hate time

Final settlement, you are busy.

March [-]

Start writing "Fish Scale Cloud".

☆, sixteen, 46 years old, 39 years old

August [-]

I was negligent, you have been wearing that string of Sapindus chinensis for 14 years, and I never thought of replacing its string, so that today it suddenly broke, and the beads were scattered on the ground.

You and I spent a long time picking up these prayer beads.In the end, only one hundred and eight beads were found.

Seeing that I am still squatting anxiously on the ground looking for it, you are puzzled: "Isn't there already exactly one hundred and eight of them?"

I curled up my index finger, tapped your forehead lightly, and said, "Stupid, you also need to count the Buddha head (the main bead), it is one hundred and nine."

I searched for a long time, but I still couldn't find this last bead.I suddenly became uneasy and panicked.So that night, I took the bullet train to Hangzhou and brought back a new bunch of Sapindus chinensis.

August 31

"Fish Scale Cloud" finished.

Some time ago, in order to catch up with the deadline for "Fish Scale Cloud", I somewhat neglected "Shi Shu".So you started urging me again.

"You promised me to finish writing "The Book of History". We even hooked up."

"Okay, okay, now pull the hook again."

"Travel hook, increase, 100 years, not allowed to change."

January [-]

You smiled and put a few photos in front of me.

"This is all the savings I have worked hard over the past few years." You said. "Looking at your posture, do you want to keep me?"

You shake your head: "Guess how much money there is in total" "I can't guess"

"I'm already richer than my father." You look proud.

It took me a while to realize: "Isn't this something Xia's parents would do?" "I just want to try. Try to see if I can do it." "Then why didn't you tell me that you were born For this purpose..." "I thought it was impossible for me to succeed, but I also felt that I must give it a try."

"You only used it for seven years, faster than Xia Yu. With such strength, why don't you have confidence in yourself?"

You just laugh.

"Then what then? Are you going to go back and compete with Xia Yu for that seat?"

"No, I'm going to be a money-scattering boy next time."

February [-]

You have distributed all your property to the merchants you have worked with before.They are all small businesses with talents but no funds.You give them money to encourage them to start a business.

Later, you told me that after all the money was gone, it was indescribably easy.

April [-]rd

You said: "Let's go to Suzhou and live the life you want to live."

"What kind of life I want to live is not important, what matters is that you are satisfied with that kind of life?"

"I'm satisfied, I desperately want to rest now."

April [-]th

Say goodbye to Xiao Gong and Director Lin, and postpone Ziyang's calligraphy class indefinitely.

After everything is done.

The bullet train to Suzhou is just today.

You said to me, "I want to see an old friend again."

I guessed it was a statement, so I didn't go with you.I believe you can make a good conclusion.

April [-]

The art school is still there, but it has been refurbished.The jasmine trees were cut down and replaced by concrete walls.The pear tree is still there, and the teacher of the art school has not changed.But I don't want to do things here anymore.

I found a Chinese medicine clinic, and I will work with you in it, helping to grab and grind the medicine.

We live in an alley.Every day when I go to work, I have to step on a few paths paved with bluestone slabs, walk across a few small bridges, and pass through a few corridors.Occasionally, boatmen can be seen parked by the river port, looking leisurely.

May [-]th

This is a small clinic with only one old Chinese doctor.He often practices calligraphy (because business is cold).I also practice with him.Therefore, I copied the Eighteen Anti-Songs and the Nineteen Anti-Songs hundreds of times.

With nothing to do, you spend most of your time sleeping.I bought a recliner and a woolen blanket just for you, and I put them in the pharmacy.The old Chinese doctor also turned a blind eye.

May [-]

Although it is not necessary, I still have the habit of keeping a diary.

Today, my diary suddenly disappeared strangely, and I can't find it no matter how I look for it.

The author has something to say: Xia Han doesn't know how to speak.

And the statement, just kept looking at the person in front of him affectionately.

Finally, he spoke: "I once loved you silently and hopelessly."

Xia Han didn't know how to respond.The best he could think of was to give the statement a hug.

And the statement cupped his face and kissed him deeply.

☆, seventeen, 47 years old, 40 years old

October [-]

An old Chinese doctor recommended a teahouse to me, saying that its dim sum tastes so good that people want to swallow the bowl together.

You are still sleepy all day long.

I wake you up softly, and plan to take you to that teahouse for afternoon tea.

You rub your eyes and stand up.

I watched you fall to the ground.

I picked you up and kept calling your name.

You didn't answer me.

The siren of the ambulance was harsh.

I'll put you on a stretcher.

I stood stiffly in front of the emergency room, not knowing what to do or what to do.Only the shrill siren of the ambulance echoed in my ears.

October [-]

I read it many times before I could barely make out the words on the medical certificate.

"He has only two years at most." The doctor's glasses reflected the cold light.

"How...how could...it's impossible to become so ill all of a sudden!" I heard myself say.

"This is not his real medical records and physical examination reports over the past few years."

"No, these are statements..."

I stopped talking.

I suddenly understood.

You've been lying to me, along with the statement...

October [-]

I sat by your bed all night.

The instrument next to the bed suddenly beeped.

Doctors and nurses broke in.They pulled me out.

Our hands parted.

Your hand hangs down weakly, the ring slips out from your ring finger and falls on the floor tiles with a crisp sound.

October [-]

you're awake.

You looked at me and smiled at me: "I want to be discharged from the hospital." "No, your illness is not cured yet."

"My illness won't get better, I know." "Yes, the statement also knows, but I don't know."

"...I'm sorry" "We... have pulled the hook. "Shishu" has not been finished yet, you said you would accompany me."

silence.

"Can you let me out of the hospital?"

"No! I will find a way. I... I must have a way. Your illness will definitely be cured."

"The issue of life and death has been discussed and demonstrated by too many people from ancient times to the present. In fact, the answer is already very clear. You understand, why lie to yourself."

"In this life, I have wasted too much time in the hospital." You stretched out your arms to hug me, pressing your cold cheek to my neck, "I'm sorry, it's the last..."

October 28

Discharged.

Take the bus home, there are very few people on the bus.

You sing softly: "Nan-fang, fly-come, little-hong-yan, nah"

I told you earlier, this sentence must be sung to the end.But you always secretly take a breath in the middle.

I sing with you:

"Little swan geese flying from the south

Don't fall on the Yangtze River, don't take off. "

By the end, we were both in tears.

November [-]

The sun is shining and it's warm.I'll take you for a walk in the park.

Hold your hand and sit side by side on a bench.

You slowly fell on my shoulders.

"Tired?" "A little bit" "Shall we go back?" "I want to sit for a while"

I put my arms around you and changed to a position that made you feel comfortable.

I put my hand on yours and gently rubbed the back of your hand with my thumb.

January [-]rd

"Will you take me home after I'm gone?"

I can't say no to you, even though I know where your "home" is.

March [-]

You survived this winter.

March [-]

You must inhale oxygen at night to sleep.Even in sleep, it is not safe.Coughing at night, sometimes for an hour.

April [-]

After five consecutive days of high fever, you won't recognize me after waking up.

April 28

You are getting weaker and thinner.

May [-]th

You sit quietly all day without saying a word.The clear eyes looked at the world in confusion, like a child.

June [-]

You like to stare at the mist above the hot water in a daze, lost in thought.

August [-]

You are like sand in your hands.The tighter you hold, the more you lose.

☆, eighteen, 48 years old, 41 years old

September [-]

In front of you is the Bana flower, which is as gorgeous as blood.And you stepped onto the path among the flowers before me.

Tears dripped on the blood-red petals and disappeared.

I watched your thin body gradually being submerged by the sea of ​​fiery red flowers.

I haven't told you yet.After crossing the Yellow River Road, there is the Wangchuan River.When the soul crosses the river of forgetfulness, it forgets all the things in life.Everything that used to stay on the other side, in the place where the flowers bloom on the other side.

I haven't told you yet.When I walk this road in the future, I will not leave the memory of you on the other side.I will take it on the road.

Because I won't forget.

Because I can't forget.

September [-]

Yesterday, I informed Xia Yu and asked him to take you home.

The long night that followed, I don't know how I spent it.Maybe it was a sleepless night, maybe it was like a dream.

September [-]

I learned to drink too much.

Spending nights in taverns, sleeping on alcohol.

I was obsessed with the feeling of being drunk.All sounds are like passing through the water and entering the ears.

Walking on the road is like stepping on cotton.

The water will flow even more when the knife is cut off, and the sorrow will be relieved by a toast.

Yes, it seems like the whole person is immersed in a wave of sorrow.

Drunk.Under the dim streetlights, I staggered on my own swaying shadow.

I don't know when I got home, but I am not in a hurry to enter the door.

Sitting down against the wall, staring at the blue bricks at his feet, motionless.Repeatedly listened to the "Gada Meilin" recorded that year.It was like this until dawn, when the smell of alcohol dissipated, I opened the door and entered the house.

September 25

I heard that your father held a lavish funeral for you.Wrong, wrong, not for you, but for your soulless ashes.

I did not go.Because I can't think of what identity to use.

October [-]

Zhang Qi found me lying drunk in the shed.He gave me a really solid punch.

"Is this what you are good at?!"

October [-]

Zhang Qi stayed at my house, took care of my three meals, forbade me to drink too much alcohol, and forced me to live a regular life as before.

I haven't touched white rice for a long time, and the home-cooked dishes in front of me give me a familiar warmth.

But, "too salty"

Saying this, the tears couldn't stop...

October [-]

Zhang Qi is like this, from childhood to adulthood, he always loves to take care of me.

When I was young, my mother didn't pay much attention to me, and Zhang Qi seemed to be my mother.As long as I hunched over, he would slap my back very hard.As long as his walking posture is a little bit out of place, he will talk about it for a long time.In fact, it all means the same thing: "If you keep doing this, you won't even be able to get a wife."

When it’s cold, I need to add more clothes, and I need to bring an umbrella when I go out. It’s also he who reminds me.

No sound can be made when chewing, chopsticks should be held higher, everything in the bowl should be eaten up and not wasted, and the left hand should not be inserted in the waist pocket of the trousers or placed under the table when eating, but should be taken out to hold the bowl...

October 21

I couldn't sleep all night and all night.Sometimes even if I fell asleep, I would wake up immediately.But I don't know what I'm afraid of.

Later, a bouquet of jasmine was placed on the bedside - the smell made me feel at ease.

After that, it was a dreamless night.

It was as if you had been reincarnated as Jasmine.

November [-]

Met Wuchou in the teahouse.He asked me where are you.

I did not speak.

He turned his head and looked at the weeping willow outside the window.It has lost all its leaves, leaving only brown and yellow branches hanging weakly.

He said: "Even if life is a dream, we have to have this dream with gusto, and don't lose the emotion and fun of the dream; even if life is a tragedy, we have to act out this tragedy vividly, and don't lose The grandeur and joy of tragedy."

I smiled bitterly: "This is Nietzsche's words."

"This moment is mine."

November [-]

My dad brought a basket of salted duck eggs to see me.

After ten years, he finally agreed to see me.

After dinner, the father and son each had a salted duck egg and ate slowly.

"I am not a good father." "You are good enough."

He sighed: "Then why, you haven't grown up yet."

November [-]

Zhang Qi went to Hangzhou to fight for the reprint of "Sea People's Ballad" for me.The result is of course failure.

November [-]

Zhang Qi came back from Hangzhou and brought me Longjing.

I said, "The tea is too bitter. I plan to drink only plain water in the future."

November [-]

Zhang Qi has lived in my house for more than a month.

"Your wife and children are in Hangzhou. You should go back and don't waste time on me."

"Liangyue is studying at university and hasn't come back yet." "What about your wife?"

"A few years ago, I suddenly went crazy and got lost."

December [-]st

I can no longer be decadent.Even if I'm the only one left, I have to fulfill that promise.Now that you've pulled the hook...

December [-]

I handed over the newly completed "Historical Shu" to Zhang Qi.

December [-]

Zhang Qi was very angry: "No wonder no publishing house is willing to ask for your book. No one is willing to publish this kind of thing!" He said and threw the manuscript I gave him yesterday on the table.

"Do you remember what you said? The most important thing in writing is to have your own thoughts."

Of course I remember that 16 years ago today, I was invited to give a lecture in Shanghai.

I said this at the time: "Art comes from life and is higher than life. Just like some realistic painters, they draw materials from life. Some hyperrealist works are as real as photos. But I think, after they become At the same time as the real thing, it has lost its value as a work of art. It only reflects an objective object, and does not add the author's subjective spirit. It originates from life, but is not higher than life. The same is true for writing, except for depicting characters and In addition to narrating the plot, the more important point is to have your own thoughts."

Zhang Qi criticized me: "You are just recording what happened in the past. Anyone can write this kind of thing! You are a writer, not a historian."

December [-]

Zhang Qi took me out of Suzhou.He felt that keeping me here would not bring about a good change.

Before leaving, I hastily packed your clothes and daily necessities into a box and put them under the bed.

After you left, I didn't sort out your belongings, but put them away as usual, just like you did when you were alive.

I'm going here, I don't know when I can come back.In order not to let them fall into dust, they can only be put away.

I still keep the string of Sapindus without a Buddhist bead.

I wear it on my hand.kiss it.

"wait for me"

December [-]

After arriving in Hangzhou, I changed the name of "Shishu" to "Passing Passers-by of EMI" and continued to create.

December [-]

Write down the first draft of "Passing Passers-by of EMI" on paper.

While I was writing, Zhang Qi converted it into an electronic manuscript.After writing, I will burn the first draft to you.

April [-]rd

"It's time to tell you about this." Zhang Qi said.

On September 25 last year, Chen committed suicide in Wenzhou.He didn't have any relatives or friends in Wenzhou, and his colleagues in the hospital paid for him to be buried in a cemetery on the outskirts of the city.

"This year's Qingming Festival, let's go and see him." Zhang Qi said.

A statement was made that a suicide note was left.

There is a bodhi tree in front of the gate, which grows beside the ancient well

I've dreamed countless sweet dreams, in its green underworld

I also carved sweet lines on that tree trunk

Regardless of happiness and pain, often linger under the tree

Today, like the old days, I wandered into the night

I walk in the dark and close my eyes

It seems to hear the branch calling softly to me

"Companion, come back to me and find peace!"

The cold north wind blows straight into my face

Blowing off the hat on my head, I still move forward firmly

Now I am far away from my hometown, many years in a blink of an eye

but still hear the call

"Find peace here!"

Now I am far away from my hometown, many years in a blink of an eye

but still hear the call

"Here to find peace, here to find peace!"

I think it's a love song from the statement to you.

The author has something to say: Lovebeginswithasmileandendswithatear.

☆, nineteen, 50 years old, 41 years old

August [-]

Yanming's family settled in Hangzhou for the better education of their two children.

Yanming still asked me to be Sun Ziyang's calligraphy teacher.

In just two years, Sun Ziyang has changed a lot.He grew taller and more beautiful, and his temper suddenly calmed down.

When I first started teaching her calligraphy, she learned calligraphy so slowly that I thought for a while that she wasn't cut out for it.Now, she is learning extremely fast and growing at an astonishing rate.She is only 12 years old and her future is limitless.

September [-]

Completed the sequel of "Yi Xiao Chi": "Yi Xiao Kong".

Of the two of them, one is suave and suave, and the other is as gentle as jade.In the end, one had no love in life, and the other died young.

The past is like looking at flowing water, and the coming is like looking up at a high mountain.

There are thousands of things in the world, and life has been in a hurry for decades.

"A Smile in the Sky" is the final work of Yancheng Yuntong.

I will not write any more about love.Because it has become an eternal past.

September [-]

I've become more superstitious since you left.Every first and fifteenth day of the lunar calendar, people have to go to Lingyin Temple to offer incense.

Because loss and pain are the starting point of almost all religions.

September 27

Your father died.The blockade of alleys by major publishing houses was gradually lifted. "Passers-by of EMI" can also appear in front of readers openly.

I can go to Yiwu to pay homage to you.

October [-]

Zhang Qi went to fight for a reprint of "Sea People's Ballad".This time it worked.Although only a pitifully small print run.

I said, forget it, let it be buried.But Zhang Qi said: "You just treat me as a love toss."

April [-]th

I went to Wenzhou to visit the tomb of the statement.

I stopped by to visit Director Lin.

His house is near the pier.It was quite desolate here, with no pedestrians or vehicles passing by.

Director Lin said: "When there was no bridge on the river, people on the other side had to rely on boats to cross the river. At that time, the wharf was the most prosperous area in the whole city. My home was here, and the city was once the most prosperous Later, after the bridge was built, the bustling place ceased, and it became the most desolate place in the small town.”

Director Lin also took me to visit the pier.He said: "People from the other side of the river brought all kinds of goods to the city to do business. After the ferry docked, they unloaded the goods and set up stalls on the side of the pier to sell them."

He paused: "This was originally the busiest part of the city, but now it's the busiest place in the city. I stay here and grow old with my memories."

Today's ferry is no longer prosperous, the sound of the whistle has become a lonely echo, and the peeling white paint on the ferry is like the scars of time.The pier ended up being an outcast of the times.

March [-]

I plan to stay in Wenzhou for a few more days and stay at Dao Lin's house.

March [-]

Xiao Gong’s views on the old wharf are different from ours: “Anything has a reason for its existence in terms of the era and conditions in which it was produced. With the passage of time and changes in conditions, the reason for existence will be lost; Dialectical negation gives way to a higher stage."

Seeing that he memorized it so smoothly, it is probably the content in the textbook.

April [-]th

Director Lin walked through the busy city with long songs every day, enjoying himself like a madman in the eyes of the world.

"Flying in front of my eyes one by one

鲜活 的 面容

湮 没 了 黄尘古道

……

兴亡 谁 人定 啊

盛衰 岂 无凭 啊

A page is gone"

April [-]

back to hangzhou

April [-]

Standing alone in the heavy rain of the West Lake, I suddenly understood what Director Lin said.

During the holidays, the West Lake is the busiest, and tourists come here admiringly, shoulder to shoulder.Now, the West Lake is the loneliest.I am in the rain, guarding the memories, and getting old slowly.

The author has something to say: the shadow of the sword is dimmed

far away, drums and horns

眼前 飞扬 着 个 个

鲜活 的 面容

湮 没 了 黄尘古道

荒芜 了 烽火 边城

岁月 啊 你 不 走

那 一 串串 的 姓名

兴亡 谁 人定 啊

盛衰 岂 无凭 啊

一 页 风云散 啊

变幻 了 时空

聚散 皆 是 缘 哪

离 合 总 关情 啊

担当 生前 事 啊

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——"The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" ending song "The Sky of History"

☆, twenty, 51 years old, 41 years old

November [-]

Sun Ziyang's level is already far above mine.She can even write the word "love" very well.

I told Yanming that I had nothing to teach her.

So Ziyang learned from a great calligrapher, and at the same time, began to learn seal cutting.

December [-]

I went back to Suzhou to sort out your belongings.

In a coat pocket I found a diary.It was the one that disappeared inexplicably three years ago.

After finding this diary, I stopped organizing things.He sat down on the floor and read it.The trifles about your life in the diary are visualized in my mind.As if closing your eyes, you can see your lover.

Everything happened as if it happened yesterday.

With mixed feelings, I turned to the last page of the diary.Someone took a pencil and wrote this sentence: "I am like the words written in pencil. Whenever you want to forget, just erase the handwriting."

This is your handwriting.

I firmly covered your original faint handwriting stroke by stroke with the ink of the pen.

May [-]th

The current technology is developing so fast that I have gradually been unable to keep up with the pace of the times.

However, no matter how advanced the technology is, the time machine has not yet been invented.To this day, it remains the fantasy of writers.

I don't believe in time machines.No matter how far in the future, it will not appear.Even if it appears, it is a waste product.Remaking the past is a logically implausible thing to do.So does it make sense to go back in time?

There is no such thing as time travel in the world.The past is the past.We can't go back.

☆, 21, 61 years old, 41 years old

October [-]

"Sea People's Ballad" was nominated for an award.I guess one of the judges found it at a used bookstall.

October 25

"Sea People's Ballad" was nominated for more than a dozen awards.Those awards are relatively well-known domestically. The sales of "Sea People's Ballad" also improved.

Out of print, reprint, out of print, reprint.

November [-]

"Sea People's Ballad" won nine awards.I refuse them all.Because, it doesn't make any sense.Its editor is no longer there.

December [-]rd

"Sea People's Ballad" caused a huge sensation, and Liangxiang was forced to stand under the flashlight of the media.

Today, I participated in a science and education program in Nanjing, the theme of which was "The Secret Behind Liangxiang's Powerful Memory."

The host asked me: "What memory skills do you have"

"For example, people remember something like putting it in a drawer in the brain. Not remembering it doesn't mean forgetting, it just lacks the reminder to wake up the memory and the key to open the drawer. However, some people even lose the drawer , the key is useless. This is complete forgetting. I have two memory skills. The first is to organize the drawers in chronological order. This is much faster to find and not easy to lose. , The key to the drawer is usually provided by the outside world. And I, while putting the memory in the drawer, prepared a key myself. This key is time."

"Is this something you trained the day after tomorrow?" "No. Memory is my innate instinct. I'm just explaining it in a more common way now."

"Some people describe long-term memory like this-the depth of the memory is the depth of the emotion. Do you think this statement makes sense?" "Yes"

"Some people say that you always remember the past and hold on to the past, which is a kind of decadence, a kind of negativity obsessed with the past. What do you think of this statement?" "I can't live without the past " "People always look forward."

"I see what you mean" I said, "Thank you"

December 21

I was invited to go to Beijing, just in time for the smog, and I could smell the smell of firecrackers as soon as I got off the plane.When he came back, he became seriously ill.

I am no stranger to the hospital.When I was a child, I often went in and out of it with my father.Later, in order to take care of you, I spent a lot of time in the hospital.

However, it was the first time to lie on the hospital bed like this.

Looking at the snow-white ceiling in front of me, I understand how you feel when you are sick.

Can't do anything, lie in bed motionless, can only think wildly, and always think in bad and negative places.

March [-]

Was beaten by the publishing house to write an autobiography: "Because life is just a dream".

Basically scribbled.Because I don't expect the world to understand me.

Zhang Qi told me to write carefully, not to be perfunctory.He said that there are many things worth writing about in my life, but his life can be finished in a few words.

But Zhang Qi only told me this once.Later, he let me mess around.

July [-]rd

Liang Yue and her grandson Yang will get married tomorrow.

Liang Yue is 31 years old this year. He is a famous pipa player. He is not well-known in China, but many people abroad invite him to perform.So he is also a well-known figure in the international social circles.Ziyang is only 23 years old this year, and he is already a member of Xiling Yinshe.She's still young and has a pretty bright future ahead of her.

At first, she listened to music in Suzhou.She was the only one in the audience.She just stared at him playing the pipa on the stage.

Tonight, I saw Yanming combing Ziyang's hair.

"Speaking of which, I really don't seem to have combed your hair a few times. That's right, you learned to comb your hair at a very young age."

"You grew up too fast, you grew up in the blink of an eye. You got married before your mother had time to react"

"Tell me the truth, do you sometimes feel that mother loves Wuyang more? You should have ideas. But ah, you can take good care of yourself, so mother doesn't have to worry about you too much. You see Your sister is still not worrying."

"But recently, my mother started to regret it. When I wanted to take good care of you, you were already getting married"

August [-]th

I still insist on the habit of getting up early and going to West Lake to practice calligraphy.

"Grandpa, what word is this?" I saw a pair of grandparents standing next to the words I just wrote.

"By the West Lake, the beauty is by your side"

The author has something to say: because you have been loved and loved, you cannot forget it.

☆, 22, 69 years old, 41 years old

October [-]

I went to Wenzhou once.

Attend Lin Dao's funeral.

Many of his students were present.

A student in an old suit came to the stage and said something like this:

"My high school class has gathered the students with the worst grades. We never thought that the head teacher would be Director Lin. We think the school leaders should prefer to lead excellent classes."

"Every time we came to the bottom of the big test, the teachers would make fun of Director Lin, but he always smiled and said: 'I think our class is very good'"

"So, although our grades are poor, those team competitions, such as tug-of-war and long-rope jumping, are all number one."

"Director Lin allowed us to call him by his first name, but I don't think it makes any difference (laughs)"

"Director Lin's mantra is 'you make sense'. In class, after we get up to answer questions, he will not immediately say right or wrong, but will say this sentence first... After entering the society, I did not expect , I have never heard this sentence again. All I heard were denials of me. They said: "You are a waste of air anyway, why do you want to live so hard and live so ugly." Why... Lin The director often told us, 'The high ones are not necessarily virtuous, and the low ones are not necessarily stupid'. This is probably the most educated sentence he has ever said."

What they experienced were tears and laughter destined to be forgotten.

They are "people useless to society" in the world's population, but they still work hard and live meaninglessly.

They and I have some sympathy.

☆, 23, 73 years old, 41 years old

August 21

an unfamiliar number.

"Hello, I'm Teacher Xiao's student. Are you Mr. Zhong Yanqing? Could you please come to Wenzhou as soon as possible?"

Xiao Gong passed away. Before he left, he entrusted his students to entrust Zhao Ruoshou to my care.Director Lin has already left, and he probably only has me as a friend left.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Xiao also told me a lot of precautions. Where did I remember it? Wait, I'll look for it later."

"Oh, I found it. First, he is afraid of the cold, and his hands and feet are cold in winter, so he must always have a hot water bottle. Second, he likes to walk barefoot, so remember to put slippers in every corner of the house. Third, he has a slight Anorexia, you have to cook different dishes for him. Fourth, supervise him brushing his teeth. Fifth, eat regularly, go to bed early and wake up early. Sixth, watch cartoons with him..."

August [-]

After I picked up Zhao Ruoshou, he didn't say a word, he resisted contact with the outside world, and occasionally drew pictures that I couldn't understand.

He could sit for a day with that worn-out pink rag doll in his arms.

September [-]

I remember Chen Cheng, he was Xiao Gong's student.Today he threatened me with my old affairs with Xiao Gong.

"Xiao Gong is still in his bones. Is your conscience worthy of doing this?" "Yes, my crime is unforgivable, but there is nothing I can do about it." .”

"You don't care, others care." He was referring to Zhao Ruoshou.

"Or, you want me to announce another piece of news... Xia Han is from Yiwu, Zhejiang, and his father is a local wealthy businessman. When he was young, he used to be the manager of Liangxiang..."

"Enough!" I yell at him.

After calming down, I said, "I promise you that Chen Renshui will become the heir to Liangxiang's literary legacy."

"A verbal promise is too weak, you should sign this legal document."

I watched him put the paper away contentedly.I said, "Come with me somewhere"

Wenzhou, outside an orphanage.

Inside the window, a man in his 40s is teaching the children how to read and write.

I asked Chen Cheng, "Do you still remember Lin Fuqi?" He didn't speak.

"He signed the body donation behind his parents' back. That man is the director of this orphanage, and he was the child who received Lin Fuqi's bone marrow transplant. After the bone marrow transplant, his appearance and personality carried a bit of Lin Fuqi's shadow. .Then he grew up healthy. Director Lin is also willing to believe that he just changed his way of living."

November [-]

Chen Renshui, as the heir to Liangxiang's literary heritage, gave lectures in various places to cheat money and made wrong remarks, so that readers misunderstood me more and more.

For many things that are not the first time, adding a few more prefixes becomes the first time.

He doesn't look like heir to a literary legacy, after all he's been active before I'm dead.He seems more like my representative spokesman.

Chen Cheng is a very capable person, but his son is a complete waste.

November 28

Zhao Ruoshou passed away.I sent his ashes back to Wenzhou to be buried with Xiao Gong.

☆, 24, 75 years old, 41 years old

September 25

As soon as I got off the plane, I felt the coldness of Canada.

Liangyue drove and drove me away from the airport.

About three hours later, the car drove through a red maple forest, turned left, and saw a villa.

I came here all the way to send an old friend off for the last time.

ALS (Aging Syndrome)

I advised Zhang Qi to wait for a few more years, maybe he could wait for a cure.But he said that since he is so old, it doesn't make sense to be cured.So he ran to Canada and waited quietly to die.

Canada is a country that Zhang Qi yearns for very much.He said he loves the red maple leaves and the laid-back vibe.

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