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Chapter 19 Pigeon (1)

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    I was about to see the post office. It was on the other side of the secluded street, with the front door behind a row of banyan trees, hiding in the shade, waiting for people to find it.  I have been waiting for a long time.

    It opens and closes on time, and there is a China Post logo on the glass door, which is green and looks like wild geese are flying.

    Those who don't know it will never know it, and those who miss it will always miss it.

    When it closed, the glass door closed first, and then the metal shutter was slowly lowered from the top, making a clanging sound that could be heard halfway across the street.  An auntie in a white shirt with green stripes bent down and locked it on the ground. She had many keys, rattling.

    The music echoed in my head, and my steps followed the rhythm of the music.  I like to make my own music, it makes my body feel light, every bone is knocked by the pleasant feeling of life.

    I look forward to the moment when the glass door is pushed open, the cold air inside will wrap you up all of a sudden, and every pore in your body will feel like eating ice cream.  The aunt with the bun behind her head kept her head buried, doing what she was doing.  The counter is so high that I can only see her hair.  However, she knew I was waiting.  That's how she is. She always has to wait for a while before talking to you, which shows that her work is much more important than yours.  When a certain time comes, that is, when the customer is about to lose patience, is about to get angry, and is about to speak accusations, she raises her head and glances at you, looking very tired and serious.

    She definitely still is.  I'm waiting patiently, I'm going to let her know I'm better educated than she is, so I'll keep waiting.  When she felt sorry, she raised her head, asked my name, and then handed me the letter: "Here, your email!"

    I will take my mail very seriously like an adult.  Then, I saw Xiaogen's characters, small and serious, like many small flies strung together.  There's the zip code, there's the address and my name, and there's his address and zip code.

    I hope he writes my name beautifully.  he will.

    Things are a little different than I expected.

    When I was about to approach the post office, a figure in the glass door made me suddenly stunned.

    I hesitated, my heart pounded, and I stood by the street, wondering what was going on.

    It was a tall man, in uniform despite the heat, as if he had just arrived from the provinces.  He gave me a familiar feeling.

    I walked a little further, a little closer to the post office, but just looked warily across the street.

    I'm ready, if there's anything going on there, I won't wait for them to find me, and immediately disappear like a sensitive primitive man.

    I glanced back at the road behind me, which led to a parking lot of a building.  I can run into the parking lot and turn out and there will always be an exit.  I can even run into the building and hide if the exit is blocked.

    When I got closer, I saw clearly that it was a policeman, gesticulating and talking to the aunt at the post office.  She obviously attached great importance to him, or what he had to say, because she stopped what she was doing and stood up to talk to him.

    After that, he turned around and went to the cubicle with the telephone outside the counter, and started calling.

    I recognized him, he is Uncle Ma, the policeman from Fengzhen!

    I spread my legs and ran towards the parking lot.  But I didn't go in. For a moment, I thought of the cameras inside and out, and immediately made another decision, turning to the west street.

    The hot wind under the sun was whistling in my ears, my forehead was swollen, and my heart was beating wildly in my chest, hurting my ribs.

    I ran like a startled horse.

    I am like a spinning wind page, the faster I spin, the less I will be seen

    80

    I returned to Black Edinburgh, quickly moved my den from the fourth floor to the eighth floor, and stayed there.

    In order for Ah Xing and Ah Huang to find me, I tore off a button on my clothes like the British nobles in the 18th century, and tied it to a small wooden stick to make a code.  I forgot what book this is from.

    Even so, I am still uneasy.  Many places in the building that were supposed to be inside are now fully exposed, and those unfinished concrete prefabricated steps are also exposed in broad daylight.  The corridors that should be equipped with glass curtain walls are empty, scattered with dry redbud flowers.

    At a certain time, specifically, at noon every day, as long as the weather is fine, a group of pigeons from the other side of the river will fly over and rest on the wide corridor on the fourth floor.  They are so calm, turning a blind eye to me, let me"I've already found a job for Ultraman. But, it looks like it's going to be yellow!"

    I looked at Ah Xing expectantly: "What job?"

    "Selling newspapers. My mother agreed to let you sell newspapers with me. It's a good job!"

    That's a really good job.  However, it is so frustrating that I can no longer show my face!

    81

    According to Jacques' prompt, we went to the tuberculosis hospital to inquire about the situation.  If my father's illness is not good, he will definitely go to such a place.  However, we got nothing. The doctor said that the patient's medical records are confidential and it is impossible for us to check them.

    We sat in the small courtyard of the hospital, not knowing what to do for a while.  Later, the doctor who chased us away happened to come out, and she took off her hat, and we didn't know she was a woman.  She told us that only patients with registered permanent residence in the province are admitted here for free.  If Dad's is still in the contagious period, he will definitely be treated in the local hospital where he is registered.

    Jacques asked Ah Xing to bring me a message through QQ: find it somewhere with music.

    However, I'm afraid I can no longer walk around the city with a high face all day long like in the past.

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