go the same way

Nie Xunqiu thought he couldn't wait for the rain to stop.

But he still woke up, on a sunny and sunny day.It's just that he didn't lie on the grass, and he couldn't see the water of the Hengjiang River and the delicate flower wherever he could see.

He returned to Medellin.

Is it a dream?

He was very hungry and thirsty, his body seemed to have not thought about eating for a long time, his stomach was faintly convulsed, and he was the first to respond to the pain.Nie Xunqiu got up from the ground, and the scenery he could see through the big window was greatly reduced. He couldn't see the flat roofs intersecting on the half-steps of the mountain. On the iron railing, watch the children with parents playing football on the top, sweating in the colorful graffiti and bright sunshine.

He occasionally dreams, but this memory seems to have been deliberately wiped out. He has never seen sailors and prostitutes in his dreams.

Maybe it's because when a person is dying, he will go through all kinds of things in his life, and he will meet and greet people who have become the past. Whether it is a happy or painful memory, he will briefly go through it again.

Probably this is why people yearn for death, or fear it.

The light is very dazzling, but also very warm, softly sprinkled on the body, like covering a person with a layer of light golden tulle.In my impression, it belongs to the noon of spring. The woman likes to wear a close-fitting and silky skirt, with bare feet, and twirls around on tiptoe in front of the window.

He would serve the prepared meals, she would put down the folding table, and no matter how modest the lunch that day was, she would take out peach wine from the cabinet, humming innocent nursery rhymes, and eating with light wine , with plenty of sunlight.

At this time, she probably wouldn't go out. Nie Xunqiu entered the kitchen. It seemed that the kitchen hadn't been opened for a long time. The vegetable basket and the small jar for rice noodles were all empty.So he opened the closet and found that all her fancy sequin skirts were there, but the most elegant and beautiful one was missing.

He knows where the skirt is.

In my memory, she was buried on a mountain higher and farther than the place where this hut stood. There was a shallow grave, no tombstone, no cross. No one except him would remember her departure.It's a pity that his memory is so cheap that even a carefully trimmed and wrapped bouquet of flowers cannot be sent to her.

So he buried her in a mountain with many flowers, coaxing the woman that there will always be a flower that can bloom for her.

Panting for breath, Nie Xunqiu climbed mountains and ridges, and finally found that simple cemetery.

Setaria grows endlessly, covering the overturned soil high up, as if sheltering her from wind and rain.

This dream is still a little late.

Flowers are everywhere.

He squatted down | body, and the tone he made was still immature.

"Look, all the flowers here are blooming for you."

Hunger made him weak, and it was only by will that he could drag his feet back to the hut.The sun was slowly setting, reflecting Medellin so bright red that it looked like a raging flame, but it was merciful and merciful, unwilling to burn anyone.

Nie Xunqiu found the little fur ball keychain. It was too old, the hairs collapsed together, the hardware was long gone, the brass plating was peeling off, and there were many mottled rust spots.For less than a thousand pesos, there are many better-looking ones in the market, but he is still reluctant to throw this gadget away.

The woman didn't abandon him either.

He held it in his hand, and the afterglow of the setting sun in the distance gradually turned into a line, and finally disappeared into the darkness.

The second time Nie Xunqiu woke up was in a hospital.

He has not grown taller, the size of his hands has not changed, and there are no scars on them, but they are a little dark and rough, which is the self-protection of his hands after long-term contact with housework.Seeing that he wanted to get up from the bed, the nurse at the side reminded him to pay attention to hanging the needle: "Your father has gone shopping for you, and he will be back soon. Son, how can you not eat because the adults are not at home? You are malnourished and hungry. fainted, you know."

Father?

How could he have that kind of thing.

Nie Xunqiu pulled out the needle, and casually pressed the needle hole to prevent it from bleeding continuously. These things have never happened in his life. If it was just a marquee, the process would be too detailed and lengthy.

The sudden movement made him dizzy. There were people coming and going in the hospital with poor conditions, crying children sitting in the corridor, civilians and police who were shot, and all the trivial and painful sounds washed over his mind like a tide. The tympanic membrane forced him to realize clearly that this was not a dream.

This is an absurd reality.

He's back in [-], and he hasn't turned into a complete jerk yet.

Nie Xunqiu's legs were weak, and he knelt down on the ground, covering his chest with both hands trembling, feeling the violently beating heart, if it wasn't for the ribs to block it, it would have already jumped out of the chest cavity.

He wants to leave Medellin, to have a dream about freedom and new life, to see a snowy sky, to find his own autumn.

Go... find Li Pei, watch him from afar, and like him without disturbing him.

Suddenly, a pair of dust-free leather shoes stopped in front of his eyes, and a hand grabbed his elbow and pulled him up from the ground: "Why did you run out?"

The tone was gentle and gentle, with concern. Li Huisheng once used this tone to give orders over and over again. He never refused, and carried out for him rain or shine.

Nie Xunqiu tensed up all over, trying to break free from Li Huisheng's support, but he felt the tension of his muscles with his hand, and let him stand up, but he didn't withdraw his hand, trapping the child like iron clamps.

He smiled, bent slightly, and showed Nie Xunqiu a piece of tuber trout stew and a soursop in his hand: "Don't be so nervous, I just think that you are very similar to people from my hometown, and you don't have any I rely on you, so I want to adopt you. What's your name? I think you are probably at the age of junior high school, how about taking you to the United States to go to school?"

go to school.

Nie Xunqiu was 36 years old when he died, but he had never sat at a stable desk under an incandescent lamp for a day.

He has never had chalk dust on his hands, he has never heard all kinds of school bells, and he has passed by Li Congsheng's high school in the evening rush hour, watching those young and lively faces gathered together in groups , overheard them discussing math problems that he didn't understand, and inadvertently had a little ambiguity with the front desk.

His knowledge of guns comes from a hundred mechanical shots a day, and he has become a good doctor who can protect his body from countless injuries, and he has quickly developed his strong shoulders and quick hands in the process of being beaten. .

He seems to have tasted all the suffering in the world.

But I don't know what it's like to study hard all night.

The person who trapped him in the cage of beasts stretched out his hand here, but he didn't want him to be a shield, but sent him to be polished by knowledge.

Do you want to trust him?

Nie Xunqiu couldn't find a better way to escape Medellin.

He was still wary of Li Huisheng, he slightly lowered his chin, and said after consideration: "Nie Xunqiu."

"My surname is Li, and my first name is Huisheng. Since you have a first name and a surname, there is no need to change it. Xunqiu, let's eat first, and we will go to America when we are full."

Li Huisheng did not contradict his promise, and Nie Xunqiu was brought to New York, where he lived in a three-story detached villa, with roses planted in front of the door, a green lawn stretching as far as the eye can see, white tables and chairs parked in the sun, scorching hot, the garden There is even a gorgeous and dreamy swing, with light veil wrapped around the hemp rope, like an elf with long golden hair.

"You still have an older sister, but she is past the age where she likes roses and swings."

Li Huisheng put him in the United States and gave him a place to live. He was equipped with first-class servants. The housekeeper was an American who spoke English, the cook was a Chinese who spoke Cantonese, and the maids spoke Spanish, but each other was amazing. can communicate with each other.I also hired a patient and careful tutor to complete the teaching content for him in primary and junior high schools from scratch, and it took him eight months to complete the teaching content of elementary school and junior high school. Language is a difficult problem, and it took a long time to solve it.

He insisted on going directly to high school, Li Huisheng was puzzled, but still agreed to his request.

What to do in the future, who to be, such a question, he never thought about it before.

Because at that time he didn't feel that he had a "later", and everything he did was to die.

However, after so many years, he finally had the opportunity to think about those problems and become a self he had never met before.

How lucky.

When he left with Li Huisheng, he saw a white banner pasted on the door of the hospital, with a few red strokes on it, and a French he didn't know next to it.But he thought it was a group of doctors, he'd seen the sign scurry back and forth in the consulting room.

Almost instantly, he had an ideal.

That thing was heavy, pulling his heart down and giving him the strength to fly upwards.

He wants to be a doctor.

Studying medicine is a long and endless road. The secrets of the human body are like icebergs floating in the Antarctic. What is discovered is only a small corner, and there are countless problems hidden under the ocean, which are dauntingly huge.

Nie Xunqiu needs to complete four years of undergraduate courses before he can enter the medical school to study for a four-year doctor of medicine. After graduation, he also needs to receive residency training. Doctor Nie".

It's hard work, hard work, but worth it.

When Nie Xunqiu finished his junior high school courses, Li Huisheng came to the United States. He held a suit jacket in one hand and a globe in the other. He put it on the large solid wood table in the study and flipped the globe with his fingers: " Take this time to take you on a trip, where do you want to go?"

Nie Xunqiu asked: "Can I go anywhere?"

"As long as there is transportation to go."

The rotation slowly stopped, swaying slowly, Nie Xunqiu stretched out his hand, held down the soft ball, and pointed to a place on the other side of the ocean: "I want to go here."

Li Huisheng narrowed his eyes so that he could see where his fingertips were: "Do you want to go back to your hometown?"

In fact, he is just a leaf that falls from a tree, and he doesn't know where his roots are. There is no way to talk about his hometown.

It's just that he has nostalgia for the place where he lived for six years.

I want to see the snow there and the river there.

I also want to find the footprints of that person.

The one he missed so much.

The author says:

*In my impression, MSF provided assistance to Colombia in 85, but the specific time and provinces have not been found, so I will just write it here without going into details.