Chapter 97 negligent

Zhaoqing just lost his head for no apparent reason.When I was on duty in the middle of the night, looking at Tianziling, which suddenly grew stronger and approached in the moonlight, I thought of his life.Because of his obscenity, because of his pettiness, I have nothing good to say about him.It wasn't until after his death that I remembered that once I was ordered to climb to the wall to write Quotations from Chairman Mao. Suddenly the ladder slid down unstoppably.Seeing all this from a distance, Zhaoqing was so frightened that the bowl of rice in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and he ran over and shouted. "Help—help—it's terrible—" He jumped up and down, lost his head, jumped back after doing nothing, and cried loudly.Maybe I wasn't that dangerous, he didn't have to cry and jump so much, he didn't even do anything practical to help me.But of all my friends and acquaintances who were there at the time, there was not a single one who was as frightened and flustered as he was, and no one else could not help crying for me.I am grateful for his tears - though only for a short moment, though they will soon disappear in a pair of small eyes that I will never be able to get close to.In my future work, no matter where I go, no matter how many cities and villages I want to forget, I will never forget my overlooking at that moment: there is a lid below, just a face, magnified in the perspective relationship , covered the thin body behind completely, and sprayed yellow tears for me.

I wanted to say a word of thanks to him and let him take a little advantage from me, such as a few dollars, such as a piece of alkali, but he won't do it. I brought an old cotton blanket to his home, and his wife and I put it on Zhaoqing's coffin. He has been used to sleeping on the shoulder all his life, so he should be allowed to sleep well in the future.He has been busy all his life, and he should be allowed to relax in the future. "Slack", pronounced hai, means rest in Maqiao language.