Where is Chunsheng

He Chunsheng didn't go to school for a few days. His father vomited a puddle of blood on the bedside, his stomach was distended like a giant frog, and he couldn't get up to make three meals a day.He Chunsheng can't go to school. If he goes to school, his father may die.

The room is dark and narrow. It is an old rural house with high windows. It is a small one. There is no electric light in the house, and the village does not even have electricity.

The village is more than [-] kilometers away from the city. Originally, He Chunsheng lived in the school, but he couldn't afford the accommodation fee this semester.The homeroom teacher knew about his family's situation and interceded with the school to allow him to stay in the dormitory, but He Chunsheng rarely lived in the dormitory.

He would rather ride his bicycle for an hour or two every day and live in a dormitory, where his roommates would soon find out that he even had holes in his underwear.

Dad was lying on his side on the bed. He could no longer lie on his back. His stomach was getting bigger and bigger every day. If he lay on his back, he would feel uncomfortable.His face was originally yellow and black, but after vomiting blood, only his lips could see the color fade.

It's time for him to go to the hospital for a pump.He Chunsheng thought about the magic needle in the hospital. He saw it once. The doctor stuck the needle in his father's stomach and drew out a lot of yellow water. Slow down, and Dad will be comfortable for a while.

Let's go to the hospital, can we let the doctor pump the water without being hospitalized?

"Abba, let's go to the hospital."

Dad tried his best to open his eyes and looked at He Chunsheng. His eyes lost their luster, as if he had finished writing with a brush and used up the remaining ink.Dad shook his head and didn't speak.It takes strength to speak, and he has no strength.

"Then what do you want to eat? I'll go buy it."

Boss Chen gave him a stack of loose bills three days ago, worth more than ten yuan.That was his reward for beating more than twenty people to death last month.

"Chunsheng." Dad came back to his senses as if thinking of something, "Did you know the skills that your parents taught you?"

"meeting."

Dad didn't have the energy to talk anymore, so he just nodded.Then fell asleep.

He fell asleep longer and longer every day.

Near noon, He Chunsheng, who was sitting blankly in front of his father's bed, was hungry.He hates why people are hungry, he eats when he is hungry, and eating requires money.

He just took all the sweet potatoes grown in the field and sold them on the fair, and exchanged money for his father's medicine.Now the family has nothing to eat except some rice in the rice jar.

He Chunsheng went to the field outside the village to pick some Polygonum indigo.It's June in the Gregorian calendar, the weather is starting to heat up, and the school is about to have final exams.Anyway, he doesn't know anything, and the exam is useless.

Before his father got so sick, he told him to get a junior high school diploma. If he only had a primary school diploma, he would have to do coolies in the future.With a junior high school diploma, at least you can do something like a typist.

As for the work at home, it has been extremely bleak in recent years. For a whole year, I can't sell a single piece of cloth.Since the third and fourth grades of He Chunsheng’s primary school, few people have gone to tailors to make clothes by themselves. The cloth dyed in the factory is more beautiful and trendy than their home. You can use whatever color you like, not just this one piece The old-fashioned white and blue cloth; the factory's machines are better than the tailor's sewing, and the styles are also novel; the most important thing is that you can choose all the clothes you like as long as you go to the street, and you don't have to wait for a few days.In the streets and alleys, except for old women, few people wear indigo-dyed clothes anymore.In the past few years, I have not been able to make any money from the work I depend on.

Money, money.Even money can't save Dad's life, but why is Mom here?They said that my mother's illness could have been resolved with a minor operation, but she insisted on procrastinating until it became incurable, and then she was sent to the hospital to die.

They used to live a good life relying on the handicrafts handed down from their families, and a few acres of thin fields were not valued. In the past few years, they also rented some land from the villagers, and they planted whatever was sold every year.In the big and small years, the bumper harvest was sold at a low price, the vegetables rotted in the field, and the fertilizer could not be recovered.

He remembered that year, his mother cried loudly over the rotten cabbage all over the place, and soon fell ill.

There is not even oil in the house.Two months ago, when Dad was able to move around, he went to the vegetable market and bought the leftover fat meat from other people. They sold half and gave away a lot.When I came back, I fried half a pot of lard and poured it into an enamel cup. It also took that long.

He Chunsheng is young and thin-skinned, so he doesn't borrow from other people's houses when he runs out of oil.There are not many people left in the village, and all those who can run have gone to work in the city. There are only a few old women left.You can't beat them, can you?

He cooked the porridge with firewood, boiled some water, scalded the Polygonum indigo, scooped it up, added some salt and mixed it, and it was a meal.Looking at the boiled water in the pot, even in the dark iron pot, he knew it was blue.His heart seemed to be shackled by a red-hot iron net. Whether it was anger or pain, the boy couldn't tell at all.

When he was a child, he liked to follow the adults and learn how they mowed grass to make indigo. The familiar blue was so lovely. He was amazed to see the white cloth brushed with flowers, dried, put into the indigo pond, and dyed from the first vat to the last vat. , dried, blue background, white flowers.

He thought it was the most beautiful flower in the world.But now, it is also the most worthless flower.

He brought the porridge and indigo into the house, but it was too dark, and he left the door open.Dad felt the light and moved on the bed.

"Father, it's time to eat."

Dad hummed.He Chunsheng helped him up, leaned against the head of the bed, and fed him porridge.After a few mouthfuls, he shook his head and was about to lie down.

He Chunsheng was afraid. His father vomited blood half a year ago. When he was admitted to the hospital, the doctor refused to let him eat and only gave him injections.But now without being in the hospital, without injections and without eating, how long can a person live?

Polygonum indigo leaves are not for Dad, he can't eat thick things.He Chunsheng sat on the head of the bed, chewing the oil-free Polygonum indigo into his mouth, it only tasted bitter besides salty.