Chapter 4 third quarter
In the spring of 1996, Yang Chi sneezed at the School of Chemical Engineering, and his nosebleeds splashed on the face of his female classmate.His nosebleeds dripped onto his sneakers, and he sneezed a second time, unabashedly.The female classmate quit and asked him to pay for the laundry.Lao Yang had a nosebleed while washing in the water room.The brother in the lower berth said, that’s all for washing a coat, and you will die if you are asked to wash your bra in the future?In the days that followed, Lao Yang had nosebleeds whenever he saw boys, aunts in charge, or even a dog.He realized he had to go to the hospital.
At that time, it was only three months before he graduated, and he hadn't found a job yet. He hung out all day, which was very suitable for serious illness.I went to the hospital for a checkup, and it wasn't serious. Nasal polyps, but the flesh grows when there is a wind, is it okay?What comes in and out of the nasal cavity is wind.The doctor rolled up his sleeves and said that it must be removed and he was going to perform an operation.
Lao Yang asked, "Is the operation major?"
The doctor said, "You will not be able to move for two or three days."
This requires finding someone to serve him.Lao Yang has a lot of friends, and he knows at least a thousand of the three to five thousand people in the school. Many people are willing to go to the hospital on duty just to see how he can't move.He was a little unhappy.Just at this time, I called him from Chengdu, and he said coquettishly, "I'm going to die."
I said, "I'm going to die too."
At that time, I was already free, with a wide sea and sky, and I was penniless. I squandered all the money I had saved from working in the factory for three years.I bought a train ticket and went to Sichuan, planning to take another train to Tibet.Of course, the factory doctor’s sister was no longer in Lhasa at that time. She traveled, went to graduate school, went abroad, and ran more erratically than a Scud missile.Looking at Tibet in Chengdu, I remembered the joy of having sex with her and the pain after she left. I couldn't help but whet my appetite and fell in love with hot pot. After eating for a month, my stomach hurt for 30 days.When I had only 300 yuan on me, I was desperate. I called Lao Yang’s dormitory and asked him if there was anyone in Chengdu who could take me to the train station. Mom can see my dead body.
Lao Yang said: "I need someone to take care of me and take care of me."
I had no choice but to say weakly: "Wash your ass and wait for me." This is not obscenity, but a daily greeting between us.
It's not easy for me, for a boy, I bought a train ticket first, then poured a full eight berberine into myself, threw it on the train, and ran towards him.
I didn't meet a single girl on the way, just exhausted men who had been worn out by the journey or life.The eight berberine pills completely numb my stomach and my brain stuck, and I didn't recover until two days later.
I met a girl carrying a guitar, and the car had already arrived in Hangzhou and was very empty. When she got in the car, I was lying on the seat with my head thrown out.If you lie down like this, your head will be hit by luggage and carts coming and going, but its advantage is that you can rest your feet on the wall of the car, or even hang them out of the car window, which is comfortable.I saw her from a lower angle, and she also looked down at me. She was bright and charming, with a face as clean as that of an angel.I've told Yang Chi a hundred times that if you lie flat and look up at a girl's bent face, you'll be moved by her.Lao Yang doesn't care, he likes to do the opposite.He thought I had been lying too long on the medical examination table in the factory infirmary.
I sat up and looked at her, short hair, wearing an American army jacket, which made me even more fascinated.Before that, the girls I liked had permed hair, broom hair, and flowing straight hair, but this was the only one with boy hair.By the way, my hair was so long that it covered most of my face.I asked her to sit down, she shook her head to show that she didn't need it, hugged the guitar to her chest and said, "Hi everyone, I'm a singer, and I came on the train mainly to exercise myself. It's called "Fallen Angels." I interjected, ""Fallen Angels" is Zheng Zhihua's song." She ignored me, secretly extended her left hand and gave me a middle finger, and then started playing the piano.It's a cheerful song, with the rhythm of a train moving, the lyrics are messy and I can't understand, she has a good voice, and there is a high note at the end that looks like the scream of an angel falling to the ground.Everyone in the carriage stretched out their heads to look at her.
Smoking was still allowed on the trains in those days, as long as the carriages were not lit up, you could smoke casually.I got myself a cigarette and listened to her finish.No one applauds, and I don't applaud, because of the middle finger.She started to sing the second song. She sang very lyrically without reporting the title of the song.When she finished singing the song and was about to walk around the carriage, everyone understood her intention, and all their heads shrank back.
I thought she just disappeared, but she came back and sat on the seat opposite me.At this time, a train conductor came over to her and said, "Singing is very good, but stop singing, the train announcement can't be heard. A passenger fainted just now." Then he said loudly, "Who is the doctor here?" Some heads popped out curiously again.The conductor shook his head, expressed concern about the quality of these Chinese people, pointed at her and said, "Also, begging is not allowed on the train." After finishing speaking, he left.
We didn't talk, the sky was getting dark, and we could see ourselves in the car window, floating on the unknown scenery.The troubadour sighed wearily.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"Daicheng."
"I'm from Daicheng," I said, "you have to change trains in Shanghai to get there."
"Is Daicheng fun?" She was stunned for a while and asked.
"It's not fun, it's all laid-off workers. If you go there to play, you might as well go to Shanghai."
"I've been to Shanghai, it's not fun, I want to go to Daicheng more." She said, "They say that Daicheng is also very prosperous, with a large development zone, and many Japanese, Koreans, Taiwanese, and Hong Kong people are here. Where."
She reminded me.Yes, the ancient and self-righteous Daicheng has also learned to spend his days and nights.The high-tech development zone is well-organized and elegant, with roads being paved everywhere, foreign-funded enterprises and processing plants stationed, the city undergoing a makeover, and the number of migrants increasing year by year.There are many bars in some areas, KTV and sauna rooms can be seen from time to time, and giant supermarkets and international shopping centers are showing their prominence.Daicheng is developed, it is not all laid-off workers as I said, I am slandering my hometown, a bit like a traitor.I can't help but sigh, isn't it like a dream to suddenly become an internationally renowned gold rush destination in a place where I tried my best to leave in my youth?
After the train arrived at the station, she took her own and bought a ticket at the ticket office inside the station, and I walked towards the subway station in Shanghai unhappy alone.She suddenly caught up again, took out a business card and handed it to me, which was the "Seven Dwarfs" bar in Daicheng, as well as the address and phone number.I said that there is no need to give the business card. I know this unlucky place. Its predecessor was the Cultural Palace Club.She said, "You can find me here, I'm the singer-in-residence. What's your name?"
"My name is Old K, and I am a famous poet in Daicheng."
In fact, I am not old K. Old K is a long-haired and bearded guy like me. Since I dressed myself up like this, on many occasions in Daicheng, I have been mistaken for old K, a famous poet or something.He is said to be a regular at the "Seven Dwarfs" bar.The reason why I pretended to be old K was just because I didn't have money to go to the bar to find her, and I didn't have money to find any women.Maybe old K can fall in love with her for me.It hurts, I'm fucking broke at my best age.
I get on the subway.It was already night, and the car was very empty. From the sixth car to the front of the car, the view was unobstructed, like a corridor leading to the future.When the car arrived at the terminal, I went straight to the School of Chemical Engineering, and went to Yang Chi's dormitory to see that the bed was empty.The brother in the lower berth told me: "You just came, Lao Yang has undergone surgery during the day, and now he is lying in the hospital." "Is anyone taking care of him?" "There was, but not now." The brother in the lower bunk was confused in his speech, and it took me a long time to understand that the school sent a female student cadre to take care of Lao Yang, or rather a supervisor, to prevent him from cutting out the cecum by the way.The female cadre waited outside the operating room for a long time, when the doctor came out and showed her the polyp.This is the rule, and they all do this, but she fainted from fright, woke up and vomited for a while, and fled back to school.So Lao Yang was lying on the hospital bed alone. "It must be lonely?" I said gloatingly. "Before the operation, he had conquered all the nurses in the ward, and every nurse rushed to get a needle in his buttocks. He won't be alone, at least not in his buttocks." said the brother on the lower berth. I believed the bastard's words, and I was relieved, feeling a little tired.He went out to eat first, and then took a cold shower in the water room despite the slight cold in spring, and climbed to sleep on Lao Yang's bed according to the old rules.The next morning, I set off for the hospital.The brother in the lower bunk told me: "Thirteen beds in six wards." The hospital is located along Hengshan Road.When I went there, there was a boom in outpatient clinics. Countless people lined up, and a few Shanghai uncles wearing red armbands who looked like pickets were calling their numbers. There was an iron plate at each entrance, marking the name of each department.The scene was less like a hospital than a train station.When I came to the inpatient department, I thought I would see Yang Chi lying peacefully on the bed, but the corridor was in chaos, the nurses were running around like crazy, and the doctor in a white coat almost bumped into me.I asked a nurse what was wrong.She said that the thirteenth bed was bleeding heavily and was about to die. "Will you die?" I said. "Heavy bleeding, do you know what is heavy bleeding?" The nurse threw me a word and left. I never thought that Lao Yang would die. In 1996, inexplicably, we had been friends for sixteen years.For the past sixteen years, he has always been full of vigor, nagging, and there is no way he will die. The worst time for him was to grab a table tennis racket from me. Even with the stitches in the hospital, I survived.This time he actually got a polyp, I was stunned, like a person who drinks milk all year round, one day he picked up a glass and drank lime water, I was very shocked and very unguarded.I tried to break through the fence the nurse had put up and called his name through a choked voice.One of the fences turned around and forked me out: don't join in the fun here! In fact, it was an accident and the operation was successful. Lao Yang’s nasal cavity was cleaned up the day before, but he was lying on the hospital bed late at night, bored (no nurses came to take care of him), and felt that his nose was very dry. Blocked, I dug in with my fingers and found something.He pulled it, and what came out was a hemostatic gauze, which had been stuffed there after the operation, but it wasn't so tight, and he pinched it to the corner of the gauze.Feeling curious, he pulled it out again, and pulled out something like a red scarf, completely like magic.He majored in chemical engineering and lacked medical knowledge, so he couldn't figure out how he could accommodate such a huge thing in his small nasal cavity.Immediately afterwards, blood poured down like a faucet turned on. Lao Yang pressed the alarm on the bedside, but no nurse came.He sat up in a daze for a while, and soon his clothes and sheets were stained red.An uncle who was not asleep was lying on his side watching him bleeding, and said very frightenedly, "I think you should go out and call for help." At this moment, he saw the nurse walk in, and then she ran out again with a loud bang. , Countless people held him down in the darkness, nosebleed poured down his throat, as if they were about to drown him.He is bleeding profusely. Here I would like to add that a week before Lao Yang's operation, 200cc of blood was forcibly taken by the school.The 200CC is a rated task. If you don't take it away, you won't get a bachelor's degree certificate.Together with other classmates, he drank two pots of salt water early in the morning, then went to draw blood, and drank two pots of sugar water after the pumping, and looked at his thin and pale body. I feel sorry for the patients with this body donating blood .In fact, he didn't understand that thin people's blood is healthier, while fat people have blood clots, and it's not easy to find veins. After donating blood, it is said that surgery is not allowed, but he concealed this part, because the surgery must be done before graduation. College students have medical insurance benefits when they live in the hospital. If they can’t find a job after graduation, they have to pay for it themselves .When Lao Yang was in the hospital for emergency treatment, he, who had a blood donation certificate, quickly earned back the 200CC. This was a great strategic victory. When I went back upstairs, the ward was empty and the sheets had been changed.I ran out and grabbed a nurse and asked what happened to the thirteenth bed.The nurse said, let go, why are you pinching me? Isn't Bed Thirteen just a college student who is bleeding profusely?I said thank goodness you guys changed the sheets and I thought he was belching.The nurse said, can I not change the blood on the bed sheet? I felt better again, and wandered around the hospital with joy and boredom. I could have gone shopping or something, but my stomach still felt uncomfortable that day. Shanghai is a place where it is difficult to find a toilet. It is better to stay in the hospital. up.I looked stupidly at every nurse. Their backs are usually good. If I see their faces from the front, I am sometimes disappointed and sometimes pleasantly surprised, like gambling.At this time, I heard someone shouting from behind: "Lu Xiaolu, what are you running around here?" I turned my head in horror and saw my cousin Lu Xiaojuan.
Back in the day, I often went to see Lao Yang in the School of Chemical Engineering. The two of us squeezed together on the narrow and hard bed of the school, so we could only sleep in staggered positions, with each other's feet inserted next to each other's heads.The brother in the lower berth was terrified and asked you two idiots to sleep at 69. Later, when he saw that it was 96, he was relieved.When I said this about sleeping, I didn't mean anything else. I just said that I knew Lao Yang very well. We once hung out to medical school as a gang.My cousin Lu Xiaojuan is studying at university here, and the two places are not far away, both in the Xujiahui area.After entering the medical school and sneaking into the girls' dormitory building, Yang Chi was still muttering: Everyone should be in class this morning.I said based on my experience, my sister must be sleeping right now.When I went up and knocked on the door, I really didn't let me down. Lu Xiaojuan was sleepy, her hair was disheveled, and she opened the door in a teddy bear pajamas, rubbing her eyes.I heard Lao Yang next to me let out a "ding" sound deep in his heart. My cousin is from Shanghai, half a year younger than me, and majored in pharmacy.When she was young, she was the pride of our family because she was beautiful and expected to be admitted to university.It should be noted that our family has not had a college student since 1949. My father is so high-end that he only has a technical secondary school degree. There are a lot of labor reform prisoners in the family.Because of the pampering in the family system, Lu Xiaojuan is inevitably arrogant, has a big temper, and loves to turn his face, but he is polite to me, because I also love to turn my face.When she was in middle school, she came to Daicheng to play, saw brother Yang Chi upstairs, and discussed mathematics very modestly, and later found that Yang Chi was a nagging young man with weird ideas, not like a normal person, so she didn't like to talk to him up.After a few years, everyone has grown up.Lu Xiaojuan took us to the cafeteria of the medical school and had something to eat.Yang Chi and I got carried away and told a few nasty jokes in return, about little fleas roaming the world of women, Hua Mulan meeting an old military doctor and so on.She didn't smile, and after eating, she led us into a building calmly, along the corridor, which was bright at first, but later found that there were only fluorescent lights, and on both sides were human organs soaked in glass jars, and freaks specimen.Lao Yang and I can still handle the organs, and we feel sick when we see the freak, we go further, the fluorescent lamps are gone, and it is dark and gloomy, we walked into a room covered with a black sheet Four human bodies.Lao Yang said: "Where is this place?" Lu Xiaojuan said: "The morgue." Yang Chi said: "It's scary." Lu Xiaojuan said: "It's nothing, I have been studying in the morgue , Quiet." Yang Chi and I looked at each other, there was only the sound of drums in our hearts instead of tinkling.Looking closely, there was an old hand stretched out of the quilt, Yang Chi said, "Let's go back." Just after finishing speaking, the quilt suddenly moved, and a big black cat jumped out.I yelled and ran away. Lao Yang wanted to run too, but his knee joints froze. Turning to look at Lu Xiaojuan, she stretched out her tongue and rolled her eyes at him. For the rest of his life, Lao Yang always remembered the girl who took him to see the corpse, but it was not interesting.But this incident was not auspicious. After returning to school, he failed three subjects. When I returned to the factory, I pushed the wrong switch and almost electrocuted my master. It was all because of her.We never dared to look for her again in the next two years. At this time, I saw Lu Xiaojuan wearing a white coat, with her hands in her pockets, standing in the hospital corridor to greet me.How people put their hands is very particular. For example, doctors copy pockets, policemen copy trouser pockets, farmers copy cuffs, social youths put four fingers in the trouser pockets of their jeans, and their thumbs point to their genitals. These are all regulated. .I asked: "Xiaojuan, are you a doctor now? An intern?" "It's been a long time since I graduated from a three-year junior college." Lu Xiaojuan said dissatisfiedly, "You don't care about me too much, and I know you resigned. Why didn't the factory start?" "I beat up the workshop director, I can't get along anymore," I said. "Hmph, I also wanted to beat up the director of the pharmacy department, but unfortunately I didn't dare." I was a little happy to see her appear, and I said I was bored to death, show me around.Lu Xiaojuan said impatiently: "What are you playing? You idiot fly around like a fly." I thought to myself, you still keep your hands in your pockets when you go to the toilet. She went into the women's room, and I waited for a long time before I saw her come out with her hands in her pockets, as if she had never taken them out before.I said, "Xiaojuan, it's inconvenient to go to the bathroom in a white coat, right?" Lu Xiaojuan had already learned how to talk to me in the past twenty years, and said without raising her head, "Go to hell." Then she asked, what are you doing here.In a hurry, I told her about Yang Chi. Lao Yang had an operation in your hospital, but he bled so much that he almost died.Lu Xiaojuan asked blankly, "Who is Lao Yang?" I said, "It's Yang Chi, don't pretend, you remember him." Lu Xiaojuan said, "It's the guy who peed his pants in the morgue. "I said: "He didn't pee his pants, you remember wrongly, how many men have you taken to the morgue to scare them to pee?" Lu Xiaojuan said: "Fart, go away!" I followed Lu Xiaojuan to the outpatient department.Lu Xiaojuan went to the pharmacy, and I sat on the chair for a while, watching her dispense the medicine.A small arch was dug in the glass, she delivered all kinds of medicines, and the patients took them away.This was still advanced in Shanghai. In Daicheng at that time, the dispensing room in the hospital had an archway dug out of the wooden boards. You would never see whether it was a doctor or a cook sitting inside. After a while, Lu Xiaojuan quarreled with a patient. Through the transparent glass, she suddenly stood up, looking awe-inspiring, and the aunt who scolded her almost climbed onto the glass. Glass, claiming to make my sister laid off.When Lu Xiaojuan heard the threat of "lay-off", she also pressed her face to the glass. The two regarded each other as the orangutan in the zoo, which was very funny.Later, Lu Xiaojuan was persuaded to leave by her colleagues. "If you want her to be laid off, go to the dean and stop yelling here." An old doctor said coldly to the aunt. Times are different, I think sadly, even pharmacists can be laid off, and of course, with their arrogant attitude, I would like to let them all be laid off. I went to the ward at noon, but Yang Chi hadn't come back yet, so I had to go back to the lobby to find Lu Xiaojuan for dinner.She changed her clothes and left, saying, "I'm in a bad mood today. I'll ask for leave this afternoon and go home to sleep. You can play by yourself." "Lend me some money," I said. Without further ado, she took out her wallet and gave me 200. After thinking about it, she added another 100 and said, "Buy some nutritional supplements for Yang Chi, so I won't bring anything to see him." "I'm bored when you leave." "Go to the street and play by yourself, don't follow me. Shanghai has a new look now, a small change in one year, and a big change in three years." "I don't understand what shit and pee. I've played enough all over the country, and it's changing everywhere." Lu Xiaojuan said angrily: "Don't mess with me, I'm in a bad mood. You should read more books, don't act like a bastard all day long and think you have seen everything. I have read those poems you wrote, shit No way—stop following me!" We walked to the bronze statue of Pushkin unknowingly. There was a little boy who urinated on the bronze statue. Lu Xiaojuan walked over and kicked him.I couldn't help shaking my head, do you still look like an angel in white who saves lives and heals the wounded? You are simply the enemy of mankind. Lu Xiaojuan said: "Destroying the appearance of the city, Pushkin is my favorite poet." In fact, I also like Pushkin. Before 1995, when I was working in a factory, I wanted to please the factory doctor's sister.She has a very literary side, like all college students in the late 1980s. She loves poetry, folk songs, and classical music.By this logic, my sister is also very old-fashioned.Anyway, I read some foreign poems with the factory doctor's sister, and I was even able to write a few crooked lines, which won a little dubious appreciation.I looked at Lu Xiaojuan and thought to myself: They are all doctors and they all love Pushkin, but I can say with certainty that my factory doctor sister will never kick a boy who pees—in her eyes, I am the one Peeing boy. Lu Xiaojuan said: "You are too soft, you don't go after that kid who scolds me. If you follow me again, give me back the three hundred yuan."
After eating alone, I walked back to the hospital, found a long chair and lay down.The hospital at noon was relatively deserted, so I took this opportunity to recall the past. I met Lao Yang when I was eight years old. We lived in a dark building in Pesticide New Village. He was on the second floor and I was on the first floor. Our father was an engineer in a pesticide factory.As intellectuals, the two fathers have completely different styles. For example, his father loves literature very much. His family has three words and two beats, a complete red building in the west wing, and a set in the attic. My father is a materialistic hedonist. There is nothing with writing on it, but there is a lot to eat.These two fathers are friendly and a little bit unconvinced to each other. In our generation, since we met each other so late, we can share many things.I went to his house to read books, and he came to my house to eat. This is a very meaningful complementarity. As far as I know, children from families like ours are either nerds or foodies, or both. I think Changing destiny is not so easy. Leaving aside our long and boring adolescence, in 1992 I graduated from a technical school and entered a saccharin factory, which was regarded as my son's succession to my father's business. Yang Chi was admitted to Shanghai's Chemical Engineering Institute, and so was the case.This incident made my father very embarrassed, but my mother didn't care. I was strong and strong when I was eighteen, and I could eat three bowls of rice for a meal, while Lao Yang was pale and thin, and his legs were so thin that the girl shed tears.My mother thinks my body is the source of her pride. My son is growing strong, and my mother is not in a hurry.Sure enough, in 1995, I resigned from the saccharin factory with only one breath left. It seems that the Jews who survived Auschwitz concentration camp until the Soviet Red Army came to rescue them died long ago if they were not in good health.After raising it for a month, I returned to my original vigor and vigor. As for Lao Yang, due to long-term malnutrition, a small polyp knocked him down. In his youth, he was the pride of our whole building, the only key high school student, and the only child who was admitted to undergraduate.Except for him, all the children in our building are studying at a vocational school. After graduating, they will work in a factory as a worker. He is the only one who is an outlier.In the summer of 1984, the bad boys in his class bullied him, ripped off his clothes, and drew a dick on his stomach, and he jumped up to try his best.That kind of dignity that can't bear the humiliation is still a good story.In 1993, I went to the Institute of Chemical Engineering to visit him. He was playing cards with others. It was also summer, shirtless, with six bastards drawn on his stomach, and he was still playing.That's when I realized he had grown into a different person. When he was in the third year of college, Lao Yang had a girlfriend, an English major from the School of Chemical Engineering, from Shaoxing. Although she was not very good-looking, she was very sensible and funny.We had dinner together, and Lao Yang asked me to guess the riddle: the big girl does pull-ups, and type a person's name.The answer is Bi.The girl said without a teacher: "The big girl wears a chastity belt." The answer is Picasso.Few girls can catch this kind of low-level jokes.In the summer I went to the School of Chemical Engineering again, and I heard that she had already started working as a big girl——graduated.It's a pity.Lao Yang was alone, shirtless and wearing the souvenir she gave him, a silk nightgown, sitting at the door of the bedroom singing Yue opera.The brother in the lower bunk told me that the Shaoxing senior sister was really brave. Before she left, she and Lao Yang spent two days and one night in the dormitory. Everyone in the dormitory had to sleep elsewhere. Then she left with her luggage. Yang leaned on the wall and came out, his legs were weak, and he murmured: "She is my eldest girl's child—the love of my life." I also felt sorry when I thought of this girl. If she was still there, how could Lao Yang be left alone? In the ward, how could it be possible for him to pull out that deadly hemostatic gauze? The long chair is uncomfortable to sleep on and is too narrow.The only thing I have learned in the factory these years is: anytime, anywhere, I can sleep without complaint.I can even tie myself to a stool with an electrician's belt to sleep, and sometimes I wake up and forget, and stand up with the stool.As the factory life gradually dissipated in my life, I became squeamish, picky, and had certain requirements for the quality of life. After waking up from a nap, I headed to the inpatient department.After waiting at the door for a while, the guard opened the door at three o'clock, and people rushed in.I walked in quickly, and this time I finally saw Lao Yang. He was lying on bed No. 13 in the sixth ward, with his eyes closed, a tube in his hand, and a beeping instrument on the side.He was paler than before, and I couldn't bear it, so I went up to him and tucked him in the quilt unnecessarily.In fact, his quilt is perfect and doesn't need to be tucked in. I made this kind of action purely from the TV series.At this time, I heard him say three words weakly: "Thank you." I said, "You're welcome, it's me, not the nurse." He opened his eyes, looked at me for a long time, and said two words: "Dick." I am very relieved that he can still swear, which means he is alive again.On a whim, I went out to get a pot of hot water, lifted the tucked quilt, and took off Lao Yang's hospital gown on my own initiative. His trousers fell to his knees, leaving only a pair of briefs on the front. I wiped his body, and went forward. Meticulous from front to back, just like cleaning my bicycle in the factory back then.The surrounding patients were all dumbfounded, and they all praised me for being loyal. Later, when the nurse came in, I was going to take off his briefs, but I found that Lao Yang's unintubated hand was tightly holding on to the waist of his trousers. "Cold," he said. After the work, he fell asleep, I helped him get dressed, tucked the quilt up again, and looked at my work with satisfaction.A patient next to him said, "You buttoned him wrong just now." I am a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder. .Yang Chi woke up, this time he had nothing to say.When I tucked in the quilt for the third time, the group of patients looked at me in fear.I was also tired, so I left Lao Yang and went out to find dinner alone.
I get on the subway.It was already night, and the car was very empty. From the sixth car to the front of the car, the view was unobstructed, like a corridor leading to the future.When the car arrived at the terminal, I went straight to the School of Chemical Engineering, and went to Yang Chi's dormitory to see that the bed was empty.The brother in the lower berth told me: "You just came, Lao Yang has undergone surgery during the day, and now he is lying in the hospital." "Is anyone taking care of him?" "There was, but not now." The brother in the lower bunk was confused in his speech, and it took me a long time to understand that the school sent a female student cadre to take care of Lao Yang, or rather a supervisor, to prevent him from cutting out the cecum by the way.The female cadre waited outside the operating room for a long time, when the doctor came out and showed her the polyp.This is the rule, and they all do this, but she fainted from fright, woke up and vomited for a while, and fled back to school.So Lao Yang was lying on the hospital bed alone. "It must be lonely?" I said gloatingly. "Before the operation, he had conquered all the nurses in the ward, and every nurse rushed to get a needle in his buttocks. He won't be alone, at least not in his buttocks." said the brother on the lower berth. I believed the bastard's words, and I was relieved, feeling a little tired.He went out to eat first, and then took a cold shower in the water room despite the slight cold in spring, and climbed to sleep on Lao Yang's bed according to the old rules.The next morning, I set off for the hospital.The brother in the lower bunk told me: "Thirteen beds in six wards." The hospital is located along Hengshan Road.When I went there, there was a boom in outpatient clinics. Countless people lined up, and a few Shanghai uncles wearing red armbands who looked like pickets were calling their numbers. There was an iron plate at each entrance, marking the name of each department.The scene was less like a hospital than a train station.When I came to the inpatient department, I thought I would see Yang Chi lying peacefully on the bed, but the corridor was in chaos, the nurses were running around like crazy, and the doctor in a white coat almost bumped into me.I asked a nurse what was wrong.She said that the thirteenth bed was bleeding heavily and was about to die. "Will you die?" I said. "Heavy bleeding, do you know what is heavy bleeding?" The nurse threw me a word and left. I never thought that Lao Yang would die. In 1996, inexplicably, we had been friends for sixteen years.For the past sixteen years, he has always been full of vigor, nagging, and there is no way he will die. The worst time for him was to grab a table tennis racket from me. Even with the stitches in the hospital, I survived.This time he actually got a polyp, I was stunned, like a person who drinks milk all year round, one day he picked up a glass and drank lime water, I was very shocked and very unguarded.I tried to break through the fence the nurse had put up and called his name through a choked voice.One of the fences turned around and forked me out: don't join in the fun here! In fact, it was an accident and the operation was successful. Lao Yang’s nasal cavity was cleaned up the day before, but he was lying on the hospital bed late at night, bored (no nurses came to take care of him), and felt that his nose was very dry. Blocked, I dug in with my fingers and found something.He pulled it, and what came out was a hemostatic gauze, which had been stuffed there after the operation, but it wasn't so tight, and he pinched it to the corner of the gauze.Feeling curious, he pulled it out again, and pulled out something like a red scarf, completely like magic.He majored in chemical engineering and lacked medical knowledge, so he couldn't figure out how he could accommodate such a huge thing in his small nasal cavity.Immediately afterwards, blood poured down like a faucet turned on. Lao Yang pressed the alarm on the bedside, but no nurse came.He sat up in a daze for a while, and soon his clothes and sheets were stained red.An uncle who was not asleep was lying on his side watching him bleeding, and said very frightenedly, "I think you should go out and call for help." At this moment, he saw the nurse walk in, and then she ran out again with a loud bang. , Countless people held him down in the darkness, nosebleed poured down his throat, as if they were about to drown him.He is bleeding profusely. Here I would like to add that a week before Lao Yang's operation, 200cc of blood was forcibly taken by the school.The 200CC is a rated task. If you don't take it away, you won't get a bachelor's degree certificate.Together with other classmates, he drank two pots of salt water early in the morning, then went to draw blood, and drank two pots of sugar water after the pumping, and looked at his thin and pale body. I feel sorry for the patients with this body donating blood .In fact, he didn't understand that thin people's blood is healthier, while fat people have blood clots, and it's not easy to find veins. After donating blood, it is said that surgery is not allowed, but he concealed this part, because the surgery must be done before graduation. College students have medical insurance benefits when they live in the hospital. If they can’t find a job after graduation, they have to pay for it themselves .When Lao Yang was in the hospital for emergency treatment, he, who had a blood donation certificate, quickly earned back the 200CC. This was a great strategic victory. When I went back upstairs, the ward was empty and the sheets had been changed.I ran out and grabbed a nurse and asked what happened to the thirteenth bed.The nurse said, let go, why are you pinching me? Isn't Bed Thirteen just a college student who is bleeding profusely?I said thank goodness you guys changed the sheets and I thought he was belching.The nurse said, can I not change the blood on the bed sheet? I felt better again, and wandered around the hospital with joy and boredom. I could have gone shopping or something, but my stomach still felt uncomfortable that day. Shanghai is a place where it is difficult to find a toilet. It is better to stay in the hospital. up.I looked stupidly at every nurse. Their backs are usually good. If I see their faces from the front, I am sometimes disappointed and sometimes pleasantly surprised, like gambling.At this time, I heard someone shouting from behind: "Lu Xiaolu, what are you running around here?" I turned my head in horror and saw my cousin Lu Xiaojuan.
Back in the day, I often went to see Lao Yang in the School of Chemical Engineering. The two of us squeezed together on the narrow and hard bed of the school, so we could only sleep in staggered positions, with each other's feet inserted next to each other's heads.The brother in the lower berth was terrified and asked you two idiots to sleep at 69. Later, when he saw that it was 96, he was relieved.When I said this about sleeping, I didn't mean anything else. I just said that I knew Lao Yang very well. We once hung out to medical school as a gang.My cousin Lu Xiaojuan is studying at university here, and the two places are not far away, both in the Xujiahui area.After entering the medical school and sneaking into the girls' dormitory building, Yang Chi was still muttering: Everyone should be in class this morning.I said based on my experience, my sister must be sleeping right now.When I went up and knocked on the door, I really didn't let me down. Lu Xiaojuan was sleepy, her hair was disheveled, and she opened the door in a teddy bear pajamas, rubbing her eyes.I heard Lao Yang next to me let out a "ding" sound deep in his heart. My cousin is from Shanghai, half a year younger than me, and majored in pharmacy.When she was young, she was the pride of our family because she was beautiful and expected to be admitted to university.It should be noted that our family has not had a college student since 1949. My father is so high-end that he only has a technical secondary school degree. There are a lot of labor reform prisoners in the family.Because of the pampering in the family system, Lu Xiaojuan is inevitably arrogant, has a big temper, and loves to turn his face, but he is polite to me, because I also love to turn my face.When she was in middle school, she came to Daicheng to play, saw brother Yang Chi upstairs, and discussed mathematics very modestly, and later found that Yang Chi was a nagging young man with weird ideas, not like a normal person, so she didn't like to talk to him up.After a few years, everyone has grown up.Lu Xiaojuan took us to the cafeteria of the medical school and had something to eat.Yang Chi and I got carried away and told a few nasty jokes in return, about little fleas roaming the world of women, Hua Mulan meeting an old military doctor and so on.She didn't smile, and after eating, she led us into a building calmly, along the corridor, which was bright at first, but later found that there were only fluorescent lights, and on both sides were human organs soaked in glass jars, and freaks specimen.Lao Yang and I can still handle the organs, and we feel sick when we see the freak, we go further, the fluorescent lamps are gone, and it is dark and gloomy, we walked into a room covered with a black sheet Four human bodies.Lao Yang said: "Where is this place?" Lu Xiaojuan said: "The morgue." Yang Chi said: "It's scary." Lu Xiaojuan said: "It's nothing, I have been studying in the morgue , Quiet." Yang Chi and I looked at each other, there was only the sound of drums in our hearts instead of tinkling.Looking closely, there was an old hand stretched out of the quilt, Yang Chi said, "Let's go back." Just after finishing speaking, the quilt suddenly moved, and a big black cat jumped out.I yelled and ran away. Lao Yang wanted to run too, but his knee joints froze. Turning to look at Lu Xiaojuan, she stretched out her tongue and rolled her eyes at him. For the rest of his life, Lao Yang always remembered the girl who took him to see the corpse, but it was not interesting.But this incident was not auspicious. After returning to school, he failed three subjects. When I returned to the factory, I pushed the wrong switch and almost electrocuted my master. It was all because of her.We never dared to look for her again in the next two years. At this time, I saw Lu Xiaojuan wearing a white coat, with her hands in her pockets, standing in the hospital corridor to greet me.How people put their hands is very particular. For example, doctors copy pockets, policemen copy trouser pockets, farmers copy cuffs, social youths put four fingers in the trouser pockets of their jeans, and their thumbs point to their genitals. These are all regulated. .I asked: "Xiaojuan, are you a doctor now? An intern?" "It's been a long time since I graduated from a three-year junior college." Lu Xiaojuan said dissatisfiedly, "You don't care about me too much, and I know you resigned. Why didn't the factory start?" "I beat up the workshop director, I can't get along anymore," I said. "Hmph, I also wanted to beat up the director of the pharmacy department, but unfortunately I didn't dare." I was a little happy to see her appear, and I said I was bored to death, show me around.Lu Xiaojuan said impatiently: "What are you playing? You idiot fly around like a fly." I thought to myself, you still keep your hands in your pockets when you go to the toilet. She went into the women's room, and I waited for a long time before I saw her come out with her hands in her pockets, as if she had never taken them out before.I said, "Xiaojuan, it's inconvenient to go to the bathroom in a white coat, right?" Lu Xiaojuan had already learned how to talk to me in the past twenty years, and said without raising her head, "Go to hell." Then she asked, what are you doing here.In a hurry, I told her about Yang Chi. Lao Yang had an operation in your hospital, but he bled so much that he almost died.Lu Xiaojuan asked blankly, "Who is Lao Yang?" I said, "It's Yang Chi, don't pretend, you remember him." Lu Xiaojuan said, "It's the guy who peed his pants in the morgue. "I said: "He didn't pee his pants, you remember wrongly, how many men have you taken to the morgue to scare them to pee?" Lu Xiaojuan said: "Fart, go away!" I followed Lu Xiaojuan to the outpatient department.Lu Xiaojuan went to the pharmacy, and I sat on the chair for a while, watching her dispense the medicine.A small arch was dug in the glass, she delivered all kinds of medicines, and the patients took them away.This was still advanced in Shanghai. In Daicheng at that time, the dispensing room in the hospital had an archway dug out of the wooden boards. You would never see whether it was a doctor or a cook sitting inside. After a while, Lu Xiaojuan quarreled with a patient. Through the transparent glass, she suddenly stood up, looking awe-inspiring, and the aunt who scolded her almost climbed onto the glass. Glass, claiming to make my sister laid off.When Lu Xiaojuan heard the threat of "lay-off", she also pressed her face to the glass. The two regarded each other as the orangutan in the zoo, which was very funny.Later, Lu Xiaojuan was persuaded to leave by her colleagues. "If you want her to be laid off, go to the dean and stop yelling here." An old doctor said coldly to the aunt. Times are different, I think sadly, even pharmacists can be laid off, and of course, with their arrogant attitude, I would like to let them all be laid off. I went to the ward at noon, but Yang Chi hadn't come back yet, so I had to go back to the lobby to find Lu Xiaojuan for dinner.She changed her clothes and left, saying, "I'm in a bad mood today. I'll ask for leave this afternoon and go home to sleep. You can play by yourself." "Lend me some money," I said. Without further ado, she took out her wallet and gave me 200. After thinking about it, she added another 100 and said, "Buy some nutritional supplements for Yang Chi, so I won't bring anything to see him." "I'm bored when you leave." "Go to the street and play by yourself, don't follow me. Shanghai has a new look now, a small change in one year, and a big change in three years." "I don't understand what shit and pee. I've played enough all over the country, and it's changing everywhere." Lu Xiaojuan said angrily: "Don't mess with me, I'm in a bad mood. You should read more books, don't act like a bastard all day long and think you have seen everything. I have read those poems you wrote, shit No way—stop following me!" We walked to the bronze statue of Pushkin unknowingly. There was a little boy who urinated on the bronze statue. Lu Xiaojuan walked over and kicked him.I couldn't help shaking my head, do you still look like an angel in white who saves lives and heals the wounded? You are simply the enemy of mankind. Lu Xiaojuan said: "Destroying the appearance of the city, Pushkin is my favorite poet." In fact, I also like Pushkin. Before 1995, when I was working in a factory, I wanted to please the factory doctor's sister.She has a very literary side, like all college students in the late 1980s. She loves poetry, folk songs, and classical music.By this logic, my sister is also very old-fashioned.Anyway, I read some foreign poems with the factory doctor's sister, and I was even able to write a few crooked lines, which won a little dubious appreciation.I looked at Lu Xiaojuan and thought to myself: They are all doctors and they all love Pushkin, but I can say with certainty that my factory doctor sister will never kick a boy who pees—in her eyes, I am the one Peeing boy. Lu Xiaojuan said: "You are too soft, you don't go after that kid who scolds me. If you follow me again, give me back the three hundred yuan."
After eating alone, I walked back to the hospital, found a long chair and lay down.The hospital at noon was relatively deserted, so I took this opportunity to recall the past. I met Lao Yang when I was eight years old. We lived in a dark building in Pesticide New Village. He was on the second floor and I was on the first floor. Our father was an engineer in a pesticide factory.As intellectuals, the two fathers have completely different styles. For example, his father loves literature very much. His family has three words and two beats, a complete red building in the west wing, and a set in the attic. My father is a materialistic hedonist. There is nothing with writing on it, but there is a lot to eat.These two fathers are friendly and a little bit unconvinced to each other. In our generation, since we met each other so late, we can share many things.I went to his house to read books, and he came to my house to eat. This is a very meaningful complementarity. As far as I know, children from families like ours are either nerds or foodies, or both. I think Changing destiny is not so easy. Leaving aside our long and boring adolescence, in 1992 I graduated from a technical school and entered a saccharin factory, which was regarded as my son's succession to my father's business. Yang Chi was admitted to Shanghai's Chemical Engineering Institute, and so was the case.This incident made my father very embarrassed, but my mother didn't care. I was strong and strong when I was eighteen, and I could eat three bowls of rice for a meal, while Lao Yang was pale and thin, and his legs were so thin that the girl shed tears.My mother thinks my body is the source of her pride. My son is growing strong, and my mother is not in a hurry.Sure enough, in 1995, I resigned from the saccharin factory with only one breath left. It seems that the Jews who survived Auschwitz concentration camp until the Soviet Red Army came to rescue them died long ago if they were not in good health.After raising it for a month, I returned to my original vigor and vigor. As for Lao Yang, due to long-term malnutrition, a small polyp knocked him down. In his youth, he was the pride of our whole building, the only key high school student, and the only child who was admitted to undergraduate.Except for him, all the children in our building are studying at a vocational school. After graduating, they will work in a factory as a worker. He is the only one who is an outlier.In the summer of 1984, the bad boys in his class bullied him, ripped off his clothes, and drew a dick on his stomach, and he jumped up to try his best.That kind of dignity that can't bear the humiliation is still a good story.In 1993, I went to the Institute of Chemical Engineering to visit him. He was playing cards with others. It was also summer, shirtless, with six bastards drawn on his stomach, and he was still playing.That's when I realized he had grown into a different person. When he was in the third year of college, Lao Yang had a girlfriend, an English major from the School of Chemical Engineering, from Shaoxing. Although she was not very good-looking, she was very sensible and funny.We had dinner together, and Lao Yang asked me to guess the riddle: the big girl does pull-ups, and type a person's name.The answer is Bi.The girl said without a teacher: "The big girl wears a chastity belt." The answer is Picasso.Few girls can catch this kind of low-level jokes.In the summer I went to the School of Chemical Engineering again, and I heard that she had already started working as a big girl——graduated.It's a pity.Lao Yang was alone, shirtless and wearing the souvenir she gave him, a silk nightgown, sitting at the door of the bedroom singing Yue opera.The brother in the lower bunk told me that the Shaoxing senior sister was really brave. Before she left, she and Lao Yang spent two days and one night in the dormitory. Everyone in the dormitory had to sleep elsewhere. Then she left with her luggage. Yang leaned on the wall and came out, his legs were weak, and he murmured: "She is my eldest girl's child—the love of my life." I also felt sorry when I thought of this girl. If she was still there, how could Lao Yang be left alone? In the ward, how could it be possible for him to pull out that deadly hemostatic gauze? The long chair is uncomfortable to sleep on and is too narrow.The only thing I have learned in the factory these years is: anytime, anywhere, I can sleep without complaint.I can even tie myself to a stool with an electrician's belt to sleep, and sometimes I wake up and forget, and stand up with the stool.As the factory life gradually dissipated in my life, I became squeamish, picky, and had certain requirements for the quality of life. After waking up from a nap, I headed to the inpatient department.After waiting at the door for a while, the guard opened the door at three o'clock, and people rushed in.I walked in quickly, and this time I finally saw Lao Yang. He was lying on bed No. 13 in the sixth ward, with his eyes closed, a tube in his hand, and a beeping instrument on the side.He was paler than before, and I couldn't bear it, so I went up to him and tucked him in the quilt unnecessarily.In fact, his quilt is perfect and doesn't need to be tucked in. I made this kind of action purely from the TV series.At this time, I heard him say three words weakly: "Thank you." I said, "You're welcome, it's me, not the nurse." He opened his eyes, looked at me for a long time, and said two words: "Dick." I am very relieved that he can still swear, which means he is alive again.On a whim, I went out to get a pot of hot water, lifted the tucked quilt, and took off Lao Yang's hospital gown on my own initiative. His trousers fell to his knees, leaving only a pair of briefs on the front. I wiped his body, and went forward. Meticulous from front to back, just like cleaning my bicycle in the factory back then.The surrounding patients were all dumbfounded, and they all praised me for being loyal. Later, when the nurse came in, I was going to take off his briefs, but I found that Lao Yang's unintubated hand was tightly holding on to the waist of his trousers. "Cold," he said. After the work, he fell asleep, I helped him get dressed, tucked the quilt up again, and looked at my work with satisfaction.A patient next to him said, "You buttoned him wrong just now." I am a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder. .Yang Chi woke up, this time he had nothing to say.When I tucked in the quilt for the third time, the group of patients looked at me in fear.I was also tired, so I left Lao Yang and went out to find dinner alone.