"You don't have to be so polite when you come and go, just call me Li Kui."
Immediately, Li Kui looked deeply at Wen Xue'an: "Excuse me, who do you want to sort out the belongings of someone in your family?"
Just when Wen Xue'an wanted to speak, he suddenly coughed violently, and the palm covering his mouth was stained with blood. He picked up the toilet paper on the table and wiped it: "I want to organize my belongings."
"no problem."
Li Kui was not surprised by this. He took out the gloves from the tool box and put them on, and put on the shoe covers.
"My name is Wen Xue'an."
Wen Xue'an saw that Li Kui's expression was normal and thought that he was used to this kind of thing. He introduced himself and immediately led Li Kui to a guest room inside.
Opening the door, the soft sunlight shines into your eyes.
The house is packed with things. The four rows of bookshelves are filled with books, as well as many photos and certificates.
In the photo frame is a young Wen Xue'an, in his prime, wearing a ballet costume and smiling brightly. There is a large group photo in the middle, a group photo from a certain dance academy.
In addition, there are photos of Wen Xue'an and many children.
Judging from the background, it should be in a mountain village.
At a glance, it can be seen that Wen Xue'an lives with an optimistic and positive attitude.
Wen Xue'an held the bookshelf with his hands, and his smile was full of nostalgia: "As you can see, there are too many things here. It's a bit difficult for me to pack them up. Please excuse me, Li Kui."
"No trouble, this is my job."
Li Kui spoke softly: "Just tell me how to clean up."
Since the owner of the relics was still there, there was no need to say the usual opening remarks.
"First help me pack up the photos, and then separate the books into a separate category. I want to send these to the orphanage."
It can be seen that Wen Xue'an's physical condition is indeed not good. Perhaps he was a little tired from the quarrel just now, so he sat on the chair and watched Li Kui tidy up quickly with his hands and feet.
Wen Xue'an picked up a photo frame. The photo was taken when he was in college. His lips moved: "You said that the moment an object is called a relic, its existence becomes a kind of memory between the living and the dead.
.”
Li Kui looked back at Wen Xue'an.
"If no one remembers you in the world of the living, you will disappear forever." Wen Xue'an exhaled and said with a smile: "Li Kui, this is what you said in the documentary. To be honest, I quite like it.
Want to chat with you."
"Then you are really lucky."
Li Kui narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Not everyone has the opportunity to chat with me."
Wen Xue'an was amused by this sentence.
"Actually, after watching the documentary that day, I really understood it."
Wen Xue'an smiled brightly: "Face those regrets and let your life leave some traces in this world."
"It's not easy to really look away."
Li Kui said quite meaningfully.
Listening and accompanying is the key to sorting out the relics. Since Wen Xue'an wants to chat with him, let's chat.
As Li Kui packed his things, he asked, "That man just called you teacher. Were you a dance teacher before?"
"Hahaha, no."
Wen Xue'an knocked on his right leg, but there were waves of metal sounds. It turned out to be a prosthetic leg. "It's hard for me to teach others to dance like this. He is a student I used to teach in a mountain village."
Talking about the past, Wen Xue'an couldn't help but express a bit of emotion in his words: "His parents worked in other places and only came back once every two or three years. At that time, he was really simple. If he wanted to get into a university in the city, I would go there every day.
Give him a little money every month."
Li Kui said: "It lasts seven years once the funding is given, but not everyone can do it."
"Because I am also a child who came out of the mountains. I understand how painful and difficult it is."
More and more memories appeared in Wen Xue'an's eyes.
"But dou Mien, Shengmiqiu."
Li Kui put the books into the prepared cardboard boxes and sealed them with transparent tape: "People's hearts are complicated. Some people will learn to be grateful, and some people will just take it for granted."
Hearing this, Wen Xuean nodded, he did not deny this.
"That's his choice."
A smile formed on Li Kui's lips: "I believe you this time, you are indeed more open-minded."
"There are good people and bad people in the world. I have sponsored many people, and most of them are good kids."
Wen Xue'an shrugged his shoulders: "Besides, I haven't thought about teaching dance, but for them, the best way to leave the mountains is to study." As he said, he joked: "If you really teach dance, you might as well teach boxing.
It’s a real thing.”
Li Kui was thoughtful and said with a smile: "That makes sense."
Wen Xue'an wrapped the cardboard box with his fingers: "The books inside are all easy-to-understand readings. The children in the courtyard won't seem to be bored when the time comes. As for the photos, I want to burn them together after I die."
"No relatives."
Li Kui asked.
Wen Xue'an shook his head.
"Is there anything else that needs to be packed?" Li Kui asked.
Only then did Wen Xue'an realize that Li Kui had packed the bookshelf including the photos, and couldn't help but praise: "What a efficiency."
"This is craftsmanship!"
Li Kui raised his eyebrows.
Wen Xue'an opened the drawer, and inside there was a stack of envelopes and two thousand yuan: "I have a child."
"Not biologically, well...he is a child in an orphanage."
Wen Xue'an looked up at Li Kui and said with a little regret: "I originally planned to adopt him, but now it seems that it can't be done. I haven't really met him yet. At that time, I was still teaching in the mountains. I always communicated through letters and phone calls.
way to communicate.”
Li Kui understood instantly after hearing this.
"You want me to send letters every once in a while after you die."
"good."
Wen Xue'an nodded seriously and vigorously: "I want to ask you to help me with this. This money is another commission fee."
After hearing this, Li Kui couldn't help but said with great interest:
"I can see that you had planned this all along. But why did you choose to let me do this for you?"
"Because I think the person who can say that the work of organizing relics is to build a bridge of communication between life and death, so that the dead can be commemorated and the living can be comforted is a good person."
Wen Xue'an lowered his head and sighed: "Actually, I haven't told any friends that I have cancer. When I leave, I will tell them that I will go back to Dashan and will never come to Binhai again."
There was silence for a moment.
"Okay, I'll help you."
Li Kui raised a smile.
"real!"
Wen Xue'an suddenly raised his head, a look of surprise on his face.
"Of course, a gentleman's words are hard to follow."
Li Kui promised.
In fact, as Wen Xue'an himself said: face those regrets and let your life leave some traces in this world.
In a sense, these envelopes are his relics and his last connection with the world.
For this little selfishness, Li Kui can completely satisfy him!
"Thank you!"
Wen Xue'an thanks again.
Thank you for the monthly ticket for the half-day tour of Six Chapters of Fusheng, thank you for the two monthly tickets for the special tour group, thank you for the monthly ticket for the national treasure Spoon, thank you for the monthly ticket for Xu Caixi, thank you brothers for your support!!!