I feel that my dreams are very close, and I feel that I love them deeply.

Because the dream is you.

In the middle of October, in his fifth month in France, Ah Heng is working on a research report - a microbiological assessment of the transmission route of AIDS.

The doctor who led her, Edward, a blonde man from the United States, told her, "Wouldn't this topic be more alarming to stupid humans if it were changed to a moral observation of how AIDS is transmitted?" Medicine is sometimes the best substitute for the world to change the subject. ”

Ah Heng thought for a while and said, "This has nothing to do with me and you. You know we're doctors, and I don't have to swear to Nightingale, but I have to be worthy of the money my country gave me for further education. My country needs more good doctors, and the study of ethics is a conundrum that sociologists contribute to the upper echelons and has nothing to do with me. ”

Edward shrugged his shoulders and scoffed: "Winnie, is it also what your home country taught you to be so short-sighted?" Or are you so poor that you can't think about deeper issues? ”

Ah Heng pursed his lips and smiled faintly: "The poor also have a poor way of living, never use the wealth of one country to poke the backbone of another country, especially, you are facing a Chinese woman with so many compatriots." ”

Edward laughed, his lips on the side of Ah Heng's ear: "It's been a long time since such an interesting Chinese came to the institute, I wish you more pleasure in the coming days." ”

Although the medical research institute where Ah Heng is located is nominally invested and built by the French government, it has become the world of Americans a long time ago, after opening up to invite medical talents from various countries.

With a strong injection of funds, the delivery of advanced equipment, and cutting-edge talents, Americans easily occupy the main seats in the research of various projects.

And Ah Heng and her other four classmates were just treated as Chinese, nothing more.

Ah Heng follows Edward's side and researches the world's cutting-edge diseases. There were ten people in the group, four from Europe, five Americans, and Ah Heng.

On the whole, except for Edward, the leader of the arrogant American wealthy family, everyone else is quite easy to get along with.

These people like to write papers, and if they have a little success in their research projects, they rush to publish them in major academic journals in Europe, and the main thing, although it can be said that they are their own country, they are more concerned about their own development status.

Ah Heng can't, mainly, her French, along with English, is still in a powerful cycle of infinite resentment in the dictionary of misspellings.

Ah Heng lives in the 12th arrondissement, one of the 20th arrondissements of Paris, on the right side of the Seine.

It's not that it's a careful selection, but after the daily expenses, there is not much left of the three hundred euros, so I can only rent a simple and damp room in some old residential areas in the 12th arrondissement.

At that time, her grandfather said to her: "Ah Heng, you are already an adult, and you have to be responsible for your actions." In order for Yan Xi to go against your father's wishes, I gave you the last bargaining chip to hold in the palm of your hand, and you and Yan Xi will be punished from this moment on, learning how to be a poor couple. ”

Ah Heng remained silent about her grandfather's words, because she didn't know how much mockery her and Yanxi had in her grandfather's words. Without the blessing of the Wen family and the Yan family, Wen Heng and Yan Xi have been fighting grass and flowers for many years, and now they have a breeze on their sleeves, which is a fart, ah no, it is worse than a fart.

As for Yan Xi, skip it, Ah Heng doesn't want to mention Yan Xi.

There is a small café at the exit of the alley where Ah Heng lives, which is clean and warm. She often took the landlady's son Isu there to read books, she read her medical books, and Izu read Sherlock Holmes.

Most normally, she had a cup of coffee, and a small piece of cream cake from Izu, which would last a whole afternoon.

Isu often took her to the river to pick up stones, brown, white, oval, with many edges, many, many more.

Every day, boatmen carry tourists from all over the world passing by, different languages, loud exotic songs and dances, and the sound of the radio is unexpectedly beautiful.

She took Isu's hand and remembered the smile she had many years ago, the same cherishing and gentle treatment of her little life.

Isu is a depressed child whose family is poor and often depends on the government for help. He doesn't like to talk, he is thin and small, but he likes to laugh crookedly in her arms.

"Winnie, you are my Watson, I will give you a gift." He pulled out a straw ring, rough and large.

Ah Heng put it on his thumb with a smile and said, "Okay, wait until you grow up." ”

Isu rubbed her eyebrows, "Winnie, don't wrinkle, it's even uglier than Mrs. Pang's wrinkles." ”

Mrs. Pang was their neighbor and a devout Christian, and she was mentally unusual. She didn't like Iso, and often threw stones at the boy as he passed by, calling him ominous.

Isu didn't tell his parents, but Ah Heng saw it and stopped it many times.

Ah Heng gently held Yi Su in her arms, and she said, "Baby, do you know what is the cruelest thing in the world? ”

Izue shook her head, her head down, trying to reduce the size of the ring a bit.

Ah Heng smiled: "It's 'I don't know'." ”

Isu tilted his head, blue eyes, big, beautiful, and he said, "Don't know what? ”

Ah Heng held his little hand, pointed to the golden sunset that stretched along the long Seine, and said, "I don't know if the sun will rise after it sets; I don't know if the cheese bread will be bad tomorrow; I don't know what you will encounter if you walk around the earth; I don't know if I'll have the courage to continue. ”

Isu smiled: "Do you continue to shout 'Yanxi'?" ”

He learned the two Chinese characters that Ah Heng often spoke, and his pronunciation was childish.

"Yan Xi, does this represent 'hello' in Chinese?"

"No, goodbye."

Ah Heng bought a second-hand bicycle, thirty euros, which is very expensive, without a bell, squeaky and shaky. The journey to the subway station before going to work saves a lot of work.

Ah Heng's encounter with that strange man is really unexpected, and we have to start from the beginning.

Although it is different from the foggy capital of London, it is also after the Industrial Revolution, and the situation in the morning is not much better than London. In addition, there is a dog in Paris, no matter how many expensive breeds there are, the lumps pulled out are still basically the same. They have a cocked buttocks, and the probability of winning the lottery is quite high when a Parisian walks.

Ah Heng gets up at seven o'clock in the morning, not only to look at the fog, but also to hide from dog shit, and the technical content of cycling is very demanding.

That day was the end of October, Ah Heng had no telepathy before going to bed, and when he woke up, he didn't feel that there was a situation written on the wall calendar that he was not suitable for traveling, so he was confused, and rode a bicycle across the alley.

It was very foggy and I couldn't see anything clearly.

As soon as I walked through the alley, a pile of dog shit blocked the way.

Ah Heng turned the front of the car, a little glad that he didn't hit the shit, but he twisted his face and hit a big living person like a wooden stake.

Ah Heng's front handlebar was knocked crooked by him. She raised her eyebrows, threw her bicycle and walked up to the man, and said a series of French words with the grammar reversed: "Are you alright?" ”

The man didn't understand, waved his hand, struggled twice, and stood up against the wall.

Blue and black hair, heavy hawthorn at the corners of the mouth, sunken cheeks, blue and black eye sockets, just a side face. The body shape, especially the legs, is so thin that you can barely see the flesh.

It's still a ...... People?

Where did the refugees come from?

The palm of his hand was broken with skin, and his hand was so glued that only green tendons and a layer of skin remained.

Ah Heng handed over a handkerchief and looked at him quietly, with black eyes.

He took the handkerchief and smelled a faint rosin, but his fingers stiffened.

She said in the fog, "You turn around." ”

Calm and quiet, soft and glutinous Chinese.

The man moved the corners of his lips, hesitated for a long time, and finally squatted on the ground, blocking his face.

Ah Heng turned around, held on to the handlebars, and left.

"He escaped eight times, and finally he escaped, you know? ”

Ah Heng said, "I know. ”

"Oh, you're seeing him, that's great!"

"No, I didn't see him."

"Impossible, I will send him to the airport with Sun Peng according to the address you gave me. This time, Lu Liu was greatly injured by Sun Peng's vitality, and he couldn't recover for at least five years, and no one would trouble you anymore. ”

Ah Heng hung up the phone.

Isu ran to her side: "Winnie, there's a weirdo in the alley, very thin and ugly. He said, "Winnie, it's only autumn, but he's wearing thick cotton pants, do you think he's a thief?" ”

Ah Heng didn't speak, turned his face sideways, rubbed his eyes with his wrist, smiled, and said, "Perhaps." ”

She took Isu to coffee, and the man in the thick cotton pants asked for a cup of coffee and sat in the corner, silently speaking; She took Iso to pick up stones, and the man, the man who was skinny as a ghost, moved slowly, but stood far away, watching them; Every day, she would ride her bicycle through the alleys, and no matter how early it was, there would always be a light on.

Iso helped his mother go to the bazaar to buy bread, and Mrs. Pang beat him with a broom, muttering about the ominous Judas.

The thin, ghost-like man stopped her, his eyes wide and glaring at Mrs. Pang.

Mrs. Pang screamed "Devil" and threw her broom into her palatial room.

Isu looked at him for a long time.

The man smiled and said in Chinese, "Aren't you afraid of me?" ”

Isu asked him, "Are you a thief?" ”

The man couldn't understand him, smiled, and leaned down to touch his little head.

When he left, Isu said, "Yan xi." ”

He was showing kindness to the man, speaking the Chinese word that Ah Heng had taught him - goodbye.

The man turned around and looked at him stunned.

The kid laughed and shouted, "Yan xi." ”

Ah Heng received a call from afar, from Sun Peng, he said: "I gave Miss Wen a big gift, why did the girl delay it?" ”

Ah Heng frowned: "Sun Peng, what happened?" ”

Sun Peng replied to the question and smiled softly: "He hasn't looked in the mirror for a long time, since the car accident." After that, he confronted Lu Liu, never refused to eat a grain of rice from him, and Lu Liu forced him to inject nutrition injections many times. When he saw your letter, he escaped eight times, the first time only out of the door; went downstairs the second time; The third time I ran out into the street...... At one point, even walked to the airport. Every time, as long as he could go the extra mile, he never gave up. He's still alive, why aren't you glad? ”

Ah Heng smiled faintly: "I'd rather be so hard than succumb to Lu Liu." In the face of me, he is still ...... Don't have the courage? ”

She said: "Sun Peng, I thank you, you are as stupid as me." ”

Sun Peng smiled: "The most boring thing I have been since I was a child is him, and it won't get in the way of my hands and feet if I send him away early, it's really annoying to have him." If you want to thank me, why don't you let me never see him again? ”

Ah Heng said: "What method did you use to defeat the land current? ”

Sun Peng said: "Lu Liu's heart is too big, he wants power, money and people's hearts, even if he is a genius? Too much distraction, but it suffers. Since I was eighteen years old, the only thing I had to do was defeat him. He couldn't be the match of a wholehearted person, especially this one, who was already on a par with him. What's more, there is tiredness. ”

Ah Heng has a headache, what kind of demon is this?

She said: "You don't even have a company, how can you beat the Lu family?" ”

Sun Peng chuckled: "Ah Heng, that's another battle." Like you've spent a long time trying to make that idiot fall in love with you, I'm thinking about how to let him go. ”

Ah Heng put down the phone, and she sat on the edge of the bed in a daze, a little sad.

There was a ray of sunlight in the small room, as bright and difficult as the times I loved.

Suddenly, she found that those auspicious light pieces of Yu who had happened to her side, and Sun Peng, who was like her looking in the mirror, had worked so hard.

She wanted to make Yanxi stronger, not relying on anyone, and coming to her side.

But he was afraid, afraid to see her.

He didn't dare to rely on his own feet to walk to her side, just because of the scars he had encountered.

Someone gently pushed open the hidden door.

The thin, haggard, big-eyed man.

So laborious, step by step, to get to her side.

He squatted on the corner of her bed, gently took her white fingers, warm lips, and kissed her.

He said, "Ah Heng, I'm hungry. ”