Chapter 44 Chapter 43 Accident (No.238 - No.242)

The sign of the arrival of the Spring Festival is probably that my dad started to move home batches of rice, soybean oil, vouchers, oranges, apples, broadband fish... I have never felt much about Spring Festival.In the past, Chinese people’s expectations for the Spring Festival were mostly due to lack of material, especially for some northern rural areas, this kind of opportunity to wear new clothes, eat big fish and meat, and clean up is very rare, so how could they not be happy. When I was young, I thought going to my grandparents' house was very lively, but now it's just boring.The Spring Festival Gala is not good, I have nothing to do, and I have to face inquiries from my seven aunts and eight aunts about my academic performance, and my scalp is numb just thinking about it.

Xiao Linfan came to me bouncing around and asked, "Sister, it's almost Chinese New Year, why are you unhappy?" I patted his head and said with a smile, "Treasure it well, the new year is still a happy thing for you now." Xiao Linfan nodded vigorously: "I will be happy if I have lucky money." After a pause, he added: "If Ching Ming Festival also has lucky money, then I will also like Ching Ming Festival." Hmm, you can collect money on Tomb-sweeping Day when you die.I smiled and urged him to get dressed quickly, and we went downstairs to set off firecrackers.

A wimpy child like Xiao Linfan likes to set off firecrackers very much. Fortunately, although my elder sister has no interest, she is not afraid, so my dad bought a lot of firecrackers that he thinks have a higher safety factor, and let me go downstairs to play with my brother. . Among firecrackers with a high safety factor, Xiao Linfan's favorite second kicker is naturally absent. My dad said that every year in the news, someone puts a kicker and blows half his head off. "Half of the face is gone, and the eyes have collapsed in!" ... Dad, can you stop saying such horrible and disgusting things to the children in a friendly manner?

We got dressed and walked out the door, shutting behind my father and Aunt Qi's thousands of instructions. "What do you want to put first? How about a little butterfly?" I rummaged through the plastic bag and took out a firecracker that was smaller than a matchbox, with small yellow wings painted on the surface. "This is a little bee." Xiao Linfan glanced at me contemptuously. Soon I understood why it was called a little bee.After igniting the fire and putting it on the ground, it will spin and fly straight up to the sky, making a sound like a bee with its butt on fire.

At first I was still a little apprehensive, but after successfully releasing a few simple, gentle, non-flickering firecrackers, we both became more and more courageous. Sometimes, the smell of gunpowder is also very pleasant. Even if I am bold, I am very cautious.After the firecrackers were lit several times, we quickly avoided, but there was no movement for half a minute.Xiao Linfan felt that it had gone out halfway, so he hurried over to check, but I stopped him. "Anyway, there are so many in the bag, one or two is not bad, we don't want it, in case something goes wrong." I quickly took out a new firecracker from the bag to attract his attention.

It was getting a bit late by this time.Xiao Linfan originally wanted to come out at night, because setting off firecrackers during the day is not beautiful.I pulled him upstairs, but he refused, and insisted on setting off some beautiful fireworks to finish off. I had to take out a thin stick like a golden cudgel.I don't know what this variety is called, but I played with this when I was a child. Just point one end and point to the sky, and the stick will spit out different colored fireworks at a rate of one mouthful every two seconds. Of course it’s not the kind that will bloom into flowers, it’s just a dot of colored light that crosses a parabola and disappears into the night sky before it falls.

I used to call it colorful spitting essence when I was a kid. Although Xiao Linfan was unhappy, there was nothing he could do. He was still a very sensible and well-behaved little boy. I asked him to hold the spitting stick facing the sky at a forty-five degree angle, and then carefully lit the end facing the sky with a match. The first three mouthfuls of phlegm were all normal, and there was a bright but small light in the dark blue night sky. Kobayashi Fan raised his face and smiled at me. But at this moment, the spitter suddenly went crazy, and actually spewed sparks from the buttocks, that is, in the direction of Lin Fan's chest!

After the dazzling flames passed, I watched Xiao Linfan's face instantly blackened by the gunpowder, and the down jacket on his chest had a big hole and it was scorched black. He lurched back and fell to the ground. The whole process was so sudden, it seemed to me in slow motion, and my mind went blank. The stick that fell on the ground was still spraying fire, I rushed up and kicked it away, then turned my head to check on Lin Fan's condition. Fortunately, it seems that there is no trauma on the face, and it will not affect the appearance, but I don't know if the chest is injured.I was so anxious that tears fell instantly.

I didn't bring my mobile phone with me when I went out, so I couldn't call 120 or notify my parents.As the New Year approached, the small shops on the street were basically closed, and when I looked around, there were no pedestrians.I waited in despair for a few seconds, gritted my teeth, picked him up, and carried him on my back. The first time I didn't stand up, I just knelt on the ground, and my knees hurt from the asphalt road in winter.I can't tell whether my tears are from fear or pain, and I can't see the way anyway. I scrambled and crawled all the way to carry Lin Fan to the door of my house, but I had no strength to take him upstairs, so I could only cruelly put him in the corridor on the first floor, then turned around and ran upstairs in big strides.

Fortunately, my house is only on the third floor.I knocked on the door desperately, and it was Aunt Qi who opened the door. "Geng Geng, what's wrong with you?" She looked at me at the door, instinctively feeling something, "Where's Fanfan?" "I can't bring him up. He's still on the first floor. Hurry up and call an ambulance. He was injured by the blast and is now unconscious..." I choked on the saliva and coughed.Aunt Qi was stunned, her usually indifferent face suddenly became hard, and the next second she pushed me away forcefully, and ran downstairs like crazy.

I had no strength at all, and I couldn't stand still at all.She pushed me so hard that the back of my head hit the wall, and my eyes went blank. Fortunately not dizzy.I leaned against the wall and squatted down, shaking my head, the Venus in my field of vision slowly receded, and finally I could see clearly again. The first thing I saw was my dad's slippers. He knelt down, touched the back of my head and asked, Geng Geng, are you okay?dedicated?dedicated? I held back the sourness in my heart and shook my head at him. "Dad, hurry up and call an ambulance. Lin Fan..." "I heard it. Calling an ambulance is faster than me. Geng Geng, you can wait at home, lie down quickly, and call me if you have any questions. I will take him to the hospital now." His voice was still calm, with a reassuring power.Why didn't I find out before. "Dad!" I instinctively grabbed his sleeve, trying to explain that it wasn't my fault, but held back. It's not the right time, so don't waste your time.My dad will believe me. My dad helped me stand up, then went back to the house to get the car keys, wallet, and mobile phone, and hurried downstairs. I couldn't see the expression on his face when he left.I couldn't see clearly, not sure if it was dizziness or tears. I went home and washed my face, nestled on the sofa and closed my eyes for a while.The back of my head still hurts, but it's nothing serious, it's just that I was unprepared and hit too hard. Although he was wronged, he was more worried about Lin Fan's situation. I thought about it and called my mom. Normally my mom would interrupt me and jump straight to the conclusion—that is, scold me—but this time, she calmly listened to me on the other end of the phone. Maybe it's because I didn't tell her about Aunt Qi pushing me. My mother said calmly: "It's not your responsibility, but the most important thing now is how the child is doing." She said she would call my dad and go to the hospital. "I'll call you as soon as I know what's going on, don't worry." I sat by the bed for an entire hour, and then I received a text message from my mother, saying that she had also rushed to the city's first hospital. "It's not life-threatening, and there's no serious trauma, but the child hasn't woken up yet. Don't worry. Your father and mother may have to accompany you tonight. Come and stay with me for two days." My mother has always been very prompt in handling things. I waited at home for another hour, packed a few clothes and the tutorial books I needed to read, and her car was already parked downstairs. "There was no obvious trauma, but the chest was a little hot, coupled with the impact, the respiratory tract was choked by the gunpowder, so I fainted. After two days of rest, everything will be fine, and there will be no sequelae. Don't worry." It's been a long time since my mother has spoken to me so tenderly. I nodded, put the travel bag on the back seat, sat in the passenger seat by myself, and fastened the seat belt. My mother sighed and started the car. We didn't talk much the whole time. I have been deliberately not to magnify the unhappiness of single parent life, and let myself hide from the sky and be silly.However, there are too many intimacy and distance hidden in this fragile family relationship, and a little test can test out the truth. I am not unreasonable.I especially understand Aunt Qi.She used to be 100% in being a stepmother, she was so perfect that she was not an ordinary person, as if she would never have emotional ups and downs; until the moment she pushed me, I saw from her anxious and complaining eyes that she was like my mother. The same mother who protects the calf. No matter how good you are to other people's children, you have to measure it. It is unreserved and irrational to care about your own children. The frustrating thing about this matter is that she was not wrong, and I was not wrong, but she broke my heart, and I hurt her son. We have long known each other that there will always be such a thing, and there will always be such a day. We both carefully avoided it, but it happened anyway. Before going to bed, I received a call from my dad and told me again what my mom had told me. "Father knows it all, and it wasn't your responsibility. It's too messy here now. You should live with your mother for a day. Dad is sorry for you." I laughed, knowing that it was difficult for him, so I didn't say anything, and hung up the phone. My mother was brushing her teeth in the bathroom, and when she heard the phone call, she came over and said vaguely to me that she had explained it to me when she first went to the hospital. "The child's mother seems quite sensible. Besides, the child is fine, and she doesn't need to make a big fuss. She should politely tell me that it's her son's mischief, not you." "They will think that I called you to complain," I smiled wryly, "just to excuse myself or something." My mother frowned, swept away the previous tenderness, and said, "Of course I just went to excuse you, and you didn't lie! No matter what she thinks in her heart, I've said what I said anyway, and she has nothing to reason with." When her son wakes up, won't he know what's going on as soon as he asks? That's all right, all right, don't think too much about it, you shouldn't have thought about it in the first place. " She paused, then sighed suddenly, and said again: "I don't know what happened to your father. Forget it, it's all our fault." She hugged me, patted my back and said, "Geng Geng, Mom and Dad have wronged you." I was fine. Her last sentence suddenly made me cry like a fool.