166: Alpine locust blossoms

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It was seventeen years after receiving Quiet's letter, and as for how Quiet found Zhao's address, it started at a book conference ten years ago.

In May 2037, as a senior writer, "Sun Jiajia" stood in the public lecture hall for the first time and shared the first half of his life with his book lovers and friends.

Zhao Xun and Gu Chen were fortunate to be invited guests and went to the scene with them.

Of course, Sun Jiajia set the location in Yunnan, where he was born.

"More than 20 years ago, I was a three-year-old hairy child.

At that time, I didn't understand what discharge was and what natural disasters were.

All I know is how my father, who was still standing and walking a few days ago, didn't see him for a while, and then he became sitting and walking.

That's right, this is a road of catastrophe from the miserable, with my father's paralysis and my mother's departure, my life has since become black and white. ”

The audience was silent, and you could even hear the breathing of your friends next door clearly.

Everyone was listening carefully to the young man's story that didn't seem true, for fear that they would miss something.

At this time, Sun Jiajia picked up a red apple that had been placed on the table in advance.

"Look, what is this?"

Some of the children in the audience, who looked to be old, shouted loudly:

"Apple!"

β€œapple!”

There were even a few people speaking English loudly.

"Yes, you're right, it's an apple, but it's a red apple to be exact.

But can you imagine that twenty years ago, in this world, there was someone who saw an apple for the first time? ”

As soon as Sun Jiajia's words fell, there was a burst of sighs from the audience, and some people had even started to attack in their lives.

Yes, as a person in a new era in the 21st century, if anyone has not seen Apple, everyone will feel a little "selling bitterness".

"In fact, the world is very cruel, he will not look at you because you are weak, and he will only trample on your sad self-esteem more and more, you have no choice, so you have to be strong.

On September 18th, my father's last diagnosis was stomach cancer, and the whole world seemed to be quiet that day, except for the long sirens in the hospital corridor, which I thought was the hospital to commemorate my grieving father.

Now that I think about it, it's sad but gratifying.

After my father left, I went to many places, repaired roads, resold apples, served dishes in restaurants, and did business, but I am grateful to my mother for nurturing me now. ”

Offstage, Sun Jiajia told Zhao Xun that in the years when he went out, the lack of culture made him deeply feel how difficult the road forward was.

Even when he was desperate several times, his mother appeared.

With the support of her mother, Sun Jiajia began to go to school, elementary school, junior high school, high school, and university.

Because of the late start, Sun Jiajia has to work more than ten times more than others so that she can look the same as everyone.

In the end, Sun Jiajia finally got her wish and applied for her favorite profession of "doctor".

After graduating, he was assigned to the Digestive Oncology Unit.

Through these years of medical experience, he wrote his experience into this book, which is dedicated to all those who are in need but cannot afford it.

Now Gu Chen and Zhao Xun, who helped him a lot at the beginning, have been invited, which can be regarded as a testimony over the years.

At the end of the press conference, Sun Jiajia treated some patients for free and provided them with a lot of valuable advice.

As the organizer of the press conference, Sun Jiajia also established a special fund for Huipu Village Primary School, and he donated all the manuscript fees of all the books released to the place where he was enlightened.

It was precisely this move that reporters from all over the world found Gu Chen and Zhao Zhao, presumably it was this press conference that made Youxin quietly see it.

Among the quiet letters, there were notes from four people, in crooked Chinese and in Juanxiu's English.

"In Seattle, I met a man who deserves to be born again for me, and we also gave birth to the lovely Hassa, and I may not go back in the future, but I will miss you, and I hope you are all right!"

The sentence "hope for all good" made Zhao Xun's mood unable to calm down for a long time.

This sentence "Wan Hao" really contains too much, and Zhao Xun is afraid that she will not be able to bear it.

End:

In this life, each person has his own way of living and his own way of dying.

It's just that in this life, Zhao Xun has experienced too many twists and turns, and she doesn't feel that she is a happy person.

But Zhao Xun is very glad that she has survived all the unbearable and fortunate sorrows, and finally grew into the person in her mind.

At this point, when I picked up the pen, I burst into tears.

In this vast sea of people, we meet people of all shapes, sooner or later, you will always stop your hurried pace to think, and understand the meaning of the original journey is to really let you understand what life is for.

And during this period, you will definitely meet the right person, he understands all your uneasiness and bitterness, and even he can soothe the impermanence of the memory in your heart, even if he is as gorgeous as fireworks, even if he makes you empty and colorful.

But that's enough for you, because if he lives, you live, and if he dies, then you are really dead.

What is Maturity? Maybe it's because you are obviously resentful in your heart but you can still greet you with a smile, maybe no matter how bad things happen, you can digest yourself immediately, maybe a gentle bed at night or a good dream can comfort us who are too unsatisfactory during the day, maybe you can still be your own sun without anyone to shelter you from the wind and rain, maybe it's just ...

Slowly, you will find that the love is so deep, but it is difficult to speak.

It turns out that if you really love someone and your heart is sour, you will be speechless, and most of the sweet words are said to irrelevant people.

In fact, waving goodbye is not a farewell, but a promise, an unfinished dream.

The burden of love is too heavy, and it needs to be done by both of us.

All you can do now is to make yourself better, silently wait for that person to appear, and proudly declare "I love you" to the world.

In this era of songs, love at the age of 18 or 19 is ignorant and beautiful, and we sing about her and praise her.

Maybe you blurt it out, maybe you are shy inside, but no matter what, you have to fulfill the minimum responsibility as a "person", "think, do, get".

No more wasting good times, no more disappointing the right people.

Life is like chess, but there are no regrets.

His silhouette is gentle, and he does everything he can to move you.

He can make you fascinated by her, and he can take responsibility for you and carry it all.

He can protect you with his hands that have beaten the world, give you roses, kneel on one knee, put on a wedding ring, put on a wedding veil, and share a white head with you.

While we are as young as a flower now, we will write our stories into songs and sing them to the sad people.

A dream is empty, people go to the building, people are empty, and the building is empty.

If you leave a person, that person will no longer belong to you, and if you leave a place, the scenery will no longer belong to you.

Time is fleeting, leave more company for the people who love you...

This article will end here, Xiaoyu will sincerely dedicate to you with a song "Tiehan" and "Alpine Acacia Blossoms" made on August 14, 2010:

There is a girl in the distant sky

Stand under the tree and wait for the locust flowers to bloom

Sad songs drift in the distance

Write about who loves whom

Stubborn thoughts are very careful for fear of touching the memory

I want to write a song for you to warm your cold heart

That earthly love doesn't have to be emotional

High on the mountain, a tree, yo locust

Hand railing, Wanglang is coming

The mother asked her daughter, what do you want?

I look at when the acacia flowers will bloom

When to open, when to open, when to open

When will the locust tree bloom?

There is a locust tree high up in the mountain

A beautiful girl stood under the locust tree

She waited and waited every day to think about it

I waited and waited every day and thought about it

When will the lover he loves return?

β€’β€’β€’β€’β€’β€’

Sad songs drift in the distance

Write about who loves whom

Stubborn thoughts are very careful for fear of touching the memory

I want to write a song for you to warm your cold heart

That earthly love is no more emotional than acacia flowers

She waited and waited every day to think about it

When will the lover he loves return?

Acacia flowers, acacia flowers, when do you bloom

Lover, lover, when will you return~~

(End of book)