The hell you tread on is just a reflection of heaven

Hiroko was in my class in college and was my backup on the college basketball team. His physical quality is very good, life is tall and handsome, but it is too lazy, poor skills, when the important game, must be the bench. He would always rely on the captain to come on the court for a while, to put him up is a mess, either "air ball" three-point shot, or rebound his ankle swollen.

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This is not, Haozi grades are very poor, basically belong to truant professional households, but love, fighting, the formation of online game team master of everything.

One day, Hao Zi said to me, monitor, now I fucking mixed into our school boss ah, if you want to cut, say ah!

I said, not yet, thank you in advance!

Haozi stretched out fitness refers to the air a poke, said, you are welcome, one of their own, creak ah, must be creak!

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Haozi's fate from the fourth year took a sharp turn, the whole person like to play chicken blood rush forward. First, the ball skills improved, hard to exercise, then, the whole year truant, to the society component a model performing arts team, their own agent, the country to earn money.

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At that time, Hiroko often called me in the middle of the night, and the content kept repeating itself, roughly divided into three categories:

One is, monitor, do you think I made tens of thousands today?

Second, captain, I was chased and beaten yesterday. How many men do you think I was hacked?

Third, monitor, the school roll call you must help me resist!

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My popular answer is, you come back safe. You've got perfect attendance, and if you don't come back, I'm gonna get cut. And try to be early. I can't stand it.

I struggled for a year. Before graduation, Haozi was turned over by the school because he failed in self-control, and the self-control teacher was forced to hold him down and repeat the grade.

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Haozi received the news, murderous rushed to the school to find self-control teacher desperately. The self-control teacher, who had studied abroad, not only studied rigorously, but also lived and dressed like Fusao youth. In my memory, she seemed to wear silk stockings and short skirts all day in college. Even in snowy winter, she did not forget to show off a pair of beautiful legs without pants.

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Hao Zi said, I fucking look for "cloth Chuan pants" spell!

I said, you calm down, Buchuan is not a bad person, even after years of Fusang, people have become a little single-minded, you talk to her, maybe there is drama, do not start.

I said, remember, the trick is to pretend to be a grandson.

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Haozi to find cloth Chuan theory, I am waiting for a friend in the office door eavesdropping.

Hiroko talked for a long time in tears. At last, Buchuan asked softly, if I let you graduate, what is your life ideal?

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'My dream in life is to earn a million dollars three years after graduation,' she said.

"Ha ha ha", the office, cloth Chuan issued earth-shaking laughter, she let Haozi hurry away, she said, a even what do not know what to eat people, to the society can have what use?

You - have to stay!

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After that, we graduated, Haozi stayed behind, no news.

Another year later, Haozi called to say that he had graduated and gone to CUBA in Xinjiang to earn some good sneakers.

Another year later, Haozi called and said, the original university team someone married, asked me if I want to join the party?

I said, whatever! You tell me the account number, I send you money, Hao Zi said, that little money, you don't bother.

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Another two years later, Haozi called and said, Monitor, I am with the money, can you call me as soon as possible?

I said, fine! Where are you? Is it urgent?

Hiroko said, hurry, I am waiting to catch the plane, you hurry up, starve me!

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After that, I didn't hear from Haozi for several years until last year, when he came to Hangzhou on business and specially rented a car and drove to Ningbo to visit me.

Haozi seems to have changed, eyes no longer have anger, wrapped in the gold frame of the big eyes, like living in a mansion, there is a graceful insubordination.

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I mean, where have you been all these years?

'I went to Kazakhstan,' he said.

I mean, what are we doing?

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'I graduated and joined a pipeline company,' he said. 'I was actually quite hard-working, and then I went abroad to do construction.'

I said, OK! I'm planning a 10-year reunion. You have to come!

Hiroko said, OK! I want to make a personal donation to the reunion. But if the cloth pants come, I won't go.

I said, why?

Hiroko said, Buchuan despise me, think I don't know what I do to eat, I am afraid she will see me again, too big blow to her life.

I mean, doesn't Donald despise your ideals? Did you achieve it?

Hiroko said, "Ideal?" He pushed the gold glasses expertly, like a military spy, a book solemnly said, three years one million? It has been overfulfilled.

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I said, by the way, why would you want to come back here when you've been doing fine abroad?

Hiroko said, My mother is gone, you know?

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I was speechless for a moment and stopped in mid-air.

"My mother has cancer," Hiroko said.

"I went abroad to try my best to make money for my mother's medical expenses," Hiroko said.

'I rushed back to China because I knew no amount of money was worth it. I wanted to accompany my mother on her last journey,' she said.

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Hiroko began slowly explaining to me how to be with my mother in the final years of my life. This is not at all what I had in mind about him. He was so calm that he seemed to be telling someone else's story. He told me calmly, without a trace of anger, how he cooked and fed his mother spoonfuls of food. How he washed and moped, and scrubbed his mother's body little by little. How he taught himself to massage to make his mother feel better, and how he would rush frantically home to see his father in between her naps.

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Because the cancer was terminal, the hospital did not recommend surgical removal.

My father was indifferent and hesitant. His father told him that it was up to you to decide whether to have surgery or not. I could not bear it anymore.

Haozi listened to his father's words, shut himself in the bathroom, pointing to the mirror himself again and again to scold, why am I so stupid? Why can't you make up your mind? Why is life so hard?

Then he banged his head against the wall and hit himself with his big mouth.

Then he opened the window and stared at the bottom of the building, weighing whether to put an end to his miserable life.

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Then, he cleaned his crying red eyes in the bathroom, saved a smiling face, on the clockwork like to continue cooking, continue to wash and wipe the ground.

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"In the end, I was just a handful of sticks." Hiroko said, "Mom walked very quietly."

On the day of the memorial service, many people came to the hospital. Fellow patients, nurses, and attending doctors specially asked for leave. They said they had never seen me so filial a man. The more they said, the more I cried. I was crying my heart out and a lot of people couldn't stop crying with me." "Said Hiroko.

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Hiroko and I were sitting in a cafe on Xinhe Road in Jiangdong District. At 1:30 p.m., the cafe was ready to close. The light was dim and yellow. Far away, the waiter began to clean the floor. Suddenly, we both hugged each other and cried bitterly.

The autumn night in Ningbo is very peaceful, and the wind blows through the leaves of the law trees, crashing like to crush the night.

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Hiroko said, don't cry, we add up to nearly 3 meters 8 meters? !

I said, "Yeah, you guys, stop freaking me out."

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We walked out of the cafe, walked along the river, and I said, what are you going to do next?

Hiroko said, Next, I will find a good girl to marry.

Haozi said, my condition is not high, but there is one thing, to accommodate my father. I want my dad to live with us when we get married.

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Hiroko finally took a taxi and disappeared at the end of the autumn night. Before leaving, he said, "Do you remember when we played three-man basketball in the school before graduation, we were beaten like dogs by three big guys over two meters?"

I said, "Remember, didn't you make your first 3-pointer, and then we turned it around?"

Hiroko said, yes! Before I threw it, I was like, oh my God -- let's get this over with!

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I once saw a poem, "The hell you tread on is just the reflection of heaven, and the story of my lips will eventually be the ashes of time." Hiroko's life just proves the previous sentence, and I can't wait to record these stories, I think, when time turns to ashes, there will still be people hanging these stories on their lips.

It's not a novel. It's not just a story.