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In the autumn of 2005, the streets in Beijing began to get cold, and there were not many pedestrians on the road. Occasionally, a few yellow leaves fall from the tree, and the green leaves on both sides of the road begin to mature. I like autumn in Beijing very much, and I like the color of autumn in Beijing.

Just when I was intoxicated with the beautiful autumn scenery by the roadside, I met such a family. A mother and her two daughters were sitting on the roadside begging. There are few pedestrians on the road, and occasionally pedestrians can be seen passing by their mother and two daughters. Above them is a big willow tree. From time to time, I can see a few yellow leaves falling from the sky in front of me. Approaching them, I saw the little girl in her mother's arms already asleep in her arms. The child is very young. Although the horn from the roadside bus was loud, the child slept comfortably in his mother's arms, as if the noise on the roadside had nothing to do with her. On the other side of the mother, there lies a little girl, many years older than the little girl in her mother's arms. There is a pot for begging in front, and several beverage bottles and boxes of fast food boxes in the back. My mother didn't respond to my arrival, but the little girl kept her eyes fixed on the camera in my hand. Looking at the little girl who kept staring at the camera in my hand, I found that her face was purple. So I asked the child's mother if the child was hungry because she didn't eat, or because she wore less clothes, but the child's mother told me that the child was ill. When I asked why I didn't take the time to take my child to the hospital, the child's mother told me helplessly that she had no money at home, so she had to come to Beijing to beg and asked for some money to help her treat the disease. These words of children's mothers surprised me, and it was because of these words that I came into their lives.

In fact, there were some reasons before I came into their lives. I once visited this family with some clothes and food. At this time, I often meet a middle-aged woman selling Turkish barbecue in a roadside shop. Middle-aged women told me that her family were all liars, and they would sit on the roadside begging during the day and stay in big hotels at night. She advised me not to help them. So with these questions, I met the male owner of this family, that is, the middle-aged man who was busy cleaning up the garbage, that is, the head of their family. The owner of this family is Yang Rucai, who is 3 1 year old this year. According to Yang Rucai, he has two daughters. The eldest daughter, Yang Dan, is seven years old. The youngest daughter, named Zhou Hua, just turned 1 year old this year. The mother and daughter begging by the roadside are his lover and two daughters. Their family comes from Xiaoyangtang Village, Xuelou West Team, Qi Lin Township Temple Brigade, Minquan County, Henan Province. Every day when it is getting dark, Yang Rucai will put down the work of sorting out waste products and rush to pick up his wife and children. The child on Yang Rucai's back is his eldest daughter Yang Dan, 7 years old, in Yang Dan. According to Yang Rucai, Yang Dan suffered from congenital heart disease since childhood. They came to Beijing because there was no money for medical treatment at home. At present, they can only save money by collecting waste products and begging, and prepare to operate on Yang Dan in the future. But now his situation in Yang Dan has deteriorated. Even if he walks, he will find it difficult to breathe, so he can only walk reluctantly with the help of his parents.

When I first walked into Yang Dan's house, I began to doubt what I saw. Autumn has passed, and the cold of winter is coming slowly. Seeing Yang Dan Jr. and his family sleeping on the floor like this, I began to worry that Yang Dan and her sister would freeze to death. At the same time, I began to doubt the authenticity of middle-aged women selling Turkish barbecue in roadside shops. Although I began to doubt it, I was still worried that what I saw was not the real scene, and maybe they would have other places. With this purpose, I began to verify whether they have been living in this place. Sometimes I guess that they will sneak into the hotel to rest at night. So unconsciously, I became Yang Dan's neighbor and Yang Dan became my good friend.

It's getting colder and colder, and sometimes Yang Dan will cry with cold. At this time, Yang Dan's father will hold Yang Dan's hand and slowly walk back and forth on the dirt road next to the railway. Yang Dan's father told me that it was a warm-up exercise. Yang Dan and her father walk slowly, because if they walk faster, Yang Dan's breathing will become short. Yang Dan's father told me sadly that Yang Dan's heart disease had reached its terminal stage. Unconsciously, I have been getting along with Yang Dan's family for some time. Seeing that I often take pictures of their family with a black camera, Yang Dan's mother asked me to take a family photo of their family. Yang Dan's mother once asked me if I was a reporter. I told Yang Dan's mother that I was not a reporter, but came to Beijing to look for a job. I haven't found a job recently, so I have to live with them for a while. When I said this, I felt my face was hot.

As the days passed, Yang Dan Jr.' s family life still followed a fixed pattern. Every morning, Yang Dan's father will carry Yang Dan to the place where his wife and daughter beg, and then Yang Dan's father will be busy picking up garbage everywhere. Wait until dark, and then take them back to their quarters. It becomes windy, and sometimes there is dust in the wind. Yang Dan's father told me that winter is really coming. Yang Dan Jr. is a quiet child. Only once did little Yang Dan tell me that she was cold. Looking at Yang Danhong's face with a runny nose, I can only put the quilt on Yang Dan. As the quilt was given to Yang Dan, I had to say goodbye to living with them.

I have lived with them for more than two months and found that I have matured a lot. Although I am often awakened from my dreams by the cold, I feel very happy compared with them. I often invite Yang Dan and her parents to eat in a roadside restaurant. At first, when they were eating in a roadside restaurant, Yang Dan's parents were afraid to enter the hotel door. They are worried that they will get dirty and the restaurant will not sell them food. Yang Dan's favorite dish is shredded pork with fish flavor. Every time I eat in a restaurant, Yang Dan is afraid to eat at first. Later, I learned that whenever there are many people in the restaurant, Yang Dan becomes very careful. Once, it was just me and her family in the restaurant. This time, Yang Dan ate a lot. The next day, Yang Dan's mother told me that maybe Yang Dan ate too much in the restaurant yesterday, and today he has a stomachache. Every time after dinner, Yang Dan and his family will pass by the train tracks. The train track was originally surrounded by steel wires. I don't know who made a small hole in the tightly surrounded steel wire. Originally, we could have bypassed the intersection ahead, but Yang Dan's father didn't want to walk more, so he went through the small hole in the wire. Every time Yang Dan's father lets go of Yang Dan, I can see the sweat on Yang Dan's father's forehead. Asked why, Yang Dan's mother told me that Yang Dan's father was in poor health, and he was always picky about food and didn't eat much when he was growing up.

Time quickly entered 165438+ October, 165438+ Beijing became very cold in October. However, in the cold winter, you can often see the clear sky. Whenever the sky is clear, I ask Yang Dan's mother to take out the quilt to dry, so that she can sleep more comfortably. Yang Dan's mother told me that I don't need to take it out to dry, because the sun can directly dry the quilt. Yang Dan's mother smiled happily when she said this. Every time I go out to raise money for Yang Dan's surgery, many times I really want to give up. Because I ran to many charities, but I didn't give me a definite answer in the end. I tried to put it down many times, and then I stopped seeing Yang Dan Jr. because I was afraid to look into Yang Dan's eyes. Once, I was drunk while eating with Yang Dan's family. After getting drunk, I told Yang Dan who was eating that I would cure her. However, after hitting a wall many times, I really didn't have the courage to visit Yang Dan Jr.

This begging jar was picked up by Yang Dan's father from the garbage. I heard Yang Dan's father tell me that when I first picked it up, there was a lot of paint in it, but it took a lot of effort to clean it up later. I feel sad every time I see an empty begging jar. Even many times, I wanted to stand by and beg to help Yang Dan raise money for surgery. Time seems to be a man of his word. No matter whether you are in a hurry or not, it will advance steadily and will not stop. Little Yang Dan's life is the same as when I first met them, as if nothing had changed. The only change is that one more person often comes to see her. I spent a lot of time with Yang Dan. It took more than two months from strangeness to familiarity. Yang Dan and her family now regard me as a member of their family. Whenever the bustling city is quiet, I will chat with my family in Yang Dan for a while. Every time we chat, Yang Dan will sit by and listen. When we laughed at some topics, Yang Dan Jr. still stared at us and didn't talk. However, Yang Dan's sister is much more lively than Yang Dan. From time to time, she would come up to me and call me uncle Zhang, and then she would hide in her mother's arms and secretly look at me.

The nearby McDonald's has been promoting sales, and I often receive promotional balloons inadvertently. Looking at the beautiful balloon, I can't bear to throw it away. The little balloon I didn't throw away naturally became Yang Dan's toy. Every time I give Yang Dan a balloon, Yang Dan holds it in her hand and gives it to her sister a few minutes later. The balloon in my sister's hand has become her treasure. Even when I just get up in the morning, I will hold it in my hand. Just when I got up this morning, Yang Dan's illness suddenly broke out. Poor little Yang Dan was shivering and had difficulty breathing. Just when Yang Dan was having the most difficulty breathing, he clearly uttered the words "Uncle Zhang saved me" from Yang Dan's mouth. Yang Dan struggled painfully in bed, and her parents didn't know what to do. Yang Dan's father bowed his head and said nothing, while Yang Dan's mother kept wiping her tears with an all-black towel. Yang Dan's sister looked at her trembling sister curiously. When I took the towel from Yang Dan's mother and tried to wipe the sweat off Yang Dan's face, I found that the water in the washbasin was useless. I asked Yang Dan's mother to get some more water to wipe Yang Dan's face. Yang Dan's mother told me that the water was picked up when it rained a few days ago, and now it has been used up. The next morning, I hurried to visit Yang Dan. To my delight, Yang Dan is much better now. Looking at my arrival, Yang Dan's sister leaned against her mother and smiled happily. Yang Dan didn't seem to notice my arrival. Yang Dan always likes to lean in her mother's arms and watch the train pass by them. Yang Dan's mother told me that Yang Dan has been clamoring to go home by train since Yang Dan was frequently ill recently. Yang Dan's mother told me to go home later, because the baby in her belly will be born soon. There is not much chance of rain in winter. If it doesn't rain for a long time, there will be a shortage of daily water in Yang Dan. Because she didn't wash her face for a long time, the dust on little Yang Dan's sister's face began to gather on her face. It's much warmer today. Yang Dan has ten cents change in her hand and asked me to take her to the hospital. Looking into Yang Dan's eager eyes, I don't know how to answer her request.

These days, I have been expecting a reply from a self-proclaimed philanthropist who gave a speech at the School of International Relations of Peking University. Because just a month ago, when I was passing by the campus of Peking University, I saw a red sign that said that the chairman of a famous clothing company in Hong Kong would come to Peking University to give a speech on his charitable life. When I saw the news, I almost fainted with joy. Now Yang Dan must be saved. After listening to his impassioned speech, I was the first to ask him to help Yang Dan. In front of a full audience, I made three deep bows to him. I shed tears when I bowed. When I bowed, I saw Yang Dan smiling at me. Then the chairman asked me to wait for his news. When I called a senior manager of the chairman for the fifth time at the hospital gate, I heard a voice asking me not to call him again. At this time, I was sitting in the corridor of the hospital in complete despair. In despair, I came to Yang Dan's home again. According to the news from the hospital, Yang Dan suffered from congenital heart disease. At present, the operation costs about 20 thousand yuan. I once asked the hospital to take me hostage. When I first operated on Yang Dan, I heard a burst of laughter in my ear.

It was so cold that some friends came to visit little Yang Dan with their donated clothes. Every time Yang Dan Jr. puts on new clothes, he tries to smile. Under my repeated persuasion, I asked Yang Dan's parents to take Yang Dan back to his hometown of Henan civil rights and wait for my news at home. Yang Dan's father pointed to a semi-new bicycle locked on the iron railing and told me that it was his only property in Beijing. It was given to him by an international student who came to China when he returned home. He thought about how to take his bike back to his hometown to ride.

On October 28th, 2005, at six o'clock in the morning, I rushed to the railway station to see Yang Dan and her family home. To go to Yang Dan's home, you should take the 1487 train to Zhengzhou, and the driving time is 7: 02 in the morning. Yang Dan's father told me that they had a rest in the waiting room of the railway station last night because it was much warmer inside than outside. Little Yang Dan on the train looks very happy. Although Yang Dan managed to smile, I could see that she was really happy. Yang Dan's mother told me with a smile that when Yang Dan heard that she was going home, she was glad that she didn't sleep well last night. When the train was about to leave, Yang Dan told me in a low voice that she would wait for me at home to treat her. When I said this, Yang Dan looked very serious. Looking at Yang Dan's purple face, I confidently promised to go to her house and take her to Beijing to see her. Hearing my words, Yang Dan shed tears in front of me for the first time. At 7: 02, the train leaves on time. Looking at the train slowly leaving me, I suddenly felt as if I had something to say to Yang Dan, but I didn't know what to say. Looking at the distant train, I stood alone on the platform of the railway station. I don't know how long it took.

I was running around when Yang Dan came home. The only thing that makes me happy is that a foundation has finally agreed to accept help. On February 23, 2005, I couldn't help being excited. I called Grandpa Yang Dan Jr. and informed Yang Dan Jr. to come to Beijing for surgery. But strangely, the other end of the phone was silent. After listening to my words, I was surprised to hear the news on the phone that Yang Dan Jr. died of a heart attack last night. Just as he was dying, he said that Uncle Zhang would definitely come to save her ... The departure of Yang Dan Jr. gave me a great blow. For several nights, like a deserter, I sneaked into the home where Yang Dan once lived. When I am drunk, I often hear that Uncle Zhang will come to save me.

On the second day of the first month of 2006, accompanied by my good friend Chen Jian, I came to Yang Dan's home. When I arrived at my home in Yang Dan, I learned that Yang Dan's mother gave birth to a boy during the Spring Festival. The grandmother lying in bed is Yang Dan Jr's grandmother. The next morning, I met Yang Dan's father. Yang Dan's father looks much thinner. When I took out the photos in my backpack and gave them to Yang Dan's father, Yang Dan's father carried his mother's back and closed his eyes tightly. Two lines of clear tears flowed out of his eyes.

In fact, I don't know why I came to Yang Dan's home again. Many times I really want to erase the name Yang Dan from my memory. Looking at the photo of Yang Dan in my bag, I wanted to burn it. But then Yang Dan's father called me and told me that he wanted some pictures of Yang Dan as a souvenir. When I met Yang Dan's mother, she was sitting in bed. According to local customs, just after giving birth to a child is called confinement. Seeing my arrival, Yang Dan's mother looked sad and kept silent. But Yang Dan's father didn't show the photo to Yang Dan's mother, for fear that she would be sad. Because Yang Dan's mother had just given birth, she had to live in an abandoned factory in Minquan County. It is more than 30 kilometers from Minquan County to Yang Dan's rural hometown. To save money, Yang Dan's father rode his bike back and forth in the heavy snow. Yang Dan's father told me that the bike he is riding now was brought back from Beijing. There is no other furniture in the room, and a coal stove is steaming. Yang Dan's father's hands may be cold from riding a bike on the road. He kept his hand on the coal stove to keep warm. The rice on the coal stove is ready and the porridge is eaten. When eating, there is no food. Yang Dan's father took out a canned bottle from under the bed, which was filled with brown sugar. Yang Dan's father dug two spoonfuls of brown sugar and put it in Yang Dan's mother's bowl. Yang Dan's mother is busy blowing hot rice cold, while Yang Dan's little sister is clamoring for dinner at the bedside. Yang Dan's father told me that his little daughter often asked where her sister had gone and why she had never seen her. Just as I left my parents in Yang Dan, Yang Dan's sister raised her little pink hand to say goodbye to me. Waving, my little sister still mumbled that Uncle Zhang had come to save her sister.

Just when I left Yang Dan's house, I came to the cemetery in Yang Dan, which was my last stop. Yang Dan's grave is very small. In front of Yang Dan's grave, there is a small tree with some branches. There is still some unmelted snow on Yang Dan's grave. Standing in front of Yang Dan's grave, my mind is a mess. I don't know what to think or what to think. In front of me is a small mound, and it is still a small mound. In a trance, I seem to see a little Yang Dan with a purple face saying to me, "Uncle Zhang will definitely come to save me."