A story and two bottles of wine prose

You come and go in a carriage, and you push it around, just like the market before the Chinese New Year. Selling goods, playing cards, watching movies and chatting are all mixed together to form a symphony. You can listen, and you have to listen if you don't. This may be the status quo in the carriage! You can't refuse, you can only accept.

At the end of this trip, I browsed the photos I took. The scenery is breathtaking and my body is exhausted, but I am not sleepy at all. I took out the book in my backpack and flipped through it. My mind can't get into this book at all. It's too messy, and a beautiful journey is over. Shouldn't I be happy? At this moment, I can't calm my inner excitement and joy at all.

I sat in a double seat, next to the window, opposite a young man. From the moment I got on the bus, he kept staring out of the window. The noise in the car didn't bother him, even the Hui people around him accidentally met him, but he ignored him. Look at his gentleness, like a college student and an autistic child. He was silent and said nothing.

He is a strange man. Other passengers are watching the passengers around curiously, talking, chatting and playing cards with people around them, so that the journey is not lonely. He wants to feel lonely. Everyone has their own journey. I am enjoying the comfort and security brought by the scenery in Saibei. I don't know what he likes on the trip. His eyes glazed over. His eyes are confusing. He is not looking at the scenery, but has something on his mind. He should meditate in his mind, because I saw his chin shaking slightly.

On the train, the most easily remembered people are active people, and the taciturn people, like the wind, will be forgotten in an instant. But I am very interested in him. He should be a man with a story. Maybe I didn't find someone to talk to, so I kept my mouth shut. His eyes are like a black hole, which I inadvertently saw. He has been holding his chin in one hand and motionless, as if he had been forgotten by time, and I noticed him only because I wanted to hear his story.

Time is in a crowded carriage, it can't be squeezed in, it's stuck in the crowd, and everything seems too slow. His skin is full of youthful breath, but it reveals the vicissitudes of people with stories. He is wearing a white linen shirt with a blue collar. He should be a very clean man, otherwise how can there be no dust on his white shirt! Wearing a tight black and gray suit, the red peace ribbon in the temple has been wrapped around her left hand. How can he always wear the ribbon of peace? Shouldn't you take it off and put it in your backpack? Or hanging on a blessing tree to pray for peace? He is really a freak, but it makes me more interested in him and want to know what's wrong with him.

I don't know why I am interested in him sitting opposite me. Maybe he has a special attraction! I can't refuse this attraction, and I especially want to hear his story. Time has been packed by the crowd, and the smell of instant noodles is slowly spreading in the carriage. Everyone began to move lazily, struggling to take out instant noodles or food from their bags. Making noodles is hard work. Without superhuman powers, you can't eat hot instant noodles at all. Perhaps under the temptation of food, he moved and looked forward, but his eyes were always scattered. He had a hard stretch and then looked at every passenger around him. His eyes just flashed by, and he didn't stop on anyone at all, as if looking for something.

Finally, his eyes rested on the backpack, took out a bottle of water, took a few sips slowly and put it back in the bag. He struggled to get up in the crowded carriages and seats, and finally found a foothold, moved to the junction of the carriages step by step and stopped at the door of the smoking room. A few minutes later, two people walked out of the smoking room before he went in. When he closed the door, I began to wonder what he was doing in the smoking room. I have made up countless pictures, but I think he is a freak. I can't guess what he is doing. I can't imagine, I even doubt that he will jump out of the car from the window, because there are many things I'm not sure about.

The more curious I became, the more uneasy I became, so I got up and walked to the smoking room. But I don't know why I want to go there. I don't know him, so why bother? But curiosity always leads me, and I want to move on. When I stood quietly in front of the smoking room, I saw his back. He kept looking out of the window, as if something caught his eye and asked him to look back. I hesitated when I was about to knock on the door and walk in. My hand stopped in the air and didn't knock. I want to go in and talk to him, but I have been hesitating and don't know what to do.

When he knocked on the window, he felt very hard, but he didn't hear it. He should be trapped in his own story too deep! I can't extricate myself! I knocked on the window twice again for fear of disturbing his dream, but he suddenly turned around. Seeing it was me, he opened the door, but I walked in a little timidly. But it was embarrassing to walk in and find that we didn't know what to say at all. At that moment, I felt the smoke in my pocket.

I took out two cigarettes and asked him if he smoked. He readily agreed, so I lit a cigarette and leaned against the door, but he couldn't find a lighter all over, so I lit it for him, but he lit it with a cigarette in his mouth. He coughed in a hurry when I smoked heavily. He certainly can't smoke, which is the conclusion I drew when I lit his cigarette, but why did he pick it up when he didn't smoke? He looked at me and felt embarrassed. He quickly apologized. I smiled and said that we are all friends, so why apologize! He blushed, smiled and said nothing.

When two people are strangers, a cigarette can bring them closer together. After all, he is a stranger, and his speech is somewhat unnatural. But at least I got what I wanted, and we talked. I asked him where he was going, and he said to go home. I asked him where his home was. He told me it was Xuchang, Henan. I was even more excited when I heard that I was a fellow villager. After all, this is more than 0/000 kilometers away from home/kloc-. It's really hard to meet a fellow villager. When I talk big, he seems particularly unsociable, which makes me a little embarrassed. Even I had the urge to leave, but I didn't leave in the end.

I think his face is very young, but his bones are somewhat mature and steady. I asked him if he was a student at school, and he told me he was a junior. I asked him why he appeared in Saibei, because it was not a festival. Suddenly stared at me, as if I didn't understand. I felt that he was looking at me in surprise, so I asked again. He glanced at me again, took a deep breath and casually said that Saibei was playing. I said that your school teachers and family will worry about you to death. He turned to look out of the window and whispered, I'm not going back now!

His mouth is like two mountains, closed. I tried to open his mouth and talk to him, but I couldn't find the same words. We talked a lot, and he responded with indifferent love, as if I didn't exist, and he was talking to himself casually. Every time I ask him, he is not interested in everything about me. I am like an invisible man. Whether I exist or not has nothing to do with him.

I asked him where to play, and he told me that he went to Tibet because he had faith in his heart, and then he went to Qinghai and went back to his hometown after seeing Qinghai Lake. These answers threw cold water on me and made me scratch my head. I asked him why he wasn't at school. He turned to look at me, but asked what do you think is the most important thing for a person with only one month left to live? I'm so stupid. I froze. I don't know why he said this. I looked at his red eyes and almost left tears. At that time, I felt that I was really redundant. I seem to have found a gap to hide, but he keeps looking at me, so I have to answer his feelings ... relatives are the most important.

Then he leaned against the carriage and told me his story. It's too heavy, too heavy, and I feel like I'm going to be on my chest all my life. If I remember it, it will definitely hurt.

He is a junior in school. When he was in high school, he always felt uncomfortable in his stomach, but he always felt that he couldn't eat well and was under too much pressure to study. These are minor problems. Have a rest, and it will be all right in a couple of days. But really, as he thought, after a few days' rest, his stomach stopped hurting and he didn't care too much. After repeated several times, he always felt that there was nothing wrong. He is also a sensible child and never tells his family that he is not feeling well. After his parents found out, they still said no problem, and they were all holding up at school.

In the early days of college, he had a group of carefree playmates, eating, drinking and having fun, which completely opened the cage of high school and made him as happy as an eagle flying in the sky. Occasionally I have a stomachache, but I still don't pay attention to this problem. He blamed the problem on his stomach trouble and didn't care at all. He likes traveling, and the place he wants to go most is Tibet, because Tibet is a pure place with extremely lofty beliefs. He said that he must go to Tibet today if he has the opportunity, just to baptize his soul. He often travels with his roommates, does public welfare activities and works part-time to earn pocket money. The teacher said that he was a great student, and he was good in all aspects except one thing. Others advised him to go to the hospital for a physical examination, but he felt that nothing was wrong, it was a trivial matter. Everyone else is worried about him, but he is not.

He rushed to the front in a campus activity organized by the school, but when he moved heavy objects for the last time, he suddenly got black at the moment, plunged into the storage room of the school, banged his head on the ground, and piled up on the table with a "crash". All the work and time stopped. The students looked at him helplessly. It took a few seconds for someone to come over and call the emergency number quickly. For him, he didn't know what happened, and no one told him, because it was a nightmare and no one mentioned it in front of him.

After waking up, he lay in his hospital bed and saw his parents instead of his classmates. He began to feel uneasy. He realized the seriousness of the problem. When he asks his mother about his illness, she always tells him that it's just a stomach trouble, and he will get well soon. He doubted whether what his parents said was true or not. He wants to sit up, but he is too weak to sit up at all. As always, he chats with his mother, the future, his dreams and his son (the name of the puppy). He always has endless words with his mother. Mother sat by his bed, listening to so many beautiful things he said, and tears could not stop flowing down. He stroked his mother's wrinkled face, smiled, laughed and cried.

He said that his parents were great actors and pretended to be happy in front of him. One night, about two or three o'clock at night, he was awakened by severe abdominal pain. I opened my eyes and found that my parents were not around. When I was about to call my mother, I saw my mother twitching in my father's arms through the glass. That's my mother crying. That's my mother crying in my father's arms. She cried helplessly, and my father just patted her on the back. Seeing this, he began to doubt his illness. He began to guess, always doubting the worst, and even thought that life would soon end. Feeling scared and helpless, he cried to his mother out of the window with tears. His parents heard his crying and hurried back to the ward before they could wipe their tears. When he asked his mother why she was crying, she said that the smell in the hospital might be too exciting! Made her cry. He began to argue with his parents, hoping to get some information from them, but their parents kept their mouths shut, saying that they had stomach trouble, but it was a bit serious and needed rest and recuperation.

The next day, he closed his eyes as if he were sleeping, hoping to get some useful information from his parents' conversation. He never misses a piece of paper that may record his illness. He paid attention to everything his mother said and eavesdropped on the conversation between the doctor and his parents, but it didn't have the result he wanted. The more fruitless he is, the more uneasy he is, and the more uncomfortable he is. He tried to stretch his muscles in bed and asked the doctor himself when he was full of energy. Try to sit up alone and sit in bed every day, not once, but again and again, but he didn't give up, just to get up again, as he wished, and finally he did it.

Sitting on the bed and looking at the red sun outside the window, it is a temptation for him to rush out of this room that has imprisoned his freedom. He tried dozens of ways to escape from this prison, but his parents were always by his side, leaving him helpless. Only at night, when his parents are asleep, can he leave the cell quietly, and only in this way can he be free. During the day, he tries to sleep and eavesdrop on the conversation between his parents and doctors. At night, he tried to hold his eyelids and not let himself fall asleep. When his parents were asleep, he sat up quietly and looked at his mother's unkempt hair and his father's wrinkles layer by layer. He wept quietly, so that no one could see him. He didn't even dare to let out a sob because he was afraid of waking his sleeping parents.

He got out of bed gently, closed the door quietly, and crept to the duty room for fear of being seen by the nurse, just in time to see the doctor who saw him. He walked into the duty room and closed the door behind him. He asked the doctor about his illness, but the doctor shook his head and refused, saying nothing. He kept asking the doctor, and the doctor shook his head and said that he was helpless and couldn't say it. Repeated inquiries failed. He saw the window of the duty room open and went over. He quickly opened the window as wide as possible, stepped on the windowsill with one foot, panting and red eyes, and said to the doctor fiercely, "You must tell me today. If you don't say it, I'll jump right away. "

The doctor was completely frightened by his actions and gave him many words of comfort to stabilize his mood. However, at this moment, he just wants an answer he wants. If the doctor says anything more, filter it all, as long as it is what he wants. The nurse on duty at this time saw the situation in the room and was afraid that his parents would know. He gestured to the nurse to come to the duty room, and she was not allowed to talk. When the nurse saw this scene, she was just in a daze and said nothing. He became extremely anxious and angry, panting and asked the attending doctor, "If your next sentence is not the answer I want, I will jump at once."

He also said kindly, "Don't worry, as long as you tell me, I will keep it absolutely confidential." The doctor looked at him, pale and told him the truth. There is only one month left in his life, and if he is optimistic, the time will be longer. He asked the nurse several times, and finally confirmed the same answer, and spent hundreds of thousands of medical expenses. Hearing these words, he took his legs off the windowsill and moved to the door step by step. The doctor also bowed his head deeply. There must be cracks in the ground! The doctor kept watching, fascinated, and the nurse leaned against the door and stared at him blankly, unable to say a word. In a flash, only he was moving in the world, and everything else was still. The world was so quiet that he heard his breathing.

When he grabbed the doorknob, the nurse forgot to move and leaned against the door. He tugged at the door, but it didn't open. The nurse leaned over. Just as he opened the door and was about to leave, she said weakly, "Please don't tell my parents what happened tonight. Just pretend it never happened at this time, otherwise, the consequences will be at your own risk." Later, I left the nurse's duty room in a mess.

That night he lay in his hospital bed, tossing and turning, staying up all night, staring at the ceiling, speechless. I don't know what to say, and I don't know who to talk to. I keep crying. For his family, hundreds of thousands is an astronomical figure, and the disease is still incurable, so it is better to give up before it is too late. But he is the eldest brother and the only boy in the family. His parents put too much hope on him. He can't die, but can he live? This is an unknown number. In the doctor's office, there is already a death verdict, but he doesn't know it.

He wants to leave the hospital. There is no cure for this disease. He already knows that there is no hope of living. Why waste so much money to treat him? He still has many unfinished dreams. How can he leave this world? In the middle of the night, the more he thought about it, the clearer his thoughts became. He wants to go to Tibet, and he also wants to go back to his hometown, spend the rest of his life with his parents and leave safely. However, he really wants to go to Tibet. Even though his life is coming to an end, he still wants to go to Tibet. In the middle of the night, he saw a god waving to him in Tibet in the blink of an eye. God said that he could cure his illness. After he quietly rummaged through his clothes, he gently put on his clothes and wrote on his medical record, "I will definitely go home in ten days, I hope I don't worry."

He boarded the train to Chengdu in a hurry. On the way, his mother cried and called him several times. He just told her that he was fine and would definitely go home in ten days. Mother earnestly advised him that he just said that he was fine and would definitely go back. He also told his mother that he was just going out for a walk and would definitely go back one day. Don't worry. Mom kept asking him where he was, but he just said that he was fine and everything was fine ... but after hanging up the phone, his tears began to trickle out, like a dam that opened, and could not stop spraying out.

Mother calls him every three days, even at two or three o'clock in the evening, but he keeps saying that he is fine. Whenever he says that he is all right, in fact, his heart is the most uncomfortable, because he knows that his parents are more anxious than he is, and he can't sleep every day just to wait for him to come home. He cried in front of me, and I didn't know what to do at once, but as soon as I touched my pocket, I found no paper in it, and I immediately opened the door of the smoking room. In the crowded aisle, I jumped up and hit the passengers first, praying that they would make way for me and let me get back to my seat quickly. I ran back to my seat in despair, picked up a packet of paper on the table, and when I turned to leave, I found two unopened cans of beer on the table. I also took them to the smoking room. Hit me left, hit me right, and in the bristle, I fought my way out and came to the smoking room again.

I handed him the toilet paper, and he whispered thank you, and then continued to tell me his story. He came to Tibet with a telephone ringing all the way, and he suffered from altitude sickness and vomited on the way. Even death cut off his breath, but God's care for him kept him alive and went to Tibet. I asked him what he had in Tibet. He smiled, smiled happily, and then looked at me. He said that Tibet has nothing but faith and beautiful scenery!

He used to just go online, or listen to others say how beautiful Tibet is? How magnificent is the Potala Palace? In fact, like him, I have only seen Tibet in magazines and on the Internet. It is really beautiful, so beautiful that I dare not walk in it, for fear of ruining a cloud in Tibet. I asked him why he wanted to go to Tibet. He first looked at me gently, then looked at the roof of the smoking room and said, "Because Tibet is closest to the sky, you can talk to the gods." When he said this, I was even more confused. I even suspect that he is not only physically ill, but also mentally ill.

He saw thousands of people go to Tibet to worship in order to baptize their souls and get the attachment of the gods, because they all have pure and pure beliefs in their hearts. He said that he had talked with the gods because he heard someone calling him constantly in the temple. When he looked around, he couldn't see anyone who wanted to talk to him. But in the blink of an eye, he saw the god who called him. He knelt on the ground, his eyes closed, and his mouth kept chanting. He told me very excitedly that he talked with the gods, and he really talked with them, because when he closed his eyes, he still remembered their faces.

He said it was a wonderful feeling. When you see the person you want to see most appear in front of you, you must be crazy about it. He closed his eyes and the gods looked at him and just smiled. He bent his legs, knelt on the ground, folded his hands and prayed for the attachment of the gods. However, when he said his request, God frowned and looked at him in surprise. We are all equal before God. God said, why are you all praying for my mercy? The biggest harvest in the world is actually charity and giving. Don't people know everything?

He said that he wanted to get better soon, and he begged the gods to take him away and let him stand up again. Immortals are happy. Immortals say there are no immortals in this world, but there are some beliefs in your heart. If there are gods, there are only two gods in the world. They are your parents. At the moment when God turned away, he reached for it, but it was empty. His body fell heavily to the ground and woke him up at once.

The wind in Tibet is biting, and he shivers in the wind. The shaking body shook his soul, like a tramp walking aimlessly in Tibet. He doesn't know where to go. He doesn't know what to do. He doesn't know how to face everything now. He is like a pile of meat without soul, with directions everywhere and footsteps everywhere.

He looked at the snow-capped mountains in the distance and shed tears, but his mother appeared in his eyes. Her mother approached him step by step and opened her arms. He quickly threw himself into her arms and burst into tears. Tired of torture, he fell asleep. When he woke up, he rested against the boulder for a long time. ...

When he said this, his words had become intermittent and his body trembled slightly. I know it's him crying. I was so absorbed in listening that I raised my hand and scratched it, only to find that there were still two unopened beer in my hand. He raised his hand to ask for a can, but he didn't refuse. He took the beer, opened it conveniently and motioned for me to open it. After I opened the beer, we clinked glasses He immediately looked up and gulped it down. I just saw his Adam's apple jump up and down. Besides seeing him drinking, I also saw tears sliding out of his eyes, which contained too much.

He finished his beer in one gulp, then burped and sighed, and went on telling his story.

He said that after arriving in Tibet, he had no regrets. He wants to go home. He wants to go back to his parents. He decided to return and run to the railway station at high speed. On the way of galloping, he had a runny nose and tears, but at the crowded station, he stopped and choked. He hesitated at the ticket office, because there was another place pulling him, and that was Qinghai Lake. This is the truest dream of his childhood. When he first saw Qinghai Lake in his textbook, he made up his mind to go to Qinghai Lake to see the eyes of the earth.

He said that Qinghai Lake is a beautiful lake to others, but for him, it is the most sacred place. He wants to go home, but he also wants to go to Qinghai Lake. In the process of fighting between two little people in his mind, he suddenly decided to take Qinghai Lake as a stop on his return trip. Qinghai is passing by, but it's a little detour, but he just wants to see Qinghai Lake in Qinghai. Because in his mind, there has always been a picture that Qinghai Lake is purer than the sky, deeper than the sea and more affectionate than a girl's eyes.

When he stood by the Qinghai Lake, he saw it as a mirror. He said that seeing Qinghai Lake is like seeing your own soul. Standing in Qinghai Lake, you will have a wonderful feeling, very real, but you can't say it. He sat by the lake and looked into the distance. In the distance is a green ocean, so pure that people are completely crazy. Qinghai Lake is amazing. He said that when he stood there, he had a very clear idea in his mind, as if the wind blowing from Qinghai Lake had smoothed him out. Let him be sensible, sober and grateful, and he even understood the purpose of coming to this world at once. Everyone came to this world with a unique mission, and only then did he know that he had one.

By the time he realized it clearly, he was already on his way back, just thinking about how to face his family in the car. I wonder if life can still happen miracles to him? He is not lamenting that the end of life is coming, but blaming himself for waking up too late. He sat opposite me, with countless words in his deep eyes. Fortunately, I can hear his story.

Prying open his mouth, we talked openly about childhood, high school and college in the smoking room. There seem to be many topics between us, including school, childhood and so on. We are fellow villagers, who met thousands of miles away. He has his story and I have my beer. Finally, I got his story, and he got my wine.

When I sighed for a long time and complained about my life, I suddenly received his comfort when my life was counting down. He even advised me that all the roads and troubles in the world are just to meet the best self.

He is still holding the can tightly in his hand, and the can bottle is very wrinkled. We all forgot the existence of time. Time didn't stop, but we were forgotten. I am listening to his story, and he is listening to mine. We are all listeners and we are also lecturers.

We went back to our seats and just looked at each other and smiled. He didn't say anything, perhaps because he didn't want others to know his story! When I was looking for something to fill my stomach in my bag, I found several bottles of beer. I took one and handed it to him. He took the beer, toasted me, smiled and said to me, "One story and two bottles of wine, there is no turning back in life." When he said this, I was shocked because he knew what was coming to him next, but I should be more free and easy than him, but why should I complain that life is unfair to me? This is a joke, this is a joke that I come to satirize and laugh at.

The train has an end, and so does our life. In the case of fixed length, only by making life better can we live up to this life.

We are not wandering, but looking for the real you and living your own life. Giving you a solid hug in a dream is not illusory, but a proof of your existence.