Strangers in the city are the blind boxes that the world gives you

The journey of life is always full of unknowns, and strangers who have never known each other may bring you warmth. What kind of connections have you had with strangers in a vast city? What kind of traces will a short intersection leave over the long years? After reading the following answers, you may suddenly remember the moment that was warmed by him or her many years ago...

Heart-to-heart couples

◎Silk flowers

In the summer of 2015, my husband temporarily wanted to go to Lhasa. Too late to make a strategy, the family of three boarded the plane transiting in Lhasa. At an inn in Lhasa, I met the couple.

If you want to make a synopsis of the next story, it is probably: "The post-85 boy, in order to fulfill the wish of his sick girlfriend, used a car (tricycle), a dog, and a wheelchair to pull his girlfriend to complete a 'tour around China' heart journey. ”

To expand on this, the girl with "penguin disease" (hereditary cerebellar ataxia) is the boy's elementary school classmate. The torrent of years "met" again, many years later. The boy accidentally added the girl's QQ and found that her signature (talk) was: "I am not afraid of death, I am worried about my friends, I am dead, what do you do?" ”

As we all know, "penguin disease" is a rare genetic disease, once the onset of the body will slowly get out of control, until it dies. The girl's mother has died of this illness, her father has passed away, and now the girl can be said to be "alone". After learning all this, the boy made a seemingly impulsive move, he took the girl to his home and wanted to take care of her personally. The crush of youth, and the future of the day and night, love sprouted in the hearts of the two young people. At this time, the girl said the wish that had been buried in her heart for many years: "She yearns for the beautiful world under Sanmao's pen, and she wants to see the great rivers and mountains of the motherland in her lifetime." ”

So, on New Year's Day in 2015, with a small amount of money, the boys and girls began their "heart journey". Stop and go, stop and work when you have no money, and then start again when you have saved a little money. Half a year later, they arrived in Lhasa, the girl's dream. Then, in the square of the Potala Palace, the boy proposed to the girl with a Kelsang flower in his hand...

At that inn, I witnessed the couple's daily life (getting along) with my own eyes. The pain of illness, the hardships of caring for the sick, to be honest, I may not be able to say anything other than admiration. Of course, the story doesn't end there. Later, through Weibo, I learned that they were on CCTV's "readers", filmed a TV series based on their stories, gave birth to a healthy baby after several twists and turns, and ran an inn in Litang... At a time when the girls increasingly felt that they were "dying", they also made a major decision to "donate bodies and organs".

Some people have questioned their "show", while others have felt that boys are "not worth it". At this moment, I can only borrow a sentence on the boy's Weibo to answer this question: "Lai Xiaomin is a small sun that illuminates me..."

If it weren't for that improvised trip, the couple would have been unrelated strangers to me. However, after the fate of one side, their stories still warmly touch me. What is love? I suddenly remembered a sentence from Haruki Murakami: "You are not my choice to weigh the pros and cons, but the determination of me to know that I can't do it after I am moved." ”

Hopefully we'll never see each other again

◎Light light blue

6 hours after the operating room came out, I was finally able to sit up. The first sentence of the question turned out to be: That person, did the operation come out?

Mom knew the man and said to go to her room to see. A few minutes later, Mom came back and unexpectedly told me that the man was not in bed 52! Asked the person in the ward and said he didn't know. Asked the nurse and said that only if you know the name can you look it up.

The man, I don't know her name, we can't even say "know", we've only said three words.

The first time we met was at the nurse's desk to go through the hospitalization procedures. It was not yet 8 o'clock that day, apparently we had gone too early and the nurse had us wait. She looked at me, smiled and said to me, "It looks like we're all acute." I sipped my lips and nodded. Because I was going to have surgery, I had a heavy heart and couldn't laugh.

She was much younger than me, probably in her thirties. The face is rosy, the long curly hair is a little messy, there are a few acne on the face, it is not good-looking, but the smile is bright.

We had to sit on the benches and wait. She was talking to her husband, and she told him to go to breakfast, and when he didn't, she pushed him up, and the two giggled.

More people came to the hospital. The nurse called out names and opened several lists for us to do various pre-operative examinations. At the door of the B ultrasound room, I met her again, and in a hurry, we did not forget to look at each other and smile.

Later, it was the two of us who completed all the examinations as quickly as possible, and the attending doctor simply gave us a preoperative conversation first. After informing us of the accidents and risks of various surgeries, the doctor asked us to sign them.

Before I put down the pen, I paused, looked up at her, seemed to have a sharp mind, and she also looked up at me, and we nodded silently, as if silently encouraging each other.

When arranging the beds, I begged the head nurse to give me a double room. She blurted out, "Just give us the same room." ”

I was stunned. She turned to me and asked, "Is it okay?" I nodded, "Of course you can." The head nurse smiled and said, "How is that possible?" There are very few empty double rooms. "Subsequently, I was assigned 36 beds, she was 52 beds. We went back to the room with our respective sick suits, and we didn't see each other since.

Is her surgery done? Did the surgery go well? Is the post-operative condition okay? Did she cry her nose like I did? There was a barrage of questions I wanted to ask her, but I didn't know where she was.

Mom walked in and out, and finally one time she excitedly said, "I found her!" I went to look for it ward by ward, and she had just come out of the operating room and the anesthesia had woken up. The operation was a success! ”

I was suddenly relieved. Early the next morning, I was lying in bed. She walked in with a grin, a down jacket on the outside of her hospital gown.

I exclaimed, "How did you get up!" ”

She said: "I had my infusion last night, it was already 12 o'clock, and I don't think I can come to see you so late. Can you get out of bed? Let's walk down the hallway together if we can! ”

Her smile is like a spring breeze.

Later we saw each other twice. I told her to rest when she got back, and she nodded vigorously. Then I just left without saying goodbye to her. I don't want us to see each other again, especially in the hospital.

Two years later, I still think of her from time to time. Wondering if her wound still hurts? Want to know if everything is okay after her review? Want to know if her smile is still bright?

Everyone has a lot of different friends. Mom has her "dance buddy", Dad has his "Ma Friend", I have "Wen You", "Rice Friend", "Regent Friend"... There are some words that can only be talked about between people of the same kind; there are many, many feelings that can only be understood between people of the same kind, and that is the "interval code" that belongs only to them.

Pack a romance and take it home

◎ Yuumi is a baby raccoon

Coordinates beijing, studying in college dormitories downstairs.

Today, a small friend in the school group sent a photo, which is the small garden downstairs of the school dormitory, and there is a pink laundry bucket against the wall, which contains many flowers. Each flower is simply wrapped, and the head part of the flower is also covered with a protective bag.

There was also a piece of cardboard on the side of the bucket, which felt like it had been cut out of a box left over from a courier. On the cardboard is written with an oily pen such a paragraph.

Dear students: Hello! Yesterday was my birthday and a friend sent some flowers. But since I am too clumsy to take care of them, please take them to a better life with friends who like them. My friend told me that the flower language is "If you like me too, then let's be friends." I wish you all a happy day. In the current epidemic, we must also maintain romance. While spring is still here, pack a romance and take it home!

At the end, a lot of caution is drawn.

A small friend in the group replied that he took a few flowers and brought them back to the dormitory to raise them, but he didn't know who the girl was, so he took a photo and posted it in the group, and wished her a happy birthday by the way.

There were 500 people in the group, and we felt that the romantic girl might be in the group, so we wished her a happy birthday. I don't know her, but I also wish her a happy birthday in the group.

It's a romantic strange girl.

Like spring and flowers, like April days on earth.

Who says bad youth will go for tattoos

◎Summer flowers

He came back from Beijing that year with a large bag on his back, a large bag of food hanging from his arm, and two large 24-inch suitcases in his hands. When you arrive at the train station, the elevator at the exit of the station does not know whether it is broken or saves electricity, in short, the long and steep steps can only be climbed step by step by yourself.

I tried to avoid the crowd, took a deep breath, stood at the top of the ladder with two large boxes, and began to stop one step on the left, and then another stop on the right side, moving up little by little. However, after climbing ten or so steps, I was already tired and out of breath.

I stood cross-legged on the steps panting, at this time reaching out a hand from the side, grasping the handle of one of the boxes, and "ooping" stepped on the ladder and went up. I looked over from the side, a completely unfamiliar face, flat, expressionless, the middle finger of the hand carrying the box wearing a yellow ring, and the tattoo pattern was faintly visible on the wrist. The box that was taken away was the old clothes of the daughter of a colleague studying in Beijing, and the colleague repeatedly stressed that it was not a valuable thing, but the entrusted matter of the person, all the way to the long bumps and bumps, there was no trouble, this to the door to the door to lose, how to give the colleagues an account? I gritted my teeth and dragged another large suitcase to follow the stranger. The stranger climbed a few steps, stopped casually, and did not look back. When I was about to approach him, he proudly leaned his head back and continued to climb, and so on. When I was only about a dozen steps away from the entrance of the ladder, the stranger threw the box at the entrance of the ladder, put his hands in the pockets of his jeans, and walked away without looking back.

Since then, I have stopped obsessing over the little prejudice that bad young people get tattoos and upstarts like gold. Society is so diverse, traditional and modern, mainstream and non-mainstream, breaking the limitations of cognition, through the appearance to perceive the sincerity and goodwill of human nature, the original world has never lacked purity and beauty.

This adult beauty, I love

◎Orange

Our community has a new crown nucleic acid positive personnel close contact, the community is sealed, three days two ends to do nucleic acid testing. The community was unsealed, I went downstairs early, the cloves downstairs opened, blooming vigorously, full of aroma, the sky is so blue, the clouds are so white, how did spring come in the blink of an eye?

Out of the gate of the community, a little brother rode an electric car like the wind, "Ah" a sound came over, to my side, stopped, one foot on the ground, enthusiastic like the lilac of spring: beauty, come and come, download an App, buy vegetables, fresh, two hours to home.

The old face was hot, sealed at home for 14 days, and the woman who was more than half a hundred years old became a beautiful woman.

At the subway entrance, a handsome boy with a sunny hand held a rose and blocked my way: "Sister, Happy Labor Day!" ”

I instinctively dodged a bit, nasty! Must be selling products.

The boy persevered: "I work by myself to earn, earn my own money to eat well, the spring breeze is ten miles, not as independent as women - sister, see that you are an independent woman, please accept my blessings, but also please bless me, catch up with the girl I like - I want to accumulate enough 99 blessings to send to her, after May Day, I will go to confess ..."

This adult beauty, I like, I accepted the rose, wrote the blessing, and hummed the little song of the jasmine all the way to work.

On the canal side of the subway mouth, a girl hurriedly walked, talking with the other end of the phone about how to correct yesterday's copywriting, with shiny beads of sweat on her brow, long hair undulating in the wind, and the spring wind kissed her face and kissed my face. Tongzhou's lilacs and thousands of leaves and peach blossoms bloom on both sides of the road, we are not a flower or grass in the world, when winter comes, we hide and accumulate strength; when spring comes, we try our best to blossom, sprout, and green the banks of the canal.

When I got to the office, I put the flowers in a glass bottle, and when I was tired, I looked at the spring colors.

The sushi shop owner wants to refund the money

◎ Zhuang Qiong

A few days ago, a stranger with a note "×× sushi restaurant owner" added me to WeChat.

I thought it was propaganda and sales, but I didn't expect that the boss said that he would refund me the money. Due to the impact of the epidemic, sushi restaurants are closing their doors. He came to my phone and returned me the unpaid money on the card.

In the shopping mall near my home, before the outbreak occurred, I entered a sushi restaurant, and there was a full reduction in activities on the opening day, and I charged 500 yuan. I went to eat with my child once, but I didn't eat it again, and I basically forgot about it. On April 12, my city had just picked up a star, and everyone was busy resuming work and production, but the owner of the sushi restaurant was busy returning money.

In fact, if the store can't continue to operate, the boss leaves silently, I also complain about no door, and finally it is not resolved. On that day, looking at the returned 158 yuan, it felt like a benefit from heaven. I was suddenly overwhelmed, I didn't know his name, I didn't know his gender, he was just a small trader, but he was so honest with his guests. YiShu said: "There is no need to be disappointed in the whole world, within a hundred steps, there will be herbs." ”

At the cancer hospital, the nose suddenly bled

◎Small noodles

In the cancer hospital, the patients are silent, and most of them are accompanied by family members. Rarely see people crying, crying is a manifestation of willfulness, in the face of disease, with whom willful?

But I was still wayward, looking for a corner of the stairs, sitting down, with my arms crossed, my head buried in and crying. But I quickly lifted my head—my nose was bleeding. Those days were probably too sad, as long as I cried, my nose would bleed and I would bleed and I would burst into tears. I took out a small pack of tissues from my bag, and when the pack ran out, the nasal cavity and mouth still had large chunks of blood that could not be cleaned.

Not far away, a figure came to me, and I instinctively went to hide, but he came straight to me, what was he going to do? Do you want to sell hospitals, sell medical supplies, or look at me? He called out to auntie, his voice childish, and I nodded. He took a large pack of tissues out of his bag, tore it open, and handed it over. I don't pick up, who knows what's in this tissue? Will I faint when I use it? And then he grabbed my bag?

He simply sat down next to me: "Auntie, don't be sad. I'm only 19 years old, but I've been suffering from nasopharyngeal cancer for two years. I looked at him in disbelief, and he continued, "Auntie, I see you as old as my mother." My family is from Yunnan, and I have been away from home for a long time. Listening to his self-talking tone, I took the tissue, and half of the paper towel was used up, and the blood finally stopped.

"Auntie, my classmates are all in college, and I can't go to school." I came to Beijing and lived in a relative's house, but most of the time I had to come by myself..."

He stood up and carried his backpack with a lot of CT films stuck in it. I wanted to say thank you, I wanted to comfort him, I wanted to give him some money, and for a moment there were too many thoughts, and they rushed out, but none of them came out, and I watched him walk into the sunset.

That figure, that tone soldering iron, burned in my heart. I often thought that if I had the opportunity to meet him again, I would rush forward and shout: Child...

You see, there can actually be such a life

◎Shallow

Last spring, I suddenly went crazy and wanted to buy a house. What does it look like to go crazy? There is a saying: If God wants to destroy him, he must first make him crazy. First of all, he looked around in his own small town, then went to the provincial city, and even drove a hundred miles to the small city west of the provincial city to investigate. But almost every time, the resistance to the last step is: no money.

Extremely depressed, with a sense of failure abandoned by the world. At night, he and Lao Ge walked in the community, under the light of a house on the first floor, a pair of old people, their hair was gray, one holding a book, reading quietly under the light.

The layout of the apartments in our community is similar, one facing the north, connected to an equipment platform, the original design, is to be used as a study. There is also a small sofa on the platform, which is just in line with the flowers and trees outside the window.

I especially like to see the home pictures of other people's homes, I think that in the staggered arrangement of a pot and a shelf, there will be a surging breath of life coming out, sometimes watching Japanese and Korean dramas, even if the plot is very bad, but if the background props are good, it can also attract me to watch. At this moment, there is calligraphy hanging on the wall, books piled up under the lights, a glass partition revealing the shadow of the living room and dining room, the casual, indifferent breath, as if to tell me, you see, in fact, there can be such a life.

At the end of March and the beginning of April, the cherry blossoms, pear blossoms, and purple leaves in the community are all blooming and thanking, and the camphor is also changing leaves, emitting a grand spring smell.

This window in the dark night is like a painting in the background of the night.

Quietly pulled out his mobile phone and took a picture of the painting.