Lao Xia
About This Novel
In my drawer, there is a brown paper envelope with a book inside. There are several yellowed papers sandwiched in the book. I know the specific content and what they represent, so I don't open it easily. After careful calculation, I haven't touched it for about four or five years, even though I see them often, and, in my heart, I know what their quiet existence means to my future life. This morning, as soon as I arrived at the department, I heard that the hospital was going to be re-planned and the morgue, power distribution room and carpentry room next to the south wall would be demolished. This news made my heart ache. The long-lost sadness and sorrow spread and flooded my whole body like a river bursting its banks, and I could hardly hold myself back.
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