Wang Er Chronology: Born in 1950. From 1966 to 1968, the "Cultural Revolution".A middle school student who lived in the mine, witnessed Mr. He's suicide by jumping off a building and Mr. Li's glans hematoma. In 1968, I was playing with Xu You making explosives in the basement, and an accident happened, which was bad luck.He was put under dictatorship first, then arrested and beaten a lot. From 1969 to 1972, he was released.Jump in line to Yunnan.Meet Chen Qingyang. From 1972 to 1977, he joined the team in the suburbs of Beijing.Make friends with Xiaozhuanling.Get acquainted with Mr. Liu, Mr. Liu died.Later, he was transferred back to the city and worked as a worker in a street factory.

From 1977 to 1981, went to university. From 1981 to 1984, graduated at the age of thirty.Married Er Niuzi. From 1985 to 1990, she reunited with her old lover, and was surprised to find that she was married to Mr. Li.Study abroad for a degree.Bereavement.divorce.return home. In 1990, I was forty years old. one Time flies, and now it is the age of forty.I am now divorced and live with my mother.Sometimes Xiao Zhuanling came to see me, and sometimes he got angry and didn't show up for more than ten days.I'm basically a bachelor these days. I live in my father's house, and my father is no longer there.I was finally transferred to the mining school and taught at the school where my father taught during his lifetime.The person who lives opposite my house is my immediate boss, Mr. Li.Mr. Li's wife is an old classmate of mine, and she was called Xianxian back then.Lines were crazy in the "Cultural Revolution" and ran out very early to play with boys.It's too late to mention these things now, but I don't think I'm to blame for the lines.Because she was just playing with me.It can also be said that the two of us are old lovers.

As for Mr. Li, he won't be offended, because he doesn't care about these things.Other than that, he and I have a very good friendship.When he returned to the mainland from overseas, the first person who could call him by name was me.He is still a sociable person, until now, except for his wife, that is, he can chat with me.I don't know about his situation abroad. Anyway, in China, anyone who can talk about his thoughts is just a line, a Wang Er.That's really not much.In Mr. Li's words, no one else has a relationship with him.I also regard Mr. Li as a friend.I have never been afraid of offending my friends, because I am a friend.I am not afraid of being offended, and those who cannot be offended are not friends. This is my consistent style.From this, you can also guess why I have so few friends.

I don't have many friends now.Xu You found a job abroad and went to the Middle East to build roads.Chen Qingyang couldn't see her.Little Zhuanling said, I have an old love for lines, and said that I am a toad who wants to eat swan meat.She is simply a vinegar gourd.I fell in love with Mr. Li's wife.Mr. Li didn't know, and said that I had a predestined relationship with him.It's time to be friends. Mr. Li said that he and I have a fate, which originated on a winter morning 23 years ago.At that time, I was seventeen years old and a middle school student. I was as tall as I am now, but much thinner than today, like a bamboo pole.Wearing a dog fur cap on his head, a blue cotton jacket with a uniform cover, and big leather shoes on his feet, this outfit was very ordinary at that time.My clothes were not very clean, which was common in those days.My hat was a gift from a friend, and he didn't come here by accident, either by stealing it or snatching it, which was very common at the time.Back then, as long as the middle school students were not weak and cowardly, whoever hadn’t done a few bad things, snatching a few hats was really normal——I just went to the big playground of the mine to read big-character posters like this.In 1967, the big-character posters had lost their sensational effect, but there were still many things to see.A certain Mr. went to prostitutes when he was studying in Japan in his early years, and he wanted to pay for the prostitution; a certain professor went to the mine with difficulty for three years, and stole steamed buns and hid them in his arms while eating treats; a certain secretary embezzled party funds and gave himself a silver cigarette case Wait, it's quite interesting.It's easy to get mesmerized watching this kind of stuff.Unknowingly, I also became a villain.If there is a "Cultural Revolution" again, I will never watch this kind of stuff.Back then, I had a habit of reading the big-character posters of the whole hospital every day.The mine is very large and there are many big-character posters, so I can't read them all.Some I just read the titles, some give a general overview, and some interesting ones I read carefully.That's it, I still have to afford drought and greed.I arrived at the big playground early in the morning, and the big playground has long been divided into nine palaces and eight trigrams by mat sheds.I walked around in the gossip, got up early, and didn't meet anyone.After turning around a few times, I met the first person, who was lying on the ground like a dead fish.This is Mr. Li.

Pushing the time back to 23 years ago, Mr. Li had just returned to the Mainland from Hong Kong, and all his winter clothes were bought temporarily.He was wearing a blue cotton coat with a hood, the kind Beijingers call a cotton monkey, small and old, and I don't know who gave it to him.Mr. Li is small, and the cotton monkey is even smaller than him.It can be seen that it is something worn by children.Under the cotton monkey are duffel trousers, which he brought back from overseas.Under the duffel trousers is a pair of fat and big plastic-soled cotton shoes, which he bought in Beijing.Mr. Li has an unshaven beard and wears glasses that look like the bottom of a bottle.When I saw him, he was lying on the ground like this, with half-closed eyes, no black eyes, and trembling all over, very similar to the appearance of Mr. He who jumped off the building a few days ago when he first landed.But when you look closely, it is quite different. Mr. He's brain was spilled out at that time, while Mr. Li's brain was still inside his skull. This is the main difference.I was not at the scene when Mr. He jumped from the upstairs, but I rushed there after I got the news.Although I went quickly, I missed a lot of scenes.It is said that when Mr. He first landed, he was still rolling all over the ground, but I did not see this scene.It is said that Mr. He also grabbed two hands, but I didn't see it either.I hardly saw the scene of Mr. He's death, except for his last two twitches.This makes me very embarrassed.So I was very excited to see Mr. Li on the ground.Although I'm not sure if he's dead or not.

If I knew that Mr. Li was not dead, but just passed out, then I would definitely save him.Although I was very thin at the time, children before the "Cultural Revolution" valued sports, so they all had a lot of strength. Mr. Li was not heavy, so it was no problem for me to carry him away.But at the time I thought he might have been lost. In this case, we should protect the scene and wait for the police.Since I'm not sure if he's dead or not, there's a third way: I'll call some people to see if he's dead or not.I am most displeased with this approach.Suppose Mr. Li is dead, I leave the scene again, and someone bumps into me again. At that time, if I say that I am the first person to arrive at the scene, who will believe it?Even if I believed it, it would be even worse for me. They would say that Wang Er scared the dead away.Now that I am in my forties, I am not afraid that people will say that I am timid.After jumping in the queue and working as a worker for decades, people everywhere said that I was very courageous, daring, black-hearted, daring, daring and so on.Occasionally someone says that Wang Er is timid, but I don't think there is anything wrong with it.But at the time, I was afraid that people would say this about me.So I adopted the fourth method, standing still on the spot, and seeing whether Mr. Li's smoking became stronger or harder.If it's the latter, I yell.If it is the former, I will carry him in the past.Unexpectedly, he opened his eyes very quickly and sat up, which made me very disappointed.I turned around, ready to go.

From Mr. Li's point of view, things were not so easy that morning.At that time, he came from Hong Kong to participate in the "Cultural Revolution" (later, he said, this was the biggest mistake he made in his life), and he had just arrived at the mining institute the night before, and came to put up posters in the morning.Unexpectedly, he got into an argument with others, was kicked and seriously injured, and fainted to the ground.When he woke up, he was surprised: he was not lying in the hospital, and no one was around him.The person who kicked him was gone.There was only one and a half children watching, and the child was about to leave slowly.So he hurriedly asked me to go back and give him a hand.Mr. Li said that at that time, his wound was so painful that he couldn't walk without a support.But I shook my head and walked over for a long time, but he was in a hurry.So when he was able to go up, he put his arms around my neck and didn't dare to let go anymore, so I ran away too.As a result, when I arrived at the hospital, there was a string of purple marks on my neck.Under such circumstances, of course I refused to help him back, and ran away in a hurry.This time it was hard for Mr. Li again, he didn't know the way back at all, and it took several times of effort to get back to the mine.

I have something to add to this matter.I didn't know Mr. Li at that time, and I didn't know that he was from the mining institute.If you know it, your attitude towards rescue will be more positive.I didn't know that he was settled by someone, but I thought he was suffering from goat horns.If you know, the attitude of rescue will be more positive.After making these two defenses, I also admit that at that time I was particularly interested in the dead, not the living.Mr. Li said that he could understand my feelings at that time.One thing he couldn't understand was that the kick was really good.Just a little more kicking and he'd be someone I'm interested in.

What happened to Mr. Li was like this: In 1967, everyone wanted to write big-character posters and post them, and then saw other people whispering in front of what they wrote, and there were many discussions. This is different from what I want to publish today. The mood is the same.What makes people most angry is that I worked hard all night to write it, and it was blocked after I posted it.So it was written on the big-character posters: Keep it for five days, keep it for ten days, but no one will keep it for you.I don't know how many quarrels and hands-on things happened over such things in those years.Mr. Li's Dayu newspaper was posted on the big-character poster that a group of daredevils in the driver's class had finally concocted, and he was caught by the owner on the spot.I crossed my neck and reasoned with him, but I couldn't understand the reasoning with him.So when he was kicked, no one would have thought that he would be kicked right.At that time, who in our hospital didn't know the driver class?Only Mr. Li didn't know.So I was not even prepared to be beaten.This kick caused trouble, and Mr. Li's face changed, and his eyeballs rolled up, hanging limply on his hands.He was also afraid of the lawsuit of eating human life, so he quickly put him on the ground and ran away.Who would have thought that he could be saved?If we send him to the hospital, what if he dies again?

Now everyone in our hospital is calling Mr. Li a glans hematoma behind his back, including those unmarried girls.They said that Mr. Li was originally Japanese, his surname was glans, and his last name was hematoma.this is not right.Mr Li has never been to Japan.He got this name because he was so angry after being kicked that he copied out the hospital's medical certificate to seek justice. There were such words in the medical certificate: "Contusion of the scrotum, hematoma of the glans penis."The justice he found was that it was called glans hematoma from then on, and it has been swollen for twenty-three years, and it has not disappeared until now.