Goddess’s Personal Doctor

I chatted with Qiu Yuqing for two hours along the way, and the mood of the haze eased a little after leaving Jiangcheng, and unknowingly leaned on the car and fell asleep.

When I woke up again, I was woken up by the bumpy mountain road. I opened my eyes and looked out the window.

"Where are you?" I sat up and asked, opening the car window, and the cool breeze suddenly made me refreshed.

"This is Da Cang Mountain. I followed Xuejun to his hometown for hunting a long time ago. In half an hour, I can reach his old house. I remember that there are almost 20 acres of mountains in front of his house, which were planted by Xuejun's parents. navel oranges!"

"Are they still planting now?"

"It should be planted. In fact, Xuejun's parents have pensions. They have no shortage of money to spend. They live in the countryside and want to be quiet. I remember that Xuejun's father is still very healthy!"

I nodded, lying on the car window and looking at the vast field of vision outside. At this time, the car was on the half-mountain road. The green field in the field was just sprouting, and it looked fresh among the withered green hills and fields. It recovered from last year's cold winter.

After walking on the bumpy mountain road for about 20 minutes, I completely woke up, and then the car really stopped when I was passing through a navel orange mountain.

Last year's winter fruits have not been picked yet, and we can vaguely see a lot of bright yellow navel oranges still on the branches. The birds were alerted by us and flew away from the branches and leaves.

"It's here!" Qiu Yuqing turned off the engine and opened the car door, then stood in the middle of the mountains and stretched as much as he liked, stretching out his toned body.

I followed Qiu Yuqing's footsteps for a few minutes, and suddenly Qiu Yuqing's footsteps stopped, looking at the white-haired old man not far away who was turning a piece of new soil with his **** and shouted: "Xie Bo... is it you?"

The white-haired old man stopped his hoe, suddenly turned his head to look at Qiu Yuqing, seemed to be stunned for a moment, then greeted with a smile: "Yuqing right? I remember your name, are you here?"

Qiu Yuqing looked at the old man over there, and she suddenly covered her mouth and trembled, her eyes flushed red in an instant, and she choked with tears: "You... how are you..."

"I'm getting old, right?" Xie Bo said with a wry smile. "Old age is inevitable when people get old. Why are you crying? It's not as good as my old man!"

While comforting Qiu Yuqing, Xie Bo lifted his **** on his shoulder and shouted towards a house down the **** not far away: "Old lady, Xuejun's comrade-in-arms is here, prepare dinner— "

Qiu Yuqing wiped her eyes vigorously, and walked over quickly to take the **** off Xie Bo's shoulder, but she couldn't resist Xie Bo's stubbornness!

"I can still carry it, I don't need the help of young people!" Xie Bo smiled, glanced at me and asked, "Is this your new teammate too?"

Only then did Qiu Yuqing stop and introduce: "This is our new team leader, Yang Yan... This is Xuejun's father, Xie Bo!"

I walked over and carefully looked at the old man's white hair and the deep wrinkles on his face, and thought to himself, is this what Qiu Yuqing said was a fairly healthy old man?

At this moment, I finally understand why Qiu Yuqing burst into tears.

The saddest thing in this world is to send black hair in white. What can make a person who is healthy and strong in one's impression suddenly grow old to this point, isn't it the indescribable pain of losing a child?

"Such a young team leader?" Xie Bo stared at me with a stern look in his eyes, then nodded and sighed, "Is Xuejun going out with you on the mission?"

I could not help but bend down and bow deeply towards the old man!

Xie Bo sighed, then carried his **** in front, and we followed behind. He did not walk in the direction of home, but walked dozens of meters to an open area in the navel orange garden, where there stood a new grave with a tombstone. The name of Xuejun is engraved on it, and there is a picture of him in a handsome and straight military uniform——

Looking at the tombstone, I took out a pack of cigarettes from my pocket, handed one to Xie Bo, lit one myself, and then took out three lit and placed them in front of the grave.

Xuejun doesn't smoke, but I still do.

The old man took a few sips with a cigarette in his hand, and his hands trembled violently. Then he squatted down and stared at the picture inlaid on the tombstone and said bitterly, "Will he be with you when he dies?"

I squatted beside him, followed him, looked directly at the photo on the tombstone, nodded and sighed: "Yes, we were together at the time, and we were surrounded by hundreds of people in a black hospital in Mexique. Give your life to protect me and rush out!"

The old man nodded, nodded calmly and said, "I know my own son. Although he is upright, he wouldn't be so stupid if he didn't think you were worthy of his death, so don't feel sorry. Life is like a traveller in the world—who can escape the word 'death'? He died well!"

He didn't cry, but I was blushing!

Where can a father say the phrase 'death deservedly' in front of his son's tombstone?

I suddenly remembered that stupid big man Xie Xuejun. It turns out that his 'stupidity' is inherited. It is true that death is inevitable.

I slowly knelt down and said bitterly, "I'm sorry for him, I'm younger than them, and I said I would come back alive, but I broke my promise..."

Xie Bo turned his head and glanced at me, and there was an unconcealed loneliness in his eyes: "When a person dies, nothing is meaningful, and he is here, we just assume that he can't speak, and we don't know. In a few years, his mother and I will go to accompany him, in fact... it's just a reunion in a different way!"

"He... has never been ashamed of anyone!" The old man's eyes finally became moist, his emotions finally fluctuated, and his lips trembled slightly, "A man has never been ashamed of anyone in his life, how can we blame him as parents? What? He's a good man!"

Qiu Yuqing was crying beside her, wiping away her tears.

The three of us stayed silent for a while in front of Xuejun's tombstone. The old man's hands were no longer cigarettes, and he was shaking even more. I wanted to pass another one, but he stood up with a long sigh and wiped his red Eye sockets, he stood up and picked up his **** and sighed: "Go back to eat, don't tell the old lady that we are here, she... can't help it!"

My nose is sore, and my eyes can't help but turn red!

Following the old man's slightly stooped back, he walked towards the old house down the slope. When he entered the small courtyard surrounded by bamboo fences, Qiu Yuqing saw that the old woman, who was also full of silver threads and hunchbacked, burst into tears again. He knelt down in front of Xuejun's mother and shouted, 'Auntie, I'm sorry for you'.

The old woman hurried to help Qiu Yuqing up, and while weeping, she muttered, "You didn't forget to learn the military, my old wife is very happy." Xie Bo couldn't hear these voices, and scolded the old woman: " I'm tired of crying and crying, hurry up and cook, people are hungry too!"

"We're not hungry..." Qiu Yuqing choked.

But Xuejun's mother listened to Xie Bo's words and returned to the stove to continue cooking.

The light inside the house was dim, and the sky outside was also darkened. My vision became blurred. I could not help but grit my teeth and walked outside the house, pulled out another cigarette, squatted in the yard and started smoking!

In the corner of the fence, a few old hens were pecking at their food. I grew up in the mountains. Looking at these old hens, I knew they were old hens that had been raised for at least a year. But I was reluctant to eat it, always thinking about killing the old hen for the children to eat once a year when the children go home...

"Xuejun..." I silently stared at the few old hens who escaped the disaster, and swore by biting my teeth tightly, "I haven't forgotten - revenge!"

The nights in the mountains are particularly cold. I grew up in the mountains myself, and I have long been used to seeing the miserable life in the mountains, but when I saw the rooms of two old people, I couldn’t help thinking, how should they survive this cold weather? Woolen cloth?

For this old couple, every day in the future from now on, there are no four seasons, only the cold winter, right?

It's said that men don't cry easily, but they don't have feelings for them.

I wiped the corners of my eyes and silently recalled many things. Since Xuejun died, he was able to go for it decisively. Since Xie Bo, who had white hair and black hair, was able to grit his teeth and face the bones buried in the green hills, my shoulders What is the pressure on it?

Life is full of grass and trees and autumn, how many people have no meaning to live in this world?

Qiu Yuqing asked me if I was tired of living like this?

Now I have thought of how to answer it - the world is really hard, but only when you are tired can you feel that you are alive at ease.

This is the life of that idiot in Xuejun!