It is a fact that Qianmai and his parents are not close.
As for why, when it started, it is not clear.
Once, I saw a sentence on the blog: "Life is a nightmare that never wakes up. I just want to go home." Qianmai has always been unable to understand the gorgeous sadness performed by the petty bourgeoisie, but at this moment, his face is full of sorrow. Yes, home, a warm home, a simple and orderly home, why is it so difficult
In my childhood memory, my parents were absent. It seemed that they had only occasionally met with his father Yang Yong. As if she had been living with the grandparents of Luodian Yang's family from the beginning of her memorial.
There is nothing wrong with Latent Wheat's memory.
It took many years for the grown-up Latent Wheat to figure out the situation. It turned out that Qian Liqin was pregnant with her second child when she was one year old. Because the first child was a girl, due to the pressure of having children and the rural family planning policy, the husband and wife decided to go out of town as soon as possible. So, the latent wheat in the baby was sent to Luodian.
Regrettably, the wish was not fulfilled in the early summer of the second year, and Qian Liqin still gave birth to a girl. It was not until the twelfth lunar month of the third year that Qian Xiaohai's arrival fulfilled the long-cherished wish of Qian's family for many years. Because of the leaks, the family planning department took people to visit from time to time, and Yang Yongqian Liqin had to stay out of town for two more years. When they returned to Nanjiang, they only brought back Qianxiaohai.
Before enrolling in the autumn of 1990, he officially took back the Qianmai. This year, Qianmai is seven years old.
Qian Mai, who has returned to his parents for several years, travels back and forth between school and home alone at two o'clock every day. He doesn't talk much, and has a more introverted personality. If it weren't for what happened later, Qianmai's fate and the relationship between his parents would not have fallen here.
One day at the end of the spring of 1997, Qianmai had a vague fever in class, and suddenly vomited, and was quickly sent to Nanjiang Township Health Center. Yang Yongqian Liqin, who received the notice, rushed to her quickly, and the couple panicked when their daughter, who had always been healthy and strong, suddenly fell ill. Yang Yong bent over and picked up the daughter lying on the long wooden chair. There was a scorching heat from the neck of the neck. Qian Liqin hurriedly took off the big red cotton-padded coat on Wheat, and then half of his pants, so that the doctor standing next to him was ready to give an injection.
Less than three minutes after the medicine was advanced, Qianmai suddenly pumped the animal and vomited, his eyelids closed tightly, and his mouth was dizzy at first, but for a moment Yang Yongqian Liqin shouted, but there was no response.
The couple was so scared that they kept pinching people and tigers with their trembling hands, urging the doctor to find a solution, and calling out two other doctors in the health center to come and help.
After a lot of confusion and another injection of medicine, Qianmai slowly calmed down, as if the door was closed for a while. The cheek and lip color has long lost its former rosy and pale. Yang Yong and his wife kept pounding the cold hands and feet of wheat from top to bottom in an attempt to restore the temperature.
To this day, Qianmai still clearly remembers the violent heartbeat of his father sitting in Yang Yong's arms that day. That was the closest contact between Mai and his father so far.
For the next five days, Mai felt lingering in his heart and refused to get another injection. In the end, they couldn't match both the hard and the soft of the couple, and in the end they were detained and continued to be needled.
No one expected that half a year later, rumbling tinnitus rang in the ears of Qian Wheat all the time, and gradually couldn't hear the teacher's lecture. At first, the potential family members thought it was a futility and bought a lot of supplements to supplement wheat nutrition. Over time, the situation got worse and worse, and Mai couldn't even hear the shouts of the people behind him. The town-level hospital, county-level hospital, and finally to the Huayang City First Hospital, was diagnosed with drug-toxic deafness, and the cochlear hair cells, the most important and most vulnerable part of perceiving sound, were damaged by drugs. After the two-month medical treatment ended, there was no obvious effect. Under economic pressure, Yang Yongqian Liqin gave up continuing treatment.
Back to school, my listening and grades went from bad to worse. In the second week, when Qian Liqin offered 300 yuan at the accounting table of his nephew Chen Xuli's wedding banquet, Qian Mai's eyes were filled with scorn and sarcasm in the distance. From then on, Qianmai immersed himself in studying, and kept his hands all day long. I was engrossed in class, trying to grasp the key words the teacher said, and automatically organizing the words I heard in my mind. After class, I read the book tirelessly over and over again, and I understand the notes I took down in class to make my own understanding.
The second half of junior high school's life was dark for Mai, and every class was like a battle. His nerves were highly nervous, and his eyes stared at the teacher and the blackboard unblinkingly. At the end of the day, the whole person collapsed in bed. The impression of Qianmai’s junior high school teachers and classmates of her is almost taciturn, like being in a daze and immersed in books, and there is almost no sense of presence in the class, except of course every time a test paper is issued. A hard work always yields a reward. The hard work of Qianmai with half the result is the only manifestation of scores. Without exception, Qianmai has not fallen out of the top three among the five classes in the grade.
No one can believe that such a silent and introverted Qian Mai will be so aggressive that he will be speechless after repeated interrogations after the high school entrance examination.
In 1998, Qianmai's high school entrance examination results were quite good, ranking second in grade and thirty-fifth in the county, which was more than 30 points higher than the enrollment score of general teachers. It is said that in 1998, Zhejiang Secondary Normal School was the last time enrolling students in a package assignment. This is a precious opportunity for the vast number of rural students. The competition is extremely fierce, and the score line has risen, which is more than ten points higher than the admission line of key high school intensive classes. The training of teachers in the future pays great attention to the interaction and communication with students. Qianmai and the middle school just passed by, and instead choose the self-financed technical secondary school, the whole person is frustrated. The schools that had removed the physical examination restrictions were stunned, and the rest were picked up in batches of three and filled in.
In August in the scorching sun, the admission notice from Huayang Technical College floated.
When Yang Yongqian Liqin asked Qianmai carefully, is it better to find a master to learn the craft
Just after understanding this, Qianmai immediately became a living zha medicine bag, both eyes were wide open, and the flames under his eyes were gushing out. Depressed, discouraged, depressed, helpless, painful, all negative emotions exploded.
"Go, why not? This is the result of my hard work and countless efforts."
"Don't tell me that I don't have any money. You will make money when the seven aunts and eight aunts have a banquet."
"It's all you, Dad. Who asked you to come to this horrible place to be your son-in-law. The money you make is used by your mother to entertain your relatives, and the good food you grow is given to the grandparents of the potential home. They can't eat it. Afterwards, we gave them to the second aunt. Our own meals have to be mixed with sweet potato shreds, and others have to make irresponsible remarks... I hate you, and threw my sister away, but used the money to give favors to relatives. That money is enough to feed my sister."
"Dad, uncle deliberately asked me what my last name is and where I am from. I can't answer... I want to study, I want to leave this ghost place, I am not from this place. I am not from Luodian, and I don't know myself. Where are you from. But I'm leaving this ghost place... Here, my tears have shed all my life."
"I want to study, and I don’t want to be like you. I want to be a knowledgeable person... I hate you and don’t know anything. How can I get Doctor Maojiao to hit my body without knowing what medicine it is? Don't even do skin tests."
"I want to study and earn money in the future. I want to go to the best hospital to treat my ears. In this life and this world, I will never go to a garbage hospital like Nanjiang again."
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Time seemed to stand still, and everything was silent in the room.
Qianmai shouted out word by word hoarse, incoherent and dry. She didn't know what she had said or what she was about to say. I have never spoken so many words in a row, but I was so fluent that I didn't need to think about it, and kept popping out of my mouth.
Qian's grandfather also came to the inner room sometime, his mother Qian Liqin had already burst into tears, and his father Yang Yong's eyes were also with tears.
The whole body of Qianmai was heated, and the thunder and lightning in his heart continued, and his body trembled uncontrollably. With a hint of revenge after venting, he turned and floated back to the attic, as light as a ray of wandering soul.
A month later, his father Yang Yong sent Qianmai to the Huayang Technical Secondary School to report. After finishing all the formalities, Qianmai lowered his head and sent his father out of school in a muffled voice. Before getting on the bus, Yang Yong rarely patted his daughter on the head and said: "Study hard, you have to buy food to get enough... Don't worry about money, Dad will To your bank account."
In the days that followed, Yang Yong and his wife also tried every means to find earthwork to heal the ears of latent wheat, but they were all in vain. Since then, the days of Latent Wheat in Nanjiang have become increasingly scarce. After graduating from work, I can also try to understand the plight and difficulties of my parents, but the generation gap that has accumulated over the years is not so easy to fill.
In recent years, Yang Yongqian Liqin has taken over Qian's grandfather’s grocery store and turned it into a small supermarket to start a small business.
Qian Xiaohai, the only grandson of the potential family, did not enter university after graduating from high school. He followed his fourth uncle Yang Wei across the ocean to work in Spain for many years.
Qian Mai Mai's sister, who had never entered the Qianjia's gate, was adopted by a family in a neighboring township ten miles away and named Cui Lingling. When I grew up, I sometimes met on the street with my eyes facing each other. Everyone knew it well, but they chose to pass by.
Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite.
Today's Qianmai has mixed thoughts, and can't fall asleep over and over again.
It seems to be completely dark outside the window. Is the moon going to catch up with the sun
The self-made curtain inside the window swayed in a corner with the wind. It was an ordinary cotton cloth with pictures of birds and fishes.
If you can’t fall asleep anyway, let’s recite a hypnosis:
The farthest distance in the world
Not loving each other
But can't be together
But knowing that true love is invincible
But pretended not to care
The farthest distance in the world
Not the distance between trees
But a branch that grows on the same root
But can't depend on each other in the wind
The farthest distance in the world
It's not that branches cannot depend on each other
But the stars looking at each other
But there is no converging trajectory
The farthest distance in the world
Not a trail between stars
But even though the trajectories converge
But nowhere to find in a flash
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