Qingyi is the old city, and it is not too big. Qingyi's disease control and epidemic prevention station is located on the outskirts of Qingyi City. It is small and dilapidated. The house number had faded and discolored, and the word "prevention" was half-pulled beside his ear.
Checking HIV must be one of the top three in the city. The inspection cycle is short and the probability of misdiagnosis is small. It's just that he didn't dare. He has too many contacts in Linan for work and communication. If there is any information left, he has to entangle the surrounding area. He was more afraid that others would think he was sick than he was really sick.
After entering the hall, there were actually quite a few people, and there were two lines of more than ten people lined up at the registration window. Qiao Fengtian asked He Qian to wait on a plastic chair and asked for his ID card. He Qian gave it hesitantly, and after fumbling in his pocket for a long time, he handed it over. "Wait a moment, it's alright." Qiao Fengtian instructed before leaving, He Qian just smiled and waved, "I'm not running."
Even the walls of the epidemic prevention station are old, with layers of yellow-brown, blisters-like marks. He Qian held his chin and looked at Qiao Fengtian's short stature, huddled in a group of disgraced countrymen, an average of half a head taller than him. He tugged the layer of faded hair under his hat, stood up straight, leaned forward on tiptoe again, buried one hand in the cuff of the overly long sweater, ready to hear what the nurse was saying quickly in the window What are you saying.
When I remembered being a child, the people in Langxi said that he was not like a wild child in the countryside. The snow-white little one ran wildly in the wheat field, followed behind Qiao Liang's buttocks, and jumped up and down the edge of the field for the whole spring and summer, and there was not a single bit of darkness - just like a fairy. But once ordinary people are connected with extraordinary things that cannot be logically and self-consistently connected, it will inevitably mean keeping them at a distance. He Qian still remembered that his grandmother used to sit on the horse and hold a stick of water spinach, jokingly and casually saying that the old Qiao's family was mourning, one by one, and he didn't know if he raised a mourning star.
It's as if everything is in her mouth.
He didn't have much contact with Qiao Fengtian in his youth. Not a school is one thing, that person is hiding and tucking, retreating and hiding, layer upon layer of the secret that he wraps up, another thing. This person was a clear concept in his teenage memory at that time, because he was different from others. His outline and even his facial features are actually blurred, but the inner core is clear. Just like his whole person at that time, he did not care about the front and the back. In fact, many things in his personality were at a glance without knowing it. From the beginning to the end, he seemed to be flustered and vigilant. The part of him that was silent, but there was always a vague omen of parting.
As a result, everyone in the city did not hear about the incident, and when he was humiliated by rumors, he jumped into the clear pool and committed suicide. Before talking about the money, I didn't dare to immediately nod to believe it; only He Qian was the only one who was sure in his heart that Qiao Fengtian was the one who could do such a thing.
Up to now, I feel that he has not changed—his deepest inner part is extremely pure, hard and clear; the places he shows to no one are always innocent and black and white, which is related to the way he sees the world. But it is precisely because of this that that part is fragile and easy to break, so it is easy to blame. He took him as an example, took the opposite path he had taken, and lived like a piece of rubber. It's just that the man is still stumbling and groping forward in the thorns, and it seems that his path has come to an end early.
"Come on, go to the second floor."
Qiao Fengtian walked back with the two receipts and said softly, thinking that He Qian was panicking, he bowed and patted him gently on the shoulder, He Qian looked up at him, and then he smiled comfortably.
The second floor is especially deserted, the corridor is also dark and dim, and the wooden railings of the tentacles are also cold and wet. The blood test laboratory for HIV is in the innermost corner room, and there is only one nurse on duty inside.
"Check both?" The nurse glanced up and down at the two of them.
Qiao Fengtian put the receipt on the table and pushed it forward, "One person."
The nurse turned around and brought out a snow-white enamel tray from the foot cabinet, which contained fresh medical rubber gloves, a disposable syringe, and two red-capped vacuum tubes. The nurse removed the plastic seal of the gloves and pointed to a square stool in front of her eyes, "Who will check who will come to sit, roll up the sleeves, have you eaten in the morning?"
Qiao Fengtian turned to look at He Qian, He Qian shook his head, then hesitated for a moment, unzipped his jacket and stepped forward.
From the ceiling, Qiao Fengtian saw the four dark corners of the room that were covered with dust. When he reached the pillow under He's elbow, the outdated cushion that exposed the inside of the sponge was overwhelmingly oppressive like accumulation. A wave of tides stopped the mouth and nose.
When charging at the registration office, he whispered that he would check for HIV, in a voice that only the doctor could hear. Ben Du was ready to be scrutinized by intense or condemning gazes, but found that the doctor didn't even lift his eyelids, silently ripping tickets and stamping, not even ten seconds. Qiao Fengtian almost thought it was respect, but the other party stretched out the change in front of him and slapped it in front of him, but he still despised it.
Just like Lu Zhichun was in the hospital that time. Maybe it's just an unintentional little move, just for sensitive people to watch it, and always add a lot of extras to it like a drama, even emotions without cause and effect. Qiao Fengtian suffered for what happened. As an individual, he didn't think it mattered, but when he looked at it in a mixed whole, he still felt a strong sense of marginality, which was indescribable.
Or perhaps in a group like them, rejection and contempt have never weakened, but accumulated over time and accumulated to a higher level that does not need to be expressed through words and body.
Qiao Fengtian was waiting on the chair. He realized that not everyone is like Zheng Siqi, not everyone who talks to everyone like him, and never feels the burden, estrangement, and difference.
"Why are you shaking?" Qiao Fengtian said coldly to He Qian when he heard the nurse suddenly pull on the mask.
The nurse raised her head and pointed at Qiao Fengtian, "Come here, grab his hand, how can I push the needle with every movement!"
Qiao Fengtian stepped forward to hold He Qian's back in two steps, only to find that his whole body was shaking non-stop.
"What's wrong?" Qiao Fengtian frowned, bowed down to look at the other's face, and comforted him gently, "Just hold on, and you'll be able to do it right away, okay?"
He Qian didn't speak, he lowered his head, his throat was clearly moving up and down, and he swallowed hard.
Qiao Fengtian pursed his lips and looked up at the nurse, "Trouble, please let him rest."
"I've dismantled all the syringes, so I have to throw them away!" The nurse tilted her head and frowned, not very happy.
"Then I'll go and pay the fee again, please, please."
"Tsk."
The nurse pulled the plastic gloves on her hands and threw them into the trash can, took the phone, turned and sat back in the chair, and quickly waved to the two of them.
Behind the epidemic prevention station is a luxuriant Metasequoia. From the corridor on the second floor, you can see the top of the treetops and see the smoky gray sky. The rain still did not fall, and it was wrapped in thick rain clouds, and there was an omen of pouring down at any time.
He Qian supported the wall with both hands and bowed his head deeply below his elbows. Such a posture that hinders the smooth breathing and breathing caused him to speak in a vague and dull voice, as if he had taken a big mouthful of mist.
"sorry."
Qiao Fengtian didn't say a word, and patted him on the shoulder one after another.
"Why don't you scold me? I really want to hear it. If you scold me, I won't be nervous." He Qian turned his head and looked at Qiao Fengtian's slender calf from under his elbow, "You continue to scold, scold anything. Row."
Qiao Fengtian continued to frown and tut his mouth, "Don't come—"
"I'm serious."
"… "
Qiao Fengtian took a breath and then let it out, staring at He Qian's twitching thumb, "He Qian, you are a big fool, a fool."
"kindness."
"You don't take your wandering as free and easy."
"kindness."
"You stop pretending to be a dignified and dignified person that everyone is drunk and you are sober, and stop telling me your indecent world theory."
"kindness."
"If you live in the mud pit, you will die in the mud pit. Don't even think about harming others. Others are different from you."
"kindness"
"I'm not the same as you, I'll live better than you."
"kindness."
"you deserve it."
He Qian looked as usual, even with a smile on his face, but Qiao Fengtian said that his nose was sore and his throat was tight.
The rain in Linan City was pouring down all the way. Zheng Siqi sent Wen Li Jia to the airport for a transfer. On the way back, the wipers could not stop and swipe left and right, like a huge pendulum indicating the passage of time.
Zheng Siqi lit a cigarette while waiting for the long red light at the intersection. Hearing Li Jia, the person is different. Under the surface of his hip-hop, he has an alert brain, and a pair of eyes that penetrate many things.
He remembered the dinner and the K song after the debate. With grudges and displeasure in his heart, he heard Li Jiadi repeatedly toasting and showing his sympathy, naively rejecting it several times. Everyone was enjoying themselves, and they all felt that the person was acceptable, but he was the only one who always dealt with it casually with a calm attitude. That person is obviously too polite, the branches are shaved clean, and a flagpole programmed with five lectures, four beauties and three loves, what is the need to continue to communicate. The interest was lacking until everyone was on their way back to bed, when they heard Li Jia holding on to the words he said alone.
In fact, there is no choice between luck and misfortune. Really, in the established arrangement, we can only be content with the possibility of returning to misfortune at all times when we are happy, and look at people who are more unfortunate than ourselves in misfortune. , in order to obtain the luck of alienation. This is the truth beyond my words, and I will tell you.
It is precisely because Zheng Siqi knows that he has such judgment that he feels that every statement of his is true and credible.
Including him saying that he has not seen him for many years and has changed a lot, and he looks young;
Including him saying that when he and Qiao Fengtian were on the phone, they were so gentle that they were not like the self he knew before; including him saying that he looked like he had a favorite object;
Even if he half-jokingly said that the person he liked was Qiao Fengtian, the person who called him that time, he couldn't help subconsciously adding pieces of supporting evidence for his incomparably independent assumption. Credentials.
Zheng Siqi put his hand on his forehead and pressed against the left window. Seeing that the car in front had not moved for a long time, he pressed the steering wheel and honked the horn.