The third option: I am uncle control

Xiaolu sat on the tatami mat, his whole body sank into emptiness, holding the A4 paper with trembling hands, which was full of uncle's message:

"Sorry, I don't want to leave without saying goodbye like this, but I have no choice."

"Don't worry, I'm sure everything will be fine when I read these words. I'm just afraid that you won't be able to accept it, so I set off before you come back. Of course, another reason is that time is short after all."

"I went to the South, you know, we talked about that place. I verified that the news was true, but the truth must be more serious. You know me, and you must understand me. At this time, I I have to go, I can't stay, my life was too comfortable before, this time, it's really time to do something."

"Before I left, I had already learned about your progress and schedule from your boss. Sorry, I knew where you worked half a year ago, but I didn't tell you. I know your boss very well, so I asked you The situation is also relatively easy. He said that you can come back tonight or tomorrow. Sorry, I can’t take you with me on this trip. As you can imagine, what you have to face on this trip is not a beautiful wooden house, but something beyond our imagination. I know that even if you are around, you will definitely support my choice, but I don't want to imagine your eyes after I tell you my decision, I really dare not, I have always been careful about you, you know , my treasure."

"I don't want to leave in your sight. On the other hand, time is really tight. I have to catch the nearest flight to that place. It will take some time to travel around. There is no time there."

"I know you must be uncomfortable, but this time it was really an accident. There is really no compromise. You know me so well and understand me so well. I am very happy. From the time I lost my ex-wife to the time before I met you , I have never been so happy. But this time, you must forgive me and support me. I always need your presence and support, and this time, I need it even more."

"I swear to you I'll come back in one piece and don't worry about my safety. You know how good I am at taking care of myself, right?"

"If you want, you can live with me when you come back. Because of the rush, there are not many things in the refrigerator. You can fill it up for me first. This place needs someone who can live to take care of it. Besides me, this person is you. .”

"Time is tight, there are a lot of things to say, but time really doesn't allow it. To save time, I just typed this thing for you. Please forgive me."

"Communication over there is bound to be a problem, so I thought twice. I didn't bring my mobile phone, but put it next to my bed. If possible, I will take the initiative to contact you. Don't use any means to find me, let alone come here. If you Do something that makes me angry, and I'll be really angry, and I don't want that to happen between us, not even once."

"Be obedient. I know that you are different from other boys of your age. This is what I like about you. You are smart, you are sensible, and you always make choices that amaze me. This time, I beg you to choose to stay honest At home, use all your wisdom to lighten yourself up, make everything better, and minimize the present imperfections."

"You must have discovered that I installed curtains for the bedroom and the bathroom. I was short on time and I didn't care about choosing carefully. If you live here, these curtains are of great use. I can't make you like me."

"Wait until I come back. You know, I will definitely do what I said. How long it will take, I can't decide, but I know, with this family tied to me, I won't leave for too long, too far away."

"Don't worry too much. I will be fine. We have been separated for too many days. You know, this world is a unity of opposites. We will definitely spend more time together in the future."

"Let's put down the pen. Thinking of you."

"Your uncle is about to celebrate his 42nd birthday."

With a choked sob, Xiaolu wept loudly in the room alone.

No sleep for one night.

He could clearly catch his breath.

A clean bed, no wrinkled sheets, white pillowcases and pillows that always look like new.His laptop was closed on the white oak table, and there was no trace of fingerprints to be found.A thick stack of A4 papers with paper clips hung upside down on the table legs.The black metal pen holder, all black patent leather Schedler pencils, have been sharpened extremely sharply.

The white oak bookshelf opposite the bed always looks like it has just been bought from the home furnishing market. The books are arranged according to the color of the spine, with a nice gradient.

On the bottom shelf of the bookshelf, there is a row of paper bags with printed labels on them, which are his works in the past ten years, ten stacks of thick typed drafts.

In the gap between the last paper bag and the bookshelf, there was an A4 paper. He took it out and saw that it was filled with the names, telephone numbers and ward numbers of uremia patients.

Here is his list of donations.

Lying on the bed, hugging the quilt tightly, watching everything in the room consciously or unconsciously.A year ago, he would curiously explore this small world through the telescope every day, but he couldn't see it clearly.Now this room belongs to him completely, and he can inspect it carefully.

I remembered my excitement and nervousness when I came to this room for the first time, and I even felt a little bit of triumph.

That day, he had been wearing it for three years, but it seemed that the shoes and white socks he had just bought surprised him a lot. The red coat was like a sail, blowing the beauty in his heart like a sea breeze.

He didn't expect that the moment he stepped into this door for the first time, he changed into amiable house clothes and stood in front of him with bare feet, like a friend he already knew.

What he never expected was that he didn't drink at all, and that glass of red wine put him down so easily, making him feel more fragile and cute.Looking at his blushing body, he felt ashamed so much that the initial instigation and naughtiness all escaped completely under that honest face, and there was nothing left.

That night, he could help him to lie on the bed, he could find ice water in the refrigerator for him, he could look at his face so close to him, he could turn off the light on the bedside for him, In the mysterious and helpless darkness, quietly hugging his real body, listening to his heavy breathing, feeling the frightening heat under the thick feet.

In the past, he has truly become a flesh and blood entity in his arms, and all of this can quietly exist and repeat in the following time.

He likes that he chatters like his professor, that he doesn't look at himself, but just stares at something around him and talks, and all his topics seem to be prepared for him. The language of the kingdom.

The night he stayed by his bed was the most stable time for his soul in his 26 years.

That morning, after he got on the bus, the provocative and provocative short message sent to him was from his heart, and he should be able to read it. He is so smart, and all his smarts are closely related to him.

However, he knew the place where he was working early on, and he didn't tell himself that it was a silent wait and see that moved him.

He really wants to learn from him, and he wants to build himself into his favorite work.

When he gives him the greatest degree of space, is not picky, frowns, and laughs, he can make the guns all over the world relax.

The beauty of a mature man.

He shows his infatuation, unbridled.He hates covering up, he hates labels.But it is so frank and true that it completely invalidates the social experience that anyone has accumulated throughout his life.

He is obsessed with his body, facing his real body, he is indeed calm.He does not deny that there is still an element of lust, but it is more of a kind of reverence and convincing.

He is a man without any labels, never has.Created by heaven and earth, uncanny workmanship.

He didn't expect to travel with him, and he let him into that wooden house, which should be his last private land, connecting the most difficult part of his heart.

In the center of that part, that night, he held him from behind frankly, and fell asleep together, without cranky thoughts, without worldly debauchery, and only he himself could feel the baby-like safety and warmth.

He remembered that afternoon, when he was in the rubber raft, he said hello, and then silently enjoyed the sunscreen in his hands, like his own pet, and he always doted on him so much, as if their ages had been reversed.

At that time, he was holding his baby, secretly exerting force, he did not deny that it was an expression, a confession, to vent his wild thoughts.

He can't forget that night, in the rubber raft in the middle of the river, his eyes followed the light in his hand, he was afraid that the light would disappear on the other side of the dark river, and all his pride and courage would be lost exist.

The image of him dragging the rubber raft up to the river beach naked is deeply imprinted in my heart, like an old oil painting.He was still imagining how the family in the mountains whom he had never met used a car to drag the rubber raft away from the wooden house in such a secret and deep place.

The first time I took a shower under the wooden house that night, what a special and interesting memory, what kind of switch did he design, he didn’t see how he let the water flow down, and the water droplets splashed a small rainbow in the sunset, He must not have seen it.

At that moment, he was looking into the depths of his eyes, not daring to focus his sight casually, like a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old.However, his eyes were so sincere and pure, at that moment, I really couldn't understand him.

He still doesn't understand, when he left for the first time, how he silently followed him to the long-distance bus station, where he stood, and watched him get on the bus.That day, he really searched through the crowd, and he wanted to see him appear.

He still didn't tell him how he spent the long time away, so he didn't want to think about it.

Just dozens of hours ago, he was still in that small town, running out alone and sitting on the edge of the big river, watching the civilized river slowly move forward, fantasizing about sitting beside him, even if he didn't say a word.

All this, he never told him.

Holding that quilt, he spent countless days and nights alone.

He found that at this time, he was like him, only memories remained.

There is no boundary between him and him.

The next day, Xiaolu walked to the bookcase, opened the first paper bag from the bottom, took out the manuscripts inside, and carefully read each page under the sunlight beside the white oak table.Starting from him ten years ago, reading all his years and years, it seems to be watching him grow up again.

When I'm tired, I just walk around the house, look through, and have a look.There are so many corners in the house, without touching, reading.

He bought a white handkerchief and wiped all over his area.There seemed to be his shadow everywhere in the house, and he had just left.

He moved his laptop computer, surfed the Internet, and searched endlessly for all information about the South.

Countless reports, countless photos, countless thrilling and heart-piercing.He scoured every photo he could find, hoping to see that familiar, if only vague silhouette, but found nothing.

Looking at the increasing number of donations on the webpage, he took out his savings card to transfer money and filled up all the numbers.

In the guestbook, he typed four words that only he could understand:

don't leave me.

Looking at those four words, Xiaolu had already burst into tears.

(To be continued)

☆, Xiaolu diary: sunny to cloudy on Tuesday, July [-]st

Today is the first day of the new month. On this day, I wrote the first diary in my life.This day must be recorded. At the age of 26, for the first time, I feel that something needs to be recorded.

My uncle, he is back.

It was still in the afternoon, logically speaking, it should have been lunch time. I went to his kitchen four times, and every time I went in, I would come out immediately. He seemed to be busy there all the time. There was no sign of him, but there was him His magnetic field, with his brain waves, is there, by the sink, by the stove, everywhere, I can't stand that kind of torture, let alone eat.

It was still sunny then, and the sun shone on someone's window panes in the building I was in and reflected off his bed.Holding his quilt, I felt like I was left with a piece of skin.The quilt is for winter, I found it out of the cabinet, and it smelled of the sun after a while.I just hugged it like that, and it felt very similar to hugging him.

While holding it, he came back.I didn't even realize it when it first started knocking on the door.The knock on the door was too far away for me. Thinking about it now, it seems that no one has knocked on my door for nearly ten years.I don't know how many times I knocked, but I came to my senses. The moment my hand touched the door lock, I felt the coolness of the metal. It was the coolness at that moment, which awakened my brain. The sixth sense told me that this The results are not bad, my worries can stop here.

The door opened, and it was him, standing outside the door, like a child punished to stand.

He was indeed right. When I saw him, my worries were all gone, or rather, it seemed as if they didn't exist at all.He has changed, his hair is long, soft, lying flat on his head, without any temper at all, it looks like something growing out of his head.

For a moment, I even wanted to slap him hard.

He just stood outside the door, staring at me blankly, not coming in.I saw that his beard had grown, and it was the first time I saw him with a beard. It was a bit vicissitudes.He is old, his skin is a little darker, and he has loosened a lot, and he feels a little dragged down.He looked at me without moving, like he was mad at me.

I pull him in, he's still looking at me, and I close the door so I can get a good look at him.There was a strange, inexplicable layer about him, a little heavy, a little gloomy, even a little gloomy.

He was indeed dark. The flesh on his face, neck, and neckline was evenly black.The familiar skin smell on my body was gone, and there was always a stranger's smell in the air between him and me, and that smell made me nervous.

I asked him why he was so over the top and why he ran away all of a sudden.He didn't answer, just looked at me like that without blinking.I helped him to sit down, sitting on the pier for changing shoes at the door, and held his shoulders.He has lost some weight, and his feeling and experience are different. Not only the thickness of the flesh, but also something inside, inexplicable and strange.

He didn't speak, just looked up at me, I pinched his face, his face moved back and forth with my hands, but the light in his eyes didn't change at all.Both hands were dirty, as if covered with a layer of dust, crossed under the stomach, and looked at me with a slightly tilted head.

The clothes were dirty, covered with a layer of dust, and there were spots like oil or something. The blue, white, red and brown four-color horizontal stripe T-shirt didn't feel like his clothes.I took off the clothes for him, and he felt strange to me in that clothes.He really lost a lot of weight, but his chest still drooped slightly, his flesh seemed to be a little older, and it was as dark as his face.I made him stand up, take off his pants, his shoes.He is like a child, although he is silent, he is very obedient and cooperates with me very much.His pants were dusty inside and out, and the strange smell was getting heavier and heavier, which made me more and more nervous. At the same time, there was also the smell of his feet.His socks had changed color, were torn in several places, and were so hard that they stuck tightly to his feet and couldn’t be taken off. I had to use scissors to cut the tops of the socks. God knows how long he hadn’t taken off his shoes.

I took him to the bathroom, opened the window, and turned on the hot water.He looked down at his belly like a child who had just been scolded, but still didn't speak.I washed his hair, face and neck, and only at this time did he close his eyes in response to avoid the foam and water.The rest of the time it was the same, looking down at his belly without blinking or speaking.

I used up that bottle of bath liquid without any distress, but after using it up, I felt a sense of accomplishment, at least it made him clean, and the strange smell on my body that made me nervous was gone.I washed him countless times, wiped it twice, and brushed it twice, thanks to his strong skin and flesh, he can withstand all of this.I washed him there several times, but he didn't respond at all. I realized that something in him was dead, or temporarily broken.

I helped him into the bedroom, hoping that the place he was most familiar with and safest would make him feel better.I found a serious problem: Even if he is sitting there naked, there is still a feeling of something covering his body. This feeling is extremely strong, but I can't see anything.It scares me so much.

He was still sitting there, like a big child, with his head down and his eyes unblinking.I squatted at a place lower than his line of sight, and observed those eyes. His eyes were real, but there was a layer of light missing.When I kissed him, his lips were stiff, like the eraser that had been left unused in a pencil case for several years, and his tongue was cool. There was no unpleasant taste in his mouth, or in other words, his tongue was like wax, No smell at all.

I put him to lie flat, his eyes changed a little, he looked at the farther part of the ceiling leisurely, not knowing what he was looking at.I massaged him, hoping to wake him up in any way, to connect with something inside him.Every part of his body has gradually changed under my massage, and I can feel the process of capillaries recovering.There are sparse scratches on his fingers and the back of his hands. I don’t know what kind of days he spent there and what kind of work he did. His hands are like steles without words, which makes people feel that there must be a lot of past events in them. , but it is impossible to guess.

I rubbed every inch of his body like I was massaging a corpse.

I asked him if he wanted to eat, and he didn't speak or shake his head.He didn't even drink water.No way, I hugged him tightly with my body, covered with the winter quilt.He was icy cold, even in this season.The small reactor in the small noodle tank in the past is gone, gone out.Holding his belly, I want to cry.

He lay obediently in my arms, his eyes stopped looking at non-existent targets and started to look at me, which made me somewhat relieved.Now that he can find his own home, use the spare key card I left at the front desk of the lobby to take the elevator up by himself, and make eye contact with me, I have no complaints against him.Although he looks like this now.

But he just doesn't talk, I bite his face, put my fingers in his mouth and play with his tongue, he just doesn't talk.

He lost his voice, and I have rationally faced this reality.In the evening, I went to the bathroom and cried a little, and my stomach twitched inexplicably.

After nine o'clock, he fell asleep by himself, with his eyes closed, breathing lightly and evenly.After checking for a while on how he was sleeping, I was relieved to do something else.I went to the kitchen to order noodles, sat down by his bed after eating, looked at his figure, and wrote this diary on my own computer.

I still look at him now, he is one meter away from me, sleeping on his side, so real.The generous back is now sleeping towards me, showing the strength of a man. Looking at him, I feel at ease.

It's so good, so good, that he can come back, it's better than anything else.

☆、Xiaolu Diary: Wednesday, July [-]nd is cloudy

He still didn't speak, his eyes kept following me.

The biggest improvement today is that he started eating.

I cooked dried noodles, but he didn't eat them, just stared at them.No way, I ate it.To my surprise, after I finished eating, he took the bowl and drank up the noodle soup.

He seems to like me holding him very much. When I hold him, the straight light in his eyes can soften a lot, and when the sky is getting dark in the afternoon, the eyes are somewhat thoughtful. Something, faint as it is, is there.I put my arms around his naked, still cool body, and kept rubbing his chest, hoping to get some heat from it.His feet were also cold, and I took a few toes of one of his feet into my mouth, like eating frozen grapes.I warmed him with my belly, but it didn't help much.

The invisible layer that terrified me seemed to be gone, which made me very happy.

He's only had one pee since I picked him up through the door.He didn't show that he was going to the bathroom, I dragged him there, stood by the toilet, I supported him, the thing was as listless as a small pickle.After holding it for a long time, the color of the urine was shocking, and it was as sticky as rice soup, which was very abnormal.I rinsed away the things that worried me and wiped him clean with paper.That's what he usually does, but now I have to help with everything.I don't know if he knows what kind of state he is in and what he is doing right now. If he can realize that I am doing all his things with my usual habits, he should feel very comfortable.

Lying back on the bed, I touched his stomach, and there was no hard knot.I don't dare to guess how long it has been since he had a proper meal, but fortunately he has some fat to burn, so he won't be too sad.

I made vegetable soup for dinner, I ate vegetables, and he only drank soup.I went downstairs and bought a few cans, and poured out the sugar water for him, and he drank it slowly.The worries in my heart began to subside bit by bit.

I gave him a massage before going to bed at night, and found that there was heat in the place corresponding to his back and heart.So I hugged him from behind, the second time I hugged him from this angle, the first time was on the top of the mountain.His shoulders are really broad, but it's a pity that he has no strength at all, which is a bit sad.

I calmed down and recalled what I had learned. I realized that his series of performances should have been stimulated in the disaster area.Under unprecedented natural disasters and man-made disasters, people's spirits will gradually collapse unconsciously, gradually collapse, and lose themselves, especially those who live peacefully in a pampered environment, and are more likely to be hurt in such an environment for a long time.In my spare time, I continued to browse the news and learned that many psychologists were sent to the disaster area to provide psychological counseling to the victims and volunteers, so as to relieve the psychological trauma caused by the disaster.

My uncle also needs treatment.I know that the only other person who can heal is me.Although his mind is strong enough and his nerves are strong enough, he still needs a powerful external force as a catalyst, and that is me.

☆, Xiaolu diary: Thursday, July [-]rd, sunny

Maybe it was really his favorite sun that saved him.

At noon, he finally woke up, slept quite well, and his eyes were shining.When he woke up he ate two cans of sugar water.Still didn't say a word, but the eyes that looked at me became more and more comfortable.

In the afternoon, he was lying on the bed, looking at the building where I lived opposite.His eyes were a little distracted, and he didn't know where he was focusing.But at this time, a miracle happened, and the sun's rays reflected from a certain window of that building fell on his bed and his face.Facing the light, he sat up by himself and stared at the light for a while until the sun tilted and the light and shadow moved away.

Then he looked back at me with the familiar gleam on his face.I walked over to hold him, and he burst into tears in my arms.

That cry broke my heart, I hugged the head, the soft short hair stuck to my mouth, I stroked his back, where there was a roar that made me feel a little overwhelmed.His tears poured down, and soon wet my clothes, the strength in his arms gradually came back, and he clasped my shoulders and neck tightly, muttering words that took me a while to understand clearly:

"They are so miserable...they are so miserable..."

These were the first words he said after returning home.

He just sat on the bed naked, in the whiteness, fell into my arms, and cried bitterly all afternoon. I knelt in front of him, pressed his head buried in my chest, and stroked his soft skin. Ears and hair, let him vent and lose his temper, insist on keeping himself calm, I know he has nothing but me now, at this moment, I am his only support.

I don't know when, he cried enough, stopped, and lightly pressed his head on my belly, shaking it slightly, as if he wanted to drill a hole in it.Two big hands that gradually recovered their temperature kept pinching my body, as if they were looking for and chasing something that could make him sure.I know that he is recovering and waking up, but he is still struggling to find the guiding light that exits the darkness.

Under my favorite golden sunset, I hugged him and summoned him for a long time in the way of awakening a sleeping lover in fairy tales.Gradually, his hand stopped searching and landed on my waist calmly, and we maintained that posture, motionless, until the sunset completely disappeared.

It was night, and I fell asleep with my peaceful uncle in my arms, and a stone in my heart finally settled down.Perhaps based on this relaxation, another person who had been suppressed in his head for a long time began to emerge faintly in the night.

He is Yang.

Once upon a time, Yang hugged me to sleep like this, like hugging a treasure, just like I hug an uncle now.That was my first love, my beginning, it is a good memory for anyone.There was a time when I thought I was the luckiest, happiest person in the world.

But I was wrong, Yang left me without reason, or rather, seemingly without reason.I know his true thoughts, I can touch them, because I know him too well, in my eyes, he is transparent.

But I didn't point it out, I didn't choose the way to hurt each other, I just silently endured what he could give me in the end, although it was extremely heavy and dark.I know that I can't fight back, because it will definitely cause deeper damage. I know that although his choice seems to be a relief and protection for him, to some extent, there is no difference in the damage we suffer.After all, I know him too well.Although I don't resent him, I know that Yang is wrong, the fault is that he has made happiness his ultimate goal, which is too close and too easy, like a kiss, which can be achieved with a light touch of the lips, but No matter how long a kiss is, there is always a time to separate.

Feelings should not be as superficial as lips.

I also know that I don’t need to be too entangled with that period of the past, because it was the beginning of my life with him, just like baby teeth, it can only accompany me through the initial stage of life, when I really become an adult , the deciduous teeth are about to retreat, and the permanent teeth will break out of the ground without hesitation, and accompany me until the end of my life.This process will be painful, it will bleed, it will make me unable to eat, sleep, and die.But we all have to grow up, irrepressible, unmanipulative.But after the metamorphosis, it is relatively constant for a long time.Maybe during this period, we will still experience the pain of growing wisdom teeth, maybe during this period, we will still have toothaches, and even lose a precious tooth due to some accidents and diseases, then we need to be kind to these things that will accompany us to the end of our lives My babies, take good care of them and maintain them meticulously, and you must not be sloppy or slack in the slightest, otherwise you will have to suffer that pain again.

Every time I see the excavated skull, I am very emotional and moved. The body has gone through the whole process in the world, buried in the ground, and it will be seen again after thousands of years. The boiling blood, well-developed muscles, and beautiful appearance of the past , all ceased to exist, rotten and smelly, turned into gray smoke, and disappeared without a trace over time.Only those teeth, together with the bones, have experienced countless days and nights in the world, traveled through time and space, and displayed them in front of future generations.

The octogenarian, with silver hair all over his head, holds hands with the setting sun, and when he smiles, his mouth is full of teeth, which is a touching beauty of life.But if in the sunset of life, we can still grin at each other when we are faltering, it will be more chic and eternal.

I have been in deep pain once, now, uncle and I should protect each other, this point I was sure after I kissed him for the first time, I am sure he is the one, the one who can accompany me to the end Because he and I have one thing in common - we both have impeccable teeth.

You are my treasure.

☆, Xiaolu Diary: Sunny Sunday, July [-]th [The Finale]

The weather was fine, so he prepared a bowl of mung bean porridge for breakfast and bought a steamed bun.

Near noon, I took him to the riverside park to relax.We found a wooden chair where few people passed by, and we sat there looking at the river, basking in the sun all afternoon.

His physical condition is improving, although it is not obvious, but it can be felt.His eyes are often dull for a while, he pauses before he speaks, the frequency of defecation and defecation becomes normal, his mouth gradually returns to the usual fruity smell, his belly is also warm, but his feet are still a little swollen, I put him on Put on the pair of Beijing cloth shoes.Looking at the spotless toes, he slowly told me about the month he spent in the disaster area. This afternoon, the story he told was so thrilling. I didn't expect that this seemingly short month could actually be So much suffering and shock.This afternoon, I was somewhat stimulated, and to a certain extent, he and I were one step closer.

Looking at him staring at his scarred hand, with tears in his eyes, he was at least five years older than his actual age.I kissed his cheek that had returned to normal temperature and told him that everything will pass and everything will be fine.

When I was there, I missed you very much, but I kept holding back. There were times when I couldn't help but want to talk to you, but there was no channel for contact.

He said so to me.Also said sorry.

I did get mad at him once, I told him, but not at all now, as long as he gets better soon.We all still have a lot to do.

He's the best uncle I've ever met, he used to drive me crazy, and still does.

We held hands and went back to his residence together, hugging and talking together.

You know what, he said.When I was there, what I was most worried about was not the aftershocks, but that you came to me. If you really didn't listen to me and went to me, I really didn't know what to do.

I won't be so disobedient.I told him.What kind of people are we, do we not know each other even today?I know you will come back, so I have been waiting for you too.

He added: I know you won't come to me, I'm just worried.

I said, that's because you don't know me. If you knew me completely and what I do, you wouldn't worry about me.

He asked me: Aren't you just a kid king, how many secrets do you have?

I said, this secret can only be known to those who love me the most.

He just laughed, and asked what the secret was.

I said I can tell you, but you have to fulfill your promise. When autumn comes, you must go to the deep mountain again, cross the rubber raft again, live in the wooden house again, walk the fairy road, and climb to the top of the mountain again. Watch you pee on the top of the mountain.

He said yes.

Yes, I must make him better and better, he is my best friend, most beautiful lover, and best uncle.

When I peed before bed, he called me into the bathroom.

Since coming back, he has been having trouble urinating, which is my biggest concern.It's not a big problem, it's just that I have to hold his baby every time, it seems that this has left the root cause of the disease, otherwise, he can't pee at all.

This time, he can't do without me.

Hehe, he has already told me to turn off the phone and take a rest, so I stopped writing, so I just put down my pen.Perhaps, this is the last diary of my life. Everything that should be recorded has been recorded. In the future, I just need to live it and keep it in my heart.

Road

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I would like to dedicate this article to Xiaolu and other countless people who made contributions in the 2008 Wenchuan Earthquake.

2008-12-30 Start writing

2009-01-14 Completed

Revised on 2011-05 06

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