Hong Zhanhui, who has never worn cotton-padded clothes, put on wool trousers and watched a little girl do her homework. Hong Zhanhui didn't really want to wear cotton-padded clothes so early, because it would be a big expense.
At noon on February 4, 65438, the cold wind blew for several days, and an irresistible chill penetrated every pore of people like an awl.
In the stairwell of a dormitory building in Huaihua University, Hunan Province, Hong Zhanhui, who had never worn cotton-padded clothes, put on wool pants and watched a little girl do her homework. This is an ordinary Sunday, the coldest day since winter. Hong Zhanhui actually didn't want to wear cotton-padded clothes so early, because it would be a big expense. The little girl is Hong Zhanhui's sister. She was picked up 12 years ago. The year of 12 is long. The little girl has grown from a hungry baby to a sensible pupil. The year of 12 is not too long. Hong Zhanhui took care of this unrelated sister with the pure feelings of brother and sister.
Hongzhuang Village, dongxia town, Xihua County, Zhoukou City, Henan Province, is an ordinary small village in the eastern plain of Henan Province. A dirt road leads to a small town 3 kilometers away, which is a remote place in Xihua County. The town is 30 kilometers away from the county seat and is connected by a winding and rugged country road.
Hong Zhanhui was born here on 1982. /kloc-Before the age of 0/2, he had an innocent childhood like many boys in the countryside. His father, mother, brother, sister and his family live a hard but happy life. But one day, his life changed.
At noon at the end of August, 1994, my father, who has always been amiable, came back from aunt Hong Zhanhui's house to help with the work. He suddenly became angry for no reason. He stared, and no one could stop him from smashing things at home. Xiao Zhanhui and his younger brother have never seen their father like this. They stood outside the door in fear. The illiterate mother couldn't stop her father's behavior, and the monk's inexperienced sister squatted by the door and cried.
The most terrible scene appeared. My father suddenly grabbed my sister, and my mother grabbed her daughter in tears. She was kicked to the ground by her father, then held her sister high above her head and fell violently.
My sister died, my father was crazy ... 12 was a child, and the sky in Hong Zhanhui collapsed on this ordinary day. Hong Zhanhui wept for her injured mother. My brother is so stupid that he forgot to cry.
Relatives and friends around came, and they helped send Zhan Hui's parents to the hospital. Taking care of the hospitalized father, mother and younger brother, 12-year-old Hong Zhanhui began to shoulder the responsibility of being a housemaster. Within three months, hospitals, schools and homes in Hong Zhanhui are all 3: 1, day and night, rain or shine. After three months of suffering, Hong Zhanhui grew up, and his efforts finally paid off: his mother was discharged from the hospital, and his father's intermittent mental illness was under control, but at home.
This year's lunar calendar1February 23rd is a traditional small year in China. Hong Zhanhui didn't see his father when he got up in the morning, and a sense of foreboding suddenly hung over his head. He told his mother at once. China New Year is coming. Is my father ill again? Did father go out to make trouble again? The mother was anxious, and the mother and son searched all over the village, but they never saw the shadow of their father. Near noon, Hong Zhanhui found his father under a tree about 10 miles from the village. At this time, his father was holding a package in his arms. It is a baby. Father unwrapped the parcel and took care of it carefully. There is a fatherly love in my eyes, a long-lost love with a kind light.
Whose child is this? How did it get into my father's hands? The mother stepped forward carefully and took the child from her husband. This is a baby girl, and the cotton-padded clothes sewn with thick thread are covered with patches. Perhaps because of hunger and cold, the child's mouth made a weak sound. There is a note on the child's close-fitting clothes, which reads: unknown female, born in the lunar calendar1August/994 18. If a kind person finds it, please accept it as an adopted daughter.
When it was getting dark, the family took the children home. Looking at the crying child, the mother wanted to wait until dawn to see who would take it in and give it to her.
This family is too poor. In fact, my mother is very willing to take this girl in, but she doesn't even have the money to buy milk powder. This kind mother doesn't want to see another fate similar to her daughter's. My daughter once brought a lot of laughter to this family. It seems that the pain that follows is like a scar, and no one wants to mention it again.
The same is true of mothers. The girl in front of her evoked the most painful pain in her heart, and she didn't seem to have the courage to pick up that girl. The task of looking after the children fell to Hong Zhanhui. As soon as he hugged the little girl, the little girl threw herself into his arms, and he thought of his sister.
This poor family can't afford to support this little girl. In the middle of the night, the mother asked him to send the child back. Reluctantly, he opened the door and walked with the child in the biting wind. A kind of love is accompanied by a kind of pain. This is the girl of his dreams. He couldn't bear to cry and turned back. He said to his mother, "I won't send this little sister away anyway ... if you don't raise her, I will raise her!" " The child stayed, and Hong Zhanhui named her Hong Qian, nicknamed "Little Guy".
The arrival of the little guy brought long-lost joy to the family. My father's guilt about his dead daughter made him pour all his father's love into the little guy, and his father's condition was stable for some time.
After all, my father is a patient, so it is impossible for him to take medicine for a long time for economic reasons. Once there is no medicine to maintain him, he will inevitably be manic. In addition to not hitting "Tiny", everything at home has become the object of his venting, including dishes and chopsticks, including his wife who is indifferent to Confucianism and his son who has served him for a long time. He throws whatever he sees. Poor mother is weak, and she often suffers from old injuries and adds new ones.
It is unfair in itself that the burden of a family rests entirely on an illiterate mother. What is more unfair is that she is often beaten by her father for no reason.
1995. On August 20th, after lunch, my mother was busy steaming steamed bread until it was enough for the whole family to eat for a week.
The next day, my mother disappeared. The burden of the family and her father's fist crushed her mother, and she chose to escape.
"Mom, where have you been? Come back ... "The two brothers cried for a long time in the twilight. They don't want to lose their mother, the backbone of the family. Hong Zhanhui cried and looked for her mother with her younger brother in the surrounding villages. It was already late at night, and she didn't come home that day.
Looking for my mother, I heard the cry of "little guy" before I entered the house. Looking at my starving sister, the two brothers shed tears. My mother is gone, my father is a patient, and my sister is just 1 year old. Hong Zhanhui's heart seems to be twitching: "Mom, how can you leave us alone!" Life is so heartless, Hong Zhanhui's crying disappears into the night like paint and ink, and so does his mother.
Children from poor families have been in charge for a long time, but who would have thought that a child as young as 13 years old would have to bear such pressure? It seems that overnight, Hong Zhanhui grew up and became a man of few words. Raising a sister who can't walk, serving an unstable father and taking care of his younger brother, 13 years old, he learned to be patient and responsible.
When I was at school, I left him in the care of my aunt. When I came home from school, I was busy preparing meals for the whole family. What is more difficult is the problem of feeding the little guy. Every morning, Hong Zhanhui was always at a loss because the little guy kept crying, so she had to hold the baby in her arms and beg from her mother nearby. Begging for food every day is not the way. Later, Hong Zhanhui tried every means to raise money to buy milk powder. Under the guidance of some experienced people, he learned to make milk powder for the little guy. In order to keep the temperature of the milk moderate, when feeding, he considered that it was unsanitary to suck with his mouth, so he first poured the prepared milk on his arm and fed it to her after feeling neither too hot nor too cold.
Those who are full are obedient. As long as Hong Zhanhui comes back to nurse twice before school and at noon, she won't cry. The hard part is that at night, perhaps because of being scared, every night, the "little guy" will cry. At this time, Hong Zhanhui could do nothing. He doesn't know how to coax her. He just picked her up, slapped her and walked around the house. ...
Summer is better. One inch of cotton trousers are wet in winter, and there is no extra cotton coat to replace. Every night, Hong Zhanhui put wet cotton trousers on his bed to dry, and at dawn, he put them on for another inch.
During 1995, Hong Zhanhui went to Tingxiang Middle School in Xiadong District of Xihua County to attend junior high school. The school is two or three kilometers away from home. When he was at school, where to put Tiny became a problem in his mind. If he leaves it at home, will his sick father hurt tiny? So Hong Zhanhui found another neighbor and asked him to take care of Tiny while she was at school. In the three years of junior high school, Hong Zhanhui walked back and forth between school and home every morning, noon, afternoon and evening to take care of this little guy in time.
Although life was hard, it was also dull, and it lasted until the Spring Festival of 1996. Soon after that year, the little guy often had diarrhea several times a day. Looking at her thinner sister, Hong Zhanhui had to ask the teacher for leave to take her sister to the hospital. The diagnosis came out, and the younger one had severe enteritis. Since then, in more than 20 consecutive days, health centers have become the third point outside schools and families.
For several years, my mother hasn't heard from me, and my father's illness has recurred. In order to prevent accidents, every night, he puts the little guy inside to sleep. As long as there is any movement at night, he will touch the little guy inside first.
Years of life have made Hong Zhanhui mature, which means a difficult experience. Hong Zhanhui's young life ring contains special meaning: the unfairness of life makes Hong Zhanhui's immature backbone strong and persistent.
The son is the flesh and blood in the mother's heart. It has been a year since the separation of flesh and blood. Mother handfuls of Hong Zhanhui in her arms and burst into tears. All the grievances finally broke out.
1997 is the happiest year in Hong Zhanhui in recent years. The younger one is three years old. She learned to walk, speak and understand from a little girl. This year, Hong Zhanhui successfully completed his junior high school studies and became one of the three students admitted to Xihua No.1 Middle School, a key high school in Henan Province.
On the day of receiving the admission notice, Hong Zhanhui showed long-lost happiness. Happiness is accompanied by a strange feeling, is it bitter? Is it pain? Neither, both.
In high school, the reality of poverty has become a threshold before us. Where does the tuition money come from? How to bring the small one? Hong Zhanhui thought of flinching for the first time.
Xihua No.1 Middle School is more than 30 kilometers away from home, so it is impossible to go home every day like junior high school, and it is impossible to take Primary One to senior high school. What should I do? Reasoning, Hong Zhanhui thought of his mother. He wants to get his mother back and let her bear some difficulties by herself. In case we can't find her, we can only send the little one back to our biological parents. The little one has been whispered by good people.
This summer before entering high school, Hong Zhanhui began his mother-seeking journey. 10 days later, a kind neighbor told him that she had met his mother at a "meeting" in Shiyang. The news delighted Hong Zhanhui, who rode there early in the morning. After more than three hours, he finally arrived at Shiyang. When he asked a family by the roadside, he ran into his mother who missed him day and night. The son is the flesh and blood in the mother's heart. It has been a year since the separation of flesh and blood. Mother handfuls of Hong Zhanhui in her arms and burst into tears. All the grievances finally broke out. How much does Hong Zhanhui have to tell his mother? Perhaps only crying can vent your emotions, only crying can heal your scarred heart, and only crying in your mother's arms can relieve your thoughts and expectations for her.
NianLia wept bitterly on the roadside, and a year's missing turned into tears, which soaked NianLia's skirt. Hong Zhanhui held Niang's thin cheek in both hands and begged her mother to go back. Mother showed the scars left by her father's beating and shook her head with tears. ...
Father did great harm to mother. Hong Zhanhui knew that this inner hurt was more painful than the scar on his body. Hong Zhanhui's heart melted at the sight of his mother. He thought of his mother, so did she. He hopes that her life will be good, but how much happiness can she bring when she goes back?
One-inch looked at the strange woman in front of him with a look of fear. She turned her head to one side, looking for her closest person-her brother. Suddenly, she staggered to Hong Zhanhui, threw herself in his arms and cried, "I want to go home, I want to go home ..."
Years of hard work is to get ahead one day. High school is definitely a must. Mother didn't want to come back, so she had to send the little guy home. A neighbor inquired and told him that Tiny's mother might be in Zhao Jia Village, Xihuaying Township.
The next day, Hong Zhanhui bathed the little one, changed a set of clean clothes, and took her to Zhaojiacun, Xihuaying Town-here. The 3-year-old little one sat happily on the cross in front of the bike and laughed happily all the way. Hong Zhanhui remembers his sister's smiling face in infancy, and he also remembers the happiness and pain that this little guy brought him in recent years. A complex that is hard to give up is always stuck in his heart, which cannot be erased and avoided.
When she got there, the hostess held the "little guy" in her arms and cried, but she said that "little guy" was not her daughter. When he left, Hong Zhanhui decided to put down the little guy and leave. One-inch looked at the strange woman in front of him, showing a look of fear. She turned her head to one side, looking for her closest person-her brother. Suddenly, she staggered to Hong Zhanhui, threw herself in his arms and cried, "I want to go home, I want to go home …".
In an instant, Hong Zhanhui's tears burst into deep brotherhood. He knows that his sister can't live without him, and so does he.
When he left, the other party said that he was pitiful and gave Hong Zhanhui 1000 yuan, saying, "Call us when you have difficulties". Hong Zhanhui opened an iou and accepted it.
One-inch is very sensible, so he seems to know his brother's hardships and difficulties. Her brother told her not to go out, so she stayed in the cabin and waited for her brother to finish school. A few times, he walked out of the classroom after self-study, and the little guy fell asleep in the corridor outside.
The hardships of life will not stop because of the sympathy of others.
One day, while my father was a little stable, he said, "Yes, I want to earn money to study." My father seemed to understand his words and changed a bag of wheat at home into 50 yuan money. Hong Zhanhui braved the scorching sun and took the money from 50 yuan to Zhoukou City, Luohe County and other places. When he was in Xihua County, his dirty appearance aroused the sympathy of a middle-aged man. After learning about his situation, he found a job of delivering nail guns on the awning site built by middle-aged men. One summer vacation, he earned more than 700 yuan.
In September this year 1, Hong Zhanhui applied to Xihua No.1 Middle School. He left the 500 yuan of 1 0,000 given by others to his father to buy medicine, and paid the tuition with the rest plus the money earned from this holiday. High school life is a brand-new life. Hong Zhanhui came to a strange city for the first time, and his joy was filled with fear.
The study pressure in senior high school is incomparable to that in junior high school. Fortunately, Hong Zhanhui has a kind of perseverance that is rare among his peers. He is worried about the little girl's life, her food and health. After the school gradually settled down, Hong Zhanhui rented a house near the school and took Tiny away from home. Since then, Hong Zhanhui, like junior high school, has been running between school and residence every day. Early in the morning, he wants the younger one to have breakfast, then tells her not to go out and then goes to school. At noon and in the evening, he had a meal from school and brought it back to his residence to eat with the little guy.
One-inch is very sensible, so he seems to know his brother's hardships and difficulties. Her brother told her not to go out, so she stayed in the cabin and waited for her brother to finish school. When studying at night, Hong Zhanhui was worried that something would happen to the little guy if he stayed alone in the room, so he took her to school and put her by the door for her to play, for fear that she would make trouble. A few times, when he left the classroom after self-study, the little guy fell asleep in the corridor outside. Holding the little guy, Hong Zhanhui returned to the rented hut by the light of the street lamp.
To study in the county, all the expenses have increased. Hong Zhanhui knows that if I lose my financial resources, my father's illness will get better, and my brother and sister's life and my beautiful ideal will become empty talk. Working to earn money has become the biggest task for Hong Zhanhui after his heavy studies.
Since then, Hong Zhanhui has sold ballpoint pens, books and English tapes in his spare time on campus. Support the whole family with a small income. Campus promotion is something that others look down upon. What Hong Zhanhui did made many people who didn't know the inside story very disgusted. In one of his sales promotion, a teacher was very angry with his behavior of making money since he was a child and ruthlessly kicked him out of the classroom: "Are you here to study or to be a peddler?" No matter how difficult your family is, these money-making things should be done by your parents. Your task now is to study hard! Hong Zhanhui also don't refuse, fought back tears, packed up and went out. "。
Father needs to be taken care of, and the Hong family, who owes a lot of foreign debts and human feelings, needs to drop out of school for emergency. When she was a sophomore, Hong Zhanhui said goodbye to the reluctant campus with tears in her eyes.
In the color that people don't understand, Hong Zhanhui learned to take care of the little guy while making money, and he had to send medicine home to his father regularly. Although the days were difficult, Hong Zhanhui passed them smoothly. Life will not always be smooth sailing. Even for an unfortunate child like Hong Zhanhui, the short-term comfort gained through hard sweat and humiliating tears will not last long. When Hong Zhanhui was a sophomore, his father's mental illness suddenly broke out.
There is a serious conflict between filial piety and school work. His father needs to be taken care of in hospital, and his father needs to spend money to see a doctor. In order to borrow money, he went to several surrounding villages, begging from almost all his relatives and friends, putting in a good word for others and even kowtowing to them. However, the deep-rooted concept of "saving the poor without emergency" made Hong Zhanhui run for two days before borrowing money from 47 yuan, which was a drop in the bucket for his father's illness. Just when he was in extreme difficulty, an aunt extended a helping hand.
When Hong Zhanhui was at school, he helped a self-employed person sell paint in Nanguan, Xihua County. The boss is a compassionate aunt with a hard life experience. When she learned about the situation in Hong Zhanhui, she sent the money needed for medical treatment to Hong Zhanhui's home in time. Father needs to be taken care of, and the Hong family, who owes a lot of foreign debts and human feelings, needs to drop out of school for emergency. When she was a sophomore, Hong Zhanhui said goodbye to the reluctant campus with tears in her eyes.
Back home, he tidied up the farmland, took care of his father, taught his sister to read in his spare time, and went out to work in his spare time to make money to subsidize his family.
On the day he went out to work, Hong Zhanhui became more and more aware of the importance of knowledge. By 2000, when Little One was 6 years old, his father's illness was under control. At this time, the long-lost campus is full of his dreams, and he is eager to see him again.
After his father was rescued, Hong Zhanhui hurried home to get the things he was hospitalized, and rode to the hospital nearly100km away overnight. The rush of the day made Hong Zhanhui very tired. He can't keep his eyes open when riding a horse. As a result, even people and cars fell into the ditch on the side of the road ... Pain, injustice, sadness and despair all came to mind, and he couldn't help screaming, "Big, when will you recover?" Mom, why don't you come back? Do you know your son's pain? Little parents, since you gave birth to her, why did you abandon her ... why did all the burdens fall on me? God, why? Why? "
This summer, Qin, who taught in Xihua No.1 Middle School, was transferred to Xihua No.2 Middle School. What teacher Qin has been concerned about. After coming to his new job, he asked a student who knew about Hong Zhanhui to send a message to Hong Zhanhui: I hope Hong Zhanhui can go back to school. With the help of teacher Qin, I returned to school. However, at that time, the third year of the second middle school was newly built, and I could only start reading from the first year of high school. As a result, Hong Zhanhui became a freshman in Xihua No.2 Middle School.
Hong Zhanhui took the little guy again. The little guy is old enough to go to school. Teacher Qin helped him find a primary school near No.2 Middle School, where he started to go to school.
A new high school life has begun again. Different from the past, in addition to making money, self-study and taking care of the little guy's life, tutoring the little guy's study has become a daily thing in Hong Zhanhui.
Everything in the next life was dull, but God played a trick on people. In June 2002, my father's mental illness was committed for the third time. He sent his father to a mental hospital, and people would not accept patients without paying the hospitalization fee. Hong Zhanhui knelt down and kowtowed to the hospital. The doctor's heart of stone was not moved by Hong Zhanhui's most traditional begging method. Hong Zhanhui's crying didn't help, and the hospital kicked them out. My brother may be tired of this family, left without saying goodbye and went out to work.
/kloc-one day after the end of 0/0, Fugou Mental Hospital was moved by Hong Zhanhui's filial piety and promised not to charge hospitalization fees but only treatment fees. Hong Zhanhui was very happy when his father was saved. He hurried home to get something from the hospital, and rode to the hospital overnight after he got home. It is nearly100km from home to hospital. It's already deep at night. After running all day, Hong Zhanhui was exhausted. He can't keep his eyes open when riding a horse. As a result, he fell into a ditch by the side of the road with his car ... When he woke up, the bicycle was on him and the pieces of the water bottle were scattered all over the floor. He didn't have the strength to push the bike away, and there was only one feeling in his body-pain, incomparable pain. There are few pedestrians on the highway. After the vehicles pass by from time to time, they immediately fall into darkness. Pain, grievances, bitterness and despair all come to mind. He couldn't help howling: "Da (Editor's Note: the name of Yudong's father), when will you recover?" Mom, why don't you come back? Do you know your son's pain? You won't come to see me after supporting yourself for so many years. Little parents, since you gave birth to her, why did you abandon her ... why did all the burdens fall on me? God, why? Why? "Late autumn night, only the sound of the wind accompanied his crying and sobbing. ......
He thought of his father, hated his mother, thought of the little guy, and complained about God's injustice ... I don't know how long he has been lying in the ditch. He seemed to see his father's eyes and hear his sister's crying. "No, I have to get up. I can't fall here, or my whole family will be finished. " He stood up tenaciously and groped out of the ditch. ...
When he was a sophomore in Hong Zhanhui, forced by his livelihood, he worked as a handyman in a restaurant near the school, helping his boss wash dishes every morning. The boss paid 30 yuan a monthly salary and had breakfast. He doesn't eat Chinese food at ordinary times, but drinks some porridge at night. Sometimes on weekends, he has to rush home to water the 8 acres of wheat fields on which the whole family depends.
Later, he saw that students had a great demand for review materials, so he took a bus to Zhengzhou on Sunday to wholesale books and went back to school to sell them. In order to save costs, it takes him more than two hours to walk from the bus station to Zhengzhou Book City in the western suburbs of Zhengzhou and then return by bus. Because everyone knows his situation, coupled with honest management, his business is booming, and even students from other schools come to him to buy books. But a kind of disaster also quietly fell on his head.
There are several local people near Nanguan in Xihua County who are also running the book business. When they saw that their business was gradually taken away by Hong Zhanhui, they were unwilling. One night, after the evening self-study, Hong Zhanhui was ready to return to the rented cabin. Suddenly, several young people came out of the darkness. They were beaten by Hong Zhanhui. Their noses are bleeding and their eyes can't see anything. After the fight, Hong Zhanhui didn't call the police, even the teachers and classmates didn't know. He is afraid of more revenge, but he still can't see clearly because of his serious eye disease. From then on, when Hong Zhanhui finished class at night, he had an extra one in his hand, which was his weapon for self-defense, so the books naturally could not be sold.
After all, the difficulties are temporary. With unyielding faith, Hong Zhanhui, in June 2003, Hong Zhanhui entered the college entrance examination room.
When he heard that he wanted to see his brother, the little guy was very excited and didn't sleep well all night. They set out from Xihua early in the morning. When the bus arrived in Huaihua, the little guy couldn't sit still and stared at the window. Zhang Yongguang knows that she misses her brother so much.
In July, the results of the college entrance examination were announced. Finally, Hong Zhanhui was admitted to the Department of Economics and Management of Huaihua University with a score of 490. But the 5000 yuan tuition and the care of his sister made him very embarrassed! Taking advantage of this holiday, he worked in a spring factory and earned 1500 yuan. Considering that even Xue Fei has to pay tuition and go to a new place, Hong Zhanhui doesn't intend to take the little guy to school in the new semester.
On the day of registration, he entrusted the little guy to his aunt, shouldered the bag of 100 kilograms of spring and got on the train, and came to Huaihua University in the mountainous area of western Hunan. With the help of his classmates, he sold these springs to a manufacturer of mousetraps and handed over more than 2000 yuan to the school. In order to make a living, he sold telephone cards and ballpoint pens at school, advertised in the Economic E Times column of Huaihua TV Station, and worked as a sales agent for an electronic dealer in BBK. His monthly income was more than 600 yuan, which was only enough for the whole family to barely live. At first, his classmates only thought that he had a business mind, but he never cooked meat or sent money home, which made him feel incomprehensible.
In the Spring Festival of 2003, a warm day arrived, and Hong Zhanhui returned to her long-lost home. Tiny has dropped out of school. She is black and thin. She saw her little sister who had dropped out of school at home, thin and black, covered with lice. The little guy who hasn't seen his brother for months snuggled up to him. Looking at him, Hong Zhanhui felt a twinge of guilt. After the Spring Festival began, his story gradually spread all over the school?