Sure enough, most of the front part of this notebook was records of some scribbled data:
I even saw how much money someone borrowed from me and said that he wanted to buy toothpaste and toothbrush when he went home today. The half-closed door also winked at me … It was also about Uncle Xu's life.
Fang Linyan flipped through most of it before he saw Uncle Xu start to write seriously. His handwriting was a very unique Wei Bei fountain pen handwriting. Especially after "holding" the pen, he would use a little force, making the whole handwriting look very energetic …
Xiao Fang, when you see this letter, I believe that you are already a middle-aged man because I believe that my brother will strictly follow my requirements. Before you have enough strength, he will not give this letter to you.
I hope you don't blame me for setting such a high threshold for you, because if you don't have enough strength to know many things, it will not be good for you, but it will harm you.
The reason why I want to investigate your background, I think my elder brother has already told you, so I won't say more.
When I first saw you back then, you were curled up in the rain and had already fainted.
You asked me several times why I wanted to adopt you back then, but I didn't tell you the reason, because … I wanted to save you not because of any pity or sympathy, but because I saw your fingers.
Seeing this, Fang Linyan was a little dumbfounded. He couldn't help but raise his hands and look at them, but he didn't find anything special.
As a result, the next working note gave the answer after turning the page:
Because your fingers look exactly the same as mine. They are all very unique. The little finger is longer than the index finger! At this moment, when I look at you, I seem to see myself when I was a child.
I feel that my life is over. I have wasted the talent that God gave me. Maybe this child whose fingers look exactly the same as mine can make up for my regret back then?
The first two pages are what I wrote when I went to find out about your origins. I hope it will be of some help to you. You can call it both a diary and a memo. I hope it will be of some help to you.
Then Fang Linyan turned to the next two pages, and he found that a series of records began to appear here:
Xiao Fang's disease is very troublesome. I must find a (bone marrow) match for him!
(turn page, turn page)
Finally, we arrived at our destination. Badong County's Feng Shou Welfare Institute should be the place where Xiao Fang grew up. The strange thing was that after I arrived at Badong County's Feng Shou Welfare Institute, I asked around for a long time, but they all said that there was only one place called Xiang Yang Welfare Institute.
I've heard Xiao Fang talk about his childhood a few times. Did he remember wrongly?
However, this was no longer important. Xiang Yang Welfare Institute was said to have been abandoned several years ago due to a fire.
When I heard the news, I was dumbfounded. However, the doctor said that leukemia could only be cured with a bone marrow transplant. We had to find another way.
Fortunately, I remembered something. Xiao Fang once told me that you had a good friend in the orphanage. His name was Liu Qiang, and he had a red birthmark the size of a palm on his face. He was adopted by the couple of the village head. At that time, they were all envious of his good luck.
Today, I took the recommendation letter from my elder brother to the local police. Clearly, the recommendation letter from China's Second Heavy Machinery Group was of some use, they helped me very enthusiastically.
As expected, I found that your friend had changed his name to Xie Wenqiang, and the birthmark on his face had been mostly eliminated.
Not only that, he still remembered the friendship between you. He kept talking about how the first chocolate he ate in his life was given to him by you.
The Xie couple had no children, and Xie Wenqiang was very filial to them, so under Xie Wenqiang's persuasion (it might also be that the recommendation letter from my elder brother was effective), it was equivalent to me gaining the connections of this Xie couple.
This saved a lot of trouble for me, who was very afraid of social interactions, because the wife of the Xie couple was a very energetic and enthusiastic person. Very quickly, even if I didn't go around looking for people, I still got a lot of information.
In summary, the information was that the welfare institute that Xiao Fang once stayed in was very strange.
Seeing this, Fang Linyan felt that something was wrong, because he couldn't remember Liu Qiang at all! If this guy had an obvious red birthmark the size of a palm on his face, then it was impossible to not have any impression of him.
And he didn't even remember the person, let alone the matter of him giving the chocolate to him.
As for the matter of the welfare institute being strange, Fang Linyan was even more stunned. For him, he didn't remember having such an experience. Perhaps children's vision was narrower. When they saw some strange things, they would only think that it was fun, and their attention would often only be focused on the playmates around them.
So he continued to read on and read the note:
Mr. Xie's wife, Yang Ahua, told me that there were a total of four internal official staff members in the welfare institute, and the rest were all temporary workers. Every year, there would be temporary workers who couldn't stand it and quit, and these temporary workers would have some strange reactions after leaving.
For example, crying in the middle of the night, acting abnormally, wandering outside alone in the early morning, etc.
In my opinion, she said a lot of things, such as committing a crime, being possessed by a ghost, etc., but I believe in science and think that these people have schizophrenia or neurasthenia.
As for why these temporary workers are sick, it should be because they are under a lot of pressure.
After staying here for three days, I feel as if someone is following me, day or night. Although I haven't found any evidence, I believe in my intuition because intuition is the most important in our line of work.
After coming here, the working notebook had to be turned again.
Fang Linyan didn't rush to turn to the next page, but he frowned and fell into contemplation.
Reading up to this point, many mysteries had appeared in this working notebook, and Fang Linyan also believed in Uncle Xu's intuition.
An excellent fitter didn't need any measuring tools. He could know whether this workpiece was thick or thin by just touching it. This relied on intuition.
Subconsciously, Fang Linyan turned to the third page and found that there were a lot of messy words on this page, and then a lot of lines were drawn on the words to indicate abandonment. He looked carefully, and he could still see some fragments of words,
"Dead people … I don't believe it."
"Call elder brother?"
"What a troublemaker."
"I won't go back!!!!!"
"I will never go back, I want to find a way for Xiao Fang to live!! This is his only hope. "
"Liu Xudong is actually elder brother's comrade-in-arms?"
“.....”
Especially the second last sentence, Uncle Xu's pen could be said to be very heavy, and even the paper was cut. It could be seen how excited he was at the time.
Fang Linyan looked at this sentence silently, and he suddenly covered his face.
At this time, being alone, Uncle Xu's voice and appearance appeared in his mind. Unconsciously, his tears flowed directly and fell on the yellowed paper bit by bit.
After a while, Fang Linyan calmed down before continuing to read. After turning it over, he saw a large pool of shocking blood!
After almost ten years, the pool of blood had already turned black, but it still looked shocking and shocking.
Fang Linyan continued to turn the page, and he found that Uncle Xu quickly explained the above matter,
"It's strange, I actually have a nosebleed for no reason? Could it be that what that person said was true? Although my body is not very good, this is the first time in my life that I have a nosebleed! "
"There seems to be a turn for the better today. I inquired about another important person. He was the dean of the orphanage back then. His name is Zhang Kun. Not long ago, this guy actually surrendered and went to prison. He was sentenced to 8 years!"
"According to that person, we can find out where Zhang Kun is serving his sentence. This is not something that needs to be kept secret, so I think we should get this news soon."
"This guy has been the dean of the orphanage for more than 10 years. He must know some clues about Xiao Fang."
"Elder brother said that he contacted Liu Xudong. Although he didn't say anything, I can feel that he is a little impatient, so I can't disturb him anymore."
"I called home. He Cui said that everything is fine, but I know that she must have asked her mother-in-law to take care of Xiao Fang. That woman is not easy to deal with. Sigh, Xiao Fang is going to suffer."
At this point, he needed to turn the page again. The words above didn't shock Fang Linyan much because he had just cried. To be precise, after experiencing a huge emotional impact, he entered the refractory period of the human body.
Therefore, Fang Linyan didn't expect the impact the next page would bring to him! On the full next page, there were a few shocking words written in a sloppy handwriting.
Yang Ahua is dead.
The second aunt of the Xie Family is dead.
I'm also very uncomfortable. Am I going to die?
Although Fang Linyan knew that Uncle Xu was not dead, looking at the remaining blood on this piece of paper and the despair revealed in the sloppy handwriting, his heart couldn't help but tighten.
Then Fang Linyan couldn't wait to turn to the next page, but his eyes widened all of a sudden.
There were a lot of words on this page. They were densely packed, but all of them were dirty.
It seemed that when this notebook was opened, the written page fell directly into a pool of engine oil, and then it was stepped on a few times!
Then Fang Linyan turned to the next page again, but he could see 3 pieces of paper in front of him. In short, the subsequent 3 pages were directly torn off, leaving only about 1/5.
On these 3 1/5 pages, there were densely written words. Fang Linyan identified them, but he didn't find any valuable information.
Fortunately, there was something written on the complete page at the back.
It seems that this matter can be solved! I hope it can be solved. I don't want to care about anything. I just want to take the medicine back. As long as this thing can really cure Xiao Fang, then I will accept this matter. So be it if I have to live a few years less.
In order to ensure that the medicine given to me by this old … old monster wasn't fooling me, I decided to make a remote-controlled camera. I saw that Xie Wenqiang had a seagull camera in his house. As long as the shutter sound was removed, I could find a way to take a lot of photos when the old monster was dispensing the medicine.
My plan was very successful. I should have captured the whole process of him dispensing the medicine. Now I got the medicine and was ready to go back. I don't know why, but I always have diarrhea recently. I feel very weak. I have to drink less.
After returning home, I gave the film to Old He to develop. Xiao Fang's condition still didn't change. This was a good thing, but also a bad thing, because it meant that the treatment in the past half a month had almost no effect.
Can the powder wrapped in paper in my pocket really treat his illness?
No, I have to wait for the result.
(Turn the page)
God, the film is developed!
I couldn't believe my eyes. The medicine that the old monster actually gave Xiao Fang was actually … I couldn't tell what it was, but I swear that I have never seen this thing in my life, even on TV, pictorial, or even textbooks!
(Turn the page)
There was no other way.
The doctor said that they tried their best.
The hemorrhage this time was barely over.
But the doctor said very clearly that the next hemorrhage, Xiao Fang would die.
And the time of the next hemorrhage might be the next minute, it might be tomorrow, but it wouldn't exceed a week.
He was still a child!
I had no choice. He was going to die anyway, so I'll give it to him.
***
The diary ended here.
Fang Linyan flipped to the back and found that it was all some trivial things about Uncle Xu's life.
For example, today's wine was good.
Or for example, his nephew's birthday was tomorrow.
Today, he had a stomachache and diarrhea again.
His third brother liked to smoke, so he had to remember to get two cigarettes for him.
It could be seen from these trivial things that Uncle Xu had indeed maintained close contact with the family. This was also human nature.
But soon, Fang Linyan noticed one thing, and his face quickly changed.
If this notebook excluded the experience of going to Badong County in the middle, then it completely recorded Uncle Xu's life spanning about three to four years.
It could be seen that if the trip to Badong County was taken as a dividing line, in the latter half of the notebook, Uncle Xu mentioned his stomach discomfort a total of four times, but in the first half of the notebook, he did not mention it even once!!
Fang Linyan knew very well that the cause of Uncle Xu's death was diarrhea caused by Crohn's disease, intestinal granulation, which then led to malnutrition, and then organ failure.
When Uncle Xu wrote the diary, he probably didn't think of this. In other words, no one could have thought that he would die of diarrhea.
But at this time, Fang Linyan looked back and immediately noticed the problem. At this time, he didn't even notice that the muscles on his face were trembling slightly! This was because a frightening thought had already emerged in his mind.
"Uncle Xu didn't die naturally. He was killed by someone!"
Originally, Fang Linyan didn't have any feelings for the orphanage he was born in, nor did he have any unforgettable memories. At this time, it was just a gray experience.
He didn't want to step into it at all. He inexplicably let some negative emotions soar and affect his mood.
As for his biological parents, Fang Linyan only thought that Uncle Xu was his father in his heart. As for the rest, they could all get lost. There were many difficult things in the world, but only one in a hundred could throw away their own child.
After taking a deep breath, Fang Linyan picked up the pen and began to write names on the white paper next to him,
Xie Wenqiang
Liu Xudong,
Zhang Kun,
Yang Ahua,
Old monster,
After thinking for a while, he finally added one last name to the list:
Old He!
Of course, Fang Linyan knew this person, because in Uncle Xu's narrow social circle, there were only a few drinking buddies.
Old He's nickname was Fishman He. He opened a fish stall, killing and selling fish every day. There was a strong fishy smell on his body. One of his usual hobbies was taking photos. He was the kind of fanatic.
However, this guy's real hobby was lecherous. Taking photos was just a means to flirt with women. Old He relied on taking artistic photos of women to steal a fish several times.
Fang Linyan found that the key point of the matter was what Uncle Xu's camera took back then. As the person who developed the film, Old He definitely knew the contents of the photos.
In addition, Fang Linyan was also very curious. He was indeed hospitalized because of bleeding from a tooth replacement back then, but he really couldn't remember the choice of life and death mentioned by Uncle Xu. However, this was normal because he was already in a half-asleep state at that time.
Just like the wounded in a serious car accident, when they regained consciousness under normal circumstances, they had already passed the critical period, so they had no impression of the sadness of their family at that time and the tense atmosphere in the operating room.
"Then, what exactly did I eat? It actually allowed me to recover from the extremely serious late-stage leukemia?"
With such confusion, Fang Linyan was ready to call Young Seven directly. At this time, these old neighbors must be reliable. However, after he touched his body, he found that he had thrown away the previous phone number. He had no choice but to make a new one.
Fortunately, before Fang Linyan threw away the phone, he had already copied the address book in the previous phone number on the memo. Otherwise, it would be a big trouble to find him now.
After changing to the new phone, Fang Linyan directly dialed Young Seven's phone number. Unexpectedly, before he spoke, Young Seven had already said in a trembling voice,
"Spanner! Spanner, where are you? "
Fang Linyan asked curiously,
"What's wrong?"
Young Seven took a few quick breaths and said with a crying tone,
"I just came out of the police station, don't you know? Fried Qiang is dead! "
Fang Linyan frowned,
"This kid is dead? How did he die? "
For him, a person's death was really nothing, but Fang Linyan could be sure that he had a sense of propriety at that time. Although Fried Qiang had a foul mouth, he didn't want to kill him. The two slaps were just to make him remember.
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