Chapter 312: Four Years of Tribulation (10)

(10) After physical recovery

I remember that there were nursing homes in the urban areas of Shanghai, and the sign there was "nursing homes", while almost all of them in Beijing were in the suburbs. Then I had to get a bus IC card, because no one believed that I was a revolutionary disabled person.

The photo on the certificate issued ten years ago is too old, because it was taken in the clothes issued by the unit, which is very rustic. Moreover, the disability level on the certificate is level 2, which means that you should not be able to take care of yourself.

In fact, both of my leg bones had cracks before 2006, and according to the doctor, I am usually in a wheelchair and it is impossible to ride a bicycle. Every time I rode my bicycle to the China Rehabilitation Hospital for physiotherapy, the doctor would ask me not to ride and to let my family accompany me. He always shook his head and sighed at the film, saying, "Doesn't it really hurt at all? How is this possible?"

It wasn't until the Spring Festival in 2006 that the crack healed, and I took the train back to my hometown, but I didn't expect that at this time I was cold and painful at any time, and I often couldn't help crying!

I don't know if it's because of the "menstrual pain" that was handed down 800 years ago, in short, I used to be hit in the head by a beer bottle and had four stitches, but there was no pain, and now my fingers are scratched by A4 printer paper and it hurts for several days!

That's a full 16 years! I can't help but think that Jin Yong wrote that the poison in Xiaolongnu's body was also completely dissolved in 16 years, Jin Yong said that he had been thinking about this for a long time, and felt that 16 years was no more, no less, no less than a year that made people be able to endure and completely forget a relationship.

It seems that there is a definite number of qiē in the world.

When I returned to my hometown, I unexpectedly met the deputy director of Renqing at the shore of Qionghai, who was a one-year secondary school student who had just graduated from secondary school and was promoted to be deputy director only two months after I left. That is, if I don't leave, he doesn't have such a good chance.

At that time, he was going to the township to become the party secretary, and he asked me if I would go back to edit the magazine? In fact, he could also see that it was not that there was no problem, but that the physical problems seemed to be much worse than at the beginning, because the wind on the beach of Qionghai blew my bones painfully, and I must have frowned.

After the Spring Festival in 2006, I went to Yunnan to see if Mr. Pei and his second wife had made substantial progress, and we should have done a good job, because after I found that my body began to ache, I wanted to live a quiet life alone.

I chose a new city of higher education, and some of the undergraduate departments in Beijing will move to the suburbs in the future, and the supporting development of serviced apartments is generally about 20 square meters, just like a hotel standard room with an extra kitchen, and it is less than 200,000 yuan to buy two rooms. In this way, I can eat school food, and I don't have to endure the pain of cooking.

It is impossible for Mr. Pei to live in such a small room, he has the mentality of showing off everything he does, he is the kind of typical peasant nouveau riche, afraid that others will find out his past and look down on him. And the one I chose is not far from my eldest cousin's villa, and my eldest cousin's villa is now worth tens of millions, and he can't afford to lose this face anyway.

I don't feel like housing has a hierarchy, and I don't feel inferior in front of anyone and I don't want to show off, so I want to be able to live the collegiate retirement life I want to live. I have to make a break with Mr. Pei.

However, Mr. Pei lives in a house in Kunming for 160 yuan a month, just like the one we rented when we first got married. He said he was lying on his back.

(Chapter 4: The Four Years, August 5-7, 2009, A Lan in Beijing.) ）