The sudden outbreak of SARS made everyone feel anxious. When Song Min first watched the report on TV, she felt that this matter was very far away from him.
Until a suspected case appeared in the building, the corridor was blocked, and all residents were sent to the city central hospital for observation
Song Min touched the needle hole on her elbow in fear, and then walked away while the person was not paying attention.
Those doctors wearing thick protective clothing and protective masks in Song Min's eyes were like the police who sent her to the forced rehabilitation center back then, which made people feel frightened.
She wandered on the bleak and deserted streets and found that most of the citizens who went out were wearing masks. When she passed by several supermarkets, many advertising boards for white vinegar were posted at the door.
She also saw someone buy a large bag of Bupleurum and isatis roots in a pharmacy. A seal even appeared at the entrance of a primary school. The pungent smell of disinfectant water spread nearby.
Only then did Song Min realize that the disaster was much more serious than expected.
She ran back to the hair salon in horror, but the proprietress bombed her out because the proprietress planned to close her business for a few days and return to her hometown, stay in Ansheng for a while before returning.
Song Min unknowingly wandered to the west bridge cave in the city where Xiaoyun happened to meet. This daytime prostitution place only left a bunch of cigarette butts, condoms, and underwear that I don't know which woman was stripped off.
Song Min occupied this bridge alone. When she was hungry, she went to a nearby small shop to buy small pastries. When she became addicted to drugs, she used the needle in her bag to inject sporadic doses.
The sound of the night train whistles always makes her unable to sleep. When the train passes, the silent night becomes a terrifying abyss again.
The money is almost gone, and the heroin is almost gone. She leans on the wet and cold bricks in despair and stomps her feet constantly
The cold air in early winter made people's muscles and bones, and she was so hungry that she was dazed, Song Min suddenly fainted in the bridge hole
What is it?
A dark cloud floated from the sky, she stared at herself, and then suddenly it started to rain. The raindrops fell on her eyelids, her face, and then she slid into her mouth along her cheeks.
It is salty and moist, like jade dew with salt, it is hard to drink Ah, it is really hard to drink!
Someone was slapping her face, and the cool hands brushed her ears. The distant horizon gradually came a familiar sound, as if it was blurred through a layer of fabric.
What was that person calling? Sister Min, Sister Min... Are you calling her? Why is his voice trembling and tender?
Song Min seemed to wake up, but still seemed to be immersed in her dream
I saw a girl crying in the rain taking off her white mask. Her crystal heavy tears fell on her nose like a broken string of beads, making her nose sore
After seeing Xiaoyun burst into tears and laughing, Song Min suddenly burst into tears like a child.
She hugged Xiaoyun tightly and murmured: Xiaoyun wow... Xiaoyun Ah...
As soon as she got home, Song Min smelled a strong smell of white jealousy, and saw the butterfly lying on the bed, covering her little nose, frowning.
Xiaoyun told her that the suspected case was just a cold and fever, and was not infected with SARS.
Song Min breathed a sigh of relief, and because of her fatigue, she fell on the sofa. The strong sleepiness came irresistibly, and she entered a sweet dream.
In early 2003, G-city was still shrouded in the terrifying SARS. The hair salon where Song Min works closed, and the small restaurant where Xiaoyun works closed. The money she saved was already tight, and Xiaoyun couldn't even buy pork, not to mention that some vegetables were still rising at this time, which made her very worried.
However, what makes Xiaoyun the most sad is the drug addiction that Song Min can't quit
There has been much less supply during this period. Whenever Song Min gets addicted to drugs, he is like a broken winged angel tied to a cross and roasted.
The whole body is climbing by like a poisonous insect, and the heart is as uncomfortable as if there are millions of ants chewing at her.
The drug addiction attack cannot be relieved once, she is like walking in the gates of hell, this feeling is even more unbearable than having a baby
Maybe it was because she felt that her life candle was melting at an accelerated speed, and the depressed white horror made her feel like she was falling into the end of the world.
So, she took advantage of the afternoon when Xiaoyun was not at home, and went out to buy a few grams of drugs. Before going out, she widened her eyes and put them in front of the butterfly to threaten her.
Butterfly quickly shrank into the corner and blinked in fear. Song Mincai hummed and took the door out.
Didi saw Aunt Song showing her a naughty and lively smile, but this smile was hidden in Die's little head for a long time.
She thought Aunt Song was obviously very good when she smiled, but she was just smiling weakly and very pale.
Song Min brought back heroin and viruses. She became the first SARS case in this building
As a result, she had a high fever late at night near the Spring Festival
Xiaoyun, who had been sleeping soundly and soundly, seemed to hear the choking sound of a woman slapping her chest in her dream. The fragments of the dream had not completely disappeared, so Xiaoyun woke up slowly.
It was wet and cold rain outside, making the already lifeless winter night even more desolate
She put on her slippers in confusion and walked to the bathroom following the sound. As soon as she opened the door, she found that Song Min was squatting in front of the toilet, vomiting wet and yellow filth, her face was covered with fine sweat, her cheeks seemed to have been burned, but her dry and cracked lips were pale
Her heart skipped a beat, and she ran over to look at her forehead in horror, immediately withdrew her hand, and immediately retreated reflexively, but the tears of Song Min pulled the corner of her clothes tightly by the tears.
The weak Song Min cried bitterly in despair: Xiaoyun... My head hurts so much, it's about to crack... I can't get up... Am I going to die? Am I really going to die... I don't want to die, I don't want to die yet... Xiaoyun...
I suddenly thought of Chen Qingnan before I died. Maybe he has become old at this moment. He is holding another woman's bad fate. I am willing to accept it. At this moment, I still miss the ignorant years of the past. I want to complain to the King of Hell and ask him to quickly take over you, Xiaoyun, Xiaoyun, it's so bitter. There is a cloud made of rain in the wind. Yun Ah crying every day. How many times have you cried for me? What are you and I? I can't find the answer...
***
Citizens in G City are very sensitive to the warning lights and sirens of ambulances during this period. This year's Spring Festival has no New Year atmosphere. The late-night ambulance is more like a terrifying monster who seeks life and takes his soul into their ears.
Song Min was isolated, and Xiaoyun and Die were also isolated as key observation objects.
The doctor took their temperature seriously, checked their heart rate, etc., but the active butterfly twisted her body to resist.
She didn't want the cold glass stick to rest under her armpits, it was so uncomfortable!
During the twisting, butterfly's two eyelids suddenly jumped up wildly. She felt that her heart had become so panicked for no reason. She instantly covered her eyes, and she didn't want to see anyone!
Xiaoyun thought she was crying, patted her back and comforted the butterfly, and lured her to take her body temperature properly
That night, a strange dream appeared in Butterfly's mind
She remembered that she seemed to see a red butterfly flying to her mother. The red butterfly sheds red tears and sprinkles with bright red pink
The soft hair like black hair poured down, and the bright blood-like canna bloomed around my mother's sad cheeks. The reed flowers swayed like Aunt Song's waist like a strong wind and weak willow
The sad and moist eyes of the red butterfly are like fragrant ash stained with water. The black spots on her body are emitting a strange smell of rotten smell, which is in a strong contrast with the fragrance of canna.
Butterfly covered her nose tightly in the dream, but she didn't understand why her mother looked so sad
My mother was blocked by the black hair of the red butterfly. What were they talking about? She also wanted to listen to it when she got so close!
However, when she rushed to her mother, the red butterfly turned into a red halo, and rose up like blue smoke.
The red butterfly is flying away!
The familiar tune came from the air, which seemed to be the song that Aunt Song often played. Butterfly remembered it very clearly because it contained the name of her mother, but now it is like a requiem, ethereal and sad.
Why is the cloud made of rain? How can clouds have a heart? Why is it raining in their hearts? Every drop is all you, who are you? She is still young and she doesn’t know anything.
When Butterfly woke up, she raised her fist with a loss. Mom is no longer by her side, where has she been?
She sat up and was about to call her mother loudly
Fortunately, my mother has telepathy with her. She is still thinking about her mother, so she comes back
The red almond eyes were filled with a clear spring, and the mother was so slim and soft. She put her clothes together with her slender hands and took her into her arms.
Well, it’s the warmest and most comfortable mom’s arms!
Butterfly suddenly heard her mother's trembling breathing. She sat on her mother's lap and twisted her hair, but she was hit with a few drops of water beads with warmth.
Butterfly wiped her forehead, she was puzzled. Could it be raining in the house?
When he was puzzled, the butterfly heard his mother's song sound like a requiem, as if it were there or not, as if the snow-white sheets in the cold and frosty room.
Riding the wind, the moon, the worries are you
Always in the middle of the night, it turns into a dream, and shoot my loneliness
Riding the wind, the moon, the worries, the sparks, stars, fog are you
Go with you yesterday, and go with you tomorrow, stay Ah and stay here
Diehan smiled foolishly. She thought that her mother sang so nicely. Did she sing it for me?
Until a suspected case appeared in the building, the corridor was blocked, and all residents were sent to the city central hospital for observation
Song Min touched the needle hole on her elbow in fear, and then walked away while the person was not paying attention.
Those doctors wearing thick protective clothing and protective masks in Song Min's eyes were like the police who sent her to the forced rehabilitation center back then, which made people feel frightened.
She wandered on the bleak and deserted streets and found that most of the citizens who went out were wearing masks. When she passed by several supermarkets, many advertising boards for white vinegar were posted at the door.
She also saw someone buy a large bag of Bupleurum and isatis roots in a pharmacy. A seal even appeared at the entrance of a primary school. The pungent smell of disinfectant water spread nearby.
Only then did Song Min realize that the disaster was much more serious than expected.
She ran back to the hair salon in horror, but the proprietress bombed her out because the proprietress planned to close her business for a few days and return to her hometown, stay in Ansheng for a while before returning.
Song Min unknowingly wandered to the west bridge cave in the city where Xiaoyun happened to meet. This daytime prostitution place only left a bunch of cigarette butts, condoms, and underwear that I don't know which woman was stripped off.
Song Min occupied this bridge alone. When she was hungry, she went to a nearby small shop to buy small pastries. When she became addicted to drugs, she used the needle in her bag to inject sporadic doses.
The sound of the night train whistles always makes her unable to sleep. When the train passes, the silent night becomes a terrifying abyss again.
The money is almost gone, and the heroin is almost gone. She leans on the wet and cold bricks in despair and stomps her feet constantly
The cold air in early winter made people's muscles and bones, and she was so hungry that she was dazed, Song Min suddenly fainted in the bridge hole
What is it?
A dark cloud floated from the sky, she stared at herself, and then suddenly it started to rain. The raindrops fell on her eyelids, her face, and then she slid into her mouth along her cheeks.
It is salty and moist, like jade dew with salt, it is hard to drink Ah, it is really hard to drink!
Someone was slapping her face, and the cool hands brushed her ears. The distant horizon gradually came a familiar sound, as if it was blurred through a layer of fabric.
What was that person calling? Sister Min, Sister Min... Are you calling her? Why is his voice trembling and tender?
Song Min seemed to wake up, but still seemed to be immersed in her dream
I saw a girl crying in the rain taking off her white mask. Her crystal heavy tears fell on her nose like a broken string of beads, making her nose sore
After seeing Xiaoyun burst into tears and laughing, Song Min suddenly burst into tears like a child.
She hugged Xiaoyun tightly and murmured: Xiaoyun wow... Xiaoyun Ah...
As soon as she got home, Song Min smelled a strong smell of white jealousy, and saw the butterfly lying on the bed, covering her little nose, frowning.
Xiaoyun told her that the suspected case was just a cold and fever, and was not infected with SARS.
Song Min breathed a sigh of relief, and because of her fatigue, she fell on the sofa. The strong sleepiness came irresistibly, and she entered a sweet dream.
In early 2003, G-city was still shrouded in the terrifying SARS. The hair salon where Song Min works closed, and the small restaurant where Xiaoyun works closed. The money she saved was already tight, and Xiaoyun couldn't even buy pork, not to mention that some vegetables were still rising at this time, which made her very worried.
However, what makes Xiaoyun the most sad is the drug addiction that Song Min can't quit
There has been much less supply during this period. Whenever Song Min gets addicted to drugs, he is like a broken winged angel tied to a cross and roasted.
The whole body is climbing by like a poisonous insect, and the heart is as uncomfortable as if there are millions of ants chewing at her.
The drug addiction attack cannot be relieved once, she is like walking in the gates of hell, this feeling is even more unbearable than having a baby
Maybe it was because she felt that her life candle was melting at an accelerated speed, and the depressed white horror made her feel like she was falling into the end of the world.
So, she took advantage of the afternoon when Xiaoyun was not at home, and went out to buy a few grams of drugs. Before going out, she widened her eyes and put them in front of the butterfly to threaten her.
Butterfly quickly shrank into the corner and blinked in fear. Song Mincai hummed and took the door out.
Didi saw Aunt Song showing her a naughty and lively smile, but this smile was hidden in Die's little head for a long time.
She thought Aunt Song was obviously very good when she smiled, but she was just smiling weakly and very pale.
Song Min brought back heroin and viruses. She became the first SARS case in this building
As a result, she had a high fever late at night near the Spring Festival
Xiaoyun, who had been sleeping soundly and soundly, seemed to hear the choking sound of a woman slapping her chest in her dream. The fragments of the dream had not completely disappeared, so Xiaoyun woke up slowly.
It was wet and cold rain outside, making the already lifeless winter night even more desolate
She put on her slippers in confusion and walked to the bathroom following the sound. As soon as she opened the door, she found that Song Min was squatting in front of the toilet, vomiting wet and yellow filth, her face was covered with fine sweat, her cheeks seemed to have been burned, but her dry and cracked lips were pale
Her heart skipped a beat, and she ran over to look at her forehead in horror, immediately withdrew her hand, and immediately retreated reflexively, but the tears of Song Min pulled the corner of her clothes tightly by the tears.
The weak Song Min cried bitterly in despair: Xiaoyun... My head hurts so much, it's about to crack... I can't get up... Am I going to die? Am I really going to die... I don't want to die, I don't want to die yet... Xiaoyun...
I suddenly thought of Chen Qingnan before I died. Maybe he has become old at this moment. He is holding another woman's bad fate. I am willing to accept it. At this moment, I still miss the ignorant years of the past. I want to complain to the King of Hell and ask him to quickly take over you, Xiaoyun, Xiaoyun, it's so bitter. There is a cloud made of rain in the wind. Yun Ah crying every day. How many times have you cried for me? What are you and I? I can't find the answer...
***
Citizens in G City are very sensitive to the warning lights and sirens of ambulances during this period. This year's Spring Festival has no New Year atmosphere. The late-night ambulance is more like a terrifying monster who seeks life and takes his soul into their ears.
Song Min was isolated, and Xiaoyun and Die were also isolated as key observation objects.
The doctor took their temperature seriously, checked their heart rate, etc., but the active butterfly twisted her body to resist.
She didn't want the cold glass stick to rest under her armpits, it was so uncomfortable!
During the twisting, butterfly's two eyelids suddenly jumped up wildly. She felt that her heart had become so panicked for no reason. She instantly covered her eyes, and she didn't want to see anyone!
Xiaoyun thought she was crying, patted her back and comforted the butterfly, and lured her to take her body temperature properly
That night, a strange dream appeared in Butterfly's mind
She remembered that she seemed to see a red butterfly flying to her mother. The red butterfly sheds red tears and sprinkles with bright red pink
The soft hair like black hair poured down, and the bright blood-like canna bloomed around my mother's sad cheeks. The reed flowers swayed like Aunt Song's waist like a strong wind and weak willow
The sad and moist eyes of the red butterfly are like fragrant ash stained with water. The black spots on her body are emitting a strange smell of rotten smell, which is in a strong contrast with the fragrance of canna.
Butterfly covered her nose tightly in the dream, but she didn't understand why her mother looked so sad
My mother was blocked by the black hair of the red butterfly. What were they talking about? She also wanted to listen to it when she got so close!
However, when she rushed to her mother, the red butterfly turned into a red halo, and rose up like blue smoke.
The red butterfly is flying away!
The familiar tune came from the air, which seemed to be the song that Aunt Song often played. Butterfly remembered it very clearly because it contained the name of her mother, but now it is like a requiem, ethereal and sad.
Why is the cloud made of rain? How can clouds have a heart? Why is it raining in their hearts? Every drop is all you, who are you? She is still young and she doesn’t know anything.
When Butterfly woke up, she raised her fist with a loss. Mom is no longer by her side, where has she been?
She sat up and was about to call her mother loudly
Fortunately, my mother has telepathy with her. She is still thinking about her mother, so she comes back
The red almond eyes were filled with a clear spring, and the mother was so slim and soft. She put her clothes together with her slender hands and took her into her arms.
Well, it’s the warmest and most comfortable mom’s arms!
Butterfly suddenly heard her mother's trembling breathing. She sat on her mother's lap and twisted her hair, but she was hit with a few drops of water beads with warmth.
Butterfly wiped her forehead, she was puzzled. Could it be raining in the house?
When he was puzzled, the butterfly heard his mother's song sound like a requiem, as if it were there or not, as if the snow-white sheets in the cold and frosty room.
Riding the wind, the moon, the worries are you
Always in the middle of the night, it turns into a dream, and shoot my loneliness
Riding the wind, the moon, the worries, the sparks, stars, fog are you
Go with you yesterday, and go with you tomorrow, stay Ah and stay here
Diehan smiled foolishly. She thought that her mother sang so nicely. Did she sing it for me?
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