Jiang Weiyang gave Jiang Yuqian a ticket for a stage play, and the ticket was stuffed into his mailbox. When Jiang Yuqian came back from get off work, he went to the mailbox to get the ticket. At the same time, there was also a letter inside. On the envelope, it was written:
"TO PR China, Room 2801, Unit 2, Building 4, Fuchun Garden, Yuanling District, City A, Jiang Yuqian"
Jiang Yuqian opened the unsigned envelope, which contained three photos and a piece of letter paper.
He walked slowly towards the elevator entrance, and slowly unfolded the letter.
[Qianqian:
I'm sorry, it's been two years since I took up my pen to write to you.
It's New Year's Eve, I just finished eating New Year's Eve, and my teammates sat outside to watch the live broadcast of the Spring Festival Gala. I could hear them complaining through a door.
We cook the New Year’s Eve dinner by ourselves. Everyone asks to cook a specialty dish. If you don’t know how to cook, you are responsible for choosing dishes and washing dishes. What I cook is your favorite chicken curry. They all praised me for the delicious food.
After coming here for almost two years, language is still the main obstacle. The locals have their own native language, Swahili, which is difficult to understand.
Under normal circumstances, to help people diagnose diseases is to rely on hand gestures, and you can probably guess the meaning, just get used to it.
The medical conditions here are very poor. For some seemingly simple ailments, due to the lack of accurate diagnosis and treatment equipment and no suitable medicines, many people's illnesses have become serious. Furthermore, the environment is very bad, and patients with weaker resistance can easily be cross-infected.
There was nothing I could do about it, having witnessed a black mother die from a post-operative infection when her child was five years old.
Before I came here, I fantasized about the great scenery here, and I found that the pictures on the Internet have beautified this place a lot.
Dodoma does not have too unique scenery. If I have to find a word to describe the land under my feet, I think it should be "vast". The land is vast and sparsely populated, and the vision is wide, making it easy to calm down.
In the densely populated city A, you will never have this experience. So, Qianqian, I want to take you around this area in the future, maybe you can have some insights into life.
Our life is relatively difficult, and there are many mosquitoes. If we are not careful, we will be bitten by them. Unlike the domestic mosquitoes, these mosquitoes are big and poisonous, and probably the tropical climate is more suitable for them. This is also the reason for the high incidence of malaria.
We usually wear long-sleeved trousers and carry mosquito repellent and wind oil with us.
When I am free, I basically stay in the house and read a book, or go outside for a walk.
Although Dodoma is the capital of Tasania, its economic conditions are very backward, and the purchasing power of residents is not enough. I almost forgot to mention that the vegetables here are very expensive, no less expensive than in City A.
Here I met a black kid named Hubb whose father was one of my patients, and that's how we got to know each other.
He doesn't go to school, most of the kids here don't go to school because of poverty.
It's hard for you to imagine that a skinny, dark-skinned child, still childish, lives on the street picking up trash or stealing all day long. They're too young for you to blame these kids for stealing.
Poverty breeds crime. This is a hard fact to change.
Qianqian, when I see them, I think of my childhood. Back then, I had books to read and food to eat, and my mother didn’t force me to work as a child laborer.
In comparison, I am much happier than these children, but I did not enjoy this gift when I was young, but spent my youth in jealousy and resentment.
When people are alive, they really shouldn't care about every detail, otherwise the one who suffers will always be themselves.
Besides, Habu, this is a very strong and self-reliant kid. Every day, he pushes a bicycle with a red plastic crate on the back, and sells beer to passers-by along Dodoma's main road. I can earn about 30 shillings a day, equivalent to RMB 21.
Every time he finishes work, he always leaves me a bottle of beer. I have told this kid many times that doctors are not allowed to drink, and he blinked and looked at me. I thought maybe he didn't understand me.
This is a grateful kid, because I saved his father's life and gave him a few packs of biscuits from China. He always thinks of me well.
He is simple and will grow up to be a kind man, just like you.
The night before yesterday, I dreamed about my father, his appearance was vague, but I clearly saw him laughing at me.
He told me that he met my mother down there, and they sat on a rock and talked a lot, including mentioning me. I asked my father at the time, what did my mother say about me? He touched my head and said your mother missed you. After saying this, my dad left, and I couldn't catch up with him no matter how hard I tried.
Qianqian, I am very happy, but I am also a little regretful. I haven't been able to tell my dad that his son is now a doctor aiding Africa, and the five-star red flag is printed on the white coat.
However, the future is long, maybe I will dream of him again in a few days.
I don't know if it's because I'm getting older, but recently I keep thinking about the past, just when we were in college. Qianqian, I have said to myself more than once in my heart, if I could turn back time, I would get to know you again.
I set up a stall to sell things, and you accidentally broke my guitar. What a wonderful first meeting. We need to develop this relationship well.
Qianqian, I miss you very much, I haven't contacted you for so long, don't blame me.
I just want to try a real personal trip, without distractions and thoughts, and devote my body and mind to the land of Dodoma as much as possible.
In June this year, our medical team will return to China. It's just around the corner to my birthday, and I have a little birthday wish I hope you can say yes to—
Mr. Jiang Yuqian who is over 30 years old, can you learn to let go? Every time you send me a voice message, you either ask me how the weather is, or ask me if I have eaten. Can't you learn more coaxing love words to coax me
Do your homework well at home, and I will check when I come back.
You old-fashioned fool!
My mailing address filled in the house in Fuchun Garden. I don’t know if you still live there now. Hope you get it!
Haohao]
It is now May, and it took three months for this letter to be found in the mailbox by him.
Jiang Yuqian held the letter in his hands, reluctant to put it down, and read it over and over again. He smiled a little silly, but it was very clean, and he was already counting the date of the little lunatic's return in his heart.
There are also a few photos in the envelope, which are landscape photos, and it is just as the little madman said, the scenery is very vast.
Jiang Yuqian put the letter and postcard in an envelope, and put them in a drawer in the study.
He went to the kitchen to cook a decent dinner for himself, and he was so happy to be alone, which showed that he was very happy today.
Eating, washing dishes, taking a bath, blowing hair... Slowly, the time passed until eleven o'clock, and he rushed to bed, lying under the pillow, holding his mobile phone and giggling, thinking of something to say.
You can't be too honest, you have to be ambiguous.
"Haohao, I thought of a pose. Let's try it when you come back."
When Zhou Hao clicked on this voice, he was walking to his place of residence after get off work, and there were two colleagues beside him.
His face was flushed with embarrassment, and his colleague who didn't understand why was still asking solemnly, "What kind of posture, do you need two people to try it?"
Zhou Hao opened his mouth and said nonsense, "Just in the running posture."
Fortunately, my colleagues didn't ask any more questions.
Back in the dormitory, Zhou Hao also lay down on the bed. He pressed the recording button and said to the phone, "What posture?"
There was clearly waiting over there, and soon a picture came.
In the picture, two men are in front of the bathroom mirror, their fingers are intertwined, and their private parts are seamlessly fitted...
Zhou Hao just wanted to choose a few words to scold, but he preemptively asked, "Am I doing my homework well?"
"Childish!" Zhou Hao said angrily, but the corners of his mouth curved upward.
This made Jiang Yuqian so happy, he ran to the study and found the letter again, reread it over and over again...
The author has something to say:
This year, Zhou was 33 years old and Jiang was 30 years old, and they had been together for twelve years.
All that's left is the sweet biscuits!