traveling doctor

Manman looked at his back aggrievedly, then held back her small mouth, and burst into earth-shattering cries.

She can't speak with her mouth, but she can cry with her mouth. It sounds like double cries superimposed, and the magic sound pierces her ears.Kou Tong's mother hurriedly dropped the shovel, ran out of the kitchen, hugged Manman, and patted her on the back gently.

The little girl just looked over her shoulder at Huang Jinchen, who was standing at the door of the bedroom with her arms folded.

There was no expression on the man's face, and his position seemed to isolate him from everyone.He looked at Manman indifferently, as if she was not a little girl who was being made to cry by him, but a little sparrow jumping around.

Manman looked at him, but her body shrank into Kou Tong's mother's arms. She was like a small mobile hard drive, able to store all the things she had seen in categories, but she was particularly sensitive to the indifference of others.

Even Yao Shuo was startled, opened the door, looked at Huang Jinchen and frowned: "Why do you have the same knowledge as a child?"

Huang Jinchen glanced at him, turned around and closed the door without saying a word, and went back into the room.Manman couldn't see him, so the crying slowly subsided, and finally stopped twitching.

There was only one little girl among the adults in the room, and they all treated her like a baby. Even He Xiaozhi managed to squeeze out a rather ugly smile and patted Manman's soft hair.

Huang Jinchen took out his gun from under the bed, picked up the glasses cloth that Kou Tong put in the glasses case on the table, and wiped it absent-mindedly.

There were voices from the living room through the wooden door. Many people were talking, and it was very lively. Probably Kou Tong had said some joke, and there was a burst of very lively laughter--Dr. Kou always mobilized others very easily. emotions, in the direction he wants.

This home, which was just like a sanatorium for mental patients, seemed to become warm and happy in an instant.

Huang Jinchen's attention couldn't help being attracted by that voice, like a little girl standing in the ice and snow on Christmas Eve, lying on the window and looking at other people's fireplaces and turkeys.

It's a pity that he doesn't sell matches, but sells his life.

He remembered a long time ago, on the night of the Mid-Autumn Festival, he was ordered to hunt and kill a man.

That day he was lying on a tall building, looking at the target person's home through the scope.That year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, the tiger was fierce and the temperature was still very high. The family opened the windows, and the whole family watched TV together in the living room, with fruits and moon cakes on the table.

There is a little boy in the family, who is as old as Manman, and insists on breaking apart every piece of mooncake to see what is inside.He sits on the lap of his soon-to-be-headshot father, with a stumbling dachshund running around.

In fact, there was no moon that day, and it was cloudy, but they were still very happy together as a family.

Huang Jinchen smoked three cigarettes on the top floor, looking through a blood-stained scope all the time, like a malicious voyeur.

In fact, for a moment, he also wanted to open a door and walk into someone's house. It doesn't matter if there is anyone in it, as long as he has a place and a room for him. There was no news broadcast about the end of the show, because there was a big battle between the TV series and the ball game in the evening, and finally they went back to the house to watch online videos in anger.

There is air conditioning in summer and heating in winter. Every festival, we will hold some simple but interesting commemorative activities together. In order to meet the occasion, we will frown and eat things that we obviously don’t like, such as moon cakes, rice dumplings, or sticky The glutinous rice balls that are not easy to digest.

But before he had time to wake up from that weedy dream, a cold command to do it came from the earphone.

So he had no choice but to raise the cold gun that had been with him for many years, and the moment the little boy jumped off his father's lap, ran after the puppy, and turned his back to him, he pulled the trigger without even looking at himself. As a result, he closed the scope and turned to leave.

"...what's even better is that the goose jumped down from the plate, with a knife and fork stuck in its back, and walked waddlingly on the floor, walking towards this poor little girl."

"At this time, the match went out again, and there was only a thick and cold wall in front of her."

From childhood to adulthood, there is probably only one thick and cold wall in his world.

When he was very young, when he was sent to a secret base for training, there was no door he could push open in this huge country. Every day was full of cold equipment and harsh training, and he became More and more excellent, but also less and less human.

Later, he received one task after another, and began to become invincible in the endless hunting career. He lived behind a scope, which made his world infinitely small and infinite.

All he can see is always just a dilapidated roof, or an empty old house, a gun, and other people's lives, and other people's busy traffic.

But now, when he finally has such a door, he opens it and hears the conversations and joys and sorrows that he had imagined, but finds that it is difficult to touch him anymore.

They were crying and laughing outside, but there was still only one wall in front of him.

When the little girl opened her thin hands and asked him for a hug, Huang Jinchen even became angry for a moment.

A weak person is not qualified to live, even if she is only a child.

What is wrong with you, what is wrong with you all?He thought, there are so many unfortunate people in this world, and every second, there are countless people who can no longer hear the clock of the next second. With such insignificant pain, why do you hysterically ask others to give it to you? a hug?

Twenty minutes later, Kou Tong opened the door and came in. He quietly moved a chair opposite Huang Jinchen and sat down.

The two ignored each other, Kou Tong was looking at Huang Jinchen, and Huang Jinchen was cleaning his gun. After some time, Huang Jinchen lowered his head and asked, "Does Doctor Kou think I'm handsome all of a sudden? Interested?"

Kou Tong laughed, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, picked up one, handed the other to Huang Jinchen, and leaned over to light it for him.

The living habits of these two people are very bad. What they have in common is that they are very unscrupulous and both have a lot of cigarette addiction.

The faint smell of tobacco spread along the flames, Kou Tong's shadow overlapped on Huang Jinchen's gun, the muzzle coincidentally pressed against his lower abdomen, but he lit Huang Jinchen's cigarette without any scruples, and then Sit back to your original seat.

Huang Jinchen suddenly raised his head and looked at him with sharp eyes, squinting: "Doctor Kou, why do you smell like gunpowder smoke?"

Kou Tong said, "Huh?"

Huang Jinchen's expression became serious, he looked Kou Tong up and down, paused for a moment, and then said, "How do you call General Zhong...call him instructor?"

Kou Tong smiled, "Ah", raised his legs, and leaned on the back of the chair in a very relaxed posture: "If you noticed, in the battle we encircled and suppressed Utopia, General Zhong temporarily lost Control over the base, at that time, my authority was the highest."

Huang Jinchen waited for him to continue.

Kou Tong's voice stopped for a moment, as if he didn't know how to speak, he lowered his eyes, thought for a long time, and then asked abruptly: "Actually, you want to ask me about the 'Seed Project'?"

Huang Jinchen, who was lazily leaning on the head of the bed, suddenly sat up straight. His whole body was like a bow that was stretched taut, as if he was about to release a sharp arrow, and the veins on the back of his hand clutching the gun bulged.

He lowered his voice and asked hurriedly, "What did you say?"

Kou Tong hesitated for a moment, twisted the ashes in the ashtray on the table, and walked around the room twice: "Today is not a good time, our emotions are not stable, maybe we can discuss this issue tomorrow."

"You..." Huang Jinchen seemed to want to say something, but after a while, he held back strangely. He softened his back again, leaned back, "It makes sense, we can find a time to go out and talk."

Kou Tong glanced at him appreciatively. For a sniper, the most indispensable thing is always a strong psychological quality and patience. Then he leaned over and picked up his pillow, turned and left the bedroom, leaving a sentence: "You Take a good rest, I will go to the study to sort out my notes."

Kou Tong spent the night in the study that night, and his bedroom had been given over to Huang Jinchen, so he just made up with a pile of tattered and yellowed documents.

He put the two chairs together, but it was still not long enough, so he had to turn the table sideways to connect them. Although it was uneven, it was barely enough for people to lie on.

At three o'clock in the middle of the night, Kou Tong sorted out the messy notes he had written. Just as he lay down, someone knocked on the door of the study room. , plucked the messy hair and opened the door, took a look, only to find that it was his mother standing at the door.

"Why aren't you sleeping?" Kou Tong asked in a low voice.

"I see that the light in your study is always on. You are doing some important work." Kou Tong's mother glanced in and took a small plate of fruit. where is mom?"

Kou Tong stuffed a piece of apple into his mouth, almost spit it out, frowned and looked at her in disbelief, just like when she was about to hug him to sleep with him when she was a child, and blurted out: "How can that be, you are a girl of!"

Kou Tong's mother was speechless: "Oh brother, you are really a pure man."

Kou Tong glanced at her, and she laughed, and lightly took out a quilt from the locker, put it on his unusually simple bed, stretched out her hand to press it, but still felt it was not soft enough :"Okay ah?"

"All right, all right, stop fussing, I'll wake everyone up in a while." Kou Tong had a pile of documents under his pillow that no one else could read. Hastily stretched out his hand to push her away, "Mom, hurry up, you will get wrinkles if you sleep too late."

Kou Tong's mother was pushed out by him, and she scratched his nose with her hand: "White-eyed wolf."

Kou Tong turned back and leaned against the door frame, silently ate a plate of fruit, and then lay back on his temporary bed, but suddenly felt sleepless, the soft quilt was real, and the fruit he ate was real, too. The old Smurf picture on the wall is also real.

Ever since he called "Mom" for the first time, Kou Tong suddenly had an illusion, as if he had integrated into this space and could live in it for a long time for a lifetime.

Unknowingly, Kou Tong took out the file bag under the pillow, where he put the notes he had been sorting out for a long time, as if another person was controlling his body, Kou Tong wondered why he had to how about going out?

This space seems to be a place where all wishes come true. All the things that he once admired but did not dare to hope for are all there. People live or work hard to make themselves live better?What's wrong with a place where all hidden, real wishes come true?

If not get out, grow old here, die here, and...

When he came back to his senses, he had almost torn the paper note in two. Kou Tong sat up suddenly, the chair leg scratched the ground, and let out a teeth-stinging neigh. Kou Tong hurriedly got out of the bookcase. He took out the adhesive strips from the bottom, sat on the ground wrapped in a towel, and re-glued the torn notes.

Late at night will always make people lose their due vigilance. Kou Tong lowered his eyes. There was only a dim desk lamp that was temporarily moved to the ground in the study. His eyebrows and eyes were reflected like a relief hanging on the wall, cold and deep, with a certain An imperceptible decadence.

His rolled up cuffs revealed a few deep scars. After watching for a long time, it almost gave people an illusion—it seemed that it was not a scar, but a human face, and his face was always twisted like that. Watching him not far away, following him, like a shadow, reminding him all the time, those things that he tried his best to forget.

Kou Tong glued the notes, curled himself up, hugged his two long legs, and clasped his forearm firmly with one hand.He never thought that one day, he would be so weak that he could not even distinguish between reality and illusion, and was trapped in this huge predicament made by the machine that he personally designed and participated in the production of.

He sat motionless in the shadows, from the dimming of the stars to the pale grayness of a fish belly rising on the horizon, and then the dawn light ignited the first shouts in the morning, and the whole street came and went again, the long night It has passed.

What is real?What is unreal?

Kou Tong heard someone tiptoe out outside the door, guessing that his mother who was still alive in this space was planning to go out to buy breakfast for the "whole family".

He raised his stiff arms, wiped his face, and thought to himself, it would be great if Lao Ji was there.

Then he took the dusty mirror on the bookcase, looked at his pale and tired face for a while, closed his eyes for a long while, and then showed a smile that was the same as usual, and looked at him with a spring breeze Ready for a new appearance.

The author has something to say: Note: The words quoted in the quotation marks are from the Chinese translation of "The Little Match Girl" by Hans Christian Andersen.