◎Chapter 10    The gardenia blooms

The murderer lives in a quiet street with gardenias planted on both sides of the street, and the white petals make the nearby air fragrant. At that time, he had a house where he and his heart rested for many years, and the whole teenage years passed by. Then, his parents passed away, he married and had children, got married and divorced, and lived a dull life.

The vines in the yard were planted with his wife. After the divorce, he often stared at the vines in a daze. He sat in the shade, stood up from the shade, and waited for his son to get out of school. Under the corner of the yard, the cabbage in winter was next to each other, and the watermelon in summer was next to each other, and time was like water, year after year. Whether it was heavy snow or heavy rain, he had never thought of remarrying.

He spent most of his life in cars, driving a variety of cars: motorized tricycles, tractors, long-distance buses, sprinklers, big trucks with hangers, excavators, Santana cars, taxis…

He only had one job: a driver.

Taxi colleagues called him Master Jian. Master Jian doesn't like chatting and likes to joke, such as patting someone on the right shoulder behind his back and standing on the left. He also has a hobby, which is to buy lottery tickets, but he has never won a jackpot.

Drivers' lives are very boring, so many drivers like to talk nonsense. Taxi drivers are all cultural people. They are knowledgeable and gather together to chat, and often surprise words that shine with the brilliance of truth, such as the following passage:

Driver: "The universe? Cut, testicles explode."

Driver B: "That's right."

Driver: "The testicle explosion is the Big Bang. If the camera can live broadcast the entire process of the birth of the universe, enlarge the TV screen countless times, and multiply it countless times, find the solar system first, and then find the earth, and you will eventually see your stupid face."

Taxi drivers also like to talk about current affairs. Unlike ordinary people, they often see through the essence of things, such as a driver and a passenger talking about Taiwan relations.

Passenger: "It's time to fight."

Driver: "If they want to blow up Taiwan, let them blow up. If they want to kill the Japanese, let them do it. Don't you see, emperors and generals turn into dust, gooses, chicken feathers float in green water, and ashes flow eastward. Whether you and I live in the Qing Dynasty, the Ming Dynasty, the Yuan Dynasty, the Song Dynasty, and the awesome Tang Dynasty, we are all people without names, and we can't change anything or stop it."

Master Jian likes to drive in the rain. Sometimes, he will park his car in heavy rain, on the side of a tree-shaded road, he stays in the car to smoke a cigarette, opens a gap in the car window, lets the smoke float out, and lets the wet air in the rain come in. Mixed with the sound of rain, the music played by the radio in the car looks more beautiful, and the wipers make the outline of the city blurry and sometimes clear.

He peed in a mineral water bottle and threw it out of the car. In fact, many taxi drivers do this.

He threw the plastic bag containing the feces out of the car window, and the shit of youth drifted in the wind.

He likes to play pranks, which means he is not old yet.

Rain is always related to romance. Master Jian is not a romantic person, but sometimes he has some very poetic ideas. For example, he parked his car on the side of the road and went to buy a pack of cigarettes in a raincoat. He stood at the intersection and thought like this:

If the rain is getting heavier, if the heavy rain keeps falling, the place where he lives will become a lake, and the lake surface, which is where his knees will bloom, and the lotus flowers will bloom. He stands in the water and watches the boat pass by his knees.

Master Jian is sometimes very humorous. For example, when tourists from other places refuse to take a taxi and choose to wait for the bus, Master Jian will say to them: "The chicken is stewed, but I still can't bear to put salt?"

The taxi driver is more like a traveler. He sees the traffic and the passing years, sends others home, and then goes home by himself, repeating every day. This is his life. He can't sit still, but he shuttles through the hustle and bustle of the city. Whether it is a wretched man wearing a vest and plays mahjong, or a charming woman who sprinkles perfume and eats spicy hot pot, no matter who it is, when someone waves, he will go over and take his car with him. He can feel that the car is his body and skin. He observes every passenger from the corner of his eyes. When he meets a talker, he will talk a few words; when he meets a silent person, he has nothing to say.

Once, at the intersection of the People's Hospital, Master Jian pulled a strange guest, a woman wearing a hospital gown, with a pale face and a haggard face. What's strange is that this woman has no hair and is a bald woman.

He: "Where to go?"

Woman: "Where are few people? Just take a few turns, I don't know, are there any mountains nearby?"

He: "No."

Woman: "Is there a lake?"

He: "There is a river."

Woman: "Just go to the river, alas, I'm afraid of water."

The two stopped talking and remained silent all the way. The car stopped by the river. The woman wanted to get off. Master Jian reminded her that she had not paid the car. The woman threw down a medical record and said, "You want even the money for the dead?"

Master Jian looked at the medical records and did not continue to ask for the fare. This woman is a leukemia patient and her hair should have fallen out of chemotherapy.

Master Jian glanced at the bald woman, she got out of the car, smiled, burst into tears, and walked towards the river.

Master Jian thought the woman was just coming out to relax, but unexpectedly, a few days later, a female corpse in a hospital gown was salvaged from the river, and he realized that this woman had committed suicide!

This incident shocked him a lot. From that day on, he thought about a question, so he often got distracted when driving.

This problem is actually something that each of us may face:

What will happen if you suffer from a terminal illness and cannot afford the high medical expenses?

Waiting for the arrival of death?

Perhaps suicide is a relief, ending one's own life to relieve the financial pressure of the family, and letting one's pain and family's sorrow end with one's leaping.

It took a long time for this incident, and Master Jian also said to himself: "That woman must have children... She just wants to find a place where no one is, and die quietly."

Master Jian remembered that on the day he divorced his wife, his son Sanqian hid his shoes in the quilt. He and his wife searched for a long time until they completed the divorce procedures. He only found the shoes hidden in the quilt after returning from the Civil Affairs Bureau alone.

At that time, his son Sanchu was only six years old. His son stood at the door, standing under the vine, without crying or laughing, and just asked calmly: "Where is Mom, are you back?"

He didn't say anything, felt a burst of sadness and tears came out.

The father and son depend on each other for life, and he vowed to make the child live a better life. Sanchu grew up, wearing strange clothes and strange hairstyles, and he just felt that he could not keep up with the times, but he could see that his son was not happy.

The rebellion and decadence that a young man showed in his eyes was not disguised.

There is a detail that I have to say, on the day when Sanchu and his friends found the body on the water tower, he took the bus home and got up an old lady with a cane. There were many people in the car and there were no empty seats. Sanchu - this non-mainstream boy with tattoos, earrings and explosive hairstyle, stood up and said politely: "Old lady, sit here."

The people around me smiled and thought this boy was very cute.

From the initial intention of planting trees to the final intention of killing people, what happened?

In the winter of 2006, Master Jian suffered from hemorrhoids. At first, he was only the size of peanuts. He tried to recover by taking medicine. He took Huaijiao Pills to relieve hemorrhoids, sat in a bath in warm water, and applied ointment. Every evening, when others got off work, he started to work. After taking the medicine, he placed the bowl on the frozen table in the yard, and drove to work with a cold air.

The chair he sat in was always half a foot off the ground, and was in balance with the car's exhaust.

Many drivers suffer from hemorrhoids, so this is not a big deal. It’s just that every time you step on the brake or clutch, you will feel a burst of pain.

During the Chinese New Year, the hemorrhoids began to worsen. The peanuts grew into a hideous tumor, just like a tomato sitting under the butt. After the operation, it was the Spring Festival. He endured the pain and made dumplings, waiting for his son alone. It was the New Year. His son surfed the Internet all night in the Internet cafe and brought a girl back the next morning.

He was not angry, he was very happy, and felt that his son had grown up.

Sanchu and Huali began to live together. Master Jian implicitly warned his son that pregnancy is a very troublesome thing.

Sanchu said: "Don't worry, I won't."

Huali also said in an indifferent tone: "We are just having fun and don't want to get married and have children."

In the summer of 2007, he suffered from hemorrhoids again. This time, he was very serious. His stomach was severe, with bloody stools and vomiting blood. The stools he pulled out were not round but crescent-shaped, which indicated that there was a tumor in the intestines. He thought it was internal hemorrhoids, but after a check-up in the hospital: the advanced stage of rectal cancer has metastasized and spread to the liver and lungs!

The doctor comforted him: "Renal cancer is not scary. Just have surgery, insert a tube on your body, and have an artificial anus."

Master Jian said: "I have spread to my liver and lungs. How long can it last?"

The doctor said: "It should be fine for three to five years to see the effect of chemotherapy. If you don't treat it, it will only be three months."

Master Jian said: "How much does it cost?"

The doctor said: "The surgery is not very expensive, it just requires more than a dozen chemotherapy sessions, and it will be necessary in the later stage..."

Master Jian said: "To add up, how much does it cost in total?"

The doctor said a number.

Master Jian couldn't believe his ears. He had otitis media and his ears often had pus. The doctor said loudly again. When he heard the number, there was cloudy outside the window, and a thunder rolled into the pus in his ear. He fought. The doctor advised him to have surgery quickly, but he turned and walked out of the hospital and walked into the rain.

A millionaire may be separated from a hospital, let alone a civilian?

What can a small citizen do if he has a terminal illness?

What can a busy ant do when facing fate?

Over the years, Master Jian has not saved much money and has worked hard to manage it. The house at home belongs to his father's unit, only has the right to live and no right to sell.

I have a terminal illness and can only wait to die!

During that time, he quickly lost weight, from a middle-aged fat man to a thin man. Before and after he got sick, he was completely different.

Master Jian’s neighbor is a rich old man who just celebrated his 60th birthday.

【31    Fast update】

The old man changed his heart, and the old man regarded the day of the transplant as his birthday. The heart that gave him a new life was kept silent. Later, an insider said that the old man's heart came from a murderer. Some medical experts believe that the brain is not the only organ with memory function, and the heart can also store memories. A typical example: After an eight-year-old girl in the United States transplanted the heart of a ten-year-old boy who was murdered, the little girl always had nightmares and someone wanted to kill her.

Master Jian asked the old man some questions: "What is artificial anus?"

The old man replied: "Shit bag, hang a shit bag on his body."

Master Jian: "You have changed your heart, isn't it okay to use it?"

The old man: "To be honest, I want to kill someone!"

Perhaps this sentence made him have a sudden inspiration, and a black bat flew out of his mind. Anyway, he was about to die, so he decided to kill someone and leave some money for his son. He parked the taxi in front of the sauna city gate, and the guests who came here to consume were rich. Jin Kui brought a bulging bag. After he killed Jin Kui with a nail gun, he found that there was not much money in the bag. He had no experience in the first crime and was rushed to throw the body, so he transferred the body from the water tower again.

Every taxi driver, especially the night shift driver, will have self-defense weapons such as daggers, fire axes, machetes, etc. Many drivers know that Master Jian’s self-defense weapon is a nail gun. Once the police find the body and track down the murder weapon, they will likely find Master Jian. Out of an anti-investigation idea, he transferred the body and buried it in his own yard after committing the crime.

What was he thinking when he was walking in the rain, carrying a rotten corpse on his back?

He was thinking of his son. He remembered that his son had epilepsy when he was a child. He carried his son to the hospital. When he came back, the little guy fell asleep, the street lights were dim and his shadow was stretched.

On that rainy night, he carried the body under the water tower and did not forget to talk to the dead: "Brother, I have no choice. You have gone there to enjoy your happiness, and I am still suffering here."

He put the body in the trunk of the taxi and did not notice a young man hiding in the bushes of the park. His eyes were looking at him. It was his son Sanhammer. When he buried the body in the yard, his son came in, his lips trembled and said, "Dad, I saw it all..."

Master Jian asked his son: "It's all for you. What if I die?"

The son said, "I don't know."

Master Jian: "Can you take good care of yourself?"

The son said, "I don't know..."

Master Jian: "Will you think of dad in the future? Don't think of dad's badness, but think of dad's goodness."

The son said, "I..."
To be continued...