Chapter 31 Section 30

Tuesday 26 July sunny After knowing that Uncle Chen is a Chinese teacher in a middle school, I changed his name to Mr. Chen.At 5:30 in the morning, we met at the gate of Xiehe Hospital. I was seriously deprived of sleep, and I wished I could wear a mask to cover up my continuous yawning.Teacher Chen was holding the heat preservation box, feeling refreshed, which made me very embarrassed. Uncle Chen's wife's surname is Zhang, and her name is Yulan. When I heard the name, I thought she should be from the south. Sure enough, in the ward, although she was tightly wrapped in layers of tubes and she was very thin, she was old. Liao's face is very delicate, and she can vaguely see the appearance of Miss Shanghai back then.I called her Aunt Zhang, but she smiled and said that I was calling her old, and asked me to call her Auntie instead.

Compared with her unstable complexion, the auntie is in a good state of mind. I sat by her bed and asked her what kind of golden wedding ceremony she wanted. The auntie looked embarrassed and asked me a question repeatedly. "Isn't it inappropriate to wear a wedding dress at this age?" I told her with certainty that in the golden wedding ceremonies we held, many people wore wedding dresses.I didn't wear it when I was young, and I should wear it now. Aunt Zhang smiled and said, "Look, I'm so thin now, and I'm so old. I still look like a human when I stand up. If I lie down, it's just a bag of bones. I can definitely hold it in the wedding dress." Two me."

Before I could speak, Teacher Zhang stood behind me and said, "It looks good, it must look good. If there is no suitable wedding dress, let's order it." There was a little red light on Aunt Zhang's bloodless face, "It's so serious, and it's made to order. After wearing it once, where do you put it? You can keep it for later, don't you feel upset..." Teacher Chen stopped talking, and Aunt Zhang also realized that she had said something too sad, and there was a silence in the ward, so I quickly found another topic. "Aunt Zhang, Teacher Chen is so kind to you. He chased you at the beginning, right?"

Aunt Zhang laughed, and squinted at Teacher Zhang, "It's not honorable to chase after her." Aunt Zhang must have told the story of love countless times. She is familiar with the road, and although she is not angry enough now, she does not stumble in the choice of words and sentences.Unexpectedly, Mr. Chen looked gentle and gentle, and he was also a fierce man who participated in the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea in his early years. As a security guard, he snatched Aunt Zhang, who was the fiancee of the company commander at the time. "Their company commander sent him to pick me up. When he saw me at my house, he immediately acted as if he had been struck by lightning. He didn't say a word. With a big red face, he asked a question, and he couldn't wait to answer in three days. I started I just think this person is very funny, but then he takes care of my life every day, and love develops for a long time, you know. So, if it is placed now, this Mr. Chen is the third party you mentioned, and I am Hongxing Out of the wall, flirtatious."

Teacher Chen scratched his head while laughing, "Nonsense, you can talk nonsense when you are old! At that time, men were unmarried and women were unmarried, and there were third parties and romantic affairs. You and our company commander have never even met each other. , That time I went to pick you up for a meeting, didn't you say that you were dissatisfied after the meeting, because you thought he was too old." The old couple said one sentence to another, flirting with each other in an antique way, I laughed beside me, thinking to myself, Auntie Zhang called it love at first sight with such a simple composition, and she really didn’t understand the real flirtatiousness now What kind of girl is that? They described such a girl at that time as "the spring in the garden can't be suppressed, and a branch of red apricot comes out of the wall." We now describe such a girl as "the spring in the garden can't be suppressed, and I am red again." Xing is out of the wall."

Aunt Zhang talked about her thoughts intermittently, then gradually became sleepy, and then slowly fell asleep.Teacher Chen carefully helped her to press the corners of the quilt, and then sent me out of the ward, "Let's keep everything simple, Ms. Huang, I understand that Yulan wants more, but there is not enough time. We are really racing against the clock." Before leaving, Teacher Chen explained to me like this. Thinking of Mr. Zhang's body, I decided to find a suitable venue near the hospital, and finally settled on a teahouse, which is very simple and has enough space, and it matches the temperament of the two old people.

It was already afternoon when I rushed back to the company, Wang Xiaojian was taking a nap with his head buried in the flower-shaped pillow he bought online. The middle of that perverted pillow is hollow, so that the face can be breathed in it, so boring and humane The design is simply tailor-made for people like Wang Xiaojian.Sometimes Wang Xiaojian suddenly raised his head up after a nap and woke up, the flower pillow was still stuck on his face, making him look like a sluggish sunflower that couldn't find the direction of the sun. When making up the large and small process lists, I also gradually became sleepy, and finally leaned on the office chair, tilted my head, and fell asleep in the posture of lying on my back at the scene of the car accident.

Even falling asleep in such an uncomfortable position, I still had a dream with a very clear plot line. In the dream, it was daytime, the sky was bright and dazzling, I was sitting in a dilapidated minibus, and outside the window was the sun-drenched countryside scenery, there were a few people sitting in the car in twos and threes, I was sitting in the last row, on the road It is full of large and small pits, and a car of people will be knocked up collectively from time to time. In such a boring scene, I was dizzy from the heat. When I opened the car window, the sticky wind blew in, and my clothes were wet with sweat. Tou, the hair curled around his neck, itching.

At this time, he appeared in the dream again, dressed as a local gangster, wearing a white hurdle vest, riding a small motorcycle, the motorcycle is small but powerful, and caught up with our minibus all the way .He drove with one hand and slapped the window of the minibus vigorously with the other, and said to me sitting by the window, come down, I have something to tell you. I was very tough and yelled at him, I can't get off the bus, this is the last bus. "There is no car, I will take you home." He told me. I said to him very coldly, "Are you worthy of knowing where my home is?"

Everyone in the carriage looked at us with unconcealable joy in their eyes. Finally, there was a farce to entertain this boring journey. Even the driver turned his head to look around from time to time. "If you don't get out of the car, I will follow you all the time." He continued. I sneered, "Have you filled up the oil?" "I'll drive as far as I can with you." His hair was blown upright by the wind, like Sonic the Hedgehog, his eyes were half eager and half flattering, and there was a little bit of a faint look born of being trampled on his self-esteem. hate.

I turned my head and ignored him, looking ahead, the surrounding field of vision became wider, the scenery was not so plain and annoying, large cornfields spread out beside the road, and the wind became cooler. He stopped talking and just stayed with me silently beside the car. Sometimes he was left behind by the minibus, but after a while he struggled to catch up, sometimes overtook us, and then slowed down to appear next to me again.I didn't speak, just looked at the road ahead calmly, and occasionally looked at him. Every time I looked at him, he received the gaze and immediately showed a smile like "I'm still there". Seeing that the plot didn't develop much, the people in the car became impatient, and a middle-aged man yelled at the driver, "Drive faster, when will you get home at this speed." After hearing this, the driver slammed on the accelerator, and the car drove forward very fast. He tried hard to chase, but he was always half a body away from me.Finally, he couldn't catch up. Looking at his expression, it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength, but it was still in vain.Slowly, he was completely left behind the car. After a few seconds, I couldn't help sticking my head out of the window and looking at the road behind. He was still chasing after the car, but his figure was getting smaller and smaller. Slowly, only his vest could be seen, covered by the car. The wind blows into a white balloon, which is so dazzling in the sun, floating on the country road steamed by heat waves. I sighed, and my heart felt empty and relaxed. I felt like I had taken a large dose of Fenbid, and my whole body was numb and unconscious. I was accompanied by the sweltering heat all the way, as well as those tingling sensations, restlessness, and despair. The feeling disappeared together. It was a feeling that I couldn't even say goodbye. I woke up slowly, the eyes were pitch black, and a mass of soft stuff covered my face. I raised my head and found that I was lying on the desk, with Wang Xiaojian's flower bone pillow buried under my face. The office was already pitch black. I slept until I got off work. The only light came from the computer next to me. I turned my head and saw that Wang Xiaojian was playing Zuma attentively. I threw the pillow to him, and he was startled, "Say something when you wake up!" "Why did I sleep for so long?" "What do you think, the old man takes you as a typical example of passive sabotage, and makes the company's people form a circle around you, and there are still meetings." "I didn't snore, did I?" "I'm not snoring, I'm talking in my sleep." "What did you say?" "I said that I felt that there was nothing I could do in return, so I told you all the passwords of seven or eight bank cards." "Go away, why don't you go home after get off work?" While turning off the computer, Wang Xiaojian said, "Isn't it because you are afraid that you will fall asleep and die? That's how my grandpa passed away. He said he would take a nap and never get up again." "When I opened my eyes and saw such a dejected person like you, I might as well fall asleep and die." We packed our things and left the office together.Before leaving the office, I glanced at the office building shrouded in darkness, and a familiar feeling filled my heart. Thirty days ago, on the first day we just broke up, I was standing in such a dark office. At that time, I only felt that the dark clouds were overwhelming, and the road ahead was covered with fog. I was stuck in front of the window, unable to move, and finally I had to rely on the cleaning lady to save me. Standing in the same darkness again, the surrounding decorations, smells, and even the positions of the shadows have not changed. It is still the same lifeless, and the same malicious intentions are still there. The fog ahead of me is still thick, and the sunny zebra crossings can only appear on the highway. In my imagination.But the only difference is that my whole body is no longer so heavy, and I have the strength to leave here. "Let's go, the elevator is here!" Wang Xiaojian yelled standing outside the door. "Here." I answered him, closing the door gently. In the silence, there was only the "click" of the door lock.