I feel close to my dream and love my dream.


    Because the dream is you.


    In October and a half, in his fifth month in France, aheng is doing a research report on the microbiological evaluation of AIDS transmission routes.


    Leading her doctor, Edward, a blonde man from the United States, said to her, "if this topic were to be changed to moral observation of AIDS transmission route, would it be more alerting to stupid human beings? Medicine is sometimes the best substitute for changing the subject. "


    Ah Heng thought for a moment and said, "it has nothing to do with me and you. You know we''re doctors. We don''t have to swear to Nightingale, but I have to live up to the money my country gave me for further education. My motherland needs more good doctors. Moral research is a difficult problem that sociologists contribute to the upper class, and it has nothing to do with me. "


    Edward shrugged and scoffed, "Winnie, is that what your country taught you about being so short-sighted? Or are you poor enough to think of deeper problems? "


    Aheng pursed his lips and said with a faint smile: "the poor also have their way of living. Never use the wealth of one country to poke the backbone of another country. In particular, you are facing a Chinese woman with so many compatriots."


    Edward laughed and put his lips to aheng''s ear: "it''s been a long time since the institute came to be such an interesting Chinese. I wish you more happiness in the coming days."


    Although the Medical Research Institute of ah Heng''s was invested and built by the French government in name, a long time ago, after opening up to invite countries to send medical talents, it was already the world of the Americans.


    With strong capital injection, transportation of advanced equipment and cutting-edge talents, Americans easily occupy the main seats of various project research.


    Ah Heng and her other four classmates are just regarded as Chinese, that''s all.


    Aheng followed Edward and studied the most advanced diseases in the world. There are ten people in this group, four from Europe, five Americans and ahem.


    On the whole, apart from Edward, the head of a wealthy family in the United States, other people are fairly easy to get along with.


    These people like to write papers, and when their research projects have made some achievements, they rush to publish them in European academic journals. The main thing is that although they are for their own country, they are more concerned about their own development.


    Ah Heng can''t do it. Mainly, her French and English are still in a powerful circle of complaints about spelling mistakes and looking up dictionaries.


    Ah Heng lives in the twelfth District, one of the twenty districts of Paris, on the right bank of the Seine River.


    It''s not a matter of careful selection, but after daily expenses, there is very little left of 300 euro, so we can only rent a simple and humid room in some old residential areas of 12 districts.


    At that time, her grandfather said to her, "ah Heng, you are already an adult, and you should be responsible for your own behavior. In order to violate your father''s will, I gave you the last chip in your hand, and you and Yan Xi have to accept punishment from this moment on, and learn how to be a poor couple. "


    Ah Heng kept silent to his grandfather''s words because she didn''t know how much ridicule he had on her and Yanxi. Wen Heng and Yan Xi, without the protection of the Wen family and the Yan family, have been fighting grass and tasting flowers for many years. Now, they are indifferent to each other. Ah, no, it is worse than fart.


    As for Yan Xi, he did not want to mention Yan Xi.


    There is a small cafe at the exit of alleyway where aheng lives. It is clean and warm. She often took her landlady''s son, Izu, to read books there. She read her medical books, and she read Sherlock Holmes.


    Most often, a cup of coffee for her and a small piece of cream cake for ESU can take the whole afternoon.


    ESU often took her to the river to pick up stones, brown, white, oval, with many edges, many, many.


    Every day, boatman carries tourists from all over the world. Different languages, loud and exotic songs and dances, and the sound of the radio that pricks the sound of cheering are surprisingly pleasant.


    She holds the hand of Esu, remembering the smile many years ago, which is also the treasure and gentle treatment of small life.


    Izu is a child with depression. She is poor at home and often needs help from the government. He did not like to talk, thin and small, but he liked to laugh in her arms.


    "Winnie, you are my Watson. I''ll give you a gift." He took out a straw made ring, rough and huge.


    Ah Heng smilingly put it on his thumb and said, "OK, when you grow up."


    ESU rubs her eyebrows. "Winnie, don''t wrinkle. It''s worse than Mrs. Pang''s wrinkles."


    Mrs. Pang was a big neighbor and a devout Christian. She was mentally abnormal. She didn''t like Izu. She often threw stones at the child as he passed by, calling him ominous.


    Yisu did not tell her parents that aheng had seen it and stopped it many times.


    Aheng gently held ESU in his arms, and she said, "baby, do you know what is the cruelest thing in the world?"


    ESU shook her head and lowered her head, trying to reduce the size of the ring.Ah Heng laughs: "I don''t know."


    With her head askew, blue eyes, big and beautiful, she said, "I don''t know what?"


    Holding his little hand, aheng pointed to the golden sunset extending along the long Seine River and said, "I don''t know if the sun will rise after setting; if the cheese bread will be broken tomorrow; if I walk around the earth, what will happen; if I will have the courage to continue."


    Yisu smiles: "continue to shout" Yan Xi "


    He learned two Chinese characters that aheng often said, and his pronunciation was childish and tongue twisty.


    "Yan Xi, does this represent" hello "in Chinese


    "No, goodbye."


    Aheng bought a second-hand bicycle, 30 euro, which was very expensive. Without the bell, it was creaky and rickety. It saves a lot of time to go to the subway station before going to work.


    Ah Heng and that strange man met, it is really a very unexpected situation, we have to start from the beginning.


    Although different from London, but also after the industrial revolution in Paris, the morning situation is no better than London. In addition, Paris has a dog in hand. No matter how valuable the breed is, the lump still remains the same. They''re cocky, and Parisians have a pretty good chance of winning the prize when they walk.


    Aheng got up at seven o''clock in the morning, not only to watch the fog, but also to avoid dog excrement, riding a bicycle requires high technical content.


    That day was the end of October. Ah Heng didn''t have any telepathy before he went to bed. When he woke up, he didn''t feel that he was not suitable to travel on the calendar. He was confused and rode his bicycle across the alley.


    It was so foggy that I couldn''t see anything clearly.


    Just after walking the alley, a pile of dog poop stopped the road.


    Ah Heng turned the head of the car, and some of them were glad that they didn''t bump into dog excrement, but turned around and hit a big living man like a wooden pile.


    Ah Heng''s front handlebar was bumped askew by him. With her eyebrows jumping straight, she threw her bicycle away and went to the man. She said a series of French, and the grammar was reversed: "are you ok?"


    Unable to understand, the man waved his hand, struggled twice, and stood up against the wall.


    Black hair, mouth with a thick Hawthorn son, cheek concave down, eye socket green black, just a side face. Body shape, especially legs, is too thin to see meat.


    This is still a People?


    Where did the refugees come from?


    The skin of his hand was bruised, and the adhesion of his hand was only blue veins and a layer of skin.


    Ah Heng handed over a handkerchief and looked at him quietly with black eyes.


    He took the handkerchief and smelled the faint rosin, but his fingers were stiff.


    "Turn around," she said in the fog


    It''s quiet, soft and glutinous in Chinese.


    The man moved the corners of his lips, hesitated for a long time, but after all, he squatted on the ground, blocking his face.


    Ah Heng turns around, holds the handlebar and leaves.


    Dayi said: "he escaped eight times and finally escaped, do you know?"


    Ah Heng said, "I know."


    "Oh, it''s great that you saw him."


    "No, I didn''t see him."


    "No way. I sent him to the airport with Sun Peng according to the address you gave me. This time, Lu Liu was greatly injured by Sun Peng, and he couldn''t breathe for at least five years. No one will trouble you again. "


    Ah Heng hung up.


    Izu ran to her side: "Winnie, there is a strange man in the alley. He is very thin and ugly." He said, "Winnie, it''s only autumn, and he''s wearing thick cotton padded pants. Do you think he''s a big thief on the run?"


    Aheng didn''t speak, turned to his face, rubbed his eyes with his wrist, and said with a smile, "maybe."


    She took Izu to have coffee, and the man in thick cotton padded trousers also asked for a cup of coffee. She sat in the corner and did not speak. She took ESU to pick up stones. The man, who was thin as a ghost, moved slowly, but stood far away and looked at them. She would ride her bicycle through the alley every day. No matter how early, there was always a light shining 。


    ESU helped his mother go to the market to buy bread. Mrs. Pang beat him with a broom and muttered the ominous Judas.


    The thin, ghostly man stopped her, his eyes wide, staring at Mrs Pang.


    Mrs Pang screamed "devil" and threw her broom into her rich room.


    ESU looked at him for a long time.


    The man laughed and said in Chinese, "aren''t you afraid of me?"


    ISU asked him, "are you a thief?"


    The man couldn''t understand him, so he laughed and groped his little head.


    As he left, ESU said, "Yanxi."


    He was expressing his kindness to the man, saying the Chinese language aheng had taught - goodbye.


    The man turned and looked at him.


    The child laughed and yelled, "Yanxi."Aheng received a phone call from afar, from Sun Peng. He said, "I sent Miss Wen a big gift. Why did she not accept it?"


    A Heng frowned: "Sun Peng, what happened?"


    Sun Peng replied with a smile: "he has not looked in the mirror for a long time, since the accident. Later, he fought against Lu Liu, never eating a grain of rice from him. Lu Liu forced him to inject nutrition needles many times. When he saw your letter, he escaped eight times, the first time he only went out of the door, the second time he went downstairs, and the third time he ran into the street Once, even walked to the airport. Every time, as long as he can take one more step, he never gives up. Why are you not glad that he is still alive? "


    Aheng but faint smile: "would rather be so hard, do not yield to the land flow. Face me, but still so Don''t you have the courage? "


    She said, "Sun Peng, I thank you. I''m as stupid as I am."


    Sun Peng said with a smile: "he is the most disgusting thing for me since I was a child. Seeing him off early doesn''t hinder me. It''s really bothering to have him. If you want to thank me, why don''t I see him again


    Ah Heng said, "what method did you use to defeat the land stream?"


    Sun Peng said: "Lu Liu''s heart is too big. He wants power, money and people''s heart. What if he is a genius? Too much distraction will hurt you. And since I was 18, the only thing I was prepared to do was beat him. He can''t be the opponent of a man with all his heart and soul, especially this man, who is equal to him. What''s more, there is tiredness. "


    Ah Heng has a headache. What evil spirits are these?


    She said, "you don''t even have a company. How can you beat Lu?"


    Sun Peng chuckled: "ah Heng, that was another battle. Just as you spent all your time making that fool fall in love with you, I was thinking, how to let him go


    Aheng put down the phone, she sat on the edge of the bed, a little sad.


    Through a ray of sunshine in the narrow house, it is as bright and hard as those times I loved.


    Suddenly, it turns out that those Ji guangpianyu, who once happened to her, and Sun Peng, who looked at her like a mirror, had worked so hard.


    She wanted to make Yanxi stronger, not relying on anyone, to come to her side.


    But he was afraid, afraid to see her.


    He did not dare to rely on his own feet to walk to her side, only because those who had suffered the scars.


    Someone gently pushed open the open door.


    The thin, gaunt man with big eyes.


    So hard, step by step, to her side.


    He knelt down in the corner of her bed, gently picked up her white fingers, warm lips, and kiss.


    He said, "ah Heng, I''m hungry."


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