Chapter 9 chapter eight

Grandma is dying. After Zishi, Zhabei District Central Hospital.The emergency room smelled of alcohol and medicine.The light shone on the pale wall, faintly reflecting a few stains, like a cloud of human-shaped smoke.A lonely old man was abandoned by his children on a stretcher bed, accompanied only by an infusion needle inserted into his blood vessel. When he was about to die, the nurses would call the doctor on duty, perform a symbolic rescue, and send him to the morgue in disgust.A woman was pushed in, young and beautiful, presumably a college student.Long black hair hung down from one end of the stretcher bed, shaking out the scent of shampoo.A middle-aged couple cried and said she had taken a whole bottle of sleeping pills.The doctor on duty performed gastric lavage on her immediately.The girl's mother whispered: "She has a baby in her belly." Then she cursed a man viciously.The girl failed to spit out the sleeping pills in her stomach, and the doctor spread his hands helplessly.Just as the family members were about to kneel down to the doctor, another group of people rushed in, hugging a young man bleeding profusely, with a sharp knife stuck in his chest, white skin and glasses, he didn't look like a hooligan.A woman jumped on him: "He's still young...he's still young..." The doctor tried to save him a few times, then shook his head and said, "Get ready for the funeral!"

"He's still young..." Before dawn, the twenty-five-year-old me stayed beside my grandmother, stroking her white hair until the electrocardiogram became a straight line.The doctor left silently and signed the death certificate. It was 4:44 a.m. on Sunday, June 18, 1995, and my grandmother was sixty-six years old. I was calm, did not shed a tear, and arranged the funeral in an orderly manner.At daybreak, I followed the funeral car without any fear, and accompanied my grandmother to the funeral home.I have no other relatives, and my grandmother doesn't have a work unit. People don't care about an old servant. Only the family she worked for sent a white envelope of two hundred dollars.As for my fiancée and her family, I have never met my grandmother.There is no need to do a farewell ceremony for the funeral, it is enough for me to say goodbye to her in this world.I think, I am also my grandmother's favorite person, she will definitely agree with me.

I signed countless letters all day, until I watched my grandma go to be cremated, and watched her small body being put into the cremation furnace, and soon turned into a pile of bones and ashes——reminds me of the idiom that all thoughts are ashes. I silently picked up the hot bones, put them into the urn, held them in front of my chest and kissed them.I don't have the money to buy a cemetery, so I can only deposit my ashes in the funeral home like many people do. My hands were covered with my grandma's ashes, but I was reluctant to wash off the powder. I put a black gauze on my arm, a small piece of red cloth representing my grandchildren, and got on the bus back to Nanming High School.

Late at night, I returned to school exhausted, and just stepped into the door of the dormitory, and found someone in my room.I picked up a wooden stick and was about to hit the man on the back of the head, but the man turned around and shouted, "Hey! It's me!" You fucking barked later!This can be regarded as a legitimate defense! Sure enough, it was the wretched dean, who took a few steps back in a stern panic, and held up a long string of house keys: "Don't get me wrong, I'm on duty at the school tonight, just to check the room." He didn't notice the bruises on me until I put down the stick.

Hei Sha: "Mr. Shen, it turns out that your family has a funeral. I'm so sorry." I stood in the doorway watching him, if looks could kill. Strict but hesitant to leave, he looked at my room and said, "Oh, Mr. Shen, you haven't cleaned it up yet? The workers will come to install the table tennis early in the morning the day after tomorrow. Can you move out on time tomorrow night?" After that, he walked to the desk like no one else, and touched the beaded chain I hung on it. "do not move!" I yelled furiously, and rushed to grab his arm, but I didn't expect him to struggle hard.Although the teaching director was in his forties, he was taller than me. When the two of them were about to fall to the ground together, there was the sound of the beads breaking and scattering.

It doesn't seem to be appropriate, are big pearls and small pearls falling on a jade plate? I lay on the ground like crazy, looking for scattered beads everywhere.It took a full half an hour until I was dizzy and my thighs were numb before I picked up all the beads. Yan Yan had already slipped out, leaving me alone in the room, slumped on the floor weakly, holding dozens of beads in my palm.I managed to find a thin string and wanted to put the bead chain back on again, but the holes in the beads were very irregular, drilled by hand, and once broken, it was difficult to put on again. I stubbornly wore it until the early hours of the morning, but still couldn't complete the bead chain. I smashed the floor hard, regardless of whether it would wake up the students downstairs.The fist was bruised, and it hurt like a bone-piercing pain. He could only dig out a cloth bag and put away the string of beads.

I lie on the bed like a zombie, the string of beads clutched in my palm. Tomorrow night, I am looking forward to tomorrow night.