Chapter 102 Chapter101 The past blows away like dust

I feel that the dream is very close, and I feel that I love the dream deeply. Because the dream is you. In the middle of October, the fifth month in France, Ah Heng is doing a research report - microbiological assessment of AIDS transmission. The doctor who led her, Edward, a blond man from the United States, said to her: "If this topic is changed to a moral observation of the transmission of AIDS, will it be more alert to stupid human beings? Sometimes medicine is the transfer of the world. The best substitute for the topic." Aheng thought for a while and said, "This has nothing to do with me and you. You know we are doctors. Although we don't have to swear to Nightingale, I must be worthy of the money my country sent me for further study. My The motherland needs more good doctors, and moral research is a difficult problem that sociologists contribute to the upper class, and it has nothing to do with me."

Edward shrugged and sneered: "Winnie, is it because your motherland taught you to be so short-sighted? Or, are you too poor to think about deeper issues?" Ah Heng pursed his lips and smiled faintly: "Poor people also have ways of living as poor people. Never use the wealth of one country to poke the back of another country, especially when you are facing a Chinese woman with so many compatriots." Edward laughed and put his lips next to Aheng's ear: "It's been a long time since such an interesting Chinese person came to the institute. I wish you more happiness in the days to come."

Although the Institute of Medicine where Ah Heng works is nominally invested and constructed by the French government, it has been dominated by the Americans long ago after the country was open to invite medical talents from all over the world. With strong capital injection, delivery of advanced equipment, and cutting-edge talents, Americans easily occupy the main seats of various project research. But Ah Heng and her other four classmates were just regarded as Chinese, nothing more. Aheng followed Edward, researching various world-leading diseases.There are a total of ten people in their group, four from Europe, five from the United States, and Ah Heng.

On the whole, except for Edward, the leader of the arrogant American rich family, everyone else is easy to get along with. These people like to write papers, and when their research projects have a little success, they rush to publish them in major European academic journals. The main thing is that although it can be said that they are for their own country, they are more concerned about their own development. Ah Heng can't do it, the main thing is that her French and English are still circulating strongly in the infinite resentment of spelling mistakes and looking up the dictionary. Ah Heng lives in the 12th arrondissement, one of the 20th arrondissement in Paris, on the right bank of the Seine.

It's not carefully selected, but after the daily expenses, there is not much left of 300 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: "Aheng, you are already an adult, and you have to be responsible for your actions. You violated your father's last wish for Yanxi, and I gave you the last bargaining chip in the palm of your hand, and you and Yanxi From this moment on, you have to accept punishment and learn how to be a poor and humble couple.” Ah Heng kept silent about what her grandfather said, because she didn't know how much his grandfather's words mocked her and Yanxi.Wen Heng and Yan Xi, without the protection of the Wen family and the Yan family, have been fighting for many years, and now they have a breeze in their sleeves. They are nothing, ah no, they are worse than nothing.

As for Yan Xi, skip it, Ah Heng doesn't want to mention Yan Xi. There is a small cafe at the exit of the Hutong where Ah Heng lives, clean and cozy.She often took the landlady's son Yisu there to read books, she read her medical books, and Yisu read "The Collection of Detective Sherlock Holmes". In the most common situation, a cup of coffee for her and a small piece of cream cake for Yisu can consume a whole afternoon. Yisu often took her to the river to pick up stones, brown, white, oval, with many edges and corners, many, many. Every day, there are boatmen carrying tourists from all over the world passing by, different languages, loud exotic singing and dancing, and the sound of the radio spinning, which is unexpectedly pleasant.

She took Yisu's hand, thinking of the smile many years ago, which also cherished and treated the little life with tenderness. Yisu is a child with depression. His family is poor and he often has to rely on government assistance.He doesn't like to talk, he is thin and small, but he likes to laugh and stagger in her arms. "Winnie, you will be my Watson, I will give you a gift." He took out a straw ring, rough and huge. Ah Heng put it on his thumb with a smile and said, "Okay, wait until you grow up." Yisu rubbed her eyebrows: "Winnie, stop wrinkling, it's uglier than Mrs. Pang's wrinkles."

Mrs. Pang is their rich neighbor and a devout Christian with some abnormal spirit.She didn't like Yisu, and often threw stones at the child when he passed by, calling him unlucky. Yisu didn't tell his parents, but Ah Heng saw it and stopped him many times. Ah Heng gently held Yisu in his arms, and she said, "Baby, do you know what the cruelest thing in the world is?" Yisu shook his head, lowered his head, trying to reduce the size of the ring. Ah Heng laughed: "It's 'I don't know'." Yisu tilted his head, his blue eyes were big and beautiful, and he said, "I don't know what?"

Aheng held his little hand, pointed to the golden sunset stretching along the long Seine River, and said, "I don't know if the sun will rise after it goes down; I don't know if the cheese bread will rise tomorrow." Bad; I don’t know what I will encounter when I go around the earth for a week; I don’t know if I will have the courage to continue.” Yisu laughed: "Continue to call 'Yanxi'?" He learned the two Chinese characters that Ah Heng often said, and his pronunciation was childish. "Yan Xi, does this mean 'Ni Hao' in Chinese?" "No, goodbye."

Ah Heng bought a second-hand bicycle for 30 euros, which is quite expensive. Without the bell, it creaked and wobbled.Relying on it saves a lot of time before going to work at the subway station. Ah Heng met that strange person, it was really an unexpected situation, we have to start from the beginning. Although it is different from the foggy London, it is also Paris, which has undergone the industrial revolution, and the situation in the morning is no better than London.Coupled with the fact that there is one dog per person in Paris, no matter how expensive the breed is, the lumps pulled out are basically the same.Their buttocks are raised, and the probability of Parisians walking in the lottery is quite high.

Ah Heng got up at seven o'clock in the morning, not only to look at the fog, but also to hide from dog poop. Riding a bicycle requires high technical content. That day was at the end of October, Ah Heng didn’t have any telepathy before going to bed, and when he woke up, he didn’t feel that there was any unsuitable travel situation written on the wall calendar, so he rode his bicycle across the alley in a daze. It was so foggy that day that I couldn't see anything clearly. Just after finishing the alley, a pile of dog shit blocked the way. Ah Heng turned the car around, a little thankful that he didn't hit a dog poop, but turned his face, and bumped into a big living person like a wooden stake. Ah Heng's front handlebar was knocked crooked by him.She raised her eyebrows, threw the bicycle and walked up to the man, said a series of French words with reversed grammar: "Are you all right?" The man didn't understand, he waved his hand, struggled twice, and stood up while leaning against the wall. He has blue-black hair, thick mustaches grow at the corner of his mouth, his cheeks are sunken, and his eye sockets are black and blue. It's just a profile.The body shape, especially the legs, is so thin that you can hardly see the flesh. Is this still a... person? Where did the refugees come from? His palms were scratched, and his hands were so sticky that only veins and a layer of skin remained. Ah Heng handed over a handkerchief, and looked at him quietly with perfect black eyes. He took the handkerchief and smelled a faint scent of rosin, but his fingers stiffened. "Turn around," she said through the fog. Calm and quiet, soft and waxy Chinese. The man twitched the corners of his lips, hesitated for a long time, and finally knelt down on the ground, covering his face. Ah Heng turned around, leaned on the handlebar, and left. Dayi said: "He escaped eight times and finally escaped, you know?" Ah Heng said, "I know." "Oh, it's great that you met him!" "No, I haven't seen him." "Impossible, I sent him to the airport with Sun Peng according to the address you gave me. This time, Lu Liu was severely injured by Sun Peng's torment, and he could not recover for at least five years, and no one would look for him again." You are in trouble." Ah Heng hung up the phone. Yisu ran to her side: "Winnie, there is a strange man in the alley, very thin and ugly." He said, "Winnie, it's only autumn, but he is wearing thick cotton trousers, do you think he is A wandering thief?" Ah Heng didn't speak, turned his face sideways, rubbed his eyes with his wrist, smiled, and said, "Perhaps." She took Yisu to drink coffee, and the man in thick cotton trousers also ordered a cup of coffee and sat in the corner without speaking; she took Yisu to pick up stones, that man, a man who was as thin as a ghost , moving slowly, but standing far away, watching them; she would ride a bicycle through the alley every day, no matter how early, there would always be a light on. Yisu helped his mother go to the market to buy bread, and Mrs. Pang beat him with a broom, talking about the ominous Judas. The thin, ghostly man stopped her, his eyes were big, staring at Mrs. Pang. Mrs. Pang screamed "devil", threw the broom and hid in her gorgeous room. Yisu looked at him for a long time. The man smiled and said in Chinese, "Aren't you afraid of me?" Yisu asked him, "Are you a big thief?" The man couldn't understand what he was saying, so he smiled and bent over to pat his little head. When he left, Yisu said, "Yan xi." He was expressing kindness to this man, speaking the Chinese dialect taught by Ah Heng—goodbye. The man turned around and looked at him blankly. The child laughed and shouted: "Yan xi." Ah Heng received a call from far away, from Sun Peng, and he said: "I gave Miss Wen a big gift, why did she take so long to accept it?" Ah Heng frowned: "Sun Peng, what happened?" Sun Peng answered the wrong question and smiled softly: "He hasn't looked in the mirror for a long time, since the car accident. Later, he confronted Lu Liu and never refused to eat a grain of rice from him. Lu Liu forced him to inject nutrition many times. Needle. He saw your letter and escaped eight times in total. The first time he just went out; the second time he went downstairs; As long as he can take one more step, he never gives up. Why are you not happy that he is still alive?" Ah Heng smiled faintly: "I would rather go through such hardships than succumb to Lu Liu. Faced with me, but still so...have no courage?" She said: "Sun Peng, I thank you, you are as stupid as me." But Sun Peng laughed: "I've hated him the most since I was a child. Sending him away early won't hinder my hands and feet. It's really annoying to have him. If you want to thank me, why don't you let me never see him again?" A Heng said, "What method did you use to defeat Lu Liu?" Sun Peng said: "Lu Liu's heart is too big. He wants power, money, and people's hearts. What if he is a genius? Too many distractions, and he suffers. Since I was eighteen years old, the only thing I was planning to do There is only one thing - to defeat him. He cannot be the opponent of a whole-hearted person, especially this person, who is equal to him. What's more, there is Chen Juan." Ah Heng has a headache, what kind of monsters are these? She said: "You don't even have a company, how can you beat Lu's?" Sun Peng chuckled: "Ah Heng, that's another battle. Just like you spent a long time exhausting everything to make that idiot fall in love with you, I'm thinking how to let him go." Ah Heng put down the phone, she sat on the edge of the bed blankly, a little sad. A ray of sunshine passes through the small room, as bright and difficult as those times I loved. Suddenly, it turns out that the good fortune that happened to her, and Sun Peng, who looks like a mirror, have all worked so hard. She wants to make Yanxi stronger, not relying on anyone, and coming to her. However, he was afraid, afraid of seeing 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 ajar door. That emaciated, big-eyed man. So strenuous, step by step, to her side. He knelt down at the corner of her bed, gently cupped her white fingers and warm lips, and kissed her. He said, "Ah Heng, I'm hungry."