NAN XUAN Swen is handsome, fang luosu is beautiful and confident. Although the couple did not eventually come together, it was really matched in the wedding.

I stood aside, watching the sweet kiss of the two of them, and twisting the cracker in my hand. With a "bang", pink and purple notes flew all over the sky in an instant, rendering the wedding scene even more dreamy and festive.

"Brother, have you thought about what kind of girlfriend you will find in the future?" The little girl was wearing a close-fitting body suit and doing warm-up exercises on the side.

It is rare to go back home during the New Year, because there are no relatives to go, and the daytime is too boring, so the little sister suggested that I should accompany her and said that she should practice dancing.

I was debugging the strings, and after hearing the words, I thought about it seriously, but my mind went blank.

"I didn't think about it much, what about you? You are seventeen, is anyone chasing you?"

"I don't look down on them." She snorted coldly, and said in a deliberately exaggerated tone, "Men will only affect my studies. I will be someone who wants to make a lot of money in the future. How can I be dragged down by them?"

Hearing her words, I felt both amusing and a little sad.

A few months ago, she suddenly called me crying, saying that she didn't want to learn dance or go to college, and wanted to go out to work. I knew what must have happened, and after asking patiently for a long time, she told me intermittently that it was because of a pair of shoes.

Mom bought her a new pair of dancing shoes, which are very beautiful and she likes them very much. She took the pair of shoes and happily went out to school in the morning. When she bent over to tie the shoelaces, she saw that the shoes her mother was wearing were not only washed yellow, but the glue on the soles also cracked.

My mother's shoes were like this, and she didn't even think about getting new ones, but she spent money to buy new dancing shoes for her. The strong contrast instantly broke her heart, making the brand-new dancing shoes in her hand feel like a red-hot soldering iron, and holding them felt a torment.

In the end, I persuaded her for a long time before I told her to give up the idea of ​​giving up her studies. After that, she redoubled her efforts and worked hard. Even my mother said that she seemed to be a different person and devoted herself to studying.

She seemed to have some energy, a force that she would never allow herself to embarrass my mother and me.

"Just be happy, we don't need you to make much money." I held down the strings and slowly started a tune.

The bow rubs against the strings, and the sound resonates through the cabinet, creating a unique bass.

"I don't, I have to let you live a good life." When the music started, the little sister also stood on tiptoe and danced gracefully.

"This road is the hardest to push. It's better for you to help me. I push for two minutes and have to rest for five minutes."

My mother's food stall was converted from a tricycle, with a canopy and a table board added, and the size is not small.

The night market is three or four kilometers away from my house. There is a slope on the only way to go. It is downhill when I go, very easy, and it is uphill when I come back. She can’t ride and has to push for a long time every time.

It's fine in winter, but in summer, you'll be covered in sweat when you push it, and you can even wring out water from your clothes.

"In the future... I will help you push every day..." My mother held the front of the car and I pushed my butt. There were hardly any pedestrians on the road after two in the morning. Occasionally, there would be cars passing by, and the headlights illuminated everyone's eyes. Can't open.

"You can go to school well for me when school starts. Who wants you to come every day. I'm working so hard to support you two brothers and sisters, so I'm asking you to come out with me?" She turned her head and glared at me.

I knew she wasn't really angry, so she wiped the sweat and said, "Then I'll push you every day during the holidays."

She heard the words and said nothing, turned her eyes back to the front, and continued to push the car up the hill.

After a long time, she sighed and said with some emotion: "Fortunately, there are you..."

Sweat dripped down her chin, and although she didn't finish her sentence, I could probably understand what she meant - fortunately there are you, otherwise I might not be able to last.

"One muscle, one face, all the best, farsighted, and lucky..."

Scrolling through the book and reading in the morning, eyes fell outside the window, but didn't see the person who was always there.

Why is it so late today?

He absentmindedly turned a page, turned another page, and when the morning reading was almost over, Ran Qingzhuang came late with a broom.

He shouted something in the direction of the back door, and after a while, the little black dog appeared wagging its whirlwind tail, and kept rubbing against Ran Qingzhuang's feet.

Ran Qingzhuang squatted down, inserted both hands into the puppy's armpits, and hugged it whole.

He laughed and talked to the puppy, and touched the puppy's wet nose with his nose. Looking at it from a distance, I unconsciously laughed.

At that time, I didn't understand what was in my heart, and what was flowing into my brain along the blood vessels. Now that I think about it, it should be "desire".

It has nothing to do with the flesh, and it has nothing to do with ambition, just a vague, obscure desire to be close, to be friends with him.

Ran Qingzhuang seemed to feel something, holding Little Black, and suddenly looked up at me.

Before I could look back, I was caught by him. There was no expression on his face, and he couldn't tell if he was angry at my peeping.

For a moment, my heart was like a drum, and I was about to look away. I saw him holding Little Black's paw and greeted me.

He seemed to think that I was watching the dog.

After saying hello, he did not have any other interaction with me. What should he do after that? He swept the floor symbolically twice, and walked away with the broom before the bell rang for the end of the morning reading.

Dazed, I woke up from dream after dream, still in darkness, but could hear a lot of noises.

"Can you hear me?" Doctor Xie's voice sounded.

My consciousness was still a little confused, and it took me a while to remember where I was.

"Um..." I tried to make a sound from my throat, "The operation... was it successful?"

"I have good news to tell you that we did an intraoperative pathological section and found that what you have is not a glioma, but an inflammatory pseudotumor." Dr. Xie said excitedly, "This inflammatory pseudotumor The imaging performance is very similar to glioma, and because it is very rare and the cause of the disease is unknown, it is easy to be misdiagnosed..."