"I'm sorry, big sister, we really don't know what disease he has!" ”

"I'm sorry, eldest sister, we can't do anything about his illness!"

"Sister, we've done our best!"

……

She walked around the city's hospitals, large and small, and the doctor's answers were like rubbing a handful of broken glass into her heart. Her heart was broken and sewn, sewn and broken, and the shocking scars were in the dark heart room.

The rìzi who washed his face with tears, until the end, the dry eyes were bitten like a swarm of ants.

The teeth bit the lips pale, the pitch-black sideburns the slightest white, and the chaotic brain is in a trance from excessive sadness...... But when her fingertips slid from the child's smooth forehead to the wings of her nose, reason told her that she could not give up, even if she gave up her own life, to save him from his illness.

However, is that a disease?

All the hospitals are unable to diagnose the cause, and there is nothing they can do to help the child who is in danger.

All the green lights went out in an instant in front of her eyes, and the lights of hope turned into sorrow and annihilated in the dark streets.

She never resigned herself to fate, but began to become fatalistic and frightened. In addition to the child's medical treatment, there was not much left of the original meager salary, but in order to save the child from the devil, she would rather risk the embarrgerment of starvation and go to the temple in the west of the city to donate incense and watch money.

She carried him in front of the shrine and bowed reverently; She stuffed handfuls of gross tickets into the merit box; She wore amulets for the children one by one...... But none of this can bless the gods.

The child's face is sè, a rì is not as good as a rì, the time of the coma, a rì is longer than a rì, and later the illness is terminal, which is the whole rì yīn burning coma.

He rubbed his boyish cheeks over and over again. Thick eyebrows, thin lips, and a straight nose bridge...... His qiē is very similar to him when he was young.

How could she not remember him? Even though Yīn Yang was separated and the years passed, she couldn't erase him from her mind, even if it was vague.

"Lan Tianyu, you are so ruthless, you can't bear to leave our two mothers like this!

Lan Tianyu, you are so ruthless......"

That night, she did not shed a single tear in front of the coffin, stared at the empty eyes, looked at the dark night outside the mourning hall, and lamented over and over again.

The moment she learned the bad news, her heart was about to be hollowed out, and her eyes suddenly fell into darkness. If it weren't for the child who was about to be born in her womb, she would have gone with him and turned into a winged bird.

The ruthless air crash dragged Lan Tianyu away from her and the child who was about to be born.

There are no tears in mourning.

She never knew why she didn't shed a single tear at that time, even if she was too strong, the heart-wrenching pain would always make people cry. And she, in front of the cruel fact of the loss of her beloved, even though she wore linen and filial piety, and grieved, she couldn't say goodbye to him with tears.

That night, in the eyes of everyone, she was the most worthy of sympathy and comfort. However, her indifference in front of the coffin made them feel surprised at the same time, but also shook their heads and sighed helplessly. In their opinion, a woman must have a resolute heart, lie down on her husband's coffin and cry loudly, and let outsiders persuade her to stop without stopping.

And she disappointed them deeply, and the first person to bear the brunt was her mother-in-law.

From the moment the coffin fell to the ground, her mother-in-law looked at her coldly. She really couldn't think of the reason why her son's departure that night couldn't make her daughter-in-law cry, she really couldn't help but believe the rumors on the streets, she was really disappointed and disgusted with the originally virtuous daughter-in-law.

"Fortunately, Tianyu usually treats her so well, alas, ......"

There will always be some such long-tongued women in every alley, gossiping and pointing fingers at other people's domestic affairs.

"Yesterday, the daughter-in-law of the Lan family found a good one again, and the children are still ...... when they are so old."

Sometimes, a few people gather in front of the pool to buy vegetables, and when they look up and turn off the faucet, they will see the old lady Lan's iron face.

"Alas, Aunt Lan, your old man has come out, come and come, you come here to wash, there is slippery!"

A woman's improvisation is indeed extraordinary, the drastic change in her expression and the sharp change in her voice are a pity not to be an actor.

Old Lady Lan could only knock out her teeth and knock them in her stomach, so she had no choice but to take out the vegetable pan in her hand, throw the aluminum basin into the pool, and glance at everyone by the way in the dull and sharp dull sound.

However, the women did not feel the slightest shame and still laughed noisily.

Lan Tianyu's expensive insurance money, she didn't keep a penny, and handed it all over to her mother-in-law.

In her opinion, the money in exchange for her husband's accidental death cannot be faced calmly, and her mother-in-law's misunderstanding of her is as deep as the sea, so she cannot accept it calmly no matter what.

It seemed to be a poisonous snake with a fiery red core, entrenched in front of her, and if you didn't notice it, it would enter her body and devour her internal organs.

She can endure a simple and simple life, even if she is so poor that she has to worry about firewood, rice, oil, and salt, she can't tolerate sleeping anxiously every night. The abundance of inner satisfaction goes far beyond material abundance. When Lan Tianyu was there, she thought so because of her superior family background; After Lan Tianyu was gone, she thought the same way in poverty and suffering.

She knew it was time to leave the Lan family, not for herself, but for her infant child. She naturally understands that she can tolerate a few gossips and turn a deaf ear to them, but the elderly mother-in-law can't, and more importantly, the newborn child, she can't let him grow up in the slander of everyone, and she doesn't want other people's children to point fingers at him.

Although she knew that her departure would leave a sharper handle for everyone, as long as she felt that she was worthy of her heart, and the child could grow up carefree, it was no longer important.

In plain sight, there are always some innocent people, deeply scratched by the invisible blade. Kind people, but hiding in another corner, fanning the flames and laughing.

That year, people turned sympathy into ridicule, and no one remembered it and no one cared.

The name of the alley is Renhe. Merciful benevolence, harmonious harmony.

One foggy morning, she held the child in her arms, looked back at the deep and winding alley with a complicated expression, and then disappeared at the mouth of Renhe Alley without looking back.

The infant child cried unexpectedly the moment she took a solid step.

She lowered her head and patted the child, but the tears fell like a thread at the moment when she lowered her head.

Wanqiu, which is the autumn rì of the north. The alleys are full of orange leaves, yellow and golden.

At this time, I sat on the balcony of the attic and spread a stack of fragrant letter paper on my lap to write these words for you.

The dusk in the alleys is always particularly charming. Above the alleys, the sky is divided into clear blue ribbons. The red sunset gracefully envelops the alley, like a mother caressing a sleeping baby. The orange and yellow leaves of the sycamore tree, under the cover of the setting sun, the tangled veins are rooted. My white dove, always out at this time, fills the blue sky with a long whistle.

Wanqiu, I always ride the shiny "Phoenix" that I wiped through one alley after another in the swaying sunset. Every time I touch the vine and kudzu wall, I will think of the rìzi I met in the alley, and then, for a while, I realize that it is already the cool breeze of the evening mat.

I was on the brick-red wall in the corner of the alley, with your name written all over with the key, that is our world, no one can interfere. I sprinkled the seeds of my thoughts in that dark corner, and they grew violently, accompanied by the exciting sound of jointing, piercing through the air and filled with graceful and charming flowers.

Wanqiu, you know, one day they will produce abundant fruits, waiting for your delicate hands to come and pick them.

……

In the alley of the twilight square, the palm-sized fallen leaves, in the rolling of the wheels, make a slow and crisp sound, as if bidding farewell to the sky.

Wanqiu, many times, whether it is a dark night or a faint day, I will dream that I have grown a pair of invisible wings, floating in the sky, overlooking the starry alleys, hoping to find your petite figure at some point.

And the surprise at that time should be the best gift from God to me in this life, and it will make me feel endless.

……

Wanqiu, I will silently recite your name in my heart thousands of times every dusk;

Wanqiu, I will be on the top floor of the attic, rìrì to play and sing the most beautiful love songs for you;

Wanqiu, I will wait for you here, waiting for you to accompany me to see the scenery of the alley.

Such sweet and warm letters, he has been writing for two years. Every week, in the early morning, "Xiaobai" would fall to her window edge as promised, and plop on the window.

When she saw the white dove in front of the window, even if she was in a haze, her wet heart would be instantly refreshed.

It was the happiest moment of her week, reading his handwritten, timeless and warm words, and the heart was full of compassion, like a piece of honey that melted to the root of the tongue, sweet to every inch of nerves around the body.

A woman as cold as her and proud of herself, under such a sincere and sweet offensive, is still tied up after all.

She's not the landlord's daughter, and he's not a wandering tenant. This is not a romance drama, and there will not be such a favorable occasion for them to meet.

He fell in love with her at first sight, and only this one can stand the scrutiny of time.

The Bund, where people are surging, in the vast sea of people, just one glance, will remember her. In the hotel, he secretly tore off the rì calendar and hid it in the innermost part of his backpack. He vividly remembered how many steps he had taken north from the entrance of the Peace Hotel, from which angle the sun had set at the monument, and how her clothes and headbands had been......

He followed her closely, enchanting through street and alleyway, until her figure disappeared completely at the door.

That period of wandering life was the most anxious and unbearable part of his wandering life, and it was also the last period.

He couldn't help but fall in love with poetry, and then left his hometown and traveled to the end of the world for that distant dream.

Later, every time I talked to her about the life of a wandering poet, the biggest gain was to meet her.

He said. Destined, let him meet her. So many places, so many people, only her.

She is also convinced of this.

She couldn't forget how many dusks he had kept watch at the entrance of the alley, just to see her; In order to know her name, he eavesdropped on the conversations of his neighbors, and was even arrested by the neighborhood committee as a thief; In order to be able to say a word to him, how many twists and turns and rolling eyes did he take......

And he, who was originally a silent and introverted person, was so crazy at that time.

Even if she can ignore the flattery of thousands of men, he also teaches her how to be compassionate.

However, this melancholy man is a blue lake, which is easy to sink into, but not easy to pull out.

Finally, on an orange dusk, she walked out of the alley, behind her the sound of her mother's beating and cursing, and came alone to the alley of Renhe, thousands of miles away.