Silence.
A long silence.
Under the dazzling light, Waiguan's straight spine seemed to have been broken.
Bit by bit, it bent down.
After a long time, there was a whine in response.
So, Waiguan nodded happily and waved his hand behind him. The black market doctor who had been waiting for a long time clicked his tongue unhappily and turned to leave.
It was a wasted trip. Bad luck!
It wasn't until the hand finally left his head that Waiter could finally catch his breath.
It was as if he had been stuffed into the deep sea and endured a long suffocation.
He greedily breathed in every bit of air. Tears and snot flowed out uncontrollably.
He wailed loudly.
"Okay, good boy."
Waiguan reached out and untied him. He squatted in front of him and smiled as he picked up his hand and shook it, "From today onwards, let's be good friends."
"Okay." Waiguan nodded dully, like a walking corpse.
Little Hut in the Woods nodded, took out a mobile phone, and handed it to him. "Remember to tell your friend not to rob the truck anymore. Although we have taken back the medicine that was stolen, hurry up and send the hidden part back to me. There are sixteen types of special drugs for different animal characteristics. If they are used indiscriminately, they will really die.
Of course, it is also necessary to persuade them to turn themselves in and tell us the source of the information and the instigator. "
"Okay."
Waiguan nodded numbly.
"Finally, from today onwards, learn to watch the news … You people of Yingzhou should change your bullsh * t conduct as soon as possible."
Waiguan tilted his head, took the cigarette from the corner of his mouth, and stomped it out. He said disdainfully, "This thing was given out for free in Danbo yesterday. If you register, you get two free courses! If you don't register, it's five thousand Yingzhou dollars per box. It's almost cheaper than cold medicine! Do the math yourself. How much can you exchange for the train you blew up … "
Silence.
A long, long, long silence.
Waiguan raised his head with difficulty. He was stunned and couldn't understand what he had heard.
"Huh?"
.
.
"Name?"
The staff behind the window looked up.
"Tateishi."
The embarrassed middle-aged man sat on a chair, pinching his wrinkled border passport. "Tateishi Shinya, thirty-one years old. This, this is my daughter, Tateishi Yuanko …"
He pulled the dazed girl over and shook her shoulder. The girl who seemed to be dozing off quickly opened her eyes. As if she had rehearsed this, she nervously smiled at the window.
"She's healthy, very healthy, very capable." Standing Rock nervously explained, "Don't be fooled by her young appearance. She's already seventeen years old. She can do more work than some adults. She can wash clothes and cook. Really, she, she …"
Under the scrutinizing gaze of the staff, the middle-aged man's expression gradually became weary. He said incoherently, "I beg you, she really can work … She can … I can do it too. I can do more. I can do anything."
"Hey, hurry up!"
The people behind him urged him on, and the sound of children crying could be heard.
Standing Rock's lips moved, but he couldn't speak. His face gradually turned pale.
In the noisy office hall, a long line had been formed from the hall to the square. Many travel-worn people were lining up outside. They would rather be exposed to the scorching sun than go to the nearby free drinking water to enjoy the air conditioning.
They were afraid of being delayed.
Behind the window, the staff's scrutiny continued for a while. Soon, a calm voice came from the loudspeaker.
"Mr. Standing Rock, I saw you write on your form that you have experience in musical instrument performance, right? Trumpet player? "
"… Yes, yes!" Standing Rock felt as if he had been pardoned. He nodded in a hurry. "Although I haven't practiced for many years, I can pick it up again. It will be very fast!"
"Since that's the case, you can fill out a new application form for artists after you've registered. You can go through the special recruitment route of Danbo Music Hall and register at window B2. They've been short of manpower recently, so the salary will be much higher."
The staff member calmly took a photo, stamped the form, and handed it over. Finally, he reminded, "Every family has a residence qualification, including the spouse, children, parents, and other immediate family members. I suggest you go to the next window and tell the truth."
She withdrew her gaze from the confused girl and told the staff, "Danbo doesn't need a little girl less than twelve years old to wash clothes."
Everything that happened next was like a dream.
But it was different from those nightmares.
It went as smoothly as those ridiculous fantasies on the train.
Standing Rock held his daughter's hand in a daze. He held the thick form in one hand and went from window to window. Finally, he arrived in front of the temporary infirmary.
Standing in front of the counter, he swallowed his saliva.
"This … This is my household registration certificate …" He asked uneasily, "Is … is the injection here? The special medicine, the free one, is it real? "
"One adult, one girl."
The busy nurse didn't have time to care about his emotions. She snatched the test form from his hand, flipped through it, stamped it again, and handed over two forms without hesitation. "Turn right inside. Just line up. Next."
Standing Rock was pushed by the people behind him, but he mustered up the courage to ask again, "Is it really free?"
"It's not free, sir."
The nurse raised her head and looked over in surprise.
She said, "You have to pay for the injection fee of two hundred yuan per person. Please line up inside to pay. Next …"
He was pushed, urged, and scolded.
Standing Rock was like duckweed, drifting with the waves. He looked at everything in front of him in a daze, but he couldn't react to anything. In the end, he was pushed into the injection room. It was still like sleepwalking.
He was absent-minded.
He looked at everything in front of him in a daze.
He didn't even feel anything during the injection. There was only a slight pain, like the pain that could be seen everywhere in his life.
"… Adults, please ensure that you have enough food for a week. If minors have cold symptoms, please go to the nearest designated hospital and go to the special window."
Next to him, the nurse who was giving instructions noticed his absent-minded look and frowned. "Sir, sir, are you listening?"
But Standing Rock was still staring at his daughter in the injection room. His whole body was pressed against the glass, and he didn't dare to let her out of his sight.
"She seems better than before. Look, she's much more energetic …"
He muttered to himself, not knowing who he was talking to. He couldn't help but smile. "She doesn't look so sleepy anymore, right? She's much better than before … "
"She's just injected. It hasn't taken effect yet, sir." The nurse reminded him.
But Standing Rock was still looking at his daughter in a daze. After a long time, he whispered, "But, she'll get better, right?"
The nurse was stunned for a moment and nodded slowly.
"… Yes, she'll get better."
She smiled and replied, "She'll be better than before, Mr. Standing Rock."
The beeping sound came. She put the notice in her hand with the precautions in her hand into the middle-aged man's hand and turned to leave.
Under the gentle sunlight outside the window, the thin paper fluttered slightly in the wind. The handwriting seemed to spread out and fly into the blue sky.
There was an illusionary glimmer of light sprinkling down from the sky like rain, illuminating the last part of it.
It wasn't printed in black. Instead, it looked like someone hurriedly grabbed a pen before leaving and wrote a blessing for a traveler coming from afar.
Tell everyone who comes here.
[Welcome to Danbo.]
.
"Name?"
Outside the emergency room, the chief surgeon held the medical record in his hand and followed behind the emergency team to check the patient's information with the patient's family. But before entering the operating room, he paused and reminded with a solemn expression, "The patient is old. Sudden organ failure. This kind of major surgery is risky. I hope you're prepared."
"Please, please." The haggard man bowed repeatedly and begged with hope. "Please."
"I … I'll do my best."
The doctor looked away and didn't look at the man's expectant face.
Six hours later, the emergency patient, Nakamura Yume, stopped breathing in the ward after the surgery. Cause of death: postoperative myocardial infarction. She was 54 years old.
Two minutes later, a baby's cry came from another operating room. Natural birth. Mother and daughter were safe.
"Have you thought of a name yet?"
In the ward, the nurse solemnly reminded, "This is a big deal. Don't give the child a strange name. Mrs. Matsuda insisted on a very long name. It seems to be an album by some band. No matter how we persuade her, she won't listen. It's really worrying."
The pale wife leaned on the bed, holding her husband's hand and staring at the baby sleeping soundly. She couldn't help but smile.
"Future."
She thought for a moment and said seriously, "Her name is Future."
Then, in the darkness, Huai Shi heard the name.
He couldn't help but laugh.
He applauded.
Future.
.
"Name?"
In front of the checkpoint, the nervous girl answered in choppy Yingzhou language, "Jin Suyuan."
"Name?"
In the interview, the young man summoned the courage to look up. "Kohori Shizuka."
"Name?"
On the street, the performer who played the violin handed over his ID card. "Chen Cheng."
"Name?"
The fashionable girl stuck out her tongue. "Big Field Hope …"
In the darkness, Huai Shi looked up and heard the voices from afar. They were like countless tiny spots of light dancing in front of his eyes, illuminating the long and lonely road.
There were more voices.
There were more prayers, more thanks, and more calls.
They guided him, little by little, forward.
Until he opened his eyes in a daze, countless broken souls gathered again. They followed the guidance and stared at the light passing by in front of them.
Unknowingly, the darkness had been illuminated by the endless light.
The long and lonely road was full of pedestrians.
In the lively crowd, the noise rose one after another.
When he passed by, the souls that he had never met smiled at him gratefully, told him their names, and then returned to the crowd again.
One name after another overlapped, holding up his soul and guiding him upward, returning from this cold and empty universe.
He was in the brightly lit street, he was in the deserted alley, he was in the ward listening to the crying, and he stared at the sleeping face of the child under the warm light.
When Huai Shi looked up, he saw the mighty rain of light sprinkling from the night and falling into the hands of nothingness. Bit by bit, every ray of light carried the smiling face of a friend.
It was as if he had finally woken up from this long dream since parting.
"It's good to be able to meet again, my friend."
Huai Shi stared at the rain of light all over the sky and smiled.
After a long time, he bowed and said goodbye. He turned and walked deeper into the dream.
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