Zhang Wuyun bought a fried flower rice, and hurriedly went to the opposite side of the road, this Yiganmen 12:30, the gate of the university was full of people, flowers and greens in groups, so lively. [Full text reading] "Sneer" A dark blue Humvee was old, like a fierce and wild soldier, rushing over and passing by Zhang Wuyun. On the asphalt road with some potholes around him, the water in the puddle suddenly splashed Zhang Wuyun's body. A very good smell of gasoline made Zhang Wuyun slightly stunned, and then, Zhang Wuyun saw the dazzling license plate: "Huh."

The Hummer suddenly stopped suddenly, and a big round and somewhat chubby head stretched out from the window. "You bitch, looking for death, little bastard!" The man shouted and cursed loudly, with an extremely arrogant and commanding momentum. The black mole the size of a small fingernail on the center of the eyebrow looked like a bullet had been nailed here. The squinted eyes glowed yellow, revealing a cloudy and fierce light. Sen Bai's two front teeth are a little protruding, and Versace, who is dressed in black, shows that he has an extremely strong background. Zhang Wuyun was stunned on the spot, not because this Hummer was very awesome, not because the ugly fat man was very deterrent, not because his scolding words were very level, but because next to the fat man, the woman who should have been very simple, but actually painted rouge gouache and became more beautiful and moving. Yes, women, and no longer girls. This feeling is so strong, and it is so painful to remember Zhang Wuyun's heartache. However, he bit his lip silently and said nothing, and even his lips were purple and bloodshot. "Ah Cheng. Forget it, don't worry about him as a country boy. The lark-like voice floated out of the window of the Hummer, which restrained the arrogance of the fat hand and made Zhang Wuyun's heart a little cold. Hmph, a, look at the decay of ***! The fat man retracted his big head, not minding the strange glances of the men and women passing by, and as soon as he stepped on the accelerator, the Hummer suddenly turned around and rushed towards the school. And the steel lock door, which was originally closed, suddenly opened completely, welcoming the great Hummer in, just like a palace maid waiting for the emperor's favor, opening her legs with anticipation. Waiting for the emperor's entry. This is just a small fragment of life, the classmates who eat are still eating, the chatting classmates are still chatting, and the men and women who are about to open the room have not lost their sexual interest because of this small fragment. Zhang Wuyun stood dumbfounded for a moment, without any expression on his face, carrying the fried rice that had been wet with muddy water, and continued to walk towards the opposite side. After turning seven or eight deep alleys, Zhang Wuyun came to a dilapidated house. When he was about to go in, he looked at the fried rice in his hand, Zhang Wuyun groaned slightly, then held the fried rice in his hand, picked up the food full of muddy water with the transparent plastic small spoon, and swallowed it in one bite. The sand and mud of the rice sharpened Zhang Wuyun's throat with a faint pain, but he didn't frown even a little. After tidying up the remaining clean fried rice and throwing away the milky white plastic bag wrapped outside, Zhang Wuyun took the fried rice directly to the dilapidated house. In a soothy and blackened room, gloomy and dark, with a bit of lifeless desolation, with a strong musty sour smell. Zhang Wuyun opened the broken door full of termite holes, and with a "creak", the door opened, and a ray of light shot into the room, causing the people inside to move slightly. "Brother, you're back." The hoarse voice was as heavy as the sigh of an octogenarian woman. It's just that, in fact, it's the voice of a sixteen-year-old girl. Zhang Wuyun silently came to the mat made of bricks, sat down, and then helped the girl up and leaned on the pillow, using the transparent plastic spoon to pick up the fried rice that had been cleaned up by him, and fed the girl little by little. The girl's hair was as messy as withered grass, yellow and dry, like vines under the autumn frost, completely devoid of life. The white scalp is large and chunky, like a knot that is about to fall off. The sallow face is very bloated and has a lot of wrinkles. And those eyes, which were originally extremely smart, were now dim, and the cloudy eyes were already a little hollow, as if death would come at any time. There was a sour smell on the bed, but this smell made Zhang Wuyun feel his heart tremble. Every time he sees his sister Xian Yao, Zhang Wuyun feels a sense of powerlessness in the face of fate, and that feeling of paleness and powerlessness is always so deep in his heart. Zhang Wuyun held Xian Yao up, let her lean on his shoulder, and then gently pulled her into his arms. After settling his sister, Zhang Wuyun fed Xian Yao little by little, just a little bit, but Xian Yao burst into tears. It was still muddy tears, but it touched Zhang Wuyun's heart, and he who insisted silently seemed to collapse at this moment. "Brother, where is Sister Lingling?" Xian Yao's deep voice made it difficult for her to speak, but even if it made her uncomfortable to speak, she tried her best to say such things clearly, afraid that Zhang Wuyun would not be able to hear them. "She's going to do the laundry at noon, and tomorrow, she'll come to see you." Zhang Wuyun suppressed the discomfort in his heart and said gently. "Brother, I dragged you down, I was picked up by Ye Mou, as long as I die, one by one" Xian Yao, what are you talking about! Zhang Wuyun suddenly shouted loudly, at this moment, his eyes were red, and he cried for the second time in his life. The first time, it was his grandfather who worked at a construction site for him and his sister to study, and was beaten to death by bricks alive. The second time, it's today, and today looks like my sister is more energetic than usual. Zhang Wuyun's eyes were red, he scolded loudly, but he was also very flustered and sad in his heart, that kind of powerlessness had penetrated deep into his soul, so that he was even willing to exchange his life for his sister's health. Xian Yao tried hard to make a smile, and the grains of rice that Zhang Wuyun fed in her mouth rolled out from the corners of her mouth one by one and landed on the thin sheets. The rice grains with a faint light yellow luster, one by one, are so dazzling. "Brother, don't say it, Xian Yao knows, no

After three days, it was time for Xian Yao to go. Xian Yao's breath was a little uncomfortable, but every word was very clear. Since three years ago, after Xian Yao had such a strange disease, her health has deteriorated, and now she looks, even if she says that she can't survive tonight, Zhang Wuyun will not doubt it. But in his heart, Zhang Wuyun really didn't want to admit all this. No hospital can find out what this strange disease is. It is also true that there is no drug that can target the treatment. Moreover, hospitals in modern society, without money, basically everything is free to talk about. In order to treat Xian Yao's illness, Zhang Wuyun sold his family property, carried cement bags, worked as a miner, and even sold newspapers and participated in essay competitions...... However, the money was gradually spent, but the effect became worse and worse, and in the end, although Zhang Wuyun was unwilling to admit it, he also knew that Xian Yao had given up. "Xian Yao, it's useless to be a brother." Zhang Wuyun's eyes were red, and suddenly, he thought of the Humvee worth more than several million, and he had an imperceptible hatred for this glamorous society. "Brother, Xian Yao seemed to be out of her body just now, Xian Yao saw her grandfather and the scene on the road." Xian Yao said lightly, and the muddy tears kept falling, wetting half of the blue sheets. Zhang Wuyun was silent, he knew that when a person was about to die, he could really see a lot of things, just like back then, when his grandfather died for a few days, he had been silent. That day, his grandfather Zhang Shoucheng suddenly told Zhang Wuyun: "Ah Yun, if grandpa is gone, you must live well, grandpa's greatest wish is to hope that you can be admitted to a good university, and then leave this remote countryside and become a city person." Grandpa is afraid that he won't see you hugging his grandson... On the third day after this, Zhang Shoucheng died. This incident impressed Zhang Wuyun too deeply, and now, his sister Yiyao said so again. Zhang Wuyun only felt powerless. Admitted to Wuhan Institute of Technology, this is not definitely for Zhang Ling, a beautiful woman, but more importantly, because Zhang Wuyun has a score of more than 60 points in a book, entering this college can not only be free of tuition, but also get a subsidy of 10,000 yuan per year for living expenses. Zhang Ling has always been a girl that Zhang Wuyun silently likes in his heart, and although the two did not show their hearts, Zhang Wuyun followed Zhang Ling to study in the Foreign Language Department of the College of Engineering, which almost completely laid the foundation for their love. The sincere promise at the beginning seemed to be completely unable to withstand the material test. At the beginning of the school year, Zhang Wuyun told Zhang Ling about his sister, and Zhang Ling at that time also said that the two would work together to save Xian Yao. But since coming here once, Zhang Ling has never come to see Xian Yao again. It wasn't until this scene appeared today that Zhang Wuyun discovered that the world is very impermanent, and the reality is also very cruel. "Grandpa didn't want Xian Yao to suffer, so let Xian Yao follow him, but Xian Yao was reluctant to brother." Xian Yao's hoarse voice with a little sobbing interrupted Zhang Wuyun's thoughts. Zhang Wuyun put down the fried rice in his hand, sat silently beside Xian Yao, and then let Xian Yao's head rest on his arms. "Xian Yao, my brother can't bear you, you must be strong, and my brother will definitely save you." Zhang Wuyun's words, although they have a great firm momentum, but in the back, they are still lacking in momentum. Yes, in the face of birth, old age, sickness and death, manpower is so small. At this time, Xian Yao was very sensitive, as if she had completely penetrated Zhang Wuyun's heart. With a smile of relief, the old wrinkled face suddenly became a little more gentle. "Brother, Xian Yao doesn't know what it's like to be in love. In the next life, Xian Yao will definitely marry her brother, and when the time comes, Xian Yao will not be your brother's sister, but your wife. Xian Yao said yearningly, in the cloudy bolted eyes, in the center of the dilated pupils, there was a trace of brilliance, but it was difficult to hide. Zhang Wuyun's heart was shocked, and he suddenly felt even more sad, Xian Yao was originally picked up, and he was also a natural orphan, the blood relationship between the two of them, eight poles can't fight together, where do you care about those titles? It's just that a young girl who is only fifteen or sixteen years old has not begun to experience anything. is about to wither, which makes Zhang Wuyun's heart ache incomparably. "Xian Yao, where is the need to wait for the next life, in this life, you are my brother's wife." Zhang Wuyun's heart hurt very much, and suddenly, he felt that Zhang Ling and Xian Yao were not bullshit. One is so beautiful and docile, and the other is so selfish and vulgar. "Brother, Xian Yao doesn't like you in this life." Xian Yao cried, but what she said was false. Or maybe she really likes it, but knowing that her own appearance is too ugly, maybe she knows that she is about to die, and when she says this, the tears flow faster. The thin body, the black skin, the lean bones are like sticks, as if a gust of wind will blow her down. Zhang Wuyun suddenly hugged Xian Yao tightly and cried: "Xian Yao, don't worry, my brother will definitely treat you, definitely!" Saying this, he said silently in his heart: "In the next life, we must be the happiest couple!" He accompanied Xian Yao until five o'clock in the afternoon, and then fed her a glass of bright milk, ate a little light pasta, and watched her sleep, Zhang Wuyun walked out of the dilapidated house. The landlord is a sixty-year-old woman with a bad heart. The old woman was dressed in a black wide old clothes, and she didn't have a good face at the moment, she glanced at Zhang Wuyun and said, "If it doesn't work, let's go, this month is almost over, I will suffer a little loss for your rent, and I will refund you forty yuan." Don't let people die with me, my wife doesn't want to be unlucky. The old woman couldn't stop instigating, and walked into the door next to her with a trembling voice. And Zhang Wuyun, after being slightly silent, looked at an ICBC card in his hand, and had no choice but to find that there were less than 300 yuan on this card, which was all his belongings. Although the school promised a subsidy, the living allowance has not been issued, and Zhang Wuyun did not ask for it again after going to the school to ask for it once to no avail. took out the old blue Nokia in his hand, looked at the time, and then looked at the familiar numbers on the phone book, and with a slight hesitation, Zhang Wuyun dialed one of them. The phone went through, but in an instant, it was hung up. Zhang Wuyun's heart sank slightly, and he dialed it again. In a moment, the phone rang, and there was the creaking of the bed and the slight wheezing of the woman, that kind of voice, with a **, with a familiar timbre. His heart was extremely low, and suddenly, Zhang Wuyun smiled.

[Dedication]