Bamboo horses peck each other daily

Cheng Xia stayed in the hospital for a while, and when he saw the meal time, he simply went to the hospital cafeteria to help Wang Hao make a meal. Wang Hao fell asleep again not long after eating, and he came back by himself.

It was morning when he got home after the military training, but it was already evening when he came back.

Cheng Xia first went to the mahjong parlor and unlocked the bicycle, ready to ride home.

He felt the familiar bumps of the gravel road in the car. It may be that the back of the bus was stiff after sitting for too long, but the bumps made people feel comfortable. This section of the gravel road was not as annoying as usual.The wind at sunset was finally cooler, and the low bungalows around made it easy for people to see the sunset glow burning in the sky today, making Chengxia see that his hands were all red.

Cheng Xia returned the bicycle, responded to Aunt He's inquiry and comfort with a smile, then went home and lay on the bed, staring at the pile of books on his desk in a daze.

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With more than ten days before the end of the summer vacation, Cheng Xia decided to find some part-time jobs.

Aunt He's job as a helper is actually not onerous for Cheng Xia. He used to know that the money his mother left for him was not enough for him to grow up. The balance is not small, so there is never a great sense of crisis, and there is no need to squeeze my own labor force.But now, it's probably not as comfortable as before.

However, it is very difficult for a 13-year-old minor to find a part-time job outside. Not to mention that the law and order has gradually improved in the past few years. Everyone does not want to be arrested for employing child labor. It is said that the labor capacity of minors and adults is not the same. Quantitative, most people are still more than happy to hire adults.

It was hard to find a job as a helper in a snack bar, and the salary was only half that of an adult.

Cheng Xia lay on the balcony of the hospital ward, calculated the hourly salary for the past few days, and closed the notebook with a sigh.Moreover, as a key middle school, Ninth Middle School has always had a lot of homework. After school, he probably won't be able to work part-time on weekdays, and he can only wait for weekends a week.

Cheng Xia pulled up the balcony door, and immediately saw Wang Hao eating with a blank face in the room.

He asked: "Has my soup been stolen by a mouse? Why hasn't it come yet?"

Ever since Wang Hao woke up, he has always looked like a late mother every day, as if he comes to his uncle every day, and it is uncomfortable to keep three swear words out of his mouth, and it is rare to say a word without swear words.

Cheng Xia couldn't figure out how a person could master so many swear words, and he had never seen the coworkers with him utter such swear words, everyone was obviously normal.

Cheng Xia took it easy and walked around the hospital bed, not bothering to talk to him.A few days ago, Wang Hao's wound was inflamed, and Cheng Xia had no experience in taking care of patients and almost messed up, so he simply stayed in the hospital. Seeing his stinky face these days is almost physiologically disgusting.

However, Wang Hao didn't give Cheng Xia this chance at all. Seeing him ignoring people, he uttered swear words in an instant. Cheng Xia was so annoyed that he wanted to pick out all the things he ate in the past few days, so that he could recover to the day when he didn't even have the strength to swear. when.

Cheng Xia lifted the tray containing the rice and put it heavily on the table, then scolded Wang Hao in a low voice: "Shut up!" After speaking, he went downstairs with the tray to fill his mouth with soup to gag him.

Everyone else in the ward looked at the father and son darkly and subtly. During this time, everyone was completely enlightened by this magical way of getting along.Cheng Xia still cared about the strange eyes of the people in the ward, and always spoke in a low voice, but Wang Haohun was so generous that he didn't care at all, he always shouted and shouted loudly, wishing that the next ward could hear his voice.So Cheng Xia and the others naturally became the target of everyone's gossip.

When Cheng Xia came back, he faced the eyes of the whole ward who thought he was cryptic but actually saw them clearly. He put the soup in his hand on the small table in front of Wang Hao, and he kept talking to Wang Hao with an indescribable taste in his heart. His tone was much worse: "Take it."

Wang Hao knocked over the soup directly with a wave of his hand, dripping soup splashed on the table, and fell to the ground with a low sound, sticking to the snow-white and clean quilt.

Cheng Xia's hand was suddenly scalded with red skin by the soup, he was so stimulated that he stopped his hand and yelled at Wang Hao, "What the hell are you trying to do!"

Wang Hao frowned fiercely, and sneered and turned up the volume: "Finally don't pretend? You've been pretending for so many days, you don't bother me, I'm fucking sick! You don't want to raise me! Sub-bassy..."

"Yes!" Cheng Xia interrupted him, and stretched out his uninjured hand to grab Wang Hao's collar, and the hospital gown was wrinkled by him.

A sharp pain flashed across Cheng Xia's forehead, he didn't know if it was caused by his heart, he just felt that the pain made his depressed mood these days clamoring to explode.

Cheng Xia wanted to use his collar to pull Wang Hao up, but only halfway through, he heard Wang Hao screaming "Ah—"

It was the sudden movement of Wang Hao's body that involved the wound.

Cheng Xia suddenly woke up and let go of his hand. After hearing the noise in the room, the nurse trotted open the door and came in to check, but he stopped the nurse behind him, and for the first time in the ward let go and shouted at Wang Hao. He said: "If I could just throw you in the hospital, I'd fucking have already lost you!"

After Cheng Xia finished speaking, he directly copied his schoolbag, and pushed open the door, ignoring the nurse who reminded them in a low voice at the door, and hurried all the way, almost running down the stairs.

The people eating melons in the ward looked at each other, passing gossip with their eyes, and then they were scared back by Wang Hao, who was relieved from the pain on the hospital bed, "Look at that!"

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Cheng Xia returned home by bus, opened the creaking broken door, watched the light bulb light up after the wires flickered twice and made a buzzing sound, the house was so quiet that no one was home for a few days. Like a deserted house, you can still see dust flying in the air under the dim light.

He stood at the door, but he couldn't walk into the house for a long time. The dark tide that he had been trying to suppress in his heart these days seemed to be hit by a hurricane and surged up layer by layer. Layer of finely crushed gravel.

The small piece of scalded flesh on his hand was implicated in the nerves deep in the muscles. The burning feeling was like playing a taut string on the nerves. The lingering pain finally brought him back to his senses, and he remembered that he had to deal with his hands. burns on.

He put down his schoolbag, went to the kitchen cabinet and took out the medicated oil. After washing the burn with cold water for a while, he directly applied the medicated oil on it.

The wound was not broken, and the medicated oil was not irritating. Except for the tingling pain caused by the brushing of fingers, there was almost no special feeling. It was just that the greasy and dull smell in the air gradually spread, driving away the familiar old woody smell in the room. .

Cheng Xia stared at the window next to the dining table through the kitchen door directly opposite the cabinet, and the words Wang Hao said kept replaying in his mind.He lowered his eyelashes, silently thinking, Wang Hao is right.

If possible, he doesn't want to raise Wang Hao.

He had repeatedly thought that without Wang Hao, he could slowly use his savings to high school. He heard that the Ninth Middle School already had a scholarship system, and he could work harder to compete for those scholarships, or he could use his savings on weekends, winter and summer vacations. Do part-time jobs little by little and save a lot of money.After a few years, when he turns 16, he can ask Brother Ming to apply for a revision of his date of birth, and then apply for an ID card. After he becomes an adult, the jobs he can do will expand a lot. Finish high school by yourself, maybe even go to college.

Wang Hao and him are not a close father-son relationship, and even some of the tenants in the same room have a better relationship than them. Not to mention that Wang Hao has not fulfilled his duty of support, let alone that he himself, as a minor, did not There is no Yiwu to support parents...

But everything is just if, if he doesn't support Wang Hao, is it really necessary to throw him in the hospital to fend for himself?

Cheng Xia sighed, washed up casually, and went to bed.

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The next day, Cheng Xia squatted on the table bitterly to make up for his summer homework.

Because when he habitually tore up the calendar this morning, he realized that this is already No. 30, and he will report it tomorrow afternoon, and his homework has not, been, moved, passed, since the day of military training.

Fortunately, I just collected my part-time weekly salary yesterday, and I don't have a job today.

I was immersed in the ocean of learning all morning, and at noon, Cheng Xia cooked casually and gnawed on the freshly opened mustard.

He remembered what the doctor said a few days ago to pay special attention to the inflammation of the patient's wound, so he decided to pack up his things and go to the hospital to catch up with homework in the afternoon, and the hospital is very close to the school, so it will be more convenient to report tomorrow.

So he finished his meal and took the car to the hospital while the sun was not as bad as two o'clock in the afternoon.

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In the afternoon, the dark blue curtains in the hospital ward were drawn, blocking the scorching sunlight outside the window, making the whole room smudged with a dark tone. The air looked a bit cold under the control of the air conditioner. The family members of the nurses also went to rest, and the rustling sound of the pen tip touching the paper was very clear.

I don't know if he was frightened by Cheng Xia's words of "leaving him in the hospital" yesterday. Wang Hao has calmed down since Cheng Xia's outburst last night. Usually at home too lazy to speak up.

Cheng Xia turned over a page of homework paper and shook his hands. He had been holding the pen all morning, his finger joints and shoulder blades were so sore, and he was holding the draft paper to calculate formulas all morning, which also made his mind dizzy. .After calculating the remaining homework, he decided to change his thinking, memorize the vocabulary for a while, and then finish the remaining composition.

After walking out the door, Cheng Xia bumped into the doctor.

The doctor came to tell him about Wang Hao.Wang Hao has had his stitches removed for some time. According to his situation, it is best to consider fitting the prosthesis within two months.

The doctor was very busy, so he left after talking to him, but Cheng Xia didn't have the heart to endorse. He borrowed the computer from the doctor's office to check the prosthetic assembly, and then went back to the ward and talked with Wang Hao for a long time. Finally, I remembered that the homework was already sunset.

Cheng Xia looked at several homework books that were still spread out on the table: "..."

What should I do? I suspect that I can't finish writing when I report!

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At three o'clock in the afternoon the next day, Cheng Xia showed up at the No. [-] Middle School on time, and looked at the map board to find the location of the second class.Since no seats were arranged, everyone sat casually, and Cheng Xia also found a corner to catch up on homework.

Yes, he really didn't finish his homework, and there were still several pages of math problems left at noon, so he had to think of an opportunistic way to do the big ones first, and then save the multiple-choice questions for school. If time is too late, just fill in a few ABCDs or 1234, and let the teacher pass by first.

The head teacher of their class is Li Ya, who led their military training. The first thing she did when she came to the class was to let everyone line up and assign positions according to their height, and it was different from the primary school style where one man and one woman matched a table. The same sex at the same table.

Next to Cheng Xia was Yang Fan, and in front was Qiu Xuyi, who were lucky to be assigned acquaintances.

He looked at Yang Fan, who was also frantically doing homework, and even took the time to throw a understanding look at himself, and found that it was not good at all. As a student in the third row, the pressure to do homework was too great...

Fortunately, he didn't have much left, and finally finished all the new books before the teacher checked them out.

What the teacher checks is whether the students have finished writing, and they don't accept it. Instead, they send out the answers after checking, and let the students check the answers by themselves within a week, and then hand them in after checking.

So before class, the students had an assignment.

On the second day, the campus with the scent of books was shrouded in warm sunshine. The teacher said, "Please turn to the first page...", the crisp sound of the paper pages turning over accompanied by the cool morning wind opened the new semester chapters.

The children who have just entered junior high school still have a little excitement on the faces of the beginning of the new semester. They are all full of energy and vitality, as if they are sunflowers facing the light and without wind and rain, blooming a whole piece of bright and beautiful flowers straight and crisp. ocean.

The author has something to say: Cheng Xia (flashing teeth and claws): Treat me better!Otherwise, believe it or not, I won't support you anymore!

Wang Hao (disdain): Can you afford to support me, a brat?Look at me, I'm going to find someone to send money to my door...

Cheng Xia:?

In the next chapter, Wang Hao’s children’s shoes will be able to figure out a way for people to send money to your door. This is the way... It’s hard to say ╮(╯▽╰)╭