This emotion continued to Dongguan Town. Without even saying goodbye to my beautiful sister, I got off the car. Stepping on this familiar land again, I no longer had the mood of being fired for the first time, and I had no intention of hurting the spring and autumn anymore. I just wanted to go home early to rest, and felt that my body was really going to cross at any time. On the road, I met a few junior high school classmates who had bullied me before. I almost responded to the conditioning steel pipes immediately, and then looked at them with yin energy. But in fact, I knew that now my body could not get up if I was pushed casually.

Unexpectedly, they immediately shrank to the side of the road, not even daring to look at me, let alone bullying me again. I held the steel pipe in my hand and continued to stagger towards the home. When I arrived at the door of the house, a tree of peach blossoms was blooming. I sat on the stone under the tree, gasping heavily for a while, hiding the steel pipe among a branch on the tree, and then I took my bag and walked into the door. My mother was hot on the stove and was startled to see me coming in: "Haohao

, Why are you back?" I put my bag on the ground and said softly: "I was fired." I didn't dare to see my mother's expression. I walked straight to my bedroom, spread the quilt and lay down to sleep. I haven't slept well once for seven days and seven nights in a row. In addition, I suffered injuries from fighting some time ago, my body is like a machine that will fall apart at any time. I don't know what kind of perseverance I have supported to this day.

I vaguely heard my mother packing up the things in my bag, I vaguely heard the teapot on the stove making a slight sound, I vaguely heard the wind whistling outside the window... I finally got home, and I finally had a good rest... I retracted my whole body into the quilt, covering it from head to toe, as if this would give me a sense of security. Now I should be exhausted and could fall asleep next to the pillow, but I couldn't sleep in the quilt for a long time, and the scene of heavy snow that night was still flashing in my mind. After the gunshot, the world was silent, and a figure slowly fell in front of me...

This shot is repeated in my mind, and it is not something I can control. I shrank in the quilt, hoping that I could fall asleep as soon as possible, but I was always half asleep and half awake, and my whole body was in chaos. I don’t know how long it took, but my mother called me beside the bed: “Haohao, get up and eat, eat before sleeping.” I said in a daze under the quilt, “I won’t eat anymore.” Then I continued to huddle in my own small world. Before I knew it, it seemed that I would go back to that snowy night, with the snowflakes floating all over the sky, but I was the only one running in the snow, as if I wanted to catch something but couldn’t catch it.

Finally, I gave up, stopped, and squatted in the snow. It seemed that I was the only one left in the whole world, and the snowflakes in the sky almost covered my body. It was so cold, I was trembling. In the snow, of course it would be cold, and I thought so. I should go home, but I won’t be cold when I go home. But I remember, aren’t I already at home? Why is it still so cold?

I fell in the snow, my body was cold from the inside to the outside, and my teeth were trembling. It seemed that someone was approaching and suddenly waved a heavy snow above my head. A warm hand approached my forehead. Then my mother's panic sound rang: "It's so hot, you're having a fever!" Then I realized that I was having a fever, no wonder I was so cold all over. My mother quickly found antipyretic medicine and asked me to take it with warm water. Then she let me lie down again and put a wet towel on my forehead.

My body was still trembling, and it was cold from the inside to the outside. My mother would soak the towel every once in a while and then come back and continue to put it on my forehead. Before I knew it, I fell asleep again. My mother seemed to be working hard by my side all night. By dawn, I still felt cold and was shaking all over, like an epilepsy attack. My mother was frightened and hurried out to find a doctor. The doctor was from a nearby clinic, and the residents around her went to find him for a minor illness. When he saw me like this, he first took my temperature and said, "It's almost 39 degrees." Then he gave me an injection, said to look at the situation, and packed up and left.

After a long time, my body still did not improve at all, and there seemed to be signs of aggravation. My mother panicked and called the doctor again. The doctor took his temperature again and said in a slight panic: "It's almost forty degrees, so hurry up and send it to the big hospital." My mother couldn't carry me, so she went to Yuchengfei's mother. Yu's mother went to the neighbor's house to find an uncle, and then sent me to the hospital in the town. When she arrived at the hospital, the doctor diagnosed me and said, "This is a disease caused by overwork." Yu's mother asked strangely: "He is a child, why are he accumulated? No one asked him to work." The doctor said: "It's not just physical but also psychological. Don't be a child, I guess he has experienced something we haven't experienced. Okay, it's important to treat the disease, and send him back to the ward first."

At this time, I was already burning and started talking nonsense. According to my mother's later recollection, I was full of words: "Kill, kill him."

After losing water for more than an hour, the fever finally slowly dropped. It was not as good as before, but it did not completely subside. It was always low in fever, and I was always confused. I opened my eyes a few times and asked, "Where is my steel pipe?" My mother also pretended that I was talking nonsense and didn't take it seriously at all.

After three or four days like this, the low fever never subsided, and my mother had no choice but to call my father back. My father smelled of sweat and smelled of sweat. He had just returned from the construction site and arrived at the hospital. He put his hand on my forehead and said in confusion: "Don't it be a low fever?" My mother said: "It's a low fever." My father said: "It's a bad fever, I don't think it's a fever, maybe it's a thermometer broken." Then he pulled out the infusion needle on the back of my hand, pulled me up in one hand, and asked me seriously: "Son, can you resist it?"

I nodded in a daze. My father smiled and said, "That's right. This is nothing. This is a low fever. Just go out for a walk." Then, regardless of my mother's dissuasion, he pulled me out of the hospital. I was weak and weak, and I sweated in less than two steps. My father pulled me to run two steps, and finally pulled me to a mutton soup shop. When he went in, he shouted to the boss: "Give me a big bowl of mutton soup, and put more pepper in it!" After a while, the boss brought a bowl of mutton soup and put it on the table.

My father patted my shoulder and said, "Drink, drink it in one breath!" I have not eaten well these days, and I am indeed hungry. I picked up the mutton soup and started to eat all the mutton offals inside. After drinking, I sweated a lot and felt unspeakable. My father asked me, "Do you still drink?" I said, "Drink." My father turned around and said, "Give another bowl!"

After drinking three bowls in a row, my stomach was so full that I couldn't drink it anymore. My mother complained beside me: "If you drink too much mutton soup, you will get angry. Don't let Haohao drink it all the time." The father waved his hand and said, "What do you know, do you see if your son is much better now?" The mother looked at me carefully and said, "It's indeed much more energetic than before." I felt a little confused and my feet were a little soft, but it was indeed much better than when I was in the hospital before. My father waved his hand and said, "Let's go home and stir-fry two more side dishes!"

No matter how poor or difficult the family is, my father is always calm and optimistic. As soon as he got home, the family became much more stable and it was cured without the treatment of my low fever. When he got home, my mother fryed a few dishes, and my father brought the wine again. My mother was anxious: "My son has just recovered from illness, don't let him drink?" My father asked me: "Son, do you drink?" I said: "I drink." My father said: "The minority obeys the majority. Come on, let's drink." My mother had no choice. After three glasses of wine, my father asked me: "Are you fired again?"

I lowered my head and said with great shame: "Yeah." Just as I was about to listen to my father's reproach, my father laughed: "Hahaha, the second time?" My mother said angrily, "My son was fired, why are you so happy?" I also looked at my father in surprise. You can't be laughing at me. My father said: "I am laughing at Chenggao and Beiqili. I gave up all my son's students. When my son was admitted to Tsinghua University, they would have no place to cry!"

My mother said helplessly, "You are so good at comforting yourself." My father laughed and said, "What else can I do if I don't comfort me? I'll be expelled. What a big deal. There are so many schools in the world. I'm not chanting, and I can build a new socialist country." After he said this, the atmosphere became much easier. I knew he was relaxing in my heart and told me not to be too sad, but my heart was still sour. My father said a lot before asking me, "By the way, why were I expelled?"

I avoided the important thing and said lightly, "It's just a fight with someone." I didn't dare to say that I led the people to smash the school, let alone a friend was gone. My father didn't ask much, nodded and said, "I just hit it, I'm young and energetic, it's okay. Then I ask you, which school do you want to study? I'll run for you these days." He also thought that I had good grades and it's easy to go to any school. But I know that even if the TV station and newspapers didn't report it, the market would definitely spread. It would be strange if other schools were willing to ask me. I shook my head and said, "I don't miss it anymore."

The father said in surprise: "I don't miss you anymore? What do you want to do if you don't study? Now I don't have a diploma, and I don't have any way out!"

My mother was also anxious: "That's right, your dad and I worked hard to support you in school, so you can't just say it casually and stop chanting. It doesn't matter if we are expelled from the school. Let's find another school, and you can't stop chanting."
Chapter completed!