I met you back in 2000

As the saying goes, it takes a hundred days to hurt the muscles and bones, and it was only after the plaster cast was removed a few days ago that I could barely write with my hands for a while.Tomorrow is the final exam, and now I am really mixed.

The broken hand was not an accident. I had figured it out in the past two months, and this disaster was definitely blocked for my father.

When my father broke his hand in the coal factory, I clearly remember that it was his birthday. At night, my mother cooked a bowl of longevity noodles and I waited until midnight, but the news came that my father fell off the train.

In the early years, my house did not have a telephone, and most of the numbers left outside were Su Ze’s number, so that night, Su’s father rushed to notify me, and my mother was at a loss when she heard it, while I hid in the corner and lost my mind. Only Su Ze who was following behind was left in his eyes, and he hugged me as soon as he came up.

Later, the old man's hand seemed to have left some aftereffects. The Wang family's secret pork ribs became more and more tasteless, and I seemed to have forgotten the fact that he broke his hand, and always complained that the dishes made by the old man were unpalatable.It wasn't until one day that I couldn't eat it anymore that I realized that I was an out-and-out unfilial son.

So after being an unfilial son for so many years, I finally seized the opportunity to be filial for a while, at least for the secret ancestral ribs.

About two months ago, the days were almost right.I thought that if Dad missed this day, he might miss this catastrophe, so I punctured Dad's car tire the night before, but because I got up a little late, Dad borrowed Su's father's car Went to the coal factory.

On this point, I was indeed not careful enough, but I really can't think of any way to convince my father, unless I can report a set of numbers for tomorrow's Shuangse Ball lottery right now.

So I didn't even bother to eat breakfast, I skipped class and went to the place where my father worked.There was no direct bus, so I took the minibus in the town, and it took several hours to get there.

When I said that the visibility of the coal plant was basically zero, it was not an exaggeration at all. The sky was full of black cinders, even in the scorching sun, it was still gloomy.

I found the radio station of the guard and asked the old man to broadcast the missing persons notice several times, but to no avail.This was probably the closest I've been to the scene of an accident, and I didn't even know where to find Dad, much less how I could have prevented it.That kind of powerlessness and insignificance in the face of a powerful history suddenly made my eyes sore, perhaps because the dust blown up on the construction site was too big.

There are trains and containers everywhere, coal dust and flying dust all over the sky, and I have to find someone so dark that even my own son can't recognize him under such a bad situation.

I admit that I was too reckless in this matter, but at the time I really had nowhere to go.

If someone must fall off the train that day, it must not be Dad.With this kind of thinking, my body seems to be out of control.The moment I climbed onto the locomotive, I was thinking about Su Ze. Tomorrow is the Math Olympiad competition, but I haven't touched anything yet!

For a long time afterwards, I seemed to be dreaming. In the dream, there was a gentle female voice, Wu Nong's soft words were very nice, and she said that Mr. Su came to see you, so please wake up.

I think the Mr. Su she mentioned should be Su Ze's father, but what about my father?It won't be something wrong.

So I was woken up.

However, Su Ze was sitting in front of the bed. When he saw me waking up, he was stunned for a while before he said calmly, "You missed the game."

My whole body was falling apart, and I was so depressed that I couldn't say a word.

Outside the ward were the voices of father and teacher Zhang's conversation, and the words "little red guy, bastard, little coffin" echoed in the quiet corridor.Listening to my father's speech so full of anger, I closed my eyes and continued to pretend to sleep.

Su Ze sneered, "Why did you go to the coal factory yesterday?"

I answered irrelevantly, "Aren't you competing today?"

"Not bad for that award."

He was too confident, and we were speechless for a while.

When Zhang Bin came to see me, I apologized to him for skipping class this time and contradicting him last time.After all, he is a teacher, even if he is a few years younger than me, it will be more than ten years later.Although Mr. Zhang is usually serious and rigid, he is really tolerant to the students. He even interceded with my father, saying that it is good for people to be fine, and that Su Zeduo can help me with my studies.

Dad also questioned me about the reasons for several accidents. Of course I didn't dare to say that I was going to climb the locomotive, otherwise he might break my other hand.

Until the removal of the plaster a few days ago, all my notes and homework were copied by Su Ze.Usually I read his writing, and he will silently correct the wrong parts for me to read, so that my study has not fallen behind at all.

This day I asked Su Ze to help me write Chinese again, and he threw the homework in front of me, "Tomorrow is the final exam, and you can't even write your name."

I took out a bottle full of origami that I stole from the piggy table before, and flattered him, "Give it to you."

"Take up space."

"Then I'll put it under the bed for you."

Su Ze spoke disgust, but vacated a place in the cabinet, and the bottle of pink love was particularly abrupt among all kinds of golden trophies.

He picked up my homework, "Learning without thinking is useless, what's the next sentence?"

I think it's worth it if I fold my hand.