Black satin

It's hot in August.

Didi Didi-!

Harsh cicadas, mixed with one whistle after another, echoed in the crowded streets. The scorching sun scorched the taupe asphalt pavement, and the heat surged, and the whole street seemed to be distorted.

Under the few shade trees on the roadside, several youths are clustered together, waiting for the traffic lights with cigarettes in their mouths.

Suddenly, a young man who was smoking a cigarette seemed to have found something, and with a sigh, his eyes fell on a corner somewhere.

"Arnold, what are you looking at?" Asked the companion beside him.

The young man named Arnold gawked at the corner of the street, and then spoke for a long time. "You say ... how do blind people cross the street?"

After a moment's hesitation, the companion spoke slowly: "Generally speaking, blind people are looked after when they go out, or are guided by guide dogs. If they are in a modern city, there are also voice broadcasts of traffic lights on the roadside. If it is really not possible, maybe they can move over a little by the sound and the guide stick?"

Arnold shook his head. "What if there is no one to look after, no guide dog, no voice broadcast, and even a guide stick is used to carry peanut oil?"

"... you think you are humorous?"

Companion turned supercilious look, follow Arnold's eyes to see the past, the next moment the whole people stay in place.

On the opposite corner of the road, I saw a teenager wearing black short sleeves standing there, with thick circles of black satin wrapped around his eyes, which completely blocked all the light.

His left hand is carrying a cheap shopping bag full of vegetables, and his right hand is dragging a guide rod on his shoulder, like carrying a pole. At the end of the guide rod, a big bucket of peanut oil from Huang Chengcheng is shining in the sun!

Black satin around eyes, blind stick on shoulder, vegetables in left hand, oil resistance in right hand ...

This incredible picture immediately attracted the attention of a large wave of people around.

"Hey, look, that man is so strange."

"With so much cloth on your eyes, can you see the road?"

"Didn't you see the guide stick in his hand? He was blind, okay?"

"Yes, and have you ever seen a blind man walk without a guide stick, but use it to carry things?"

"..."

The cicadas in summer can't hide the whispers of pedestrians around them. They look at the boy curiously, whisper whether he is really blind or not, and look at the flashing red light with some expectation.

At this moment, a clear voice sounded from the teenager's side.

"Brother, shall I help you cross the street?"

It was a little girl in school uniform, about twelve or thirteen years old, with a few drops of crystal sweat on her cheeks and a pair of big black eyes staring at the teenager with concern, pure and simple.

Young slightly one leng, tilting his head to the direction of the little girl, corners of the mouth emerge with a smile.

"hmm."

He hung the bag carrying vegetables on his right hand, freed his left hand to wipe the sweat at the corner of his clothes, and gently held the little girl's palm.

Bang-bang!

The green light is on.

The teenager took a step and walked across the road with the little girl.

The little girl was very nervous, and looked around at the cars on both sides, with careful and timid steps.

As for the boy ... He walked steadily.

In the eyes of everyone, this scene is not like a kind girl leading a blind man across the road, but like a big brother leading a child across the road.

The road was not wide, but in ten seconds, they reached the other side of the road. The teenager said thank you to the little girl and walked towards the remote roadway without looking back.

"He is not blind." When Arnold saw this scene, he said firmly, "He must see it."

Arnold behind a guy with his chin cupped in one hand, thoughtful, then like thinking, suddenly realize:

"I see, he is blind in cos!"

Pa-!

A big slap slapped him neatly on the back of the head, and Arnold swore and said, "Waste, you know how to play games day by day. Who is so idle and blind in the main road?" Don't die? "

After a pause of two seconds, Arnold added in a low voice: "Besides, the cloth that blind monks cover their eyes is red, which is not like cos's."

"Arnold, you said I ..."

"Shut up."

"Oh."

Just as the two men were bickering, the young man, who had been silent, stared at the back of the boy's departure and frowned slightly.

"What's the matter?" Arnold noticed his eyes.

"I know him."

"Know him?"

"That's right." The young man nodded. "When my cousin was still in elementary school, I heard that a student in their school had an accident, and there was something wrong with his eyes. He could only wrap his eyes with black satin. It is said that there are mental problems ..."

"Mental problems?" Arnold was stunned and carefully recalled the situation just now. "I think there seems to be no problem."

"That was ten years ago. Maybe people have recovered, but at that time, things seemed to be quite big. In a few days, the student dropped out of school. It is said that he was later transferred to a special school for the blind."

At this moment, another person interjected cheerfully: "Anyway, what was the accident?"? It can make people blind and have mental problems. It won't be evil, will it? "

I don't know. He paused. "But ... I hear it's even more ridiculous than that."

"It's from bad karma." Arnold sighed. "What's his name?"

"It seems to be called, Lin ... Lin ... Lin Qiye?"

...

In the sunset, Lin Qiye pushed the door open.

Almost instantly, the smell of food coming from the house got into his nose. He sniffed, swallowed and walked into the house with something.

Creaking!

The old door screeched, masking the sound of cooking coming from the kitchen. A middle-aged woman pushed open the kitchen door and saw Lin Qiye carrying big bags. She exclaimed and hurried forward.

"Xiao Qi, why did you carry so many things back at once?" The woman rubbed her hands on the apron, quickly helped Lin Qiye to take things, and poured out.

"Such a big barrel of peanut oil? Are you a child, misusing government subsidies again? "

"menstruation, the government subsidies for the disabled are used for living. I use it to buy oil to make the best use of it." Lin seven nights laughed.

"Nonsense, this money is reserved for you to go to college. How can it be used indiscriminately? I can tell you that the money earned by working in menstruation is actually enough to feed the three of us. Don't pay for it yourself."

Menstruation gently wiped the oil drum carefully with his hand, and his expression was a little sad. He whispered, "This big barrel of oil is still brand ... It costs a lot of money?"

Before Lin Qiye said anything, menstruation suddenly reacted.

"No ... how did you bring so many things back?"

"Oh, I met some kind people on the road and brought them back for me." Lin Qiye said calmly.

"Good, good, it seems that there are still many good people in the society ... have you thanked others well?"

"I have already thanked you." Lin Qiye changed the subject. "menstruation, where's Chin?"

"He's doing his homework on the balcony ... by the way, the doctor who has a routine check-up at the mental hospital this year has come and is resting in his room. You go and see the doctor, and menstruation will cook first, so I will call you."

Lin's seven nights' pace was a little slow, oh, and he turned and walked towards the bedroom.

...

"Hello, I'm a doctor in Sunshine Mental Hospital. My last name is Li."

Seeing Lin Qiye push the door and push in, the young man sitting on the small bench in the bedroom stood up and spoke gently. His face was wearing a pair of big black-rimmed glasses and looked sven.

Lin Qiye raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Didn't Dr. Han come before?"

"Dr. Han was promoted to vice president last year." Dr. Li smiled, and a little envy appeared in his eyes.

Lin Qiye nodded slightly, oh.

Also, Dr. Han is an old man with excellent medical skills. It is not surprising that he was promoted to vice president. It is natural to change a young doctor to review himself regularly.

Seeing Lin Qiye sit down, Dr. Li cleared his throat and took out a stack of case files from his bag.

"I'm sorry, because I'm just here, and I don't know much about your situation. Let me have a brief understanding first." Dr. Li has some apologies.

Lin Qiye nodded.

"Name is ... Lin Qiye?"

"Yes."

"I am seventeen years old this year."

"Yes."

"Well ... the case says that you were blind ten years ago and were sent to our hospital because of some problems?"

"Yes."

Dr. Li pondered for a long time. "Have you changed your name?"

"... no, why do you ask?" Lin Qiye one leng.

Dr. Li scratched his head shyly. "Ahem ... it seems that I think too much."

He held out his hand, pointed to the age on the medical record, and pointed to these three words ten years ago. "You see, you were blind ten years ago, when you were just seven years old, and your name happened to be Lin Qiye, so I thought you changed your name after blindness ..."

Lin Qiye was silent for a long time and shook his head. "No … I never changed my name. Before I was born, my parents gave me the name Lin Qiye."

"That's quite ... ahem." In the middle of Dr. Li's words, he realized that he was not polite and closed his mouth in time.

"What a coincidence." Lin Qiye said faintly, "It's really quite a coincidence."

Dr. Li was a little embarrassed, but he quickly changed the subject. "Well, the case doesn't seem to describe in detail the accident that caused your blindness and mental disorder. If it's convenient, can you tell me about it?"

Before Lin Qiye spoke, Dr. Li quickly added, "I didn't mean to offend. Only by knowing more about patients can we treat them better. Of course, if you don't want to talk about it, I won't force it."

Lin Qiye sat there quietly, under the black ribbon, and his eyes seemed to be staring at Dr. Li.

After a long time, he slowly said:

"There's nothing you can't say ... it's just that you may not believe it, and you may even take me back to a mental hospital."

"No, no, no, don't think of our relationship as a doctor-patient relationship. It's just a normal chat between friends. It won't come to that." Dr. Li said half jokingly, "Even if you told me that you were dragged into the blast furnace by the old gentleman, I would still believe it."

Lin seven nights silence for a moment, nodded slightly.

"When I was a child, I liked astronomy."

"Well, then what?"

"That night, I was lying on the roof of my old house watching the moon."

"What do you see? Moon rabbit? " Dr. Li laughed.

Lin Qiye shook his head, and his next sentence directly made Dr. Li's smile stiff on his face.

"No, I saw an angel." Lin Qiye spoke seriously, her hands still gestured in front of her.

"A blazing angel with six white wings shrouded in golden brilliance."