Dream Guide

Yao Jingjing has no idea about gray matter fibrosis in the brain, but she knows very well what leukemia is and has a deep fear of it. So she decided to have a bone marrow transplant first, and as for the brain lesions, she would find a way to treat them after the operation was over. She secretly told her father about this matter, and he also had the same opinion.

The question now is, where will she get a million?

Yao's mother has been diagnosed with leukemia for a long time. She has been to hospitals in Chuncheng and Yangcheng successively, spending more than 200,000 yuan each time. Although Yao Jingjing's salary is not low, she works short hours and doesn't have much savings. Her father originally had a decent job, but after her mother became ill, she basically semi-retired at home.

Cuanzhou is known as the second largest city in Yunnan Province, but in the country, it is not even ranked as a third-tier city. More than 200,000 yuan is already a lot of money for ordinary people living here. Yao Jingjing's family's savings have long been used up, and she has borrowed a lot of money from relatives and friends.

Yao Jingjing plans to go back to the company tomorrow and apply to the company. She should be able to advance some wages and bonuses in advance, and then ask her colleagues to borrow some. Together with her classmates and friends in Cuanzhou, she can probably collect a dozen or two hundred thousand. But this number is still far from enough. Even if you include the part that can be reimbursed by medical insurance, it is still not enough. If it doesn't work, you can only sell the house secretly behind your mother's back. But housing prices in Cuanzhou are not high, and their old house is only worth five or six hundred thousand.

When it was almost noon, Yao's mother urged Yao Jingjing to go on a blind date, saying that she worked in a bank and how good the conditions were. Yao Jingjing smiled and said, "Mom, you really want to sell me, right?"

Mother Yao said anxiously: "What are you talking about? I'm not doing it for your own good! Also, please don't mention my illness to others. Who wants to expose my mother-in-law to leukemia?" !”

Yao Jingjing said: "Mom, it turns out you don't know this person!"

Yao's mother said: "I have already introduced everyone to you, but you don't like her! Your Aunt Zhao introduced her to her. She has a broad network and knows many people."

Yao Jingjing shook her head and said, "She is not reliable!"

Yao's mother said, "Oh, why don't you go and take a look first? If it doesn't look right, come back and see if it's okay."

Yao Jingjing couldn't resist her mother, so she went to a cafe in the south of the city according to the agreed meeting address.

The cafe is not big, but has a great atmosphere. It is located on an old street in the south of the city. There are green bricks and gray tiles everywhere, and lush old trees block most of the sunlight and bring some shade to the street.

Because of her instinctive resistance to blind dates, Yao Jingjing deliberately walked a little slower when she arrived, hoping to leave a bad impression on others by being late. If it fails because of this, she can go back and give her mother an explanation. This time, she is looked down upon.

But when she entered the cafe and looked around, she realized that the man who was supposed to be waiting for her was not there. Yao Jingjing smiled to herself, thinking that she was late, but she didn't expect that someone was later than him.

They can’t all have the same idea! Yao Jingjing thought so.

After ordering a cup of coffee, she found a corner by the window and sat down, immersed in the laziness of old jazz music. For some reason, Yao Jingjing suddenly thought of the guy in Chuncheng who looked lazy no matter what he did.

There were few pedestrians on the old street outside the window. A figure passed by the alley in the distance. Yao Jingjing happened to glance over there and saw the man's back in a windbreaker, with his back slightly hunched and his hands in his trouser pockets, looking lazy. With a proud look, he ducked into the alley in just a flash.

Yao Jingjing stood up from the chair and subconsciously wanted to chase her out. Her belly hit the table, the cups on the table clattered, and the coffee splashed on her skirt.

But she didn't realize it, and her heart kept beating. After a while, she slowly sat back and rubbed her temples.

I must have seen it wrong, this is Cuanzhou, how could it be him!

I said I didn’t want to think about it anymore, why did I think about it again? Yao Jingjing almost despised herself.

…

In an alley at the entrance of the old street, a few gangster-looking people gathered together. One of them was a tall, thin man wearing a sunhat and only had two fingers on his right hand.

"Brother Eight Fingers, can't we get in? Are we just going to wait?"

"That's right, it's extremely hot today! Now that we've finished everything, we can go play mahjong."

Several gangsters couldn't bear the scorching heat and started urging them.

Tang Bazhi's eyes were sharp, and he raised his right hand to signal them not to make any noise.

Tang Bazhi actually only has seven fingers. Since his right hand only has the thumb and index finger, whenever he stretches out his hand, it seems to express the meaning of "eight", so there is "eight" in the world. Refers to such a mixed number.

Tang Bazhi's ruthlessness is famous in Cuanzhou. His three missing fingers were not caused by any accident, but were chopped off alive while gambling with someone in the casino. He didn't even blink when he cut off his fingers. He was only sixteen years old that year.

"Wait a little longer." Tang Bazhi looked at the time, "Wait another twenty minutes, if Mr. Ma doesn't call, we will withdraw."

"Brother Eight Fingers, why are you withdrawing? Didn't you say that if Master Ma doesn't call, we will be told to take care of this girl?"

Tang Bazhi said, "You're stupid! If Mr. Ma doesn't call, it means something happened to him. He's already in trouble, why are you helping him deal with the girl? Do you think the police are just for free?"

"Yes, yes, brother Bazhi just thinks too far. It's a pity. I heard that this girl is a flight attendant. I really want to do it once. If there is a fan in jail, it's worth the jail time!"

"Fuck you!" Tang Bazhi hit the lusty guy on the head with his eight fingers. "There are many women! Well..." He glanced in the direction of the cafe. , "Damn it, wait until the limelight is over before you think of a way, sooner or later you will get it on the brothers' bed!"

Tang Bazhi waited for a while, saw that the time was almost up, and said, "Withdraw!"

As soon as they turned around, they saw a man standing in the middle of the alley. The man's hair was as messy as a chicken coop, and it stood on end as if it had been blown by the wind after driving through a car. He was wearing an old gray windbreaker, a pair of ripped jeans with bell-bottoms that were not like flared pants and nine-point pants, but not like nine-point pants. He had a pair of zippers at his feet, his hands were in his trouser pockets, and his back was slightly hunched. , looking lazily all over, looking at them with a smile but not a smile.

Tang Bazhi was stunned for a moment, cursed: "Fuck, you're crazy!" and walked around that person. The gangsters under him were also swearing and passing by from both sides.

They had just walked a few steps when they suddenly heard the man behind them say: "Ma Fuqing is dead."

Tang Bazhi was startled, turned around hurriedly, and asked in surprise: "What did you say?"

"Ma Fuqing is dead, and he asked you to accompany him." Aoki turned around slowly, put his hands in his trouser pockets, and walked towards them lazily.

The pull-up board stepped on the bluestone slab and made a clear, tapping sound that echoed in the long alley. Tang Bazhi saw that the light at the entrance of the alley behind Aoki was getting brighter and brighter, while Aoki's figure against the light was getting darker and darker.

The long and narrow alley gradually became dark, and the light in front became more dazzling. Tang Bazhi found himself standing in a tunnel.

Accompanied by the long whistle and rumble of the whistle, a high-speed train rushed out of the bright light like a giant beast traveling through time and space, and crashed into the entrance of the tunnel.

Tang Bazhi stood there motionless, watching helplessly as the train hit him.