After 90 blind girls living alone on the Internet CONTENTS

Two years after I met Chen Wei, I first had a meal together, and then I went to my house to look for her, and we slept in the same bed for the third time — a little bit fast, but the friendship of the girls was always so happy that a couple of naked friends were born at dawn. It's not very strict, because I'm the only one who saw her naked. In fact, she can't see me at all, and she never even knows what I look like. It's not an event. It's just a plain word — she has no ability to see me. One.

The platitude is a person with visual impairment. I knew that when I first met her, so I had the impression that... The blind woman with the sunglasses on the staff, who hides a obstinate eye under the lens, comes out of her beautiful, colourless pupil, whose feet are knocked out of the bottom of the blind cane with the ping-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong-pong. And then, suddenly, the platinum appeared in front of me, very quiet, without any additional noise, and it scared me. "Are you the journalist who spoke today?" This is the first time I've talked to people with visual impairments, lacked experience, I've noded my head, but she can't see it, and the neck is asking for answers to that blank. It was only after I realized that I added a resounding response: “Yes, it is me. Are you a platitude?” She followed my voice and turned her face to me, and I saw her without sunglasses, smiling in her mouth and smiling in the air, as if I was floating in half. "It's me. I'm late. Did you wait long?" Chen put his hands out, 10 fingers moved around, and I moved towards me, and I got up, and I reached out to her with my 10 fingers, and led her to me: “Come here, sit here on the couch.”

"Thank you. I'm familiar here. Let me do it myself. It's okay."

As a matter of fact, her toes were just kicked to the edge of the couch, and she immediately bended her waist, and the smart fingers were quickly plunging to the low cushions, and the palms were cuddled, leading the body to turn and sit on the couch, then pulling the back shoulder over to the chest, pulling a cell phone out of it, and the finger was sliding very fast on the screen. I'm so curious about this series of surprises. This blind woman is far from my imagination — she doesn't wear sunglasses, she doesn't deliberately hide her flaws, her hands are empty, she throws out another sign of the blind; she seems to come to the restaurant often, she knows the layout and display; she also uses her mobile phone, not the type of special machine that can only call, send information, but rather the normal, brand-like, and even newer than me. In one moment, the interviewer, I don't know which question to throw first, asked without asking, looked at the text for half a minute. She's busy, she's got the voice of an AI girl on her cell phone, who can dump hundreds of words in a few seconds, and she's very fast, squeezing the funny sound like the tape when it rolls in the tape, and she can't hear the content. I thought she was going to play it again, but she reacted immediately, and she put her phone in her left ear, turned her face to the right, and her right hand finger slipped and picked it on the screen. And I said, "I'm sorry, I'm a little curious. Did you have any special software on your phone?"

The voice of the AI girl is still poking, and when the sound stops, the Chen will raise his head a little bit, and say to my place: "No, I'm narrating," and the phone will squirt at her. I don't get it, but it's not funny to go on and take a look at her mobile phone screen, and look at it, and she's talking to someone, and there's a big text on the screen. How does an invisible person read the text? How do you reply to each other? I'm getting curious. And then she started talking, and she said, "You have it on your phone."

"What's up?"

"Speaks, you can open."

"Oh, can I too? I'll try."

"You don't have to open it, you can see it, you don't have to open it. I'm just telling you that your phone has that function."

She's saying things like that, but I'm stuck with something, and then I'm like, "Is this lingo working?"

And then he answered, "Well, I can't see, I can only open the text message on the `confide' screen, as I am now listening to the tweets I've been sent."

"Assisting"? Is that what just happened? Can you understand? I don't believe it. And she was firm: "You too." The finger was crossed a few times on the screen and added the following sentence: "I didn't understand at first, I had to practice more, I couldn't, I had to work with my phone."

"Working on a cell phone?"

"Yeah, I'll get back to work now. Excuse me for a few minutes?"

I suddenly thought today's interview would be a great one. Every move made by this girl is beyond expectations and constantly undermines my basic perception of the visually impaired. Before I met her, I never thought that a visually impaired person could use a smartphone like most people, even work on a cell phone, and that she would come alone and calm down. Then I became aware that the shock was nothing. In the days that followed, we met six times, and each time she showed me the infinite possibility of a blind woman — far away from her family — living alone in small apartments, working in Internet companies, performing all over the country, going to hospitals alone for surgery and even completing a whole range of important life events, such as selling, buying and renovating. These are not easy things for a clear-sighted person, who has done everything she can, who has completely reversed my perception and has broken her life limit over and over again. She had said to me that it would not have been conceivable for a visually impaired person such as her to drift north alone 10 years ago, but that she could now live independently in Beijing in a way that was close to normal people. I asked her what had changed, she said, the way of life had changed. “It was necessary to go out with a cane, which was difficult to walk without a cane. It is not the same now, and sometimes the cane cannot be used for a day in a bag, but the opportunity to do so is the same.” She used her mobile phone to call, check maps and go to every unknown place. In the vast digital world behind her mobile phone, no one can easily discover her natural defects, and she can enjoy the same dignity and convenience as a visible person, can live a comfortable and self-sufficient life in the city, can walk out of the house bravely and without a cane. Two.

The interview that followed that day, me and Chen Wei were in the dark. It's not that I'm looking for some kind of grand fairness, but we had an early appointment, and she's taking me through a “dark” lunch. It's a bad experience, and in the restaurant where all the lights go out, I'm dizzy, I can't eat, and the interview is done with willpower. The only thing I knew before was that I was not sick of cars or boats, and now I know that my short plate is black. I can't see the end of my sight, and this strange feeling keeps my little brain in the dark, and it's very excited, and it's a direct side effect of an aversion. The platitude of the platitudes, the darkness is her home, and the roles of the two of us are in tune. For two hours of meal, I became the weak who needed to be taken care of, and she became a queen in the darkness, and I followed her in all my actions. As soon as we entered the dark dining area, she said, "You put your hand on my shoulder, you feel my moves, I lift my legs, you lift my legs, I go up the steps." I don't know, "I can't see you. How do you know what you're doing?" She said, "Yes, your hand will feel my move, don't be afraid. Try it."

I tried. I almost fell on her first step. And she encouraged me, "You're not relaxed enough. Don't worry, I won't let you fall." I remember saying similar things to her before I went into the dark zone, in a bright corridor. Well, I try to relax myself and feel her movement, and it does have some effect — her shoulder shrugs in my hand, my mind lifts my leg, and I move on to a step, but I'm still at the bottom, and I'm restless at every step. And finally I felt the seat, and I sat down and I took a breath: "It's too hard not to see." I regret it and forget about the identity of the opposite person. Chen didn't mind taking my words immediately: "Yeah, it's not easy for you to feel me." She's smiling, I can hear it. I asked her some basics when she was waiting. “Does it sound like a congenital visual impairment?” “As it is, it is too small to see.” “Does it have a similar situation at home?” “No, it is just me.” I wondered, “Do you remember your life as a child?” She replied, “Yes, it smells like medicine.” I didn't talk, waiting in the dark for her to continue: “When I was a child, I treated my eyes in a hospital, I smelled it every day.

Apparently, the smell of these pills didn't work on her. I ask, “What happened after the hospital?” and then went to a school with disabilities outside the country, and we didn't have such a school in our home country.” “Does Mom and Dad go with you?” “No, I am alone.” “How many years old?” “7 years old.” “Is one able?” “Is one able to?” “is that kind of boarding school, with a living teacher.” “What happened later?” “When they finished high school, they went to Beijing University.” “No, the normal university has a disability specialty.” “Doesn't she have a job?” She smiles softly, “Does she have a living teacher?” “Is there a university?

I know that the majority of a disabled person is linked to his civil capacity, and that he is not able to take care of himself, even when he is of age, is dependent on his parents. In this sense, there is a bit of a positive radiance in the answers. Someone came very close, and a soft wind swept my arm, whispering in the dark faster than I knew, and she took the lead in saying, "Give me, I'll put it." I went down to see the food, of course, and I couldn't see anything, so I asked, "What is this? The waiter told me it was salad, and I was suddenly curious, and when the waiter left, he asked, "Do you think the waiter is visually impaired?" I asked her how she knew, and she said, "He's got a cocoon. I've got it."

It's like a sharp short-legged, big-headed nail that nails me into her world. And in a darkness like a river, I saw her poaching ten fingers, and upon her bellows a layer of dead skin, and sanctifying her strength and sophistication. She suddenly pulled my hand from the other end of the table, and her finger slipped on the tableboard and touched my finger: "Come on, give me your hand and I'll show you the salad."

"Touch the salad?" Her words always go beyond my understanding. "Yes, you can't see, you can't know, you can touch."

But I have some resistance to the salad sauce, and I said, "I'm not used to it. I'll try it first. I should taste it."

"Okay." She was a good one, and I had a fork in my right hand to pick up the food, and the first time I had a crooked fork, and once again, I put a broccoli-like dish on the table, and the fork was on the plate, and it was fighting, but nothing. It doesn't have to be reminded that my left hand feels like it's on the plate, touching, squeezing, squeezing, right hand with a fork, and left hand with the first bite, and both hands inevitably have sticky sauce. In that moment, I really hated the darkness, and it was a waste of time to make such a wonderful meal. The Chen listens to my actions very quietly and adds the appropriate phrase: "The hot food can't be touched in a moment, it burns, and I'll tell you when I touch it."

She's got a point, and I'm like, "Don't touch, don't burn."

"I'm fine. I'm used to it. I've got cocoons on my hands.

For the first time, I knew that cocoon on my hand was still working, and remembering the cocoon on the waiter's hand, I asked her, "Do you always have to eat?"

She smiled: "Not exactly, I touched it first, and I ate it with a utensils."

"Oh, no, I didn't mean that..."

I'd like to explain, but Chen just kind of cut me off: "I know, I'm kidding." "You don't have to worry about it, I'm not so sensitive, I'm a man with a thick skin, really, I hit an iron shelf in the hallway yesterday morning, and it's fine today!"

The bump in her mouth wasn't exactly the same thing we were talking about, but I knew she was deliberately changing the subject, thinking of her sincere kindness, and I asked her why there was an iron rack in the hallway. She said the neighbors put it on a temporary basis, and I asked the family if they didn't warn you. She said she lived alone and there was no one at home. I was shocked. From that moment on, my interview was completely devious and stuck on her own — rather than doubting the truth of living alone, but I was in the dark at that time, feeling first-hand the difficulty of eating a meal, which I could not have imagined had to live alone in such darkness. The topic was opened from a corridor with an iron shelf. It was the corridor of an apartment building, where Chen whispered that she had been living ever since she graduated from university, because the apartment was not far from her university and was in the street. In fact, living alone was not her original intention, she was busy looking for a job when she graduated, missed her time with her classmates for a rental. When the school dormitory stopped letting her live, she had to find a place to stay alone. In the back seat of the electric car, which was packed by the house broker, she ran through a living room and a large open room near the university, each time she arrived, she was given a brief description of the size, furnishings and furniture of the house by the house broker, and she touched the door, her hands and feet were simultaneously measured, two or three sets of rooms were touched and her hands were dirty. I asked her why her family didn't come here to help rent, and she said that rents could find an agency, movers could find a mover. I asked you again, how do you get an agent and a mover? She banged on the screen in the dark -- I almost forgot she could use it. I realized I'd be easier to magnify her defects than she was. Chen Wei University graduated in 2016, when smartphones became popular, and Chen Wei was one of the students who had earlier started using smartphones through the use of “pronunciation”, and she had no idea that that would recreate her world. Until then, the cell phone had only one function for her — to talk, she would not text because she only learned Braille and could not read. Ever since her mobile phone had the eyes of a “confident”, she could also “see” a smart phone that could download and operate an APP, and then a Braille input method, and once the two-way passages into and out of it had been broken, her real world had moved unwittingly into the digital world, and it could no longer be separated. She may not go out, look for a home and a moving company on the APP, and no longer go around looking for people who are afraid that her flaws will be used to deceive her. From the APP evaluation system, she has an overview of the quality of services. Later, the web-based content of life experiences was enriched, and she was learning more and more and even getting a job. One of the most common employment directions for students with visual impairments, like her, is a blind massage, and the other is a music type, such as a violinist, but neither of which is within her employment considerations. She argued that the work environment of blind massages was too closed and narrow, and that once they were accepted as “blind masseuses”, it would be difficult for them to break the circle and reach new things and groups, and that professional re-routing for visually impaired persons was a very difficult challenge compared to the visible. With regard to the work of sound modifiers, home-to-door services were provided in response to the needs of the clients, the location was uncertain, and she was often faced with unfamiliar environments and clients, which was not friendly to her. Her words remind me of a film called " Push " in previous years, in which blind men and women divided their teachers into boys ' and girls ' dormitories, clocks, meals, sleep, life was framed in three themes that were revolving around, with a copy of the sticker — and that was why most of her classmates finally chose to do a blind massage. It is stated that people in this group are more inclined to do familiar things in familiar environments and to minimize the physical and psychological effects of the visual impairment. But she seems to be an "other." She considered herself to be a fortunate person who had just graduated from school with an APP testing team to recruit evaluators for barrier-free products, and a visually impaired person with experience in using smart products was the best candidate, and she had almost no rivals on this track. As a result, she entered office and found an apartment in the city, living alone in a 20-square-square open room, with an independent bath and an easy-to-wire kitchen, where she worked at a fixed time per week and officially began a life of one person in the north. She rarely opened fire, and in addition to her work meal, three meals a day can be served with a cell phone order. Before she left for work, she would identify the route in the APP map and travel on the subway alone. The day-to-day purchases were also replaced by all purchases from the entity to the line, and she no longer had to go out at the risk of bumping and falling, and had to go straight to the door. At the end of the meal, I asked Chen Wei, and didn't I ask anyone to share the rent? She said she was going to look for it, but she lived alone for a long time, as if the envisaged loneliness and inconvenience had a way out of it, and the desire to find a companion had faded." Moreover, it is difficult for me to find a joint rental partner, and the situation is as stable as it is for me, and it will not be easily changed, if I look for someone who can see me and think I'm a problem.”

I agree with her, even though it is not comfortable. I can't eat anymore, I sit in the dark, I feel like I'm different, I'm in the dark, I'm in the dark, and I have a soft voice, and I say, "Are you ready?"

I noded, perhaps a meal brought closer, and I dare say to her, "Eat well, I'm sorry, I've forgotten, but I've just had another nod."

She smiled, she laughed for a long time, she was loud, and she asked me, so we started the interview? I said that the interview was done, and she was surprised to say, "The chat was the interview?" And I called and quickly changed to "Yes." She didn't talk. We came along again, and I followed her, and I put my hands on her shoulder and walked out of the dark dining area, and I saw the moment of light, and she seemed dazed, as if she had anticipated, to hold my hand tight and lead me to a seat in the bright corridor. I grabbed her hand and I told her I'd lead the way. She nodded. At that moment, I had the strange idea that a nod like that would always be in her life. Then I sent Chen Wei away, and her right hand held my elbow joint, and her body was close to my right body, which was closer than when I was walking with my companions. At first, I was curious, but I didn't ask, for a while, we ran into a straight corner, because of the lack of experience that led us, and I had only to remind myself of a “left turn”, and to turn the body immediately, without giving her enough time to react, and her body had to hold me in a tight and impervious position. It was only then that I realized that she had come close to me at the beginning to prevent such an outbreak, and the closer to me, to reduce her danger — probably to protect herself from her subconscious. As soon as I arrived at the side of the road, I asked Chen if she wanted to go to the subway station or to hitch a cab. She said she had to take a cab, and I pulled out my phone to call for her. She squeezed my arm and said she had already called. And I forgot that she was good at using her cell phone and that the Internet calls were natural. We'll stand by and wait for her. And he said, "It's been a nice day." I was quick to remember the process of talking, wondering if her words were out of a habit. She went on to say, "Well, I've been interviewed before, but unlike you, you look like you came to talk to me." I honestly said that I was not a professional journalist, that I was temporarily commissioned to do a job, and then I asked her if I could write her off and I wanted to talk to her later. She unlocked the phone and handed it over, and we were on the list of contacts. Here comes the car. I'll keep my hand on her head and get her in there. When she said goodbye to my direction, "You must contact me and talk again." I looked her in the eye and said, "Okay," and she looked at the air as if I was floating in the middle of the air, as if she had seen the first. 3

It was only in the early autumn that I answered the phrase “must be in touch”. I was standing under Chen Wei's house, and I gave her a voice, "I'll be right there, downstairs." Usually, I'm used to texting, but I'd change my voice to a voice before giving it a little text. This is the second time we've met, and she'll be more comfortable at home. Before I went upstairs, I went to the convenience store to pick up some snacks and planned to eat and chat. The apartment building in Chen Qiang is located at a crossroads, under which there is a four-point main road, with a very convenient life on both sides of the subway station, bus stop, large supermarkets and restaurants, and bakeries. But it became clear to me that this is an obstacle to platitude. The supermarket's offloading area is located close to the entrance to the section where the apartment building is located, where pedestrians, vehicles and delivery vans are interwoven at the peak of the morning and evening, in a chaotic and noisy manner, and where Chen has to avoid and choose to walk side doors. Fearing that I would go around, Chen whispered the message, and asked me to follow her course: "Go straight and then turn right at the first corner and see the end of the road at the northern gate." Not only is she familiar with the route, but she also uses the word “watching”, which I often remind myself not to use in front of her. I had the feeling that when I spoke to her on the phone, I would forget her particulars, perhaps she often sends text messages, and she would also publish love kits, well-sighted communication. I've also looked through her circle of friends, self-portraits, food, the scenery of travel, which is the circle of friends of an ordinary girl. I even fainted, as if that day I was just going to my best friend's house and bought a bag of snacks at the roadside store and told her where I was going when I sent a letter. Chen has a very high apartment building, with more than a dozen households on one floor, and she chooses the one closest to the elevator at a distance of only 10 steps. The light was weak in the hallway, and she opened the door for me, and the bright sun came out of the room — from the window lying right in front. I remember the last time I met her, she said she could feel the faint light, the clean and the dark, and I guess one of the reasons she rented it was probably related to this big downing window. When I entered the door, she told me I had no need to change my shoes. She said it was time to wipe the floor. I looked down and the white wooden floor extended to the window. It was covered with dust, but it was clean. The small room is half the bed, with a simple closet by the bed, a drawer, a refrigerator, and a folding table in front of the window, with several dry T-shirts and skirts on the table, which are shaking with the wind of air conditioning. Although simple, life needs to be complete, and space is small, but it is set up in an orderly fashion, and she seems to take good care of herself. She changed the table early in the bed, and Chen whispered that her house was not frequent, that there was no place to sit, that I would sit directly on the bed, that she would sit first and smile in my face. As soon as she sat down, I turned the snacks out and ate them to her like a master. Chen touched the bag a few times and thanked her for opening a few bags of interest to her and putting them in her hands. Some of them need to be refrigerated, and I wanted to give them to her, and I said to her like a master, "Some of them need to be refrigerated, I left them in the fridge." "Well, you just do it."

I came to her house for only five minutes, and I really got up. Open the fridge, move out of space, put a bottle of yogurt in Togri, and tell her where I'm at, and she'll be happy to hear it, like a child. In that moment, I had a heartache, and it became clear that “independence” was a last resort, and she liked to rely on another person. We talked about this apartment, which has been living for several years, and we are satisfied with all aspects of the story, except that it's trouble to live in a high-level elevator. I couldn't help but observe that the keys to the elevator were in Braille and that, despite the large number of households, three sets of elevators were running at the same time, and the peak was not a problem. But the trouble in the text is an unexpected angle. She said that she was not afraid of waiting for the elevator, but rather of being squeezed or run over, but rather of not knowing which floor it was going to run, especially when she came home, “I'd be nervous if the elevator stopped and if I went to the floor I was alone and nobody else was moving, it would be me, if he was on the same floor as me, and I didn't know what floor he was down there and I'd been sitting there a lot”. I asked her if she didn't need help with the elevator? She said that she had to go in and out every day, once a time, and that it was difficult to keep in trouble, and that she would rather wait a few more times for her to be alone. I'm trying to ask, have you tried anything else? She said that the best solution was that “it would be easier to broadcast the floors every time they stopped like elevators in some malls, and I wouldn't have to bother anyone again”. Say thirsty, I'll get the water. The water machine was purchased on the Chen micronet, and three keys on the LCD screen regulate the water temperature, two of which were glued to a transparent tape, and I asked the following question: “I can't touch the previous machine buttons, I can't touch them, I can only put tape, I can stick hot water, I can hold cold water.” She picked up the water from me and said that there was really no need for society to make a lot of changes for this group, just like putting a voice in the elevator, to make minor adjustments on the existing basis, not to be complicated, but to make them extremely convenient. When I drink, I think about her, perhaps not because it's complicated or not, but because of the fact that we bright people are aware of what's bothering them and of what to change. Like elevators, drinking water machines, which are so common in my daily life as to ignore the details, they are a problem in her life, a hindrance or big or small, which affects the flow and comfort of her life from time to time. It is as if in a dark world there is a completely different common sense of life, which is not as humane as it is, but it creates the rules of their lives and reduces their living space. The platitudes before me were positive and smart, and she would take the initiative to break the barriers between the two worlds, but what about the others? I'm tired of thinking about this, and I'd like to go out and eat something. I tried to think from her point of view that when she lived alone, there was little opportunity to go out and eat. Now that I have these eyes, why not let her change? There's a rice bar downstairs. We ordered a bowl of rice wire. Chen said she used to call him for a take-out. I remember telling me that when you were with your visually impaired friends, you had little chance to come out and eat in a strange environment, it was a dangerous thing for them, and she could only come out with her eyes open. And Chen whispered, and said to me, "It's better to cook now than it's from the takeout," and I heard it. It tastes more messy than the bowl. This is the second time we have met, and the relationship is far from close, but that afternoon I went to the hospital with her for an examination. Before that, I went to the hospital only with my family and close friends, and I saw such matters in a very private manner, as I said when I asked, and she asked if I could go to the hospital with her and if she was not in a position to do so, she could have been accompanied by volunteers. In a sense, I or volunteers were just helping her to go to the hospital, different from the role I played when I went to the hospital with my family and close friends, so I promised that I thought I was more familiar with her than I was with volunteers — and then I understood wrongly that those who volunteer for disabled people often appeared in a cliché, went to a strange place to do things, and she preferred to a hard-to-touch friend to a volunteer, even if she had to pay. The hospital was close to her house. We walked all the way after the powder. This time I've had some lead experience, and I've learned how to guide blind dogs in movies, and I've stopped where there's a need to turn and go up and down, to remind her that the road has changed and to wait until she's ready. I told her to go blind, but she didn't have to say it, and it was often occupied, sometimes the road changed, but the blind didn't change, and she didn't eat much of it. I look at this blind road, where five or six electric bikes have stopped, 20 paces away, and I imagine a man bumping into that picture, and his thigh hurts. We talked about her condition, and she said she was not a major disease, but needed a micro-surgery. That day was her pre-operative examination, and I was frightened by her, micro-operatives, pre-operatives, which made her sound as if I was just with her for a routine medical examination. "When will the operation take place?"

"If there's no problem with the results today, just two days."

I was surprised, and I said, "Do you have a family?"

She said that her mother had recently become ill, that her parents had been separated early in the morning, that she had little contact with her father, and that she had a brother who had given birth two years earlier. "Do you operate alone?"

She said, “Yes”, and then she said to me, “I asked the doctor a few questions, I was free to take care of myself before the operation, I had a nurse in the ward to help, and after the operation I asked a nurse to stay in the hospital for about four or five days, so I could get out of the hospital and then I could get out of bed and take care of myself.”

This is the word of a blind man, and I am shocked by this calm and bravery. I told her I could take care of her, and she refused to do so immediately. When the first autumn rain struck, Chen and I hid from the door of a pharmacies, and I watched the heavy curtains full of eyes, and she listened to an urgent drop of rain on the road. And I brought up the subject of surgery with her, and I said, "Oh, it's okay. You've got work to do. I can handle it. Don't worry."

I think that if it were me, I would have received help from others, and I would have been reluctant to think of the loneliness and helplessness of a person performing surgery, even though she was still a special presence. I then took a step back and offered to take care of her when she left the hospital and came home. Her reasons shame me — she said she must have been obnoxious and drossy after the surgery, and she didn't want to show me that image — yes, we only met second-hand friends, less close than strangers, but with pride and pride, even though she was special. One of her hands held my right arm tight, the rain stopped, and the water was pouring deep on the road, and I took her to the hospital to avoid the deep shallow puddle, without mentioning the operation. I went to the clinic for a check-up, and I put her in a place where she had her clothes removed, and I walked out and my eyes were removed from her. There are a lot of tests to be done. One of the two of us runs to a clinic in the immediate vicinity of the Central Medical Clinic. She smells familiar. She tells me about the volunteers who used to come to the hospital with her, an older aunt who never asks for money, and as a return, she often arranges for her aunt to come to the Middle Medical Clinic and pick it up. One of her classmates worked in this section as a blind masseuse, and she used to do massages, and then she said, "Would you like to take them?" I can't tell you, let's do a check-up, and then we'll forget to tell her, "You don't have to be so polite."

I can feel that Chen has been very careful with me today, unlike the first time I saw you. It seems like I'm in trouble. She laughs at everything she says. After the examination, we went to the attending doctor and learned that we had to prepare for the hospital today and that we had to be in hospital the following morning, faster than expected. I'm getting the next hospitalization notice from the doctor, which contains a detailed list of essential items. The doctor asked Chen if he was still in the house? She's right, she can do it herself. The doctor took a look at the one I was there with, didn't say anything, and the eyebrow slipped. When I left the hospital, it was darker, and I proposed to take a cab back and leave more time for inpatient supplies. I'll open the APP first and say she's got a disability. For the first time I heard this, I stood outside the hospital door, curiously asking her, do you need to apply for this benefit? She said that she could have a disability card and that when she took a cab, APP would remind the driver that the passengers were disabled. "Do you have a chance to get out of the car and help you?"

"Not necessarily, but rather people." She said there were drivers who didn't help, even thought she was a bully. It was said that a phone call to Chen Wei was the one called the APP. She had just filed a complaint yesterday against the car driver, a call back. In her communication, she spoke with a firm and open voice: “I hope that your platform will take my complaints seriously, and don't fool me because I'm disabled.” The other party first apologized and then offered a large voucher as compensation. The phrasing remains firm, but I can hear that she intends to accept it. I'm listening, with some appreciation. Then we used that big cash voucher to get back to her apartment, and the discount was almost free, and both of us had a long time in the car to be happy about the $10-dollar victory. I was going to buy all the necessary items for Chen and leave, but she decided to buy them online on the grounds that it would take no time to buy them, and I could go home early. If I had not been through this afternoon, I might have continued to insist, but now I know more about her, and I am happy to have her bravery in cases where she can resolve the difficulties independently. I do not want to magnify her special identity, and I know that her abilities and mentality are sufficient to fill her physical defects. I think she will be treated like other friends. And when it comes to people, let me be honest, I have a friend of the blind, who is remarkable. 4

Chen Wei's surgery went well, and I went back to her for the second half of the month, and her body almost recovered. On the eve of Mid-Autumn, remembering that she had not been with her family for two years because of the outbreak, I proposed to stay with her for one night, and she was more excited than I had anticipated. On Saturday morning we met at the subway station near her house, where she had a performance by a band of disabled people who were going to the North Five Circle and I was with her. All she used to know was that she was good at Biwako, and this time I was able to get to the scene, and I got another perspective. This is the first time I've been on the subway with Chen. When she met outside the subway station, her arm was skilled in pulling my arm, and the other hand put the blind stick in the side pocket of the backpack and handed me her own disability certificate: “With my card, two subway tickets can be exchanged.”

"Can we change two?"

"Yeah, I'll get a ticket for an escort at my level, and we'll never get out of here without a ticket." She used the word "we," and I heard it with pleasure. For the first time, I had a disability card for a ticket to the service desk at the subway station, and it happened to happen that a staff member was out of town. Do you want us to pick you up?"

I hung up on the phone, and I asked Chen if she would call the staff when she left alone. She said that going to familiar places, such as going to and from work, was not necessary, but going to strange places, such as performances, even if it was possible to check the route on the map software, was not available on the station, and was in need of help. The incoming staff sent two subway tickets from the service desk. When I got to the station, I asked Chen, do your visually impaired friends often take the subway? She stated that the subway was one of the most friendly of all public transport modes, not only with the help of staff on board, but also with a stable condition, with clear stations, familiar with which door was the nearest door to the elevator and easy to remember where the most convenient door was, and significantly reduced the risk of travelling. By contrast, when you hit a car in an irregular place, the vehicle is difficult to distinguish, sometimes you fall and fall in a hurry, and Chen added a special sentence: “It's easy to expose our features, unlike the subway, where many people sit, and no one cares about me unless I take out my cane, no sunglasses”.

If I listen, I'm going to go to the next escalator, and I'm going to say, "Is this the escalator?" I said yes. Can you walk this way? She said, "I'm here this time. Want to try the escalator?" She nods her head, her hands slip from my arm to my palm, and I hold her. I went up the first step of the roller steps, looked at the next step, and I immediately called her to walk, ate her hands and held her hands tight until she recovered her balance and arrived at the elevator, and I was just about to remind her that she went out, laughing at me, saying, "The height of the hand lift changed when the elevator went down, and I could touch it."

It's like the pun says — she'll be buried in a metro without a blind stick and without sunglasses. There is no room on the subway, and we stand, like everyone else, with our hands tied to the hold over our heads. Half of the people in the car were relying on the seat, while the other half were immersed in a cell phone, and even the person in the loving seat did not find any difference in the texture and sat still. I'm standing next to Chen, and she doesn't mention it, and I'm not going to ask for that seat for her, and I understand that she prefers to be tired of her skin to the public. The metro's loud, we don't talk, we don't pull out our cell phones, they're standing together. I looked at Chen — three times, for the first time so calmly. In fact, when I first met him, I found out that from the eyes of Chen, she could see the magic, and her pupils would not notice it, as if everything she saw was floating in the air. Her eyes could not be precisely fixed to each other ' s faces when she spoke to her, and she could be seen to be different with a little attention. But even so, she never wears sunglasses, and I like that she doesn't wear sunglasses, and her eyes are so beautiful, so big, so bright, and her eyes are so bright and blue, and the pupils are thick tans, and it's in the face of her goose eggs, and it's a squawk. I think that she is a woman who is a contradiction in her own right, who sometimes has to rely on others, and who sometimes hides her shorts and fears charity and mercy, and is even more afraid of being classified as an alien. Where's her degree? Her needs and alienation may appear to be the same at the same time, for example, now that she needs someone to take her subway, get into the car, and in the crowd she wants to feed herself and hide her vulnerability. What is wrong with her? How could it be wrong? Isn't that what everyone needs? What is wrong is that we, the clear-sighted, are too used to defining their needs from our own perspective and to conceiving their difficulties in our perception. It seems that I should change my focus not just to one or two things, but to everything and everything, all of them equally with her perspective. Turning attention from “I” to “She”, giving her the choice back, just to be a silent paver. I met several disabled people in her band, some of whom were visually impaired, some of whom were physically disabled, but everyone was good at sound. The chief of the band is a healthy middle-aged man, with whom he is well-known, with constant conversations and jokes, and I am unable to talk, and I am afraid to speak too much, to observe in silence the fact that a group of them suddenly spread their makeup on the backstage and paint their faces. Their lack is overshadowed by the glamorous costumes, which cannot be stopped by the good look of the beam when they reach the stage. The Chen is slightly holding the biwagon in the middle right, with bright light waves on his face. The preludes, the kite is moving, followed by a quick right-hand sweep of the chords, with a high volume of brightness going into the music calendar, where she nods her head, the lights on the stage sway, the fingers of more than a dozen musicians leap, and a dozen people hover around the beat. I've heard the sound of a whirlwind in my ears, and I'm gathering on the surface of the sea and filming the most exciting bands. I have forgotten what kind of disability they are on the stage as bright as the spring wind and the stars, standing above the sea, is the perfect work of nature. At the end of the show, I sent boxes to Chen and other visually impaired people, asking them, “Do they want chicken or beef?” “Do they want hot soybean or orange juice?” And then I gave them food, sitting by their side, watching them touch the lids, chopsticks, straws, and watching them all eat. One of the group members asked me if I had another meal, and I gave him another box, which was a little upset: “She is not a staff member, she is my friend.” I'm glad she's okay with the team members. It's a joke. That night, Chen and I were exhausted and went back to her apartment and then washed. The bathroom was very narrow, half occupied by a washing machine, which had to be pulled out of the shower. I asked Chen Wei, do you have to drag around every time you shower? She's right, and I asked, "Can you move it? She's got her arms and her fingers on both sides of the washing machine, she's moving half-laden out for a few steps, and there's enough space for one person to walk around, and she says to me, "I can just move here, I can squeeze in." I laughed, she's the one who can solve the problem, and there's always her way. The two clean men were lying in bed, one in a sleeping dress with a knee, and the cooling air from the cooling table and air conditioners cooled all over the body from their calves, which was much better. Her cell phone is reproducing a familiar whistling sound, and the voice of the AI woman is “reading” her tweets, which later changed and became the product of the male anchor in the studio. Her cell phone was in her hand, in her abdomen, and the screen was in her belly and was live. I didn't look on the screen, but I recognized the anchor's voice. "You used to go to his studio?" I asked her, "Yeah, every day."

"Do you buy often?"

"It's okay, it's not much to buy, it's just used to being open and fun."

It was only then that I realized that there was no television in her house and that when I was alone in the house, the television would be turned on as a background sound, and that should be the same for her live booth. And when I got here, I asked her, "Do you usually buy clothes online?" She said, "Buy, mostly online." And I said, "How do you pick the style and color?" She began to give me her way - first, by looking at the details page, and then by reading her color, size, style and product description, she had an idea in her mind, and then she listened to the purchase comment, and heard feedback from others and the upper hand effects, so it was almost certain that the payment would be made. And I went, "How do you fit the clothes?" I am somewhat aware of the sensitivity of this issue, especially for a blind woman, which is inexplicable. But I'm not trying to avoid it, and the costume combination is a perfectly normal subject between my best friend, and I'm not going to avoid it because of her speciality, and the verbs are not bad. She would have divided her clothes into two categories, received new clothes and placed them in her category, picked one out of a light shirt, then took one out of a dark one from the bottom of the dress, or turned upside down, which, in sum, was a set of fine clothes. She's got a lot of dresses, and I see her through two, a pink tatter and a red one, and a cotton skirt for the winter, with a pair of panty socks. Even if she can't see, there's nothing to prevent her from making herself look good. We were lying down and talking about the delivery, and she said that, normally, couriers and delivery deliveries were delivered to the doorway, but when the outbreak was home, she was upset, when the district was closed and the distribution was confined to the doorway, and she was not worried about getting her delivery downstairs, and how she found her own in a lot of couriers and delivery. As she preferred to wait in the elevator until there was no one left in the elevator to pick up a delivery at the door of the district, so too did Chen Wei, when the midday sun was tanned and she was sweating, and when no one came back for the takeaway and left only one on the shelf, she came home and opened the box with an old smell of food and leftovers. I was going to ask her why she didn't turn to the community volunteers, but it stopped. This time, I think I have guessed why, in her style, if there is a real need for immediate recourse, and if there is no need for it, it is not a shame to say it, but she wants to solve it with dignity on her own. I regret that every time she loses her own interests, such as her time, strength and taste for food. Chen Wei opened a talk show, and that was the first issue of the new season, so we talked about our favorite talk show players, and there was also a visually impaired person. Chen whispered that she had been with this player in a micro-intelligence chat, and I asked what group that was, she said, a group of sick people who suffered from the same vision that led to blindness. "Look, I've had a lot of fun with the talk show." I can hear that. And I said, "You're not so bad, you're in the Internet."

She got consoled and laughed, "It's still far from it."

I had a pillow, I couldn't see her face, but I could hear her ambition for the future. I thought about the desktop and keyboard that she had on the table by the window, and I asked her how to use the computer and the keyboard, and she didn't say anything, sat down and showed me, typed in Braille, as smooth as typed on the phone. She stated that the same questions had been asked when she first went to the Internet company for an interview, and that they were concerned about her ability to work. She proved herself by her actions, as she proved to me later. There's nothing to trap her under her ambitions, even blind. The more we talk, the more we sleep until the next morning. When I got up early and washed, the delivery had already arrived. Chen had ordered breakfast, a bowl of hot congee, a pancake, and a small dish, and she washed a plate of fruit. We sat down at the table by the window and slowly ate it, and I thought it was funny, the first time I came to her house, I looked like a master and looked after her, and this time she took care of me. It's just that it's not easy for me to take care of her naturally, and it's funny that I don't want to take care of her more, and now I'm drinking the hot porridge she's prepared for me and thinking about the thoughts of compassion. That afternoon, we went to the restaurant where we first met and participated in the experience of making mooncakes. Together, the pie skin, then the mimic, and the first time I made the moon cake, it was exciting, and I put the tools at her hand, and she did a little bit of it, and sometimes stopped to wait for her progress. It's been laughing all the time. The two of us ended up making a seven-eight-month cake, and her cookies were better than mine. I can't tell you that I'm going to give her what she did because I'm not doing good, so she loses it, and she smiles back and forth. We had another meal there. This time, we are not sitting in the dark, and the atmosphere is completely different from the atmosphere we had when we first ate here, and we are quiet, not like last time we talked, just eating, not talking. It may be that making moon cakes is exhausting, or that we are hungry, or that we have left our guestries and our sights behind, and we have left our mouths, and we are not afraid of the cold, and we are naturally silent. No one is embarrassed and no one is deliberately left alone. That's what I've identified in the silence. We have a place in each other's hearts. 5

From autumn to spring, and six months of busy work, I saw Chen once again at her place of work — she said several times that she would take me to the company's canteen. Before coming, I had thought about the circumstances in which she worked and about the abundance of food in the canteen, but only if I had not thought that she had caused me yet another shock. After eating and sitting and chatting under the halls, Chen whispered about her life for six months... First, I went out to sell one of my home's properties, took the money, and then went back to Beijing to buy a small apartment, which, when I was told, had been renovated, “to be delivered next weekend and I intend to move in next week”. I'm surprised she's out of an apartment in just six months. Chen said that she had taken a week off to sell her home, bought a train ticket in advance with her mobile phone, took a cab to the station and was led to board by staff. In addition to her mother ' s presence, an intermediary took her to a group of buyers for a few days, negotiated prices, signed contracts, went to the real estate office, and in the end almost made her cheat a million dollars. When I asked her if it was a question of fees, she said that the agent might have been interested in seeing her blind, and then made a fool of her, saying that there was a lack of a procedure for her to pay for it. However, the agent had been looking for the wrong person and had been living alone for many years, and Chen had been able to smell the difference. She went to the real estate office alone with the information. When she went to the agency, she did not argue with the intermediary. The person who saw the settlement and knew that she was not a good fool. When she returned to Beijing, she had only one day left for her vacation, and she approached the most famous broker, went to a few rooms in one day, where she decisively chose an apartment of about 50 m2 and bought a house in Beijing. "Isn't it too much of a hurry to see?" I asked her. "I don't have time. I can't take any more leave. Moreover, the rent on my side will expire in no time, and it will have to be paid for another month.”

"Where's Auntie? Can't she come to Beijing for you?"

It was only then that Chen explained that her mother was not highly educated and literate, that she feared that she would not be able to help, and that if she was asked to take leave to deal with the accident, she would have to be killed. I cannot but applaud the decisiveness of Chen's actions and the fact that such a major purchase of a house can be accomplished in one day. She then explained that the buying and selling of the house was a matter of inter-personal conflict with her family and that she did not want to dream at night, so that the rule for all actions was to be quick. She then found on the Internet a very small online renovation platform — she was more used to web-based solutions than an entity. So she set up the renovation team, from designer to supervisor. When I met with the other party to sign the contract, Chen said with all due respect: “You can see it, I can't see it, but I hope you don't fool me because I can't see it, and I will complain.”

Every weekend, Chen Wei Wei will check the renovations and go to work on time. The more I listen, the less I feel comfortable, the more I ask her. And she went on to say, "Well, I said the ugly thing first, and I'll take the money as long as I'm not satisfied, and it's written in the contract."

I'd like to offer her time to keep an eye on the renovation. She won't bother me. She just says it's almost done. There's a little bit of work left on the cabinets and stoves. I can't hold on any longer. Next week, I proposed to take her to a manual market near her house, but I wanted to ask her about the renovation. She said that that weekend was supposed to be a new house to clean up, and that was the only time left for the fair. "Don't worry. Everything's going well. We'll be in soon." My heart is relieved by the fact that this girl has done better than I have done, and my fear is somewhat superfluous. I've been thinking about her recent feats on her way to Chen's mini-market. She is not an only child in the family, and her parents are alive and she has a brother, and she is not, logically, in a position to deal with property matters, and she has special circumstances. But here's what's interesting, even if the family can't handle it, and it's really time for her to lose her eyesight, and no one who's bright enough to be hard on a girl like her, but why is it the last time she does it? I have never asked her, but it seems to me that the platitudes do not like the excuse of blindness to escape responsibility. Otherwise, she could use that excuse to go back home and eat her old age, or simply find an easy job to live in in a comfort zone, and why would she be able to drift north? This is Chen Wei, who is responsible for the decision to leave the country alone, and who is responsible for the family's responsibilities when it comes to home ownership. She has been weakening her shortcomings, vagrancy, shouldering, confronting the joys and pains of her life and trying to live like an ordinary person. Perhaps none of our so-called pains or pains compare to blindness, and the rest are sweet when the platitudes taste so bitterly. It's a very exciting day for Chen to have a little show at the manual market. I took her to a stand, and whenever I thought it was funny, I grabbed her hand, and she said, "I can't see, can I touch?" Each time, it was the understanding of the other party that they took the initiative to put something in her hands, to try to explain it to her, to give her a very careful response, to exaggerate it and to thank her politely. I found out she was more comfortable than ever. Although she never shyed away from her shortcomings, she would not raise them as proactively as she did today. After a while, the shopkeepers almost knew that a blind girl had come to the market today, showing sincere curiosity and laughing at their work. I think it has something to do with the recent experience of carefully defending her interests and growing her up in the big business of buying and selling houses. I even envy her. She grew too fast to show me where I was. I finally bought her an ore lamp at the fair as a gift. She should not have bought her a visual gift, but she chose it herself, and she fell in love when I described it to her. It's not really a strictly a lamp, embedded in a wooden frame, with a large amount of white left in it, with a square in the middle, a light belt in the middle, a light on the surroundings, a light in the night, and a light in which the amberstone is pierced, luminous, luminous and colours appear. She said, "This lamp is beautiful," and she wanted to buy it. I don't understand. She didn't really see it. It was just an impression in her mind, but she made it sound beautiful. When I said I was going to send her a nice bluetooth speaker, she insisted on choosing the invisible light. She surprised me again when I thought I knew her better. This makes me have to admit that I know her quite one-sidedly. Six.

More than two months after Chen Wei moved, I brought a bottle of wine, bought a bag of sugar-cooked chestnuts and sugar snowballs from the frying shop outside the subway outside her house, prepared for the first winter in Beijing and went to live for her on a Sunday afternoon. Remembering the second time we met, I went to her house with food, and blinked, and she stopped living in a rental house, and we were no longer strangers to two sides. The house was extremely conveniently located and, although it was older, it was already pleasant to have such a place in Beijing. Coincidentally, the building is still old and dark, but the minute Chen opened the door for me, he came up with a clean window. I have some common ground on this point with Chen, and we all take the light of the room very seriously and like to be in a room full of sun, so I always have a good first impression of her place. I'm looking for a place to drop what's in my hands, and I'm going to change my shoes. You bought me a present before." I know it's not a hoax, it's a real shame. I put the wine in her arms so she could touch it and hand it to her nose to smell it, "It's all food, and we'll get rid of it!" That's just funny. The renovation of the house was similar to what I had previously described, cold, white and simple, because of the stress of her hands and the fact that there were several second-hand appliances in the house, which, despite several scratches on her face, were clean inside and outside, and there was no surprise in this new room. There is not much room in the square room, with only one to pull the door as a barrier to space, often open, a simple kitchen connected to the living room, with stoves, but no sign of use. The large amount of space left in the room, with three persons to be accommodated on one of the main lines of action connected to the gates, the living room and the bedroom, is, I think, convenient to leave enough room for her to avoid bumps. I've been thinking about the previous renovations, looking around the house, and she's with me. When she saw a storage cabinet by the window, she filmed it at the intersection of the panel and the wall, saying, “Here, the money is fined, the cabinet size is not done, it is more than expected.” I asked her if she could adjust, and she said it was out of tune, without prejudice to use. And I said, "Is there another problem?" Her answer was a small one, and everything was dealt with as agreed. I can see that when I was worried, she remembered that the first thing to come to my new home was to give me a “report” to reassure me. We all thought that the biggest problem with the new home was the renovation, but the biggest problem was the noise of the neighbours when the Chen moved in. It's hard to imagine, and it adds to the memory of life. I sat with her on the couch in the living room, and I opened the wine, one drink each, and she started pouring on me. She turned on her phone and played me a tape, and at first she couldn't hear it, but suddenly it was like a motorcycle shoving in her ear. She said that it was noise from the bedroom ceiling, which appeared randomly, sometimes at 2-3 a.m., and that it was a good night's sleep, and that she woke up, and that this intermittent shock would occur several times a day, and that she was always in cold sweat. It was disturbed that Chen went upstairs to knock on the neighbor's door, and that a young couple was living upstairs with attitudes and kindness, and it was more polite and polite to see that the noise came from a push-pull track, ironically, the point of the push-pull was “quieting”. Young couples have communicated several times with the plant that pushed the door, unless there is no other solution, but they are only tenants, they have no right to decide on the change, and things are frozen. That's when another noise appeared. This time, it must be ringing every morning at 6 a.m., as if someone was knocking on the furniture. The author asked the young couples upstairs, who said that the sound had been ringing for a while before, then stopped and recently started. Although the sound was less alarming than the sound of pushing the door, there was a regular, long duration, and the flies were buzzing around her as she slept, and she was almost in a state of neurosis. The young couple had chosen to be patient, but she could not stand it, knocking on the door of the neighbor's house. It was only then that the neighbours knew that the new house was a blind girl, with a lot of guts, and dared to ask questions alone. But Chen didn't knock on the door of the most suspected household, went several times and nobody came. The blind woman would have given up if the family wanted to hold back, but they were not aware of the platinum. She complained about going to the property and residential councils, going into small community business chats, naming people in the community and making almost all the noise. But the family is still ashamed and determined to play dumb. Speaking of which, I squeezed the sweat for Chen. This family is not an ordinary family and it is difficult to deal with it, even though she is relatively vulnerable, and if the other side is really pissed off, her victory will be small and dangerous. Who would have thought that Chen had not taken any of these into account, she said that the police had later been called and the police had repeatedly confirmed when they came to the house that it was the blind girl who lived alone. The police promised to coordinate and spoke to her with great care: “Noise disturbs the people's neighbors, you can hear them, you can't see them, so don't take the lead, let the others worry.”

"He means well, but where's the others?" No one's looking except me."

I don't know what to say. The police are right. Chen is right. I don't know. There are difficulties. I had to talk to Chen and tell her not to go in this tough way the next time: "Or next time you want to come out and tell me in advance that I'm coming with you."

"That's not good." "You're busy at work, so you can't stop worrying about me."

As expected, she routinely refused my assistance. But this time it's a little different, and then I remember it, and I think it's even a sign that she's starting to rely on me. I sat on the couch with Chen Wei for a while, and the chestnuts were empty, and she said she didn't know there were such delicious chestnuts selling down at the subway station. And I said to her, "Well, every time you take the ladder, of course you don't know what's outside the escalator."

She nodded and said, "Good thing you came and I'll have a place to buy good chestnuts."

"That's all I got?"

She had a sly smile, "You're here. Somebody waxed the floor."

I couldn't help but look at her, so I knew that the wooden floor in her bedroom had been repaired a month earlier. That was when she invited someone to wax, and the person who came was very careful to see a blind girl living alone, to give her the name of the waxing product, to buy it herself next time, and to persuade her not to ask for help at home, which was not safe after all. However, he ignored that, for the sake of platitudes, even a floor of less than 20 square metres, it was difficult for her to clean and wax herself. She had previously rented a small apartment and had only towed the floors in the aisles, which would have been a major problem if it had been replaced by a coatroom of over 50 square metres. "Where's the floor wax?" I said, "Get up, find the tools." Chen went to the toilet to get clean mops and floor wax and towed with me an inch in the bedroom. "You don't have to drag so much, you'll get it."

"Just once. Don't drag it again."

"You stay out of the building in the living room. I have a sweeper. Let it come."

I don't know.

It's all about the platitudes. I know this is the kind of trouble she can hardly overcome on her own, although it's not, like the floor of her bedroom, it's not easy to ask for help, and it's difficult not to ask for help. This awkwardness makes her hesitate. Following the wax, the floor was lit up with a light-dumb light and appeared to be in the bedroom with an extra warmer. I described Chen to him, who relied on the door frame to push the door, to put on a face of satisfaction and comfort. I asked her if there was anything else I could do, but she was a little tweaked, but she handed over an insurance claim and told me that it needed to be photographed, uploaded on her phone, and that there was one other thing — a film for her phone. It's like that, but think about it, maybe it's in my life, because it's easy to do it, and it's not important. For her, however, it may be more difficult than to buy or sell a house to film an accurate, non-selective, non-exhaustive claim or to put a protective film on her mobile phone. I feel bad, I'm busy with my hands and my mouth is dead. Chen, listening to my silence, specifically asked me to tell me that she bought this land-cleaning robot that could sweep and drag the ground, but that it was still not clean, that it was clean or dirty, that it could be cleaned more often than she had. In a moment, she said she had bought an after-service garbage disposal machine, and that she was able to dispose of all the fruit skin garbage, so that she would not have to go down the stairs with a cane and carry two types of garbage. "Yeah, you used to get two bags of garbage downstairs." I just kind of kind of stuck in the thought that the last time we lived together, it was me who came down with the two bags of garbage, and when she was alone, she had to pick up the garbage on the side of the road. "This garbage handler is good. It works."

"Yeah, really help me a lot."

What I continue to do, my mind is confused, and the garbage disposal, the ground-cleaning robot is like a “verbal” on a mobile phone, which is of little use in my life and may make it easier for her to live comfortably and with dignity. This is the value of a few, which can be seen from a different angle, and it affects everyone in a sublime way. Who can guarantee that we will not be weak at a certain point in time? Only the more such value, the less troubles will be felt and the more fair and free will be in their lives. When it was dark, I was going to leave, and she asked me when I'd be able to stay one more night, and there were not many friends, and the house was always quiet, and she looked forward to me coming. I promised her, noding, "Ah, remember, I'll wax the floor next time I come, don't do it yourself."

Chen smiled shyly, and I repeat, "Remember, don't do it yourself."

And she nods. I laughed at her, and she was embarrassed to speak. When I walked to the entrance, I happened to see the last time I gave her a gift, the ore lantern, the electric light, a warm light on the shelf, as if the winter snow had suddenly lifted my eyes and saw a warm yellow lightball on the side of the road and warmed from the eye to the heart. I seem to understand why Chen has chosen this gift that she can't even see. It's a struggle against the darkness of her life. Of course, she knows that this light, which drops into her darkness as if it were a abyss, will not change anything, and so will the windows in the rental house, and the windows in the new house, which may not brighten the abyss, and will it be swallowed by the abyss? If that were to happen, there would be no meeting with us, nor would we be friends and not be with each other. So the friendship with Chen Wei was bought by her in protest, and I feel guilty, and I have to wax her floor a few more times to make amends. It's an alias.

This is an Internet-enabled exclusive copy of the studio with exclusive copyright. A contribution to the “human-non-fiction” writing platform can be sent by letter: thivings@vip.163.com. Once a copy is published, a copy of the article will be provided at a rate not less than $2,000 depending on the quality of the article. A contribution is required to ensure the authenticity of the content and of all content information, including, but not limited to, all elements such as personal relationships, events, details, etc., and that the work is free from any fiction. Other cooperation, advice, storylines are welcome to contact us at the back of Twitter (or mail). This is taken from the film " Your Eyes Asking" (2020), which has nothing to do with the content of the article. 2024-11-26

2024-10-24

2024-04-11

2024-04-11

2024-11-06

2024-09-03

2024-04-10

2024-03-27