiced against it due to policy reasons. It was not easy for the child," he said.

I know this.

When I was in elementary school, the school taught us to stay away from drugs and cleanse ourselves to avoid AIDS, and at the same time taught us to care for AIDS patients.It made us all think that AIDS patients were infected by drug abuse.

Fortunately, I was fond of playing and making troubles at that time, and I was not worried about the school's education.After understanding a little bit, I don’t think there is anything wrong.But Lin Zheng said: "As long as any disease is related to infection, people will avoid it, let alone AIDS."

Xie Tian asked me why I often came to see him, and I said it was close to home, and the scenery here was beautiful and quiet, suitable for painting.

I live in downtown Chengdu, and Xie Tian lives in the suburbs. I usually take a bus to go there, and the round trip takes about six hours.I didn't draw much when I went there, I still mainly played games.

I told him that our surname is Xie, and he can just call me brother, but he didn't answer, and usually called me by my name.

After getting along like this for three or four months, the pagoda tree flowers bloomed and fell in the yard, leaving only the leaves.

In late summer and early autumn, I bought some clothes for Xie Tian and was putting them on him when he asked me if I knew he was sick.

I hummed, buttoned his buttons, and said with a smile: "The clothes are a bit short, it seems that you have grown taller."

He looked at me and asked if I was afraid.

Don't be afraid, this disease is not contagious by touching it.

Xie Tian was silent for a long time and said, I know.

After a long time, he said: "But they don't know, they are afraid of me... my brother."

At that time, the weather had turned cold, and the cicadas were silent and sleeping in the ground, the corners of the leaves turned yellow, and the courtyard was so quiet that there was only the sound of the wind.

And Xie Tian's crying, from choking to heart-piercing, tears dripped on my hands.