Chapter 46 chapter eight

Sir, because of the quarrel with the lion cub the day before yesterday, I got emotional, broke my nose, had a lot of nosebleeds, and even the letter paper was polluted.I have a bit of a headache today, but it doesn't hinder my writing.Writing a screenplay requires careful choice of words, but writing a letter is less so.As long as you know a few hundred words and have something to say, you can write a letter.When my ex-wife Wang Renmei wrote to me back then, she couldn't write many words, so she used pictures instead.For this reason, she once said apologetically: Xiao ran, my education level is too low, so I can only draw pictures.I said: Your education level is very high. You draw pictures to express your feelings, but you are inventing characters! She replied: I will make you a son, Xiaopao, let’s make a son together...

Sir, after hearing what the little flathead raftman said, I made a judgment that made me anxious: The little lion, this bitch who is obsessed with children, took my little tadpole and injected it into the body of a disfigured girl. in vivo.The scene of a group of "tadpoles" surrounding an egg appeared in my mind, just like the scene of groups of tadpoles vying for a steamed bun that was swollen by water when I was a child in the pond that was about to dry up behind the village.And this disfigured girl who carried my child was none other than Chen Mei, the daughter of my old classmate Chen Bi.In her womb is my baby.

As I hurried to the bullfrog breeding center, I seemed to be greeted by several people on the way, but I couldn't remember who they were.Through the silvery gap of the electric retractable door, I once again saw the fortified bullfrog statue.I felt a shudder, as if feeling, but actually remembering, its cold, malicious gaze.In the open space in front of the small white building, there were six women in colorful clothes and waving wreaths jumping, and a man beside him was sitting on a chair, holding an accordion and playing it hummingly.They seemed to be rehearsing a show.In the days of peace, the sun was beautiful and the wind was peaceful, nothing happened. Perhaps all of this was a mirage created by my heart.I still find a place, sit down, and seriously think about the script.

"Nothing is as timid as a mouse, something is as strong as a tiger", "It is a blessing not a disaster, and a disaster cannot be avoided", these are my father's teachings to me.There are many proverbs in the mouth of the old people.Thinking of my father's words, I feel hungry.I am fifty-five years old. Although my father and brother dare not say I am old in the hall, it is indeed past noon and I am sliding towards the west mountain at an accelerated rate.A person who is in the sunset, a person who retires early and returns to his hometown to buy a house for leisure and retirement, actually has nothing to be afraid of.Thinking of this makes me even hungrier.

I walked into the small "Don Quixote" restaurant on the right side of the square in front of the Niangniang Temple.This is a place I have frequented since the little lion started working in the bullfrog farm.I sat at the table by the window.The restaurant business is sluggish, and this place has almost become my exclusive seat.The pudgy waiter came up to him.Sir, every time I sit at this table and look at the empty chair across the table, I dream in my heart that one day, you will sit across from me and discuss this difficult script with me - the oily face of the waiter He has a great smile, but I always see a weird expression behind his smiling face.That may be the expression of the servant Sancho in "Don Quixote", a bit mischievous, a bit villainous, teasing others and being teased by others, I don't know if it is cute or hateful. —the table was made of thick basswood, without any paint.

The wood grain on the table is clear, and there are some traces of burning with cigarette butts.I often write at this table.Maybe in the future, when my script becomes a big success, this table will become a cultural relic.At that time, you had to charge extra to sit at this table and drink. If you came to sit with me, it would be even better! Sorry, literati always like to use this kind of arrogant fantasy to stimulate their own writing Enthusiasm—sir, the waiter expressed the meaning of bending down, but the waist did not bend down.He said, hello, welcome, the loyal servant of the great knight is at your service.As he spoke, he handed over a menu in ten languages.

Thanks, I say, old show: a green salad margarita, a can of Anthony Widow's braised beef, a pitcher of Uncle Malik stout. He walked away with his fat duck ass.I sat and waited for the food, while looking at the decorations and decorations in the room: the rusty armor and spears on the wall, the torn gloves worn in the duel with the rival in love, the certificates and medals that marked the illustrious military exploits and immortal deeds, There is also a lifelike stuffed deer head, two stuffed wild pheasants with brilliant feathers, and some old photos that are yellowed.Although it is a fake European classic style, it looks very interesting.On the right side of the door, there is a life-size bronze statue of a young woman, her breasts are touched by people to shine golden——Sir, I have observed carefully, people who come into this restaurant, regardless of gender, will touch her breasts ——The Niangniang Temple Square is always bustling with people, Wang Gan's cries are always the most lively.Recently, a program called "Kirin Giving Children" was launched. It was said to restore tradition, but it was actually created by several cultural workers in the city cultural center. Although it was neither fish nor fowl, neither Chinese nor Western, it solved the employment problem of dozens of people , so it is a good thing, and, sir, as you said, the so-called tradition is actually the avant-garde art at the time.I have seen many similar programs on TV. They are basically a hodgepodge of tradition, modernity, tourism, and culture.Just as you are worried, some places are full of gunfire and corpses are everywhere; some places are full of singing and dancing, and the lights are red.This is the world we live in together.If there is a giant whose body is to the earth in proportion to our body to a soccer ball, he sits there and sees the earth spinning around his body, momentarily peace, momently war, momently feasting , There will be famine for a while, drought for a while, flood for a while... I don’t know what thoughts he will have—sorry sir, I’m going too far.

Pseudo-Sancho brought me a glass of ice water, a small plate of bread, a stick of butter, and a plate of pure olive oil and bruschetta for dipping.The bread here is very well baked. Anyone who has eaten foreign bread will admit that the bread here is very well baked.Dip bread with this condiment, it’s actually delicious, not to mention that the dishes and soups behind are all wonderful——Sir, you must come here to eat once, I guarantee you will like everything here—and this restaurant is also delicious. There is a tradition--a "rule" rather than a "tradition"--that, every evening, at the close of business, they take all the bread they baked that day, long, round, dark, White ones, thick ones, and thin ones are placed in a wicker basket on the table at the door for customers to take away.There is no written reminder that each person is only allowed to take one, but everyone consciously takes one.Holding a long, square, soft or burnt bread under the armpit or on the chest, smelling its aroma, the smell of wheat, the smell of linseed, the smell of almonds The smell, the smell of yeast.Holding a piece of fresh bread, strolling on the Niangniang Temple Square at night, sir, my heart is always filled with a kind of emotion.Of course, I also know that this is a luxurious feeling, because I know very well that there are still many people in the world who have no clothes, no food to eat, and many people are struggling on the verge of death.

Miss Margaret's vegetable salad contains lettuce, tomato, and lettuce. It is delicious. Who came up with such a name that reminds people of Western Europe? Of course it is my elementary school classmate and my first teacher's son Li Shou .As I told you in a previous letter, Li Shou is the most talented of our classmates. He should be the one who engages in literature, but in the end it was me.He studied medicine and had a promising future, but he resigned and returned to his hometown to open such a restaurant that is neither Chinese nor Western, or a combination of Chinese and Western.From the names of restaurants and dishes, we can all see the influence of literature on my old classmate.It is an act of Don Quixote that he opened such a "Don Quixote" in our mixed country.

Li Shou's body had already put on weight. He was short in stature, but he looked even shorter after gaining weight.He often sat in another corner of the restaurant, facing me far away, but did not say hello to each other.Sometimes I would lie down on the table and write some miscellaneous impressions, but he always leaned his left arm to the back of the chair, and supported his right cheek with his right palm. a long time. Pseudo-Sancho brought me my order of Antony's Widow's Pot Stew and Uncle Malik's Stout, and I was all set. Take a sip of dark beer, eat a piece of stewed beef, chew slowly and taste it slowly, look through the glass, and watch the fairy tale grandly performed in broad daylight.The sky is full of drums and music, followed by flag gongs, umbrella fans, colorful clothes, and extraordinary people.The woman sitting on the unicorn, her face is like a silver basin, her eyes are like bright stars, holding a pink baby in her arms - every time I see this delivery lady, I always want to associate her with my aunt , but in reality, my aunt always appears in my mind as an image of her wearing a large black robe, her hair like a nest, her laughter like an owl, her eyes blank, and her words upside down, cutting off my beautiful fantasies.

The guard of honor for sending off the empress paraded around the square, stayed in the center, and formed a formation.When the drums stopped, an official wearing a high crown, wearing a crimson robe, and holding a wat board—whose identity reminds me of the eunuch in the emperor's opera—holds a yellow scroll and shouts loudly: The emperor's sky is rich in soil, and the five grains grow.The sun, the moon and the stars, transform and educate the people.In the name of the Jade Emperor, His Majesty the Empress and Ning Xin'er, descended to Northeast Gaomi Township, and specially declared that the benefactor Wang Liang and his wife came to get the collar—the one who played the role of Wang Liang and his wife would always be too late to get their son.That Ning Xin'er - the clay doll - was snatched away by women in the square who were eager to have children. Sir, although I have used many reasons to comfort myself, I am still a timid and worried little man. Now that I have realized that my baby is already conceived in the womb of that girl named Chen Mei, I have always A heavy sense of guilt bound me like a rope.Because Chen Mei is the daughter of my classmate Chen Bi, and because she was adopted by my aunt and the little lion. In those days, I personally fed milk powder into her little mouth.She is younger than my daughter. And once, when Chen Bi, Li Shou, Wang Gan, and my friends from the past know the truth of the incident, I'm afraid I'll be ashamed. I recalled the two times I saw Chen Bi after returning home. The first time I saw him was a snowy evening at the end of last year.At that time, the little lion had not gone to work at the Bullfrog Company. We walked in the snow and watched the snowflakes dancing under the golden lights around the square.The sound of firecrackers sounded from time to time in the distance, and the taste of the year gradually became stronger.My daughter, who is far away in Spain, called me and said that she was walking with her husband in a small town in the hometown of Cervantes.The little lion and I walked into the Don Quixote restaurant hand in hand.I told my daughter about this coincidence, and her hearty laughter came from the phone. The earth is too small, Dad. The culture is too big, sir. At that time we didn't know that the owner of this restaurant was Li Shou, but we already felt that the owner of this restaurant was an extraordinary person.We immediately fell in love with the environment as soon as we entered the restaurant.I like those simple tables and chairs the most. If the tables were covered with clean and clean tablecloths, the restaurant would be very European, but I agree with Li Shou's later explanation: he said he had researched, Don Quixote's era Well, restaurants in the Spanish countryside don't have tablecloths, he went on gossip, just like European women didn't wear bras in those days. Sir, I confess to you that as soon as I entered the door, I saw the two shining golden breasts on the bronze statue of the young woman, and I stretched out my hand involuntarily.This indeed exposed the dirtiness of my heart, but it was also very frank.The little lion reminded me with hiss.I said: What are you hush, this is art.The little lion said sternly: Many cultural hooligans say so.Pseudo-Sancho greeted us with a smile, expressed the meaning of bowing but did not bow, he said: Welcome, sir, madam! He took the coats, scarves, and hats that we took off.Then lead us to a table in the middle of the hall. On the table is a round glass cup filled with water, with white candles floating in it.We didn't like it here, we chose a table near the window.This location is good, fortunately, you can watch the snowflakes flying in the shadow of the lights outside through the window, and fortunately, you can watch the whole picture of the interior.We saw that at the table in the far corner—the place where I would often sit later—sat a smoky man. Recognized him from his right hand missing his ring finger.Recognized him from his big red nose.Chen Bi, this handsome man back then, is now bald on the top of his head, with loose hair at the back of his head, almost Cervantes' hairstyle.He has a thin face and sunken cheeks, as if he has lost his back molars.In this way, the nose is more exaggerated.With the three fingers of his right hand, he held a nearly burnt cigarette butt and put it to his lips to suck it.The air smelled of burning cigarette filters.Smoke gushed from his big nostrils.His eyes were confused, the eyes of down and out people are like this.I was a little afraid to look at him, but I couldn't help but look at him.I remembered the statue of Cervantes I saw on the campus of Peking University, and I understood why Chen Bi was sitting here.He was dressed strangely, neither a robe nor a jacket, and there was a circle of white seersucker fabric around his neck. I should have found a saber beside him, and sure enough, I saw the sword leaning against the corner of the wall, and then I found the iron gauntlet, the shield, and the spear standing in the corner.I thought there should be a dirty and thin dog at his feet, and sure enough, I found a dog, dirty but not too thin.Cervantes is also said to be missing a finger on his right hand.But Cervantes does not carry shields and spears, so he should be Don Quixote, but his appearance is like Cervantes.But after all, none of us have ever seen the real Cervantes, let alone the non-existing Don Quixote.Then, whether the character played by Chen Bi is Cervantes or Don Quixote is up to you.I am deeply saddened by the plight of this old friend.Earlier, I had heard of the tragic experience of his beautiful daughters.Chen Er and Chen Mei used to be the most beautiful sisters in Northeast Gaomi Township.Chen Bi's unknown but certain foreign blood makes their faces not flat but protruding and full. All the descriptions of beauties in Chinese classical poems and novels are inappropriate for them.They are camels among sheep and cranes among chickens.If they were born in a wealthy family or in a rich place, if they were born in a poor family and a remote place, if they happened to meet a noble person by chance, they would probably become a blockbuster and rise to the top.The sisters went south together and ventured outside, probably in search of this kind of opportunity.I heard that they went to the Dongli plush toy factory. The manufacturers are foreigners, but it is hard to say if they are not real foreigners.The two sisters are so beautiful and so smart. In such a luxurious environment, if you want to make money and enjoy yourself, you only need to sacrifice your body. But they sold their labor in the workshop, endured the bloody labor system, and endured bloody exploitation. In the end, in the fire that shocked the whole country, one was burned to charcoal and the other was burned. Covered her with his body.Sad and pitiful! This shows that they have not fallen, but are two innocent and good children. —I'm sorry, sir, I'm getting excited again. Chen Bi's life was extremely miserable.I think, in this Don Quixote restaurant, he plays the role of a dead celebrity or a fictional weirdo. His situation is the same as that of the dwarf doorman outside the gate of the famous "Paradise" dance hall in Beijing, and the "Shuilian Cave" in Guangzhou. The situation with the giant doorman in the center is no different.They are all selling their bodies.The dwarf sells his shortness, the giant sells his tall, and Chen Bi sells his big nose.Their situation is equally dire. Sir, that night, I recognized Chen Bi at a glance. Although I haven't seen him for nearly twenty years, even if I haven't seen him for a hundred years, even in a foreign country, I will recognize him.Of course, I think, as we recognized him, he recognized us.Friends in childhood, in fact, don't need eyes at all, just rely on ears, from a sigh, a sneeze, you can judge without a doubt. Whether to go up to meet him? Or simply invite him to have dinner with us... The little lion and I are hesitating.From his deliberate indifference to everything, from his slaps that stared straight at the deer head on the wall without squinting, I knew that he was also hesitating whether to come forward to recognize us.On the night of Cizao Day that year, the scene when he brought Chen Er to our house to ask for Chen Mei emerged one by one.He was a big man at the time, wearing a stiff pigskin jacket, holding a garlic mortar to throw into my dumpling pot, his breath was heavy, irritable and troubled, like a big bear that had been irritated.We haven't seen him since.I think when we reminisce about the past, he reminisces about the past, and when we reminisce about it, he reminisces about it.We never really hated him, we felt deep sympathy for his misfortune, and the reason why we did not go up to him immediately was mainly because we couldn't find the right posture for a while, because, undoubtedly, with our As the customary saying here, we are better than him.It is really difficult for people who are doing well to deal with friends who are doing poorly. Sir, I have a bad habit of smoking. This habit has been restricted in Europe, America, including your Japan, and makes smokers realize that they are vulgar and uneducated everywhere. But in our place, there is no such restriction at present. . I took out the cigarette case, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it with a match.I like the faint smell of nitrate that comes out of a match the instant it is lit.Sir, what I smoked that day was Golden Pavilion, a very expensive local brand.It is said that each pack of cigarettes costs 200 yuan, that is to say, each cigarette costs 10 yuan.Each catty of wheat only sells for 80 cents, that is to say, it takes twelve and a half catties of wheat to exchange for one Golden Pavilion cigarette.Twelve and a half catties of wheat can be baked into fifteen catties of bread, which can meet the needs of a person for at least ten days, but a few puffs of a Golden Pavilion cigarette will be enough.The packaging of this cigarette is really resplendent and resplendent. It reminds me of the Kinkaku-ji Temple in Kyoto. I don’t know if the designer of this cigarette has been inspired by Kinkaku-ji Temple.I knew that my father hated me for smoking this kind of cigarette, but he just said lightly: It's a crime! I hurriedly explained to him that I didn't buy this cigarette, but someone else gave it to me.My father said more bluntly: that is even more sinful.I regret telling my father the price of the cigarettes, which shows my superficiality and vanity.In essence, I am no different from those upstarts who flaunt famous brands and boast about their new wives.But I can't throw away such an expensive cigarette because of my father's criticism. If I throw it away, wouldn't it be more evil? A special spice is added to this cigarette, which emits an intoxicating aroma when it is burned .I saw that Chen Bi's body was unsteady, and he sneezed loudly several times in succession. His eyes also shifted slowly from the deer's head to this side, first hesitant, shy, wavering, and then It was greedy, longing, and even a bit vicious, casting eyes mixed with all these emotions. Sir, this man finally stood up, dragged his sword like a stick, and limped over. There was not enough light in the restaurant, but enough to see his face clearly.His facial features and facial muscles work together to create a complex expression that is difficult to describe in precise words.Whether his gaze was looking directly at me or at the smoke coming out of my mouth, it was difficult for me to judge for a while.I stood up hastily, the chair making a noise behind me.The little lion also stood up. He stood in front of us, and I hurriedly stretched out my hand, pretending to be surprised by a sudden discovery: Chen Bi——but he didn't answer my words, let alone shake hands with me. He kept a polite distance and spoke deeply to us. bowed.Then, leaning on the rusty sword in both hands, he said in the tone of a comedian: Honorable ladies, honorable gentlemen, I, Don Quixote, a knight from La Mancha, Spain, express my deepest gratitude to you. With deep respect, I would like to serve you wholeheartedly. Don't be funny, I said, Chen Bi, what are you pretending to be, I am Wanzu, and she is a little lion... Dear sir, noble lady, for a loyal knight, there is no more sacred cause than defending peace and delivering justice with the sword in hand... Dude, stop acting. The world is a big stage, and the same drama is being performed every day.Sir, madam, if you can give me a cigarette in your hand, I am willing to perform wonderful swordsmanship for you. I hastily handed him a cigarette and kindly helped him light it.He took a deep breath, and the flame on the cigarette butt burned brightly and quickly.His eyes narrowed, the wrinkles on his face squeezed together, and then, slowly stretched, two streams of thick smoke came out from his thick nostrils.I was shocked and moved to see that a cigarette can make a person so relaxed and comfortable.Although I have smoked for many years, my addiction is not too great, so I can't understand the feelings of this person in front of me.He took another deep puff, and the shredded tobacco was almost burnt out. This kind of expensive cigarettes cunningly made the filter tip very long, which not only reduced the amount of shredded tobacco, but also comforted those wealthy smokers who were afraid of death but could not quit cigarettes. mind.It took him only three puffs to smoke a cigarette to the point of burning the filter.I simply handed him the pack of cigarettes.He timidly glanced to the sides, then grabbed it and tucked it into his sleeve.He forgot his promise to show us a wonderful swordsmanship, dragged his sword, dragged a leg, shrugged his body, and ran towards the door.When he ran to the door, he snatched a piece of French bread from the wicker basket. "Don Quixote"! You are asking for property again from the guests! The fat fake Sancho is holding two glasses of foaming black beer, and he is walking towards us, but his voice is shouting at Chen Bi.Through the glass we see the poor man, dragging his rusty sword, his crippled leg, and a long, swaying shadow across the square, disappearing into the darkness.The strong-looking dog followed closely behind him.People seem to be in a panic, but dogs are arrogant. This nasty guy! Pseudo-Sancho said to us apologetically and ostentatiously: he always does things behind our backs that embarrass us.My apologies to Mr. and Mrs. Madam on behalf of our master, but, I think, you may not be bothered by offering a few cigarettes or a few coins to a down-and-out knight. You are, what are you talking about... I find it difficult to adapt to the fat waiter's way of speaking. This is neither a movie nor a play, so there is no need for such an accent.I said, "Did you hire him?" The waiter said, "Sir, let me tell you the truth. When we first opened our business, our boss took pity on him and designed this outfit for him. He asked him and me to stand at the door of the restaurant and attract customers." customer.But he, he has too many problems, he is addicted to alcohol and cigarettes, and once he has an addiction, he can't do anything, not to mention he has a mangy dog ​​who never leaves.Moreover, he does not pay attention to hygiene.Like me, we have to take a shower twice a day. Although our appearance is not pleasing to the eye, the smell of our body will be refreshing.This is the professional ethics of a senior waiter.But that guy, except for being drenched by heavy rain a few times, has never taken a bath, and the smell from his body is disgusting to the guests.Moreover, he violated our boss's prohibition time and time again: asking guests for property.For such a scoundrel, if I were the boss, I would have beaten him out long ago, but our boss is kind-hearted and gave him many opportunities to improve.Naturally, such a person cannot be changed, just like a dog cannot be changed to eat shit.Our boss gave him a sum of money and hoped he would not come again, but he ran out of money and came again. If I were the boss, I would have called the police a long time ago, but our boss is a kind person and would rather suffer damage to his own business than tolerate him.The fat waiter lowered his voice: I only heard later that he is a classmate of our boss, but even a classmate doesn't have to be so tolerant.At last someone complained to the boss about the rancid smell on Don Quixote and the fleas on the mangy dog.Our boss paid someone to forcefully take him to the bathhouse and rinse him and the dog thoroughly. ——This has become a rule, and it is forced to rinse once a month.This guy is not only ungrateful.Every time I yelled and yelled, soaked in the bathhouse and yelled: Li Shou, you bastard, you have ruined the dignity of a knight! Sir, after dinner that day, the little lion and I walked along the river bank to our New home march.The reunion with Chen Bi made us feel a lot of emotion in our hearts.Forget the past.In the past few decades, the mountains and rivers have undergone tremendous changes. Many things that were undreamed of in the past have appeared, and many things that were so serious that they would lose their heads have become jokes.We didn't talk, but maybe we were thinking the same thing. Sir, the second time I saw him was in the Development Zone Hospital.Those who went with us were Li Shou and Wang Gan. He was hit by a police car from the Municipal Public Security Bureau Police Station.According to the police officer who was driving, witnesses on the side of the road also testified for the police—the police car was driving normally on the road, and Chen Bi swooped in from the side of the road. ——This is simply suicide——The dog also rushed in.Chen Bi was knocked into the bushes by the side of the road, and the dog was crushed under the wheels.Chen Bi suffered comminuted fractures in both legs, as well as injuries to his arms and lumbar spine, but his life was not in danger.The dog was so terrified that he martyred his lord. It was Li Shou who told us about Chen Bi's injury.Li Shou said that the police were indeed not responsible, but in view of Chen Bi's situation and the fact that he found someone to pass the joint, the Public Security Bureau agreed to pay 10,000 yuan.This ten thousand yuan is obviously not enough for such a serious injury.I understand that the fundamental purpose of Li Shou calling us old classmates to visit the hospital is to raise medical expenses for Chen Bi. He lived in a large ward with twelve beds, and the bed next to the window, numbered 9, was his bed. It was the beginning of May, and a red magnolia was in full bloom outside the window, exuding a strong fragrance.Although there are many beds in the ward, the sanitation is very good.Although the conditions of this hospital cannot be compared with the big hospitals in Beijing and Shanghai, it has made great progress compared with the commune health center twenty years ago.Sir, I stayed with my mother in the commune health center for a week. There were piles of lice on the hospital bed, blood stains on the walls, and swarms of flies.Thinking about it makes me shudder.Chen Bi had casts on both legs and his right arm. He was lying on his back with only his left arm moving. Seeing us coming, he turned his face away. Wang Gan broke the embarrassing scene with his laughter and cursing: Great knight, what did you do? Fight against the windmill? Or fight with the rival in love? Li Shoudao: If you don’t want to tell me, what’s the point of crashing into the police car? ?He can really pretend to be a knight, and doesn't talk to us, the little lion said, he blamed Li Shou for driving you crazy. Li Shoudao: How is he crazy? He is a prince pretending to be crazy. He suddenly whimpered and cried.The crooked face went lower, the shoulders twitched, and the left hand that could only move scratched the wall. A tall and thin nurse walked in quickly, glanced at us with cold eyes, then patted the head of the iron bed, and said sternly: No. 9, stop making trouble. He stopped crying immediately, turned his head tilted to the side, and looked at us with turbid eyes. The tall and thin nurse pointed to the bouquet we put on the bedside table, sniffed in disgust, and ordered us: the hospital stipulates that bouquets are not allowed to be brought into the ward. The little lion asked dissatisfiedly: What is this regulation? Even the big hospitals in Beijing don't have this regulation. The thin and tall nurse obviously disdained to argue with the little lion, she said to Chen Bi: Quickly ask your family members to pay the bill, today is the last day. I said angrily: What is your attitude? The nurse curled her lips and said: "Work attitude." Do you still have humanitarian spirit? Wang Gan said. The nurse said: I am a megaphone.If you have a humanitarian spirit, help him pay for his medical expenses. I think our dean will give each of you a medal with four big characters engraved on it: model of humanity. Wang Gan still wanted to argue, but Li Shou stopped him. The nurse left angrily. We looked at each other, thinking in our hearts.Chen Bi suffered such a serious injury, the medical expenses must be a staggering figure. Why did you bring me here? Chen Bi said resentfully, what the hell do you care if I die? If you don't bring me here, I would have died long ago, and I don't have to lie here and suffer. It wasn't us who saved you, Wang Gan said, it was the policeman who hit you who called an ambulance. You didn't bring me here? He said coldly, what are you doing here? Are you here to pity me? To pity me? I don't need it.You go away with your poisoned flowers—they give me a headache—and you want to come and pay my medical bills? No need.I am a dignified knight, the king is my close friend, and the queen is my best friend. Naturally, the treasury will pay for this little medical expenses.Even if the king and queen don't pay for me, I don't need your charity.My two daughters are as beautiful as heavenly beings and as blessed as the East China Sea. They are not mothers of the country, but also princesses. The money leaked from their fingers can also buy this hospital! Sir, we naturally understand what Chen Bi said. the meaning of.He was indeed pretending to be crazy, but his heart was as clear as a mirror. There is also inertia in pretending to be crazy. After a long time, you will become three-point crazy.And we followed Li Shou to the hospital to visit, but we were actually anxious.Let us send a few bouquets of flowers, send a few kind words, or even send a few hundred dollars, that is no problem, but if we make us bear huge medical expenses, it is indeed a bit... because, after all, Chen Bi has no relatives with us No reason, and he is in such a state, if he is a normal person... In short, sir, although we have a sense of justice and sympathy, we are still ordinary people, not noble enough to be generous to a social abnormality The degree of unpacking.Therefore, Chen Bi's crazy words provide us with a slope to borrow a donkey.Let's look at Li Shou who summoned us. Li scratched his head and said, "Old Chen, you can take care of yourself. Since the police car hit you, they should be responsible to the end. If it doesn't work, let's find a way..." Get lost, Chen Bi said: If my hand can lift a spear, I will knock your stupid heads. If we don’t leave now, when should we wait? We picked up the few bouquets sprayed with cheap essences, and when we were about to leave but didn’t leave, the tall and thin nurse came in with a man in a white coat.The nurse introduced us, saying that this man was the vice president in charge of finance, and the nurse also introduced us to the vice president, saying that we were relatives of No. 9.The deputy director straight to the point showed us the bill, saying that Chen Bi's rescue and medical expenses had accumulated to more than 20,000 yuan. He repeatedly emphasized that this was still calculated according to cost.If calculated by convention, it is far more than this amount.During this process, Chen Bi kept yelling and cursing angrily: Get out, you usury profiteers, you maggots that eat dead bodies, I don't know you at all.His only movable arm waved, knocked on the wall, groped, felt a bottle on the bedside table and threw it on the opposite bed, hitting the dying old man who was receiving an infusion.Get lost, this hospital is run by my daughter, and you are all hired by my daughter to work. If I say a word, I can destroy your jobs... While the commotion was raging, sir, a woman in a black dress and veil walked into the ward.Sir, you can guess who she is without telling me, yes, she is Chen Bi's youngest daughter, that Chen Mei who narrowly escaped death in the toy factory fire and ruined her face. Chen Mei floated into the room like a ghost.Her black dress and black gauze brought mystery and seemed to bring the gloom of hell.The uproar ceased immediately, as if the power to the noisy machinery had been cut off.Even the stuffy air cooled down.On the magnolia tree outside the window, there was a bird singing tenderly. We couldn't see her face clearly, or any sliver of skin on her body.We only see her tall, with long limbs and a model-like body.We naturally know that she is Chen Mei.The little lion and I naturally recalled the image of the little girl who was in the swaddle more than 20 years ago.She nodded to us, and said to the deputy director: I am his daughter, and I will repay the debt he owed! Sir, I have a friend in Beijing who is an expert in the Burn Institute of 304 Hospital. At the academician level, he told me that for burn patients, the mental pain may be more unbearable than the physical pain. When they see their own destroyed face in the mirror for the first time, the intense feeling The irritation and the great pain are unbearable.These people need great courage to survive. 先生，人是环境的产物，在某些特殊的环境下，懦夫可以成为勇士，强盗可以干出善行，即便是吝啬得一毛不拔者，也可能一掷千金。陈眉的出现和她的勇敢担当让我们心中羞愧，而这羞愧又转化成仗义。仗义之后就要疏财。先是李手，然后是我们，都对陈眉说：眉子，好侄女，你父亲的账，我们来分担。 陈眉冷冷地说：谢谢你们的好心，但我们欠别人的账太多了，欠不起了。 陈鼻大声吼叫：你滚，你这蒙着黑纱的妖精，竟敢来冒充我的女儿。我的女儿，一个在西班牙留学，正与王子恋爱，即将谈婚论嫁；一个在意大利，购买了一家欧洲最古老的酒厂，酿造出了最优良的美酒，装满一艘万吨巨轮，正在向中国行驶……