◎Chapter 10 Gardenia blooms

The murderer lived on a quiet street lined with gardenias, whose white petals made the air nearby fragrant. At that time, he had a house where he and his heart rested for many years.

The entire boyhood passed by in a flash. Then, his parents died, he married a wife and had children, got married and divorced, and lived an ordinary life.

The vines in the courtyard were planted with his wife. After his divorce, he often looked at the vines in a daze. He sat and stood up in the shade of the trees, waiting for his son Sanzui to finish school. Under the corner of the courtyard

, the cabbage in winter is next to each other, and the watermelon in summer is next to each other, time is like flowing water, year after year. No matter it is snowing heavily or raining heavily, he has never thought of remarrying.

He spent most of his life in cars, and he drove all kinds of vehicles: motor tricycles, tractors, long-distance buses, sprinklers, large trucks with trailers, excavators, Santana sedans,

taxi……

He has only had one occupation: driver.

His fellow taxi colleagues call him Master Jian. Master Jian doesn't like to chat and likes to joke, such as patting others on the right shoulder from behind and standing on the left. He also has a hobby, which is to buy lottery tickets, but he has never won a big prize.

The life of a driver is very boring, so many drivers like to talk a lot. Taxi drivers are all educated people and they are well-informed. When they gather together to chat, they often say amazing words that shine with the light of truth, such as the following

This passage:

Driver A: "The universe? Oh, my testicles explode."

Driver B: "That's right."

Driver A: "The explosion of the testicles is the Big Bang. If the camera can live broadcast the entire process of the birth of the universe, magnify the TV picture countless times, and then multiply it countless times, first find the solar system, and then find the earth, and finally you will see yourself

Silly face."

Taxi drivers also like to talk about current affairs. Unlike ordinary citizens, they can often see through the essence of things. For example, a driver and a passenger talked about Taiwan relations like this.

Passenger: "There's going to be a war."

Driver: "If they want to bomb Taiwan, let them bomb it. If they want to kill the Japanese, let them do it. If you don't see it, the emperor will turn into dust, geese and chicken feathers will float on the green water, and a river of ashes will flow eastward."

.Whether you and I live in the Qing Dynasty, the Ming Dynasty, the Yuan Dynasty, the Song Dynasty, or the awesome Tang Dynasty, we are nameless people, and nothing can be changed or stopped."

Master Jian likes to drive in the rain. Sometimes, he will park the car on a tree-lined roadside in the heavy rain. He will stay in the car and smoke a cigarette, open the window to a gap, let the smoke float out, and let the rain moisten the air.

The air came in. Mixed with the sound of rain, the music played by the radio in the car became more beautiful. The wipers made the outline of the city sometimes blurred and sometimes clear.

He peed in a mineral water bottle and threw it out of the car. In fact, many taxi drivers did this.

He threw the plastic bag containing the shit out of the car window, and the thin shit of youth floated in the wind.

He likes to play pranks, which shows that he is not old yet.

Rain is always related to romance. Master Jian is not a romantic person, but sometimes he has some very poetic thoughts. For example, he parked his car on the side of the road and wore a raincoat to buy a pack of cigarettes. He stood at the intersection,

Think this way:

If it rains harder, if it continues raining heavily, the place where he lives will become a lake, and the surface of the lake, where his knees are, will be full of lotus flowers. He stood in the water and watched the boats passing around his knees.

Master Jian is also very humorous sometimes. For example, when foreign tourists refuse to take a taxi and choose to wait for the bus, Master Jian will say to them: "The chicken is stewed, but you still don't want to put salt in it?"

The taxi driver is more like a traveler, watching the busy traffic and passing time, sending others home, and then going home himself, repeating it every day, this is his life. He sits still, but shuttles through the hustle and bustle of the city. No matter what

Whether it is a wretched man wearing a vest after playing mahjong, or a charming woman wearing perfume and eating spicy hotpot, no matter who it is or what time it is, if someone waves, he will go over and take his car with him. He can feel that the car is

His body, his skin. He observes every passenger with the corner of his eye. When he meets a talkative person, he will chat a few words; when he meets a silent person, he has nothing to say.

Once, at the intersection of the People's Hospital, Master Jian pulled over a strange customer, a woman wearing a hospital gown, with a pale face and a haggard appearance. The strange thing was that this woman had no hair and was a bald woman.

Him: "Where to go?"

Woman: "Where are there fewer people? Just walk around a few times. I don't know. Are there any mountains nearby?"

Him: "No."

Woman: "Is there a lake?"

Him: "There is a river."

Woman: "Just go to the river. Alas, I'm afraid of water."

The two stopped talking and were silent all the way. The car stopped by the river. The woman wanted to get out of the car. Master Jian reminded her that she had not paid for the car. The woman threw down a medical record and said, "You want even the money of a dead person?"

Master Jian looked at the medical records and did not continue to ask for fares. This woman was a leukemia patient and her hair must have fallen out due to chemotherapy.

Master Jian glanced at the bald woman, she got out of the car, walked towards the river with a smile on her face and tears streaming down her face.

Master Jian thought that the woman was just out to relax. Unexpectedly, a few days later, a female body wearing a hospital gown was fished out of the river, and he realized that the woman had committed suicide!

This incident shocked him greatly. From that day on, he was thinking about a problem and often became distracted while driving.

In fact, this problem is something that each of us may face:

What would you do if you were terminally ill and couldn't afford the high medical bills?

Quietly waiting for death to come?

Perhaps suicide is a kind of relief. Ending one's own life can relieve the financial pressure on the family, and let one's own pain and the sadness of the family end with a leap.

It had been a long time since this incident, and Master Jian still said to himself: "That woman must have a child... She just wants to find a place where no one is and die quietly."

Master Jian remembered that on the day he divorced his wife, his son Sanchui hid the shoes under the quilt. He and his wife searched for them for a long time. It was not until the divorce procedures were completed that he came back from the Civil Affairs Bureau alone and found the shoes hidden under the quilt.

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At that time, his son Sanzui was only six years old. The son stood at the door and under the grape tree. He did not cry or laugh. He just asked calmly: "Where is mom, are you coming back?"

He didn't speak, he felt sad and tears welled up.

The father and son depended on each other, and he vowed to make his child's life better. When Sanzui grew up, he wore strange clothes and had weird hairstyles. He just felt that he could not keep up with the times, but he could see that his son was not happy.

The rebellion and decadence revealed in a young man's eyes are not disguised.

One detail has to be said. On the day Sanzui and his friends found the body on the water tower, he took the bus home. An old lady with a cane got on the bus. There were many people in the bus and there were no empty seats. Sanzui - this

The non-mainstream teenager with tattoos, earrings and afro hair stood up and said politely: "Old lady, sit here with me."

The people around him smiled knowingly and thought this boy was cute.

From the initial intention of planting trees to the final intention of killing people, what happened in between?

In the winter of 2006, Master Jian suffered from hemorrhoids. At first, they were only the size of peanuts. He tried to recover by taking medicine. He took Huaijiao Pills, Xiaozhiling, warm water sitz baths, and applied ointment. Every evening, when others got off work, he started to go to work.

After taking the medicine, he put the bowl on the icy table in the yard, breathed in the cold air, and drove to work.

The chair he sits on is always half a foot off the ground, balancing it with the car exhaust.

Many drivers suffer from hemorrhoids, so it's really not a big deal. It's just that every time you press the brake or clutch, you will feel pain.

During the Chinese New Year, the hemorrhoids began to worsen, and the peanuts grew into hideous-looking tumors, like a tomato sitting under his buttocks. After the operation, it was the Spring Festival, so he endured the pain and made dumplings, alone.

I was waiting for my son. It was New Year's Eve. My son spent the whole night surfing the Internet in an Internet cafe and brought a girl back the next morning.

He was not angry, he was very happy and felt that his son had grown up.

When Sanchui and Hua Hua started living together, Master Jian implicitly warned his son that pregnancy was a very troublesome matter.

Sanchui said: "Don't worry, it won't happen."

Huali also said in a nonchalant tone: "We are just having fun, we don't want to get married and have children."

In the summer of 2007, he suffered from hemorrhoids again. This time it was very serious, with severe stomach pain, blood in the stool and vomiting blood. The stool he passed out was not round but crescent-shaped, which indicated that there was a tumor in the intestine. He thought it was internal hemorrhoids, but the result was...

An examination at the hospital revealed that the rectal cancer was at an advanced stage and had metastasized to the liver and lungs!

The doctor comforted him and said: "Rectal cancer is not terrible. Just perform an operation, insert a tube in the body, and make an artificial anus."

Master Jian said: "My disease has spread to my liver and lungs. How long can it last?"

The doctor said: "Depending on the effect of chemotherapy, it should be fine in three to five years. If there is no treatment, it will only last three months."

Master Jian said: "How much does it cost?"

The doctor said: "The surgery is not very expensive, but it requires more than a dozen rounds of chemotherapy, and in the later stage..."

Master Jian said: "Add it all together, how much is the total?"

The doctor said a number.

Master Jian couldn't believe his ears. He had suffered from otitis media and his ears often discharged pus. The doctor said it loudly again. When he heard the number, there were clouds outside the window, and a rolling thunder penetrated the pus in his ear.

, he shuddered, and the doctor advised him to have an operation quickly, but he turned around and walked out of the hospital into the rain.

A millionaire may be only one hospital away from bankruptcy, let alone a common man?

What can a small citizen do if he is terminally ill?

What can a busy ant do when faced with its fate?

After so many years of hard work and hard work, Master Jian didn't have much savings. The house at home belonged to his father's unit, and he only had the right to live in it, not the right to sell it.

If you have a terminal illness, you can only wait to die!

During that time, he lost weight rapidly, turning from a middle-aged fat man into a thin man. He was completely different before and after the illness.

Master Jian's neighbor is a rich old man who just celebrated his sixtieth birthday.

The old man had a heart transplanted. The old man regarded the day of the successful transplant as his birthday. The old man never talked about the heart that gave him new life. Later, an insider said that the old man's heart came from a murderer. Some medical science

Experts believe that the brain is not the only organ with memory function, the heart can also store memories. One typical example: After an eight-year-old girl in the United States transplanted the heart of a ten-year-old boy who was murdered, the little girl always had nightmares about someone.
To be continued...