At that time, AIDS had not yet been named, and it was temporarily called the disease of love.

At that time, Hao Ying and Xiaocheng were still at the age of wearing dirt pants.

Hao Ying and Xiao Cheng have really been playing together since they wore dirt pants, and then they have played since they were young.

The two families were neighbors, and when her mother had farm work or something to do, she would take her to his house with her dirt pants and live in their adobe house with a honeycomb coal stove. His mother watched the two children together. When she got wet, his mother changed the soil for her. The soil was very fine sandy soil, and no matter how wet it was, there was no mud. The soil to be changed is burned on the iron stove with an iron shovel and then warmed, which is particularly cool for children. How else to say that the children of the slow-paced poor era are better than the children of the fast-paced and wealthy era now.

At that time, there was no kindergarten in the countryside, and the two of them were a kindergarten.

At that time they were fighting for food and running, so they grew strong and were less sick.

When they were in elementary school, they were still in class together and had extracurricular activities together.

When she was in junior high school, she went to the county seat. They still played together during the winter and summer vacations.

When she was in high school, she was a native for one year, two years old, and three years without recognizing Tu Pants, so he forced her to take a group photo. She had that expression, 5 centimeters away, as if the dirt on his body could rub against her jacket.

When they were in college, they were both in Shanghai, and in the same prestigious university, she always looked at him like a white swan looking at a black eagle. How to force her not to take pictures with him. He played a prank and photoshopped 1 and sent it to her to make her laugh. She cried urgently, scolded him for several days, and finally deleted him from QQ friends.

She died of AIDS, and she really had nothing to do with him. He also has no connection with the bourgeois disease of 1 nanowire.

After her death, in order to commemorate her, he put all the photos of her and him when he was wearing dirt pants in the QQ space, including the one he made his own PS.

The roommates in the same dormitory all moved away, and two of them, who had girlfriends, were also kicked by their girlfriends.

No one approached him anymore, looking at him squarely, and even chatting with QQ was highly frightened.

I don't dare to chat with him for a long time when chatting with QQ, at most I can say a word or two.

As soon as he went online, they were all invisible as if they were passing through a black hole together.

When he was in class or in the evening self-study, or when he participated in extracurricular activities, people wrote together in a large concave letter, and only he hung in the air like a moon.

I can't go to this university. People cannot live without thinking about others. Everyone can't take classes, sleep well, and get a bad partner, so how can college get bigger?

He returned to his hometown and decided to start a business incognito.

After returning to his hometown, the widower's father would only scold with ugly words. Several of his relatives who lent him money for his tuition came to ask for the bill.

His father said, "Next month, there is an excerpt, but it is periodic." ”

"It's not difficult to borrow, why are you so hard when you pay it back?" they argued. So my father had to send him to fetch the regular folds.

But where did I go to you to borrow it, did you send it yourself?

He's having a hard time at home, but he's in heaven compared to going out on the street.

When he went out on the street, he walked in front of him, and someone poked his backbone behind him: The disease of love!

What is the disease of love?

Syphilis.

What is syphilis?

Faceless poisonous sores.

How did you get this disease?

Wear broken shoes and rotten socks......

Every day, thousands of gossips drilled into his ears like invisible and strange flying centipedes, arching his cranial nerves into deformed and strange shapes. and penetrated into his heart, causing his mind to collapse crookedly.

As soon as he entered the street, he was terrified, hoping that there would be no one on the street and no one in the alley.

Once, there were only a few gentle old ladies sitting on the street. He thought to himself that this time it was much safer. One of the old ladies also greeted him: Ying!

He nodded in agreement and walked over.

But he still shot their poisonous arrows in the back:

What woman did he with?

Those with syphilis.

He's so young, he's doing big things?

Where is going to college, sexual openness went.

Wasting his father's money in vain.

Where is the money from his father, and the poor relatives make it up.

It's really unproductive.

Children can't be allowed to go out to college and go to the second school, so they are allowed to farm and work at home...... He couldn't bear it anymore, and turned around and scolded them: "Boss!

Several old mothers and villagers rushed over together, some with crutches at him, some with bricks at him. And one of the men who was near home went home and brought him a sickle, and tried to put his arms around him.

Then there were the young people of their family, chasing him and intercepting him.

Fortunately, his father played with his life to protect him and defeated several of them, and they were afraid of blackmailing money, so they did not dare to be ruthless to the old man, and finally the village cadres came to calm down the incident.

The villagers discriminated against him and hated him, making it even more difficult for him to get along in the village.

He doesn't go out, he stays at home.

After holding it for a long time, he has a biological hood on his body.

A biological hood is something like a biological clock. He had been stuffy at home for a long time, and as soon as he went out into broad daylight, his body reacted strongly and wanted to return to the hood.

He first became a fungus that likes half yin and half yang, that is, oyster mushrooms, white mushrooms, straw mushrooms, shiitake mushrooms, lion's head enoki mushrooms and the like, and then evolved to more yin and less yang.

When he was really bored and panicked, he went to the courtyard and the 6th door of his house at night. Therefore he likes the night, preferably the dark night with thick clouds where he can't see his fingers.

During the day, when it was windy and rainy, especially when the storm was fierce, and there were few people outside, he could go out to see the sun. Dark clouds can't cover the sun, and no matter how thick the clouds are, no matter how big the haze is, there is still sunshine compared to the night. Then he would shout and sing: The sun shines on my head, and the flowers smile at me......

It's a good time for the wheat harvest. Although everything is now mechanized, many people are still too busy to shoot mocking glances at him.

Waiting for the combine harvester, the person who drives the combine would rather earn less money and leave his family's wheat field behind, as if my family's wheat stalks are also infected with AIDS and will infect his agricultural machinery.

When his father saw that he was at home and that the wheat could not be harvested, he drove him away and flew away.

He has no money to buy a train ticket, where to go, where to fly?

He walked to the edge of the big lake in our lake city, and stood to admire the gulls that were good at flying and the wild ducks that were not so good at flying.

Although he was only 30 miles away from his hometown, he felt like he was standing outside the biological hood.

Here, no one will know the people in their village, and they will not be able to communicate that he has AIDS.

Phew, Bah, Bah, what AIDS he had, what a lie he said 1,000 times, even he believed it.

At this time, someone behind him tapped him on the shoulder.

He didn't dare to look back. Why should there be people in the world...... Can someone but not me?

I'm not trying to monopolize the earth, I'm afraid of you!

Is the lakeside scenery so beautiful?

Pretty. He looked back at the stranger and said. Now there are the closest strangers in the world.

It shows that you have a lot of artistic cells.

Hey. He smiled and looked at each other closely.

Who are you?

Xixuzhuang's. He thinks that in such a distant place, there is no need to hide his origin, and it is not good for someone to be caught telling a lie.

I've been to that village.

He slipped and almost fell into the lake in fright.