his tongue-in-cheek guide

Chapter 157 Part 1

——He stood there, like a tall and straight poplar tree, beautiful and dignified, growing beautifully against the wind.

Fang Qi hated the hospital.

He felt that it was like a huge crematorium. Some people burned money, some people burned their passion for life, and some people burned their warmth towards humanity.

Fang Qi's life has not been smooth since he was born, which probably has something to do with his bad birth time.

It is said that in the middle of the night on a snowy day, his old lady lay in bed in pain for a long time and no one came to take care of her. It was not until dawn that the aunt next door found out and was sent to the hospital.

The doctor said that the child was too big to have a caesarean section.

But her old lady was only a few hundred dollars, so she didn't have that spare money, so she desperately wanted to give birth smoothly.There is no way, only forcefully.

After tossing for a day and a night, finally in the early morning of the next day, Fang Qi fell to the ground.

Some people are born with a DV record of the whole process. Grandparents and grandparents are the first to look forward to it. Imported milk powder will be delivered to their mouths when their mouths are deflated, and high-end diapers will be placed on their legs when they are flipped.

But he was born dumbfounded, his father lost his gambling and ran away, his mother lived by working in a factory, no grandma, no DV, he almost didn't even have a baby.

Thanks to the kindness of the aunt next door, she sent a worn-out pillow cover, which was sewn and mended by his skillful mother, and it was also a qualified swaddling baby.

Probably because it took too much effort to give birth to him, and the confinement was not done well. In his memory, his old mother is just a crooked medicine jar.

But it was just such a medicine jar that abruptly dragged his sick body until he was 14 years old.

He has a tough temper since he was a child, which probably has something to do with this incident.

Orphans and widows have been bullied since ancient times, not to mention that his mother is not in good health and has to report to the hospital every now and then.

In order to make a living, at the age of three or four, he used a small bench to fight wits with public stoves, or dragged a snakeskin bag longer than his body to walk around the streets to pick up plastic bottles for money.

His mother finally married a worker in her teens. The wedding banquet was held in a hurry, with only three tables. Not a good match.

But this man is willing to bear the life of their mother and child, leaving early and returning late every day, riding a bicycle and wearing work clothes that look like they have been covered with starch to get under the car, like a nimble gopher.

Men’s wages are not high, but when they have spare time, they will bring some worthless snacks to Fang Qi on the way home from get off work, sometimes [-] cents for candy, sometimes [-] cents for popcorn.

The man's broad palm with the smell of motor oil is like a small umbrella, covering Fang Qi's childhood with a piece of peace in this world.

Fang Qi, who has never tasted sweetness after living so long, thought that his miserable life was finally over.

The premise is that the worker's jack is fixed that day.

Fang Qi didn't know what it would be like to be hit by a ton-heavy truck, but he knew that it would be difficult for this person to survive.

So when he took the woman's hand to identify the corpse in the mortuary, he didn't let the woman remove the white cloth covering the worker's face.

Because he has already recognized the oily, wide and rough hands of the worker, and even the calluses on the palms are unbiased.

The woman fainted from crying in front of his eyes, and he tried hard to straighten his back and hold the woman's body limp into a puddle of mud.

But it was useless, he was so small, he had just reached the mortuary table.

After that, the woman's body completely collapsed, and the man's work unit refused to admit that the man was a work-related injury on the grounds that the man did not operate properly. In the end, the woman went to the man's work unit hysterically to make a few fights, and finally got a little pension. .

This is the source of life for their mother and son.

The bad life made Fang Qi experience the cruelty of the world prematurely, and it also made him really unable to have any good hopes for life.

Two years later, the woman told him one day that there seemed to be something growing on her chest, and she went to the hospital for a checkup, breast cancer.

——Maybe he thinks his life is not enough to be fucked.Fang Qi thought so while holding a medical certificate.

And at that time, his body was like a springing bamboo shoots, his appearance changed every day, and he could hear the crackling and growing of bones every night.

And he was often tortured by the pain of cramps due to calcium deficiency, so that he tossed and turned in pain on the bed. Whenever he woke up from the pain at night, he would clenched his fist and smashed the growing pains to pieces. blood swallow.

Happiness in this world is mostly similar, only misfortune has its own appearance.

Every time he followed the woman for a review, every time he watched the woman being pushed into the operating room with hope, he wondered if he had grown up and everything was fine.

It's a pity that people have grown up, and the situation still hasn't improved at all.

Fang Qi, who grew up stumbling like this, has doubts about the world in his bones, and he always looks at the world cautiously and angrily.

But people still grow up, and life has to go on.

He can only go to school and work part-time to support his sick old mother. Sometimes the money is really hard to come by. For example, when some sophisticated examination equipment is newly installed in the hospital or the latest anti-cancer drugs are recommended for them to use, he will go to someone. borrow money.

Where ordinary people dare to lend him money casually, he has no choice but to meet some gangsters in the society, and these people are willing to give him money, so he spends some time perfunctory.

But there were also times when we couldn't handle it. That afternoon, it happened to be the woman's third operation for reexamination, and the situation was very bad.

So when the other party spoke rudely, he didn't suppress his temper. He was not a good person in the first place, and he never flinched when he had to fight.

At that time, he thought darkly, if the wounded person went in, would he not have to face the hospital deposit slips and the woman's increasingly capricious condition.

But when that young man appeared in front of him with a plain white body and a cold expression, he was stunned.

He had a vague impression of this person, he only knew that he seemed to be someone in his class, he was a good-looking person with good grades, but he himself, a person who fell asleep every time he was in class, could remember anything.

This was about the first time he had looked at this man in the eye.

No one would know his astonishment at that time, like a beam of cold moonlight suddenly shining in the misty night.

You know it's not warm, but it's light, a light that can help you light up the night.

The young man frightened away the gangster, his cold gaze stayed on him for a while, then he turned and left.

People are gone, but some things have stayed there.

Fang Qi felt that he must be crazy, and he began to prick up his ears quietly while sleeping on the desk to find a sound.

He didn't speak much, but every sentence was sonorous and powerful. Few teenagers in the voice-changing period spoke as beautifully as him.

That man has good grades, looks good, and is as clear as a poplar tree. When he reads in the morning, he can see the sun at eight or nine in the morning falling on his jade-like face.

Another morning reading, he heard him read: "When the moonlight enters the house, let's go happily..."

It seems to be a story about a poet who was amazed by the moonlight and gave up sleeping to go on a night trip with his friends.

This voice, holding his breath, reads the book one by one, but it sounds so good.

This was probably the only ray of light in Fang Qi's extremely dark youth.

He didn't feel that he was in love secretly, but felt that it was just the habitual pursuit of light by people who had been in the dark for a long time.

Until one afternoon, in the middle of the physical education class, he was pushed down because the opponent fouled him, so he had to go to the infirmary to ask the school doctor for some disinfectant.

He couldn't play the ball for the time being, so he could only return to the classroom to rest because he thought he was unlucky.

But when he stepped into the classroom, he was stunned. Physical education is the only extracurricular activity for students, and few people would choose to stay in the classroom at this time.

Not to mention that this person is someone Fang Qi has focused on recently.

The boy fell asleep by the window, and a ray of sunlight that slanted at three or four o'clock in the afternoon fell on the boy's eyelashes, and the sharp phoenix eyes that were usually sharp suddenly softened, with a kind of boy's unique, male and female incongruity. The beauty of debate.

Even the skin seemed to be glowing.

At that moment, Fang Qi, who was in his teens, heard his own heartbeat so clearly for the first time, it was deafening, crushing, landslides and earth cracked.

He stood there like an idiot, not knowing what to do.

A ray of wind in early summer gently raised the curtains, and the old pale green swayed around the young man's lips without interest.

Fang Qi's eyes also fell on the thin pink lips, which the young man always pursed tightly on weekdays, looking very unreasonable.

But at this moment, it is slightly opened in his sleep, and his excellent eyesight can even see a row of neat, rice-like teeth inside.

At this time, his heart was beating so fast that it was about to explode, and at the same time, an evil thought suddenly appeared in his heart.

He approached the young man slowly, for the first time in his life he was so cautious and extremely calm.

When he walked up to the young man, the man was still ignorant and moved with some dissatisfaction, as if disturbed by the naughty curtain rippling around his lips.

He held his breath, bent down, and approached the boy's plain face trembling slightly.

Until the other party's breath warmed against his face.

The boy's eyelids trembled slightly, and a little blue blood vessel was slowly beating under the skin.

Who knows what was going through his mind at that moment.

But he didn't take the next step.

It wasn't until the curtain was blown up again by the wind that it blocked between the two of them, and a corner brushed against Fang Qi's lips, that he retreated quickly as if getting an electric shock.

It was obviously just the rough texture of the chemical fiber cloth, but it made me blush instantly, maybe the other side just happened to touch the boy's lips.

This minor accident was enough to mess him up, he could only flee the scene in a hurry, embarrassed and excited.

Of course, before he left, he tied the curtain tightly and stuffed it out of the window.

Shortly after that, Fang Qi ushered in the greatest disaster in his life. He lost his mother, and the teenager changed schools soon, and they never spoke a word again.

Opportunities in life come and go in such a hurry.

As for the young man's mind, the grass grows and the warbler flies, and the afternoon exuding the summer fragrance is gradually sealed into the old photo album.