The bus from outside the village to the city bus station costs ten yuan; From the bus station to Uncle Huang's restaurant, you have to take two buses for two yuan. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

This is the information that Grandpa found out from Grandpa Huang's house in the village yesterday afternoon.

Grandpa Huang's family no longer opened a supply and marketing cooperative, and in line with the trend of the times, it was changed to a supermarket, although there were not too many things in it.

My grandfather gave me two hundred and thirty-two dollars, a glass of boiled water, and four hard-boiled eggs.

Twelve yuan was used to ride the car, boiled water and boiled eggs were eaten on the road, and the remaining two hundred and twenty yuan, grandpa asked me to bring it myself, and I bought a little if I wanted to eat anything in the city.

Sitting on the bus, thinking of my grandfather's figure seeing me off at the head of the village, I felt uncomfortable in my heart.

It's hard to imagine how lonely my grandfather would be at home alone if I went to college and left.

I don't know why I, who have always been cheerful and optimistic, have such sorrow today. I'm probably about to go out for a walk, and I have pre-break psychological disturbance syndrome.

Although my grandfather doesn't have much ability, but by his side, I never have to think about so many things, and grandpa is like a big mountain protecting me.

Now, when I suddenly want to go out, even if I believe that with my ability, I can break through to the sky, I still feel a little uneasy in my heart.

It's just that if the eagle wants to soar in the sky, it always has to leave the care of its elders, doesn't it?

Gradually, I put these thoughts away and looked at the scenery on the side of the road.

The development of Yunyang City in recent years is still very good, coupled with the national policy, so that the infrastructure of Yunyang City has been implemented.

For example, the road in front of you is now a two-lane two-lane asphalt road, and you only need to pay ten yuan to take a bus for an hour to get from the village entrance to the city.

According to my grandfather, more than ten years ago, if I wanted to go from the village to the city, I had to ride a bicycle for half a day, and sometimes my crotch could be worn out. If it rains, the loess road is muddy, and you can't even walk.

How good it is now, although the road has not been repaired to the head of the village, but the road is only about 100 meters away from the head of the village, which is not too convenient.

After peeling two eggs, eating them in one bite, and drinking a large mouthful of boiled water, I opened my backpack and put the teacup and the remaining two eggs into the backpack.

Inside the backpack, there are also two sets of clothes and shoes for washing.

When I was done, I tucked my backpack into my arms, leaned against the window, and began to take a nap. After all, I was a little too excited last night, and I slept a little late, and now the sleepy bugs are starting to come to the door.

"The bus stop has arrived, and the sleeping ones have woken up!" The voice of the conductor's aunt rang out, and it also woke me up from my dazed sleep.

I yawned and looked out the window to see the bus station.

The bus station in Yunyang City has been a little unable to keep up with the pace of the times. Dilapidated, it gave me the first impression it gave me, and it didn't even look as good as our county high school.

It's a little embarrassing to say, but this is my first time in the city, and I haven't even been out of the county before.

Looking at the rows of small four- and five-story buildings, I swallowed and felt like I was going to get lost.

If you have difficulties, go to the police.

The bus station was next to the train station, and there were police stations all around, so I hesitated for a moment, but still moved my feet towards the police uncle's patrol car.

How can you pretend that it's not the first time you're asking for directions? I rolled my eyes and thought about it.

It's just that before I could thoroughly think through this problem, I was already in front of the patrol officer.

"Hello, can I ask, where is the No. 1 bus?" Standing in front of the policeman's uncle, the little nervousness in my heart completely dissipated, and I asked generously.

"Take the car over there." The policeman pointed to the square in front of the train station, where the bus stop was.

I was a little embarrassed, I felt like I was asking an idiotic question, and I knew I should go to the bus stop first.

This time, I didn't make a fool of myself to ask someone, and I searched for several minutes at the bus stop, and finally found the stop sign for bus No. 1.

Soon, there will be No. 1 bus to the station.

Take bus No. 1 from near the bus station, get off at Yunyang People's Hospital, then transfer to bus No. 6 to Yunyang People's Park, and then call Uncle Huang.

This is a plan that was planned before coming to the city.

It's just that when I got off the bus at Yunhai People's Hospital, I paused.

The scene in front of me was completely unexpected.

In my life for the past ten years, I have never seen so many ghosts.

Ghosts don't only come out at night, it's just that most ghosts like yin and fear yang, so they will be active at night.

It's like a person who can go out for activities in the summer of more than 40 degrees, but that will make him very uncomfortable.

The same applies to ghosts, and the sunlight will make them feel a burning tingling. It's like being exposed to the sun, you don't feel anything for a short time, but after a long time, you will feel the loss of water in your body.

People who have lost water can also make up for it; When the smoke of the ghost's life fades, it will be difficult to make up for it.

In the past, even when I went to the prefecture, I would only see ghosts occasionally.

The number of ghosts I have seen today is more than I have seen in the past ten years.

Some ghosts were lying downstairs, with a sad face; Some of the ghosts glared at the doctor angrily, even in the sun, they walked behind the doctor, and kicked at the doctor from time to time, although it was useless; Some ghosts reach out and touch their relatives, but they can only get empty; Some ghosts are facing the beautiful women who enter and exit the hospital, and their hands are up and down......

Some ghosts laughed, some ghosts cried, some ghosts wailed about the injustice of fate, some ghosts hissed and screamed the names of their relatives, and some ghosts cursed angrily...... The world is vividly displayed at this moment.

I tried my best to reduce my sense of existence, to be a qualified passerby, quietly watching this ridiculous world of laughter and scolding.

Having seen enough of ghosts, my mind was attracted by all kinds of life smoke.

Maybe it's because I've had too few samples before, and in my mind, there are only two kinds of cigarettes: white and black. Even sometimes, when I see gray in the smoke of life, I think that gray is just a transition from white to black, nothing more.

However, now, standing at the entrance of the hospital and seeing all kinds of life smoke, I realized that I was really naïve before.

Fortunately, I listened to the old master's words before, and I didn't rely on the ability to hang my son, so I came out casually and pretended to be forced.

Otherwise, it's not necessary to be treated as stupid.

After a long time in the hospital, I suddenly realized how rudimentary my previous understanding of life smoke was.

The white part of life represents vitality and vitality; The black part of life clearly represents death; As for the gray part of the smoke, I have always ignored it.

In the past, I was narrow-minded, and when people in the village were sick, if they were not seriously ill, they would usually carry it by themselves.

Minor ailments are generally gray with hair thickness.

In my mind, gray hair will naturally turn black after a while.

So, isn't it normal that gray is a transition from black and white?

Today, though, this "common sense" of mine has been shattered.

In the hospital, I have seen a lot of gray patients with fingers, although not as clear as black and white, but certainly not a simple transition between black and white.

After a long day in the hospital, it wasn't until I "observed" an operation outside the operating room that I had a clearer understanding of the gray in the smoke of life.

Standing outside the operating room, even through a thick wall, I could see the smoke inside.

Obviously, in the pile of life smoke, I could easily identify the patient.

I don't know if the patient lying on the operating table is male or female, so let's call him.

In the smoke of his life, death gas only accounts for one-third, and counting his age, he should be in the prime of life.

Of his remaining two-thirds of the smoke, white occupies one-third of the part, and gray also takes up one-third of the part.

As I watched from the sidelines, I heard his family praying that his surgery would be successful and that the tumor would be removed.

In the following time, I watched a good play.

The smoke in the middle has been floating quietly. At a certain moment, the gray suddenly grew so much that it was even a finger thick.

Fortunately, this state only lasted for ten minutes.

At a certain moment after ten minutes, the gray gradually faded and returned to the original white, although the white was a little thinner than the color just now, but at least in the smoke, the white was gradually expanding its territory.

Until finally, the gray shrank to the thickness of the baby's little finger, and the rest of the territory was all occupied by white.

Obviously, the surgery was a success.

After observing an operation, I gained a deeper understanding of gray, so I spent the rest of my time wandering around the hospital, constantly validating my ideas.

After two hours of wandering around the hospital, with so many patients as samples, I finally had an unprecedented understanding of life.

The white smoke of life, representing vitality, is called vitality by me, and the color is thick and thin, representing the strength of the physique;

The black smoke of life, as black as ink, is called death by me, representing the life that has been spent;

The gray smoke of life, for the first time, was valued and studied in depth, I called it sick, sick like a mountain, sick like a thread, although it will not directly determine life and death, but it will affect life and death.

Minor diseases are light gray, which may be assimilated by white one day; Serious illnesses and malignancies are dark gray, and maybe one day they will turn black.

I've seen patients who are all gray and black, and although they didn't die, they heard that they had a heart attack, and they died without knowing when they did, so they have been hospitalized and cared for;

I have seen newborn babies, whose life is as white as snow;

I have also seen a strong man in his thirties and forties, although the smoke is a lot white, but it is as light as thin rice soup, and his health is obviously not very good.

In addition to the death qi, the intensity of anger and sickness seems to represent different meanings, subverting my previous simple understanding of life.

Fortunately, the algorithm for calculating the lifespan from the smoke of life is not too fallacious at present.

The smoke of life is three inches long, and the dead air represents the life that has been spent, and according to the proportion of the dead qi and the age of the person, it is natural to be able to infer how many years he can live.

I stayed in the hospital until half past twelve, and I didn't come out of the hospital until my stomach was growling with hunger.

Sitting outside the hospital, eating the remaining eggs, I felt more and more that it was a good choice to come out of the village by myself.

At least, I saw a lot and learned a lot.

For example, angry, dead, sick.

When I learn more, it should be easy to make money!

I'm looking forward to that.