Chapter 30 Chapter 30

In the morning, the colleague got up and touched Huanzhi's forehead. It was extremely hot.He repeatedly yelled, "Give me some water," and after drinking two full glasses, he still yelled that his mouth was dry.The abdomen is bulging, and it makes noises from time to time; I got up several times, hoping to have a bowel movement, but I can't excrete it.His expression was very sleepy; he was gasping for air with his mouth open.This was obviously a scene of a serious illness, so the colleague went to find a doctor for him. The doctor came in the afternoon.After doing all the necessary procedures, the doctor announced sternly, "Probably it's intestinal strangulation, and the fever will be even higher tomorrow." After writing the medicine, he hurried away.

Intestine Fuss!When Huanzhi heard this term in a half-drowsy state, it was like a thunderbolt struck in mid-air; he seemed to see the dark god of death standing in front of him.Regarding his own death, he had not thought about it in the past ten years. Even in the recent period when terror took over the land, he did not believe that he would encounter any danger; Kind of.At this moment, it has already come to the precipitous cliff along the coast, falling into the mysterious sea.He said dreamily: "Changfusi! I'm going to end up in Changfusi, right? I'm under thirty-five years old, and I haven't succeeded at all in my career. Can I die? Oh, die, die Fragile abilities, floating emotions, useless, useless at all! One hope is caught, one is lost, and another thirty years of life is not like that? Of course there is no one like me Useful! Success is a prize unworthy of ours; the future will come from men who are nothing like us, let them receive it! O you gutted Fuss!"

He misses Peizhang anxiously; it seems that she is here, but he only sees her back and never looks back. "Ah, Peizhang! I understand you and forgive you! Looking back, I want to see your bright black eyes back then! Why don't you come back? I left you, you are so lonely; now , I'm by your side! Pan'er is good at homework, I like him. But the most important thing is to have a good spirit and ability. Be strong! Be deep! Don't be like me, I can't do it, I can't do it at all! Mother, you are getting old , smile, don't frown. Smile for your poor son's sake! Ah, you choke Fuss!"

The colleague who listened to his half-clear and half-fuzzy words was really embarrassed and afraid, so he had to push him to say that it would be much more prudent to write an express letter to his home and ask his wife to come out to take care of him.As if he was about to sit up, he hurriedly retorted and said, "Express letters are too slow, especially in this period. Send me a telegram and ask her to come today!" The colleague shook his head secretly. No telegram was sent from his town, which showed that he was in a severe coma.Regardless of him, he wrote a letter and posted it by express mail.He also knew that his wife and brother lived in a certain hotel in the British Concession, so he also went to inform him.

Around ten o'clock in the morning the next day, Shubo came.He approached the patient's bed and called, "Huanzhi, Huanzhi, are you sick? I'm here." "You? Who are you?" Huanzhi raised his upper eyelids, which seemed to be heavy, and said with wide eyes. "Oh, you're Leshan. You're great, let's go to the meeting together." The colleague said quietly to Uncle Shu: "Look, I'm so sick! The medicine I took last night didn't work, and the fever was higher than yesterday, as the doctor said." He wanted to wake Huanzhi again, and said, "Hey , it was you who ordered Mr. Jinshu Birkin to come!"

"Ah? Did you say that there is such a thing as fate?" It was completely incoherent raving again. "Alas." Uncle Shu sighed anxiously, rubbing his two fingers on the bridge of the nose with the gold-rimmed glasses, as if trying to smooth out those wrinkles. "Let's invite the doctor from yesterday." He said, looking around the room.It was a very poor room: two beds, arranged horizontally and vertically, took up one-third of the total area.Along the window is a square table and two crude round stools.Books, newspapers, pens, inkstones, scrubbing brushes, hot water bottles, etc. were piled up on the table, leaving almost no space, and everything was covered with a layer of soot and dust.Along the left corner of the window, there is a lone toilet.In the right corner, there is a white leather case with a wicker box on it, and the red belt is untied askew.And nothing else.Seeing Uncle Shu, he felt quite desolate; if he got sick in such an environment, even if he was seriously ill, he would have to recover a few days later.He also thought that Huanzhi shouldn't have left his family and the school in the countryside and came to Shanghai. If the situation could be better, he would naturally be transferred to a better place, but now he is unemployed and homeless. It would be far better to stay in the countryside peacefully All right.What's more, this disease is a well-known malignant disease, and it seems that it is not mild, and there may be accidents; it is even more unimaginable, old mother, weak wife, young son, and nothing at home, what happened!He couldn't help but have unrelenting worries beyond family affection.

After re-examination, the doctor said dazzledly, "Didn't I say that yesterday? The temperature has risen by half a degree again today. It will rise again tomorrow." "There won't be any accidents, right?" Uncle Shu asked softly, his expression anxious, losing his usual leisurely demeanor. "It's still uncertain, it will take a week to count. Sir, it's intestinal gas! It's best to isolate yourself from others, or you may spread the infection." The doctor said what he said in his job, and prescribed a prescription to go away. . Uncle Shu postponed until eight o'clock at night, and apologized to the colleague, saying: "The iron gates of the concession were closed early, so I have to go back now and come back tomorrow. Mr. Liu was alone with the patient, so I really couldn't express my apologies." Thank you so much! Fortunately, since there is an express letter from my sister, it will always arrive the day after tomorrow. Then she will take care of everything."

"With me here, sir, don't worry about going back. If it is contagious, although there is a reason for this, I am not afraid of it." The colleague thought of the friendship of the past two years and the recent dependence, and he felt a chivalrous mood, so he said responsibly So to speak. "It's rare, it's rare!" Uncle Shu ran down the dark escalator as if he had done something bad, without looking back. Huanzhi was completely in a coma, his ravings gradually faded away, and he only moaned as if he was suffocated.His face was unusually red; his eyes were closed; his lips were black with dryness and parted from time to time.The body often wants to be moved, but the strength is weak, and the quilt covering the body has few wrinkles.

But he saw many scenes that seemed to appear on an empty stage, or in a sky full of gray clouds in late autumn, without decorative backgrounds, and without the thread that runs through the story like a drama. . He saw many small faces, treacherous, frivolous, rough, the exact model of a hooligan.It turned suddenly, very fast.Surrounded in the center is a poor fly.Looking at the face of the fly, it turned out to be himself.Look at those who are turning around in a hurry and are about to catch the flies. It turns out to be a group of spiders. He saw a group of little fairies, dressed in colored dance costumes, such as one often sees in school fairs.They are delicate, lively, and intelligent, and there is nothing that is not cute.They soared up to the side of the moon, and plucked the crystal grapes to eat.That grape is the star.Looking at the faces of the little immortals, Jiang Hua, Jiang Zihua, Jiang Yihua, etc., all of them can be called by their names.

He saw a figure in a blue shirt with his chest exposed, very friendly, but he couldn't remember who he was.He raised the iron cone and hit a piece of red-hot iron, sparks flew everywhere, and the red light illuminated his face, which was beautiful and solemn.After a while he put down the iron spine and looked up to the sky and laughed, singing in his mouth, as if it was "our...our..." Suddenly a flash of lightning shot out, and a few words appeared like the subtitles of a movie: "You are wronged." , this time is not for you!" A catastrophe like the collapse of the sky and landslides followed, with dust and sand blinding the eyes, boulders colliding, and poisonous fire flying around.After a long, long time, I felt a little clearer in front of my eyes.The bare-chested figure was crushed under the rocks, like a pile of burnt charcoal; where the white smoke curled up was a corner of his unfinished green shirt.

He saw the dancing of the heads.Red blood flowed from the neck of each head and became a red dance dress.There are also accessories, around the neck, entangled between the eyebrows and ears, are the intestines.The dancers seemed to gather more and more, and there was no room for maneuver; the dancing clothes formed a raging red sea, and countless heads floated on the red waves.I don't know why, the red sea is gone, the head is gone, and the eyes are black. He saw his mother, Peizhang, Jiang Bingru, Wang Leshan, Xu Youfu, Lu Sanfu, Jin Shubo, Liu Weiting, they were having a celebration banquet, and Wang Leshan was the one being celebrated.As if after a banquet, Leshan got up and performed a set of gadgets.He opened his chest like unbuttoning his clothes, took out a heart, and shared it with everyone.When you look at it, it is a bright red and lively heart; try to knock it, but it is stronger than steel.He took off his own head again and threw it nonchalantly.Then his movements became even more bizarre. He tore his body into pieces and distributed them to each of them. The division was just right, no more and no less.Those who received his gifts were amazed, as if they were facing the Holy Spirit. He saw a woman, completely naked, bound hand and foot.A young man next to him is unbuttoning his beautiful suit.When his face was raised, it was uglier than the men in the ugliest spring paintings. He saw a revolving lantern, which was much larger than usual, with paper-cut characters as big as real people. On the forehead of the lamp were inscribed two large characters, "Circulation", and on the rotating wind wheel, there were also two large characters, "Fate". He saw Peizhang standing in the middle of the road in the torrential rain.The crowd surrounded her, awaiting her call.Her cut-off hair was soaked with water, and the green shirt and black dress reflected the water light brightly.She shouted her orders, and at the same time raised her arms, and turned her head to the sky, like a goddess of valor. He saw a child standing on the endless long road, it was Pan'er.There was a person running over with a flag in his hand, looking very tired, he looked closely and saw that it was him.Pan'er was ready to set off, squatting down, touching the ground with his left hand, and stretching his right hand behind him, waiting to receive the flag.As soon as he got the flag, he shot his feet like an arrow from the string, never looking back at his father who fell down due to exhaustion.After a while, his little body looked like a little black.On the endless long road, he advances, he runs... Peizhang rushed to Shanghai alone and did not send Huanzhi to his death. Huanzhi passed away that morning.Her grief goes without saying.Hosted by Uncle Shu, with the help of that colleague, it became a simple and bleak funeral.Uncle Shu saw that it was not appropriate for his sad sister to go back alone with her coffin, so he decided to take his wife along with him. Fortunately, the storm of the situation had passed, so he went back to his hometown to live, and there might not be any terrible things to happen. On the day of the memorial ceremony, Jiang Bingru came to hang himself, and said heartfelt words of comfort to Peizhang, who was tear-stained, and the old lady who suddenly looked ten years older.Although Peizhang was weeping, she was not drowsy. The courage of a Long March soldier was born in her heart, and she said to Bingru: "Pan'er is almost ten years old, so why not leave me. I want to go out and do something; for myself , for the sake of the society and the family, I should do something. I realized that I was wrong before, and hid at home after giving birth to a child. But it is useless to regret. Fortunately, my life is still there, and it is not too late to start. The year before last Huan When he said that he wanted to fly outside, I am burning with the same mood as him right now!" The old lady's well of tears had almost dried up, and her sad old eyes looked at her daughter-in-law suspiciously.Pan'er also thought of his father crying, but couldn't imagine where his mother was going, so his body was softly pressed against her lap. Of course the uncle next to her didn't believe her words, he always believed that women were only worthy of looking after the house; but from another point of view, he felt that there was no need to raise any objections. Bingru sighed, meaning that she was the young mistress hiding at home after all. She didn't know that the world was difficult and her husband died, so she wanted to bear her husband's burden alone.But in principle he was in favor of her.He nodded to her and said, "Okay! If you have the chance, of course you might as well go out and do something." "A man has got something to do to get by," he said of himself now.The group of young people who made things difficult for him are gone now, but Jiang Shiyao, who is a friend of the young people, can stand firm alone, and has become the center of the whole town; Meaning, but he always felt that this village where he lived for a long time was not suitable for him.What kind of principal, township director, and president, I used to think about it with gusto, but now I don't even want to think about it.However, the long years, the unfinished life, just pass away at home with your hands in your sleeves?He, who has never been idle, can't bear the terrible loneliness no matter what.So in the boundless future career, he opened up a new path.He looked at Peizhang and then at Uncle Shu, and said, "I have nothing to do, and I can't stand the dead loneliness. I decided to build a house in Nancun. The place has a beautiful scenery and is an open space, and all the planning can be satisfactory. The house needs It is simple but not ugly, elegant and pleasant. Apart from my own home, it can also be distributed to relatives and friends who have speculative interests. This is roughly a new village. There must be a meeting place in the middle, just a big thatched pavilion. I will hold lectures in it every few days Call people from all over the world to listen. Don't talk about anything else, just talk about the principles of hygiene and family management. No matter how the world changes, the body must be protected, and family affairs must be managed. When people listen to me, they are more or less a little Good thing. And, probably, no one will stop me." He looked at Huanzhi's spiritual throne, and said, "If Huanzhi is here, he must not agree with my plan. He will say that this is a retreat. But for me, there is only this new road in front of me!" Written on November 15, 1928