The hell you step on is only the reflection of heaven, and the story of my lips will eventually be the ashes of time.

Hanzi was in my class in college and was my backup in the college basketball team. His physical quality is very good, life is tall and handsome, but it is a pity that he is too lazy and his skills are poor. He must be on the bench for an important game. He often depends on the captain to go on the court for a while, putting him up is a burst of nonsense, either putting a "no-stick" three-point shot or rebounding and swollen his ankle.

that doesn't count. Haozi's grades are very poor, and he is basically a truant professional, but he is proficient in falling in love, fighting, setting up an online game team, and so on.

one day, Haozi told me, monitor, now I'm the fucking boss of our school if anyone wants to cut it, squeak!

I said, not yet, thank you in advance!

Hanzi held out his fitness finger and poked in the air, saying, you're welcome, your people, squeak, ah, you must squeak!

Haozi's fate took a sharp turn from 04:00, and the whole man rushed forward with a beating of chicken blood. First, the ball skills are advanced, striving for physical exercise, and then, absenteeism throughout the year, to the community to assemble a model acting team, do their agents, the national hole to earn money.

at that time, Haozi often called me in the middle of the night, and the content was repeated over and over again, which can be divided into three categories:

one is, monitor, guess how many thousands I made today?

the second is, monitor, I was chased and beaten yesterday. How many people do you think I was cut?

the third is, to monitor, you must help me withstand the roll call of the school!

my popular answer is that you want to come back safely. Your current roll call is full attendance. If you don't come back, I think I will be cut by the school. Also, try to be as early as possible. I can't stand it.

I worked hard for a year, and before graduation, Haozi was turned out by the school because he failed in self-control, and the self-control teacher forced him to hold him down and hold him back.

when Haozi received the news, he rushed to the school to find a self-control teacher desperately. The self-control teacher once studied abroad, not only rigorous in his studies, but also very much like the youth of Fusang in his life and clothes. As far as I can remember, she seemed to wear a silk stockings skirt all day in college, and even on a snowy winter day, she didn't forget to show off a pair of beautiful legs without pants.

Hanzi said I'm going to spell "Buchuan pants'"!

I said, calm down. Buchanan is not a bad person. Even in Fusang for many years, people have become a little single-minded. If you have a good talk with her, there may be a chance, but don't do it.

I said, remember, the trick is to pretend to be a grandson.

Hanzi went to find the Buchuan theory, and I waited for my friends to eavesdrop at the door of the office.

Hanzi talked painstakingly and tearfully for a long time, and finally, Buchuan asked softly, if I let you graduate, what is your ideal in life?

Hanzi said: my ideal in life is to earn 1 million yuan in three years after graduation.

"ha" ~ Buchuan let out an earth-shaking laugh in the office, and she told Haozi to get out of here. She said that a person who doesn't even know what to eat can be of no use in society. You're-- you're going to be held back!

after this, we graduated, Haozi stayed behind, and there was no news.

another year later, Haozi called to say that he had graduated and went to Xinjiang to play CUBA and earned some good sneakers.

another year later, Haozi called and said that someone on the college team got married and asked me if I wanted to join in.

I said, whatever! You tell me the account number and I'll transfer money to you, said Haozi. Don't worry about that little money.

two years later, Haozi called and said monitor, could you call me as soon as possible for my money?

I said, OK! Where are you? Are you in a hurry?

Hanzi said, hurry, I'll wait for the plane to catch, hurry up, I'm starving!

after that, I haven't heard from Haozi for several years, until last year, when he came to Hangzhou on business, he specially rented a car to Ningbo to see me.

Hanzi seems to have changed, there is no more hostility in his eyes, and his big eyes wrapped in gold frames follow the style of a mansion with grace and gentleness.

I said, have you taken it these years?

he said I went to Kazakhstan.

I said, what are you going to do?

he said, I graduated into a pipeline company, and then engaged in engineering construction I can bear hardships, and then went abroad to engage in construction.

I said, yes! I am planning to have an alumni reunion for ten years after graduation. You must come then!

Hiroko said, OK! I want to donate some money for the reunion. But if Buchuan pants come, I won't go.

Nothing can stand to be compared with wedding dresses under 500. The easy way with the highest high value.

I said, why?

Hanzi said: Buchuan doesn't like me and thinks I don't know what I eat. I'm afraid she'll see me again, which will hit her life too hard.

I said, doesn't Buchuan despise your ideal? Did you make it happen?

Hanzi said, "ideal?" He skillfully pushed gold wire glasses, Juntong secret service in general, a hypocritical book said, three years 1 million that? It has been overfulfilled.

I said, by the way, why did you come back after a good stay abroad?

Hiroko said, my mother is gone, do you know?

I was stuck in mid-air for a moment.

Hiroko said, my mother, has cancer.

Hanzi said: in fact, I went abroad desperately to earn money to make medical expenses for my mother.

Hanzi said: I am in a hurry to return home because I know it is useless to earn more money. I want to accompany my mother through the last journey of my life.

Hiroko began to explain to me how to accompany his mother in the last years of life. This is not his usual impression in my mind at all. He is very calm as if telling other people's stories. He's calm. He's shredding. Cocoon peeling told me without a trace of anger: how he cooks and cooks, spoonful by spoonful for his mother to eat; how he washes clothes and supports the floor, scrubbing his mother's body bit by bit. How did he teach himself massage to make his mother feel more comfortable, and how did he rush home to visit his father during his mother's nap?

because it is advanced cancer, the hospital does not recommend surgical resection.

Father is indifferent and hesitant. My father told him that it is up to you to decide whether to do the operation or not. I can no longer bear it.

after listening to his father, Haozi locked himself in the bathroom, pointed at himself in the mirror, and scolded again and again. Why am I so stupid? Why can't you make up your mind? Why is life so hard?

then he hit his head against the wall and slapped himself with his big mouth.

then he opened the window and stared at the floor, weighing whether to put an end to this miserable day.

then he washed his crying eyes in the bathroom, saved a smiling face, wound up, and continued to cook, wash clothes and wipe the floor.

"in the end, I lost weight and became a handful of dry wood." Hiroko said, "Mom walked very quietly."

"on the day of the memorial service, many people came to the hospital unexpectedly. Patients, nurses, and attending doctors who specially asked for leave said that they had never seen such a filial man. The more they said, the more I cried. I cried so much that many people couldn't help it, so they just started crying with me, "says Hao.

Hanzi and I were sitting in a cafe on Xinhe Road in Jiangdong District. At 01:30, the cafe was ready to close. The light was dim and yellow, and in the distance, the waiter began to clean up the floor, and the two of us suddenly hugged our heads and cried bitterly.

the autumn night in Ningbo is very serene, and the river wind passes through the leaves of Patong, clattering as if to crush this night.

Hanzi said, Don't cry, we add up to nearly 3.8 meters, right?

I said, yes, we are two gentlemen, don't be scared by others.

We came out of the coffee and strolled along the river, and I said, what's your plan next?

Hanzi said, next, I'm going to find a good girl to marry.

Hanzi said, my condition is not high, that is, there is one thing, there is room for my father. After I get married, I want my father to live with us.

Hanzi finally took a taxi and disappeared at the end of the autumn night. Before leaving, he said, do you remember when we played the "three-man system" (basketball) of the whole school before graduation, we were beaten like dogs by three big guys who were more than two meters long?

I said, remember, didn't you throw the first three-pointer in your life, and then we reversed the whistle?

Hiroko said, yes! Before throwing it, I thought foolishly, shit-- come to an end!

I once saw a poem, "the hell you step on is only the reflection of heaven, and the story on the corner of my lips will eventually be the ashes of time." Haozi's life just confirms the previous sentence, and I can't wait to write it down. I think, when time turns to ashes, people will still remember these stories on the corners of their lips.

this is by no means a novel, nor is it just a story.