(a)

I stood on the sidewalk and waited. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

I saw Kaohsiung appear on the opposite side of the square. I saw him walking towards me through the squares and streets. I saw him descend the steps and walk up to me.

I remember that afternoon, Kaohsiung put his hand in the pocket of his pants and told me that you had been put on a ventilator and had been given a critical illness notice.

The doctor talked to Director Wang about the danger of your condition, and he judged that this time, you will die for life.

Director Wang called your home with a heavy heart, and it was your mother who came to answer the phone. With great heartache, Director Wang told her the news that you are terminally ill and have been admitted to the hospital. Your mother was silent for a while. She said, "Can you say it again?" I'm afraid I'm old enough to mishear. ”

Director Wang had no choice but to bite the bullet and tell the story again. Later, his voice was choked and he couldn't speak.

Listening to the silence on the other end of the phone, Director Wang felt that he was about to have a psychological breakdown.

I don't know how long it took for your mother's voice to come from the other end of the phone. In this long gap, the lightness and exuberance of her voice withered and withered. Her voice sounded at least 20 years old.

She said in a dry, hoarse voice, "Okay, I'll get on the train tonight, and I'll be there tomorrow." ”

Director of Guidance and Guidance Department Wang, as well as Teacher Chai and Liu Wenli, went to the train station to pick up your mother together.

Your mother has gray hair and gray sideburns, but you can see that when she was young, she was very beautiful. The look on her face was sad and tired, but her back was still straight.

As soon as she arrived at the platform, she thanked everyone repeatedly, saying that she had caused everyone trouble. Then, she refused to go to the hotel. "Just send the stuff to the hotel," she said. Where is my son, I'm going to see him. ”

Kaohsiung told me that it is now Liu Wenli and Wang's lover who accompany your mother to guard you day and night in the hospital. Others, in shifts, took turns to help.

You've been in the ICT ward, and you've had another massive hemorrhage, and multiple internal organs have failed. If you stop the ventilator at this moment, you can only survive for a few tens of seconds.

I listened in amazement as Kaohsiung told all this. I felt like I was in a terrible nightmare. I longed to wake up, to find out that none of this was real, that none of this had happened.

Kaohsiung said: "You came to my house to look for me that day and asked me to take care of him, remember? ”

"He talked to me a lot about you in those days," he said. He wrote a note. He handed me the note. He said, "If I can't do it, please do her a favor and give her this note." ”

He took the note out of his pocket and handed it to me.

I looked down at the note, and sure enough, it was your handwriting.

You wrote, "Sooner or later, all that is alive will die." This is the most important common sense in life. ”

Kaohsiung said: "Although the truth is so, many people will still feel sad when it comes to the end. ”

He said, "Heart, you can cry." There is nothing to be ashamed of in this. ”

But I didn't cry.

It was then that I learned that a person cannot cry when he is in the deepest mourning. Like a person who was killed in an instant, the blood cooled and coagulated before it could come out.

(b)

Like a transparent geist, I finished the performance of the musical.

The intense and dazzling light was blocked by a shadow. It took me a while to realize that my hand was being held in someone's hand.

The director came up to the stage and shook hands with us one by one and thanked us.

He was a gentleman with silver hair. He looked at me affectionately.

He said to me, "I am a Christian. I believe that God has given us souls so that it can be with our bodies, not for them to flow outside of them. ”

He said: "Little girl, in difficult times, we must have faith in our hearts, so that we will not be helpless. ”

His words are deeply engraved in my heart.

However, my soul did not leave the body.

It's with my other body. It's there in your body.

(c)

I sat with my knees folded in the darkness.

The world has fallen asleep.

I looked at the balcony opposite. It's dark over there. There is no light. I felt cold and lonely to the bone.

What can be used to resist such loneliness? What to fill that bottomless abyssal emptiness?

I believe that where there is suffering, there must be a way out of it, just as any poison has its antidote.

But what is the method? What is it?

Before I was an adult, my life ended and began over and over again. Ended up once at the source of the stream. Now it's the second time. Subsequently, there was a third time.

and, for the fourth time.

(iv)

I walked home dejected.

Suddenly, a wall of wind rose up behind me and pushed quickly against my back.

There was a sharp sound of brakes, and the heel of my left sneaker was bitten by something, and I subconsciously squeezed my heel forward, and then I felt that the heel was crushed by something extremely heavy. Something inside the shoe immediately softened.

My heel was pinned to the ground with the shoe that had been crushed by something. I was nailed there and twisted. The glass of the cab of a military ten-wheeled truck was shining right behind my hair. It stared at me as coldly as two alien eyes. The bumper on the front of the truck was just right on my thigh.

That's what just happened. That big military truck almost ran me over.

People on the street are looking in this direction. Then there was a "whoosh" sound, and people began to surround them.

At this time, a young serviceman jumped out of the car.

He nervously walked to the front of the car to inspect the situation. He let out a long sigh of relief when he saw that I was still standing intact, and the stiff muscles on his face relaxed.

He walked up to me, and he asked me, "Didn't hit you, did you?" ”

The crowd began to gossip. Some beads of sweat began to appear on the driver's face.

He crouched down and looked at my shoes. He said, "Take your shoes off." ”

So, I bent down to untie the straps of my sneakers, and I jumped off the front of the car on one foot.

The driver reached out and pulled the shoe hard from under the wheel. He plucked it once, but he didn't pull it. He exerted some strength, only to hear a cracking sound. When he stood up, he was holding only 2/3 of the upper of my sneaker, with a half-mutilated sole glued to it, and no heel left.

The young military vehicle driver carried the mutilated shoe in his hand. He looked at me. He stammered.

He said, "Where are you going?" I'll send you there. ”

Before I could answer, a small car slid to a stop on the other side of me. The window glass was rolled down.

I saw Kaohsiung's face in color-changing sunglasses appear 50 centimeters away from me.

He said to the driver, "She's my sister." The shoes were given to you. You're lucky you didn't hurt her, otherwise, you'd be lying under my wheels as a picture now. Drive carefully! That way, you and others can live a little longer. ”

He said to me, "Little Miss, do you still want to be independent on the street for a long time?" If you don't want to, just get in the car. ”