Chapter 158: Love and Likes (11)

(11) A fateful day

It was the day I had agreed to go to see Bo's parents, but I had already told him not to go because he had invited me to dinner. I am afraid that that kind of extravagant eating will quickly eat up the food in my life, so that I will not be able to realize my wish of living a long life. I didn't expect that he should have gone to great lengths to persuade his parents to arrange a formal meeting.

That morning, I went to the People's Daily to participate in the training, and Sister Xia was specially sent by the sub-district office to participate in the training in order to strengthen the propaganda work, and she had not written a news report before. So as soon as I saw the scrapbook of my interview, I came to me during the class and said, "I fell in love with you at first sight!" Then we took a photo with Mr. Ai Feng, the director of the economic department at the time, who gave the lecture, and Wang Dong, a photojournalist who had taken the famous "Hello Xiaoping", took a picture of us.

On that day, Ms. Lu, who was compiling the book with us, officially recognized me as my goddaughter, she was a reporter of the former Xinxu Daily and Jiefang Daily, an editor of China Central Radio's broadcast to Taiwan, a former president of a vocational university, and the editor-in-chief of the Market Telecommunications Agency before her retirement.

Her son graduated from Harbin Institute of Technology and her daughter graduated from Tsinghua University, and the reason why she must recognize me as her goddaughter is entirely because my sycophant tone is too sincere.

The funniest thing is that she asked Mr. Pei to escort me to her house for lunch, and said to Mr. Pei at the dinner table: I don't like you, I don't have a good impression of children who grew up in the countryside. I know people like frogs at the bottom of a well, too inferior when frustrated, and too conceited when proud! As soon as you have money, you forget your last name, and you may not be much better when you grow up!

Mr. Pei sent me back to the publishing house and disappeared. I guess somewhere to heal. I still had to go to the house of a teacher from a social science academy who lived in the north to pick up the manuscript, and I didn't think to say a word to comfort him. I had an accident on the way to pick up the manuscript and I saw that the cars were parked and there was no one on the sidewalk. It turned out that I couldn't see the color of the traffic lights, they were all flowing with people, and suddenly there was no one to rely on, and I was a little overwhelmed. When I walked alone to the middle of the road, the cars seemed to be honking, and my tinnitus started again.

I sat on the side of the road, buried my face in the palms of my hands, and plugged my ears with my two index fingers, a posture that ordinary people can't do, and requires a very small face and slender fingers. When I lifted my face to look at the road, it was a desert all around. A man riding an elephant looked at me from above, and he said, "Aunt Hei Mi Zhima, I need your blood to keep this place."

I buried my face in the palm of my hand and shoved my index finger into my ear.

Suddenly I remembered the fortune teller who had instructed me to come to Beijing to find a marriage, and he said that he would only get better when he saw that I was bleeding profusely. At that time, my junior high school classmate, who really asked him to calculate the mining days, immediately asked: Will it be broken?

He looked at me seriously and said, "No." The classmate breathed a long sigh of relief and said: You must not be able to hide, he will never be mistaken.

I watched the fortune teller staggering along the running track of the sports field, and the typical symptoms of polio told me that God would definitely give people in disaster a way to live, a kind of endowment that was different from ordinary people.

Sure enough, I was bleeding profusely that evening. I went to Chaoyang Hospital and got four shots. The doctor who gave me the needle was surnamed Li, and if I hadn't lost a lot of notebooks in the future, I would have remembered his name. Because he neatly left his contact information on the prescription and follow-up notice that I was given. And he called several times a night, saying that if he felt like throwing up, he would sue him immediately. He was also born in 1971.