A person who ponders blindly will obviously not lead to anything.

Graphite straightened up and put down the hammer, and suddenly felt physically and mentally exhausted, he turned around and turned off the light, closed the door, and left the wing.

He decided to take a bath, go to bed, and wait until the sun rose tomorrow.

The first room on the left side of the hall is his room, and there is a toilet directly opposite, because the old house in the past will never put the toilet in the house, this old-fashioned layout has not adapted to their later needs, so, the last time people came to repair, the whole layout was adjusted, and a toilet was modified on the left and right sides of the house.

When the toilet was renovated, it took care of the overall house style and use function, washbasin, toilet, shower room, all available, and there was a simple homestay style overall.

The water heater was turned on when he entered the door early, and the water temperature was just enough for him to take a shower, and when he returned to the room after taking a shower, he saw that the time had passed twelve o'clock in the night.

He tidied up the futon a little and slipped into the bed.

But in the dark, he tossed and turned for a long time but couldn't sleep, it was quiet outside, and occasionally he could hear the "rustling" sound of the wind blowing through the bamboo leaves, and many things were turning around in his mind like a marquee......

……

When I woke up the next day.

He picked up his phone on the bedside table and looked at it, it was already past nine o'clock in the morning, he couldn't remember what time he fell asleep last night, it should be very late.

Graphite stayed in bed for two minutes to clear his mind completely.

He stared blankly at the ceiling with his eyes open, his vision was a little blurry, and the familiar cedar planks with traces of time looked a little trance-like.

The sun rises as usual today, and today he is about to start a new life.

Leave the city where you have struggled for more than ten years, return to your birthplace, and return to the mountains to start a new life.

He was like a wanderer from afar, with tiredness and scars all over his body, returning home to lick his wounds and recuperate.

For the new life graphite has been planned for a long time.

His plan is that he has no plan, he has nothing special to do, and he has no rigorous plan to implement, and for him, it is the greatest satisfaction to live and see the sun rise the next day.

For the rest, everything goes with the flow.

He is very glad that he has made the choice he has made, he can't imagine that he is lying in a hospital bed now, taking medicine and injections every day, undergoing surgery, chemotherapy,......

I don't want to face the pain, comfort, pity, care, and helplessness of my loved ones.

Of course, graphite has also regretted and felt sorry for itself.

He regretted that he had not worked harder in his life before, cherished the time with his relatives more, and did not manage himself more self-disciplined, he should not smoke, he should not stay up late, and he should not ......

But what's the point of all this now?

People always have to wait until they lose to know that having a normal and healthy life is already a great happiness.

So, graphite is now cherishing, cherishing every breath of fresh air he can breathe now, cherishing everything he can do now.

For example, now he is going to get up, brush his teeth, wash his face, boil water, and other trivial chores, and he feels that it is different from before, because it may be the last time.

He got out of bed, walked to the window, and pulled back the curtains.

The autumn sun shines through the lattice windows and illuminates the room at once.

These sunshines also illuminated his originally gloomy heart and warmed his heart.

He turned back to the bed, tidied up the bedding, and even carefully smoothed out the folds with his hands.

……

Behind the hall is the dining room, with a table of eight immortals and four benches, all of which are made of cedar wood, but with a simple lacquer, the wood grain and the tumor are clearly visible.

To the right of the dining room is the kitchen, an old-fashioned kitchen with a large firewood stove, only to be added with many essential kitchen appliances.

After the graphite is washed, go to the kitchen to boil the boiling water.

He came out again and opened the glazed lattice door on the north side of the restaurant, and the air, wind, and the fragrance of the grass and trees in the distant mountains immediately came to his face.

Graphite stood by the door and took a deep breath, the fresh air with the fragrance of plants and trees, with the smell of old days, made him deeply enchanted.

It was a long time before he turned around and went back to the kitchen, where the water was already boiling.

……

People who are used to making tea alone are usually lonely, and everyone will have lonely times, but there are not many people who can enjoy loneliness.

Graphite is the kind of person who will enjoy loneliness.

Because as long as he has tea and cigarettes, he no longer feels lonely.

The tea set is not a precious tea set, but a simple square small set of tea sets, and the teacup is replaced by a building lamp for personal use.

Tea is a common big red robe in Wuyi Mountain, and it is not a precious tea.

His action of making tea seems to be slow and leisurely, but meticulous.

There is a calligraphy and painting hanging on the back of the front wall facing the restaurant, but it is a "wind and rain herding back map", which is a masterpiece of Li Di in the Southern Song Dynasty, of course, this wall is only an imitation.

A quiet room, one person, one tea.

Graphite drank tea as he looked at the vegetable patch outside the lattice door and the green hills beyond.

It's been three years, and the vegetable patch that no one has taken care of has long been overgrown with weeds, and the autumn is getting stronger, and the withered yellow grass looks a little bleak and bleak.

……

After that, half a day, graphite carefully cleaned the house, wiped all the dusty places, and parked the car again in a small open space by the bamboo forest, sprinkled the courtyard with a bamboo broom, and cleaned up inside and out, and the old house finally regained its original vitality.

In the morning and at noon, he simply cooked a little Yangchun noodles to eat, there were frozen pork ribs and beef in the refrigerator, as well as canned food and eggs, which were brought back by Graphite last night, and he originally planned to cook a hearty dinner in the evening, but he still ended up eating Yangchun noodles.

Because at five o'clock in the afternoon, Graphite vomited again, and he sat for half an hour before he came to his senses.

He had no appetite or energy to continue with his original dinner plan.

This is not the first time this has happened.

Half a year ago, when this kind of vomiting occurred for the first time, graphite did not attract enough attention, but with the successive vomiting and headaches, he felt that something was wrong, and the experienced doctor asked him to do a brain CT, and the final result was the worst one.

It's too late to say anything.

Now there is only one day at a time, and the only thing he can do is to try not to let himself think about when he will hang up.

For cancer patients, mental devastation is often more severe than the disease itself.

He was already sane and strong.

So, he decided that tomorrow he was going to start tidying up the vegetable garden behind it, and planned to plant a few kinds of vegetables, and he also planned to take out his father's furniture, and according to some of the impressions he remembered of his father making furniture, he would do whatever he wanted, such as making a small bench or something.

He wants to make his life full of these simple and unpretentious details, so that he will not be cranky, surrounded by fear and despair.

Also, the small mountain forest at home should also be visited.

……

After dinner, the sky slowly began to darken, the lights under the porch have been lit, the orange light illuminates most of the courtyard, not far under the ginkgo tree, graphite sits quietly alone, watching the sky light on the distant mountains.

He always liked to sit on that long stone bench under the ginkgo tree after dinner.

When graphite was small, this long stone bench was already there, and the surface of the stone bench was already somewhat smooth, I remember eating early when I was a child, and every time I ate after eating, I would play with my sister under the tree, or listen to the adults sitting there and talking.

Occasionally, he would sit there alone, looking at the mountains in the distance, and the changing clouds as the sun set, and then he would have some strange thoughts, what is on the other side of the mountain? What's behind those strange clouds? Will there be those mountain spirits and ghosts that the adults say about in there?

These thoughts followed him throughout his childhood.

It was his most impressive memory of his childhood, and it was not until many years after he left the mountain that he occasionally dreamed back at midnight, haunted by these scenes, the mountains, the unpredictable fiery clouds.

When he grew up, he soon knew that the other side of the mountain was the outside world, the city, the ocean, the blue planet, and he also knew that behind the clouds was the sky, and behind the sky was the sky, the endless sky.

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