Chapter 22 The first section of the newspaper will close down

After coming out of the blood slave community, I returned to the newspaper office, and I hurriedly called home. I was concerned about my father's condition. At that time, there was no telephone installed at home, and only the canteen at the entrance of the village had a telephone in the whole village.Later I heard that every time I called, the owner of the canteen would run out, stand on the village road and shout, "Sister-in-law Li, your son is calling." My mother ran out of the house and ran to the canteen in one breath. Here, pick up the microphone.Every time I could hear her panting, it would take half a minute before she could speak.I said: "Mom, what are you running? What if you fall?" Mom said: "Long-distance calls, a lot of money per minute." I'll pay." Mom said seriously: "The public money is also money!" She hung up the phone in a hurry without saying a few words.

At that time, my mother always said on the phone that everything was fine at home, so let me not worry about it, and that my father's health was getting better and better.Also later, I heard from the owner of the canteen that my mother was always lying to me because she was worried that I would miss my family and not be able to work well.In fact, life at home was very difficult at that time, and my father's health deteriorated day by day.When I went home before, the red camellia cigarettes and Langjiu I brought to my father were all sold by my mother to the owner of this small shop at a low price.A bottle of red camellia was 45 yuan at that time, and my mother only sold it for 30 yuan; a bottle of Langjiu was 50 yuan, and my mother only sold it for 30 yuan.The owner of this canteen said that these high-end cigarettes and alcohol could not be sold in the canteen at all, and the farmers were very poor, so who could afford it?But his mother was waiting for the money, so he had to pay for it himself, then smoke and drink it himself.

I still remember a scene when I went to the hospital with my father for a physical examination. At that time, my father didn't know what disease he had. He always believed that medicine is so advanced that any disease can be cured.At that time, I was still working as a small civil servant in the small county in the north, Qingshui Yamen, and I had no extra income except salary.One day, we stood outside the door of the doctor's office and saw an old man who was a few years older than my father sitting on a stool at the same table as the doctor.The doctor asked, "Do you want to be treated for this disease?" The old man said, "If you are sick, you have to be treated." The doctor said, "It costs 20,000 yuan." The old man said, "So much? I might as well let me die." Then, the old man walked out in high spirits, followed by his son and son-in-law.My father whispered to me: "Oh, the peasants are in a panic. If you have a serious illness, you can only wait to die."

My father never forgot that old man, so that he would mention that old man to me after a long time: "I don't know if he is alive now?" When my father spoke, his eyes were full of desolation. Soon after, my father also knew that he was going to face death.That day, we lived in a small room in a hotel next to the hospital. After much hesitation, I finally told my mother about my father's illness, saying that this disease called cancer is currently incurable in medicine.I had been hiding his illness from my father until now.My mother said: "In this case, let your father know." I can still remember that my mother walked into the room and told my father all this. My father, who was lying on the bed and enduring the pain, got up and said something : "Go! Go home! Don't see a doctor!" Then he walked out by himself.

Over the years, I have always regretted that I had no money and didn't keep my father.Every time I think about it, I burst into tears.Over the years, I have worked hard and made money, just to make up for my original regrets. In fact, when we decided to come to the south, the time we said goodbye to my father was the last time we father and son were together. After that, I never saw my father again.All the things about my father in the future are reported by others. I heard from my sister that it was raining in my hometown that day, and the rain was heavy. My father struggled to get up. When he was about to go to the toilet, he slipped in the yard and broke his arm.The father got up and pinched the right arm with his left hand. He felt that the forearm was completely separated from the arm, and only a circle of flesh was connected.The younger sister saw it too, and she hurried to her father to send him to the hospital, but the father said, "Forget it, let's cut it off when people die, so as not to spend money." He was sweating profusely in pain, But he insisted not to go to the hospital.

Mother also came, but seeing this scene, she had no idea.My younger sister cried and asked my father to go to the hospital, but my father cared about money. He knew that as long as he entered the hospital, he would not be able to get out without a few thousand yuan.How could our family have several thousand yuan at that time! My sister had no choice, so she went to the entrance of the village to call me. At that time, I didn't have a mobile phone, only a number page, but she didn't respond after calling for a long time.According to the time calculation, I should have made an unannounced visit in the blood slave community at that time, and the digital paging was placed in the newspaper office.

My sister couldn't find me, so I had to call my brother's landlord again.At that time, my younger brother graduated from junior high school, rode a tricycle in the county town, and rented a house with a telephone.At that time, my brother happened to be having dinner at home.When the younger brother heard about his father's situation, he said, "No matter what, I have to send him to the hospital, even if I sell everything else, I have to see him." The younger sister suddenly had an idea in her heart. That night, my father was lying in the trolley, my sister was pulling in front, and my mother was pushing behind, walking towards the town hospital step by step in the dark.The town hospital is more than ten miles away from my house, and the road is muddy. They fell down countless times along the way. In the middle of the night, they appeared at the gate of the town hospital covered in mud.

When the family of three was walking to the town hospital, the teenage brother rode a tricycle home from the county seat.At that time, there was no shuttle bus, and taxis were hired, and my younger brother didn't have that much money. At that time, my younger brother only had 50 yuan, which was all his savings.The road that had just rained was very slippery, and my brother almost slipped into the deep ditch several times.When it was almost midnight, several people rushed out of the woods by the roadside. They held flashlights and stopped my brother.The younger brother was terrified and thought he had encountered a robber.Those people dragged my younger brother off the tricycle, and then asked him to show his business license.To run a tricycle in the county town to pull people and goods, you need to apply for an operating certificate and pay operating fees.The younger brother begged them bitterly, saying that there was a patient waiting at home, and begged them to let him go quickly.They asked the younger brother to pay a fine of 300 yuan per mouth.The younger brother said: "My good uncle, do you think my broken car is worth 300 yuan?" They didn't care, they wanted the money.Later, they confiscated the only 50 yuan from the younger brother before letting him go.

When my brother got home, it was already dawn.He didn't have time to drink a sip of water, so he ran to the hospital to visit his father. During those days, no one could contact me, so my younger brother had to sell everything in the house to treat his father. Over the years, as long as I write about my father, as long as I think of my father, I will shed tears.At this moment, I can't say anything, I can't write anything, only tears flow down... When I came out of the blood slave colony, it was the 25th of that month. This was the day when the newspaper office paid the wages of the previous month, but no wages were paid that day.At that time, everyone thought that the leader of the newspaper office was busy and hadn't taken care of the salary.However, on the 28th and 29th... until the end of that month, the wages had not been paid, and everyone began to lose their temper. They asked what happened, and all kinds of true and false news spread. and go.As soon as the leaders of the newspaper office returned to the office, they closed the door and refused to come out again; while the reporters and editors were panicked,...

At that time, there were some jingles circulating in the industry, all about journalists: beautiful on the outside, hesitant inside; Ants are busy, more loyal than Yue Fei, more nervous than Lai Changxing... Others said that the profession of journalists is: girls are boys, and boys are animals. Due to the lack of wages for a long time, and the previous wages were very low, everyone had no savings. At this time, many people's lives were stretched and difficult.I remember that there were a lot of old newspapers piled up in the office at that time, and they were also secretly sold out; some people were reluctant to take the bus and walked to and from get off work every day. ; There are also some people who secretly work part-time outside, because the newspaper said that those who resign will not be able to receive their previous wages...

At this time, some casual reporters and entertainment reporters can live relatively better. They often attend meetings and get red envelopes.And the most pitiful ones are journalists like me who have no track record. We can only wait, waiting for the day when the newspaper will be kind enough to pay wages, and wait for the day when the newspaper will start to work. I called home every few days, but the owner of the canteen always said that there was no one at home. I was very anxious and didn't know what happened at home.I asked the boss, and he said that my parents had gone to relatives.Later I found out that this was a lie fabricated by my mother in order to fear that I would worry. One day, I received a call from my younger brother. When I went back, my younger brother said that my father is still in the hospital, and almost everything in the house can be sold. He asked me if I had any money? My head suddenly grew bigger and I almost collapsed. I suppressed crying and said to my brother: "Wait a minute, wait a minute, yes, yes." Putting down the phone, I ran back to the agency. At that moment, I even wanted to kill someone.I walked into the boss's office, and the boss was sitting on the sofa with his head buried. He raised his head and looked at me. I will never forget the look in his eyes. The eyes contained grievances, sadness, depression, and desolation. It was an old man. eyes.The resentment I felt before I entered the door dissipated in no time. I told about the difficulties my family was encountering. The boss kept saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." So many. This kind of newspaper is invested by an advertising company. The purpose of this advertising company to run the newspaper is to collect money. They interfere with the editing and operation of the newspaper everywhere, and finally they have reached a dead end.The advertising company would send a manager-level person to the newspaper office every day, and since the salary could not be paid, the manager never dared to come again. At this point, I don't know who to turn to and what to do.Later, the director who brought me to this newspaper gave me another 500 yuan, and I quickly mailed the 800 yuan to my brother. I comforted him and said, "Send so much first, and I will mail it later." This kind of unpaid life has lasted for two months. Newspapers are published every day and manuscripts are published. Newspapers are dying. During this period, a reporter once drank a little wine to embolden himself, and then came to the newspaper with a kitchen knife and asked for his salary, but only returned a pitiful 100 yuan. Even so, no one resigned, resigning means not getting a penny.People are still waiting with hope, waiting for an investor to send money to pay everyone's wages. I didn't leave either, but I was planning another "way to make money"-writing manuscripts for other newspapers.