Please follow the doctor's advice

My name is Li Chaoyue, this year... Forget it, it doesn't matter.

I have a habit, it's a long story.

My memory begins on a certain day when I was four years old, which is very early for most people, but in terms of my later memory, it started too late.And the reason I was able to pin it down to a certain day was because I met a strange person that day.

When I was young, I was a bit of a "big-headed doll", which made my head look big and my body small, and I was so stupid.Of course, when I grew up, I knew that it was called hydrocephalus. The dimples in the brain were soaked up by the cerebrospinal fluid. People will become more and more stupid, unable to see clearly and unable to speak. The past is gone.

At that time, when adults were doing farm work, they would set up a few haystacks, surround the children and put them on the ground. There was not even a kindergarten in several nearby villages.However, the land in our village is notoriously "thin", and there are salt-alkali flowers, and nothing can grow after planting, so even if there is no need to pay taxes and contract, no one farms the land.With the construction of the first road into the village, my parents started their careers as hawkers.

That day, my mother was selling boiled tea from a public well under the small tree next to the only road. I took a small piece of melon she cut for me and played with mud in a ditch next to it. I don’t know. Out of nowhere, a tall uncle appeared. He squatted next to me and asked, "Little friend, did you draw this 72 zodiac chart?"

Of course I didn't answer. If I could answer, I wouldn't be called a "big-headed doll".

The uncle stuck out a finger and tapped another spot in the mud where I peed and said, "There is one Wenchang star missing here, don't you remember him?"

For some reason, I had a hunch that he was asking about "he", not "it".

I looked at the place where he poked a hole, and suddenly I was able to speak normally, and I said, "I don't remember."

He looked at me and nodded: "It's fine if you don't remember."

Then I drew a few more strokes in the mud, connected that mud nest with several other mud nests, and drew a crescent moon, connected the other mud nests, drew a spoon, and pointed at one of the points. Said, "This is you, the reincarnation of Wenquxing Tianquan. Don't chase after the past, forget it."

Before leaving, he touched my big head and said, "This child has such a big head at only four years old. He will definitely be great when he grows up. Study hard."

Later, when I learned that my problem was called "hydrocephalus" instead of "a big head makes you smart", I was determined to forget what this idiot said, but I can never forget the mud hole he poked.

After he left, I took a look at the melon in my hand, and suddenly felt that if it was stained with mud and urine, I couldn’t eat it directly, at least I should wash it with water. In the past one or two years, I have been eating the ground with mud or ashes. of all things picked up.

Children in rural areas don’t pay much attention to hygiene. My parents didn’t have enough time to earn a living, and they didn’t have any experience in preschool education.

One day I brought this matter home and talked about it. My mother said to me while serving me clear soup and porridge: "The current human traffickers are so careless that they won't even give you a candy."

But my dad was very nervous when he heard it. After all, our family can’t afford a second child. If I run around all day and get kidnapped, wouldn’t the food he’s fed in the past few years be in vain?So, in the second year, when I was only five years old, my dad found a relative with a chicken and two bottles of knife wine, and I was stuffed into an elementary school eighteen miles away from home in advance. From then on, I started my growing up. Up to 20 years of hard study.

As I got older, the volume of my face and body gradually kept up, and my big head was no longer so obtrusive. At that time, there were 20 students in the class, and I was the youngest one.

And I, every exam is No.1.

That summer, I switched from tractor to bus, then to passenger car and then to train. When I got off the train, I backed up two buses. There might have been [-] trips down the road totaling [-] kilometers, which was blown by the hot wind on the road I got to know each other a few times, and finally went to Shencheng Medical University, where my father said, "You can have a skill after graduation, and you can't leave the job at any time. If your family members are sick, you can show them to you."

I was wearing muddy plastic slippers on my feet, hugged the clean bedding, pillow, kettle and stool that had just been issued, and kicked the big luggage bag that my parents sent with the group when they got married and went to some mountain honeymoon, and pinned my ears With a cigarette, he took the key given by the housekeeper and counted the room numbers one by one.

"1524, 1526..."

When I counted to 1528 where I lived, it happened that the number plate of this door was gone. According to our statement, the door was gone on the first day of entering the house. This is either a monster or a monster. Evil.

It was noon, and I had nothing to fear, so I just took a look in from the wide open door.

The outside temperature was about 30 degrees that day, and the indoor temperature was not much better.There was a boy sitting at the table in the room, with his shoulders straight, one hand on the table, and a cup of hot tea in the other.

He blew lightly on the water surface of the cup—not the kind of blowing that I would gulp when I ran home from the outside to drink water in a hurry, nor the kind of blowing away the green onion and coriander when drinking soup Blow, the puff he blows, it's like, like...

A sigh.

I suddenly felt that what he was blowing was not warmth, but loneliness.

But on such a hot day, we are still holding a cup of hot tea. Our old village chief doesn't do this. Isn't this kid stupid because of the heat?

The most important thing is that when a big man like me stood at the gate, he didn't even lift his eyelids, and even lowered his head and took another sip of tea?Yo, why are the people in the city so awesome?

I took another look.

He was wearing a black polo shirt tucked into white slacks.

Yes, on such a hot day, he wore the most heat-absorbing black clothes; on the days of "reporting for duty", he wore a pair of white pants.

I kind of admire him.

Immediately afterwards, I lowered my head and took a rough look at my slippers, big underpants, and a fake basketball uniform and big vest... Is this the difference between "Yangchun Baixue" and "Xialibaren"?

Uncomfortable is uncomfortable, I still have to find a place to live.

I raised my throat like a gong, and yelled in a mouthful of Northeast scumbags: "Hey, is this 1528?"

The boy finally raised his head, the black clothes made his skin more white.He picked up the glasses on the table and put them on the bridge of his nose, stood up and smiled politely, and spoke to me in standard Mandarin.

"Yes. Hello, my name is Xu Yiren."

It turned out to be nearsighted, no wonder I didn't see the person coming, I immediately forgave him for ignoring me just now.Also, his voice is really nice, like the news on TV, and he doesn't smile like my other brothers.

So lovely.

Seeing him smile, let alone whether there are ghosts or monsters in this room, even if there is a ghost, I also recognize it, and immediately walked towards him hehehehe foolishly.

He strayed to the door and picked up the luggage bag that I had forgotten—only I knew how heavy it was. In addition to my few ragged clothes, there was also a large jar of pickles my mother had pickled. The jar was as heavy as a bag of bricks with water, and I could really shiver without any mental preparation.

This little white face doesn't look very strong, but it's quite energetic.

He was so kind to me, so I chatted with him: "My name is Li Chaoyue, I'm in class six, are we in the same class?"

Him: "Well, one class."

Me: "Where are you from?"

He: "From Shencheng."

Me: "Oh, Shencheng! This is the first time I have come to such a big city. The bus stops are so big, bigger than the square at the entrance of our village! Hey, what's interesting in Shencheng, can you introduce me? "

"Play?" He glanced at me quietly, the polite smile on his face has faded, "If you want to play, there are endless fun in Shencheng, but when you come here, you are here did you play?"

This is fucking unfriendly, so I just ask if it’s okay to listen to something new?You just tell me what to play, can I have the money to really play?

"If you play for a year or two, you will only be able to play in the next few years. If you play these few years, I am afraid that you will only be able to play for the rest of your life." After he finished speaking, he picked up his teacup and began to meditate. He didn't respond to the smoky top bunk.

To be honest, my own father would not dare to talk to me like that.

The school children in our ten miles and eight villages all pointed at me to make up lessons to be admitted to high school. Some of them have a good relationship with me and were admitted to second-rate and third-rate universities. Wherever I go, there are a bunch of younger brothers who help me pick melons and steal fruits. Wipe it off yourself and bring it to me?Although our village is poor, everyone knows that only those who are educated can go out. A few times when my dad wanted to beat me up, a group of relatives appeared to block me before he did it. Before leaving, he told my dad to talk to me. Please don't scare me.

Why does this little boy teach me a lesson?

Later, a few more people came to our dormitory one after another, and I realized that he greeted everyone with a polite smile, or helped with luggage.

I was a little disappointed that I was nothing special to him.

Really boring.

Wait, am I a little lost?He just finished talking bad about me, what the hell am I missing?

There is also a boy in our dormitory. He is tall, thin, and dark. He looks rich at home. Boxes of brand-name sports shoes are piled up under the table. The latest mobile phones, SLR cameras, and game consoles are thrown on the table like they don’t need money. , especially chatting with the little boy.You must know that we hadn’t distributed a single book at that time, and the two of us were just talking about what classes to teach and what books to learn, just like two children reciting texts facing each other.I listened for a while, this guy was okay, what he was talking about, I just thought it was boring, so I ran to the basketball court to play basketball with people.

ah!Let's run, let's have blood, and sway the sweat of youth!

To be honest, wherever I go to play, there are crowds of people. I don’t know how many people cheered and applauded me on the sidelines all afternoon. Even the other buddies who played with me were a little bit "happiness came too suddenly". Even light rain can't stop our enthusiasm for pretending.

Later, amidst the cheers, I felt bored and went back to the dormitory with wet hair. As soon as I entered the door, I heard that black and thin boy chatting with a short man about video games and mobile phones and what fun things are there in Shencheng.As soon as I heard it, I knew that the little boy was definitely unhappy again. After a closer look, sure enough, he sat back beside his table with a silent face, looking out of tune with the people behind him.

Seeing him unhappy, but I didn't know why I felt very happy. I regained my energy, moved the iron stool to the table next to him and sat down obediently.

He turned to look at me and said, "Why don't you dry it off."

People in the city have a lot to do.My hair is a bit long, so it is inevitable that it will accumulate water. When I heard this, I quickly tore a piece of toilet paper and wiped off the drops of water that fell on his table.

He watched me finish wiping the table, and said, "I'm talking about wiping yourself. Do you want to wipe it off when it's raining?"

Just kidding, I have never held an umbrella since I grew up.Since I was in elementary school, I have to rely on two legs to go back and forth on the 36-mile mountain road every day, and my hands are not enough to support the stones to cross the river. How can I have time to "wipe dry after getting wet"?But he has said so, I have to show face to others, otherwise I will think I am throwing water everywhere later.

I stood up and pulled off the bed, took off the pillow cover issued by the school, and smiled at him "hehe" while wiping.

His expression became more silent, and he looked around at the towel rack on the balcony, then looked at me hesitating to speak, and finally took a new white towel from his closet and handed it to me: "New, Bring too much."

The old towels I use at home have lost their hair for a long time, and they are as hard as tree bark after drying every time. Holding the soft new towels, I really don't know which side to use first.When I got excited, I threw the half-wet pillow towel in front of him: "Then this is for you!"

The corner of the little boy's mouth twitched, and he said in a low voice: "I have."

I weighed it over and over again, anyway, the pillow towel was already wet, but the towel was still dry, so I simply stood on tiptoe and spread the towel on the pillow as a pillow towel.As soon as the paving was finished, the little white face stood by and asked me with his own water bottle, "Where's your cup?"

This scared me, so I hurriedly searched around the bookshelves, only to realize that I had no cup at all, so I took a plastic pen holder left by someone who lived here before and wiped it with toilet paper, holding it with both hands. Like a drink, it was served in front of him.

Drinking water from gourd ladles in the village is similar to this, no problem!Drink it fast so you don't leak much!

He looked at the old dust that hadn't been wiped clean at the bottom of the pen holder, lowered his arm holding the pot, and looked at me through the lens with a complicated look——that kind of look I recalled later, as if I was looking at Qing Hongshi, who hadn't figured out "one plus two equals" in the village for several years, also used it.

In the end, he took a rice jar with a handle from his desk, poured water and gently placed it in front of me.

That night, it may have something to do with our two beds being close together. In short, when I didn't remember or pay attention to the names of the other people, and the lights didn't match the voice of the conversation, I could already tell the difference. Did the slight sigh come from him?