Large truck deep cabinet driver×Disabled newsstand owner
Background around 2008.
Stories about ordinary people.
Small town literature.
First person.
Copywriting:
I miss her all the time.
I think of the way she looked when she came out of that door in her wheelchair.
I think of her sitting in front of the phone, flipping through the book day after day.
I think of the rolling green hills outside the window behind her...
I couldn't sleep all night long thinking about it.
I can no longer drive a good car, and I can no longer make good money. As soon as I closed my eyes, her face was all in front of me, and her voice was all in my ears——
She said: "This is not called living, Fu Chuan."
She said: "You are obviously wet."
She said: "I don't want any prosthetics, I don't want a new wheelchair, and I don't want you to take me out anymore.
I just want you to love me, now. "
I don't know what love is.
So I set out at one o'clock in the morning, crossed Zhangye and walked to the Salt Lake, and then entered Sichuan for 800 kilometers from dawn to dusk.
Knocked on the door and climbed on her legs.
I knelt on her wheelchair and sat on her numb legs. I hugged her and let the hands touch her back and throat...
I raised my head and listened to the snowflakes falling to the ground outside the window, and listened to the spring tide and the migratory birds flying back.
I lowered my head and saw the fish leaping into the water, its new stamens wet with flower dew.
But she is asking again, she is still asking:
"Do you love me or not?"
Intention: Be encouraged in time, time waits for no one
