Stubborn illness

Growing up, the boy learned two important things from his mother's precepts and deeds. First, if you treat others well, others will treat you well.Second, hard work will definitely pay off, just like the relationship between sweat and harvest.

The combination of hard work and opportunity often brings about a gratifying turnaround.Before the final exam of the first semester of the first year of junior high school, the boy’s school held a grade test. After passing the exam, the boy was successfully transferred from Class [-] to Class [-], the so-called top class, and the accommodation was also provided from the tile-roofed house under the tree. Moved into the building on the first floor.

Same grade, different classes, what's the difference?It is indeed very different, there are no chickens flying around, no punks, and malicious incidents such as smashing tables and benches in the classroom, and throwing other people's books and stationery will not happen.

In the dormitory, it is quieter during the day and more peaceful at night. No one puts sand and limestone blocks under other people’s bed mats for pranks, no classmates blackmail each other, and some are just kerosene lamps that are quietly lit on the wooden end of the wooden bed after the lights are turned off at night. That is someone who is "bombing". There are many such people, and such behavior is very common, especially before the exam.

In the classroom, there is a lot of reading during the morning reading time. During the class time, the students can be silent. When asking questions or interacting, the atmosphere is very active.The same three-foot podium, the same twenty-odd desks, and the same four or fifty people, the teachers there are more like teachers, and the students there are more like students.

In retrospect, the math teacher was serious, rigid, and meticulous. There was no laughter or anger on his face, but there was always a slight sullen look mixed with sadness and joy.The Chinese teacher is thin, in his fifties, with a sparse head and a few strands of long hair on his forehead. Whenever he gets excited in the lecture, he will raise his hand and scratch his head, and shake his head to the right. His appearance and behavior are like 15 years old. .

The English teacher, wearing a pair of gold-plated glasses with high myopia, came slowly, put down the lesson plans, lifted the frame of the glasses, pinched his mouth, and smiled half-heartedly: "Hey, today is class X, please turn to page X A well-proportioned figure, a series of iconic behaviors, fluent English, and a bit of a ruffian and a gentleman's temperament, goodbye for many years, still like that, not getting old.

The history teacher is not tall, but he is very plump, with a full sky, black hair, fair face, high nose bridge, big eyes, people say that a man has a big mouth, he has a wide and beautiful mouth, and he croaks from this mouth The historical events and historical figures that come out seem to be alive in front of your eyes.

The biology teacher and the chemistry teacher didn't have a deep impression, but the politics teacher, that old man, was really eloquent. He could tell the boring politics class like a joke about a group of women laughing and cursing in the fields. When it comes time to conceive, he gestures, props up his big belly, sways his body, presses his back, caresses his navel, moves it to a corner of the blackboard, slowly carries it down, makes a full gesture, and makes a sound: "Quack, I'm born. "

A seven-foot old man who is as thick and upright as a stone pillar, poses such a seemingly old and unscrupulous posture, lifelike, with a humorous evil smile on his face, how can he not be impressed by the large group of boys and girls who are extremely curious and curious? Putting it down, the classroom was full of laughter, and everyone was staggering.Lao Feng sitting next to him threw his head on the shoulder of Lao Du at the same table. Lao Du turned his head and slapped Lao Feng's left cheek with his fleshy right hand: "Go to hell." Then they leaned together again. , making a crisp sound like a copper bell, it is young, wanton, unrestrained, full of vitality, and upward growth.

All of this, the boy sees it in his eyes and is happy in his heart. The environment makes people and blends in. Such a group is really exciting and makes people want to blend in as soon as possible.

However, in the past six months after being transferred, every time the mock exam, the boy's grades were always in the low thirties, sometimes even in the low forties. Why did he lose his name when he came here?Could it be that those people grew up drinking the Sun God?Extraordinarily good brains?

No way, work hard and work harder.

The boy also brought a kerosene lamp from home. He studied in the classroom during the day and studied in the dormitory at night. After the lights were turned off, the kerosene lamp came in handy. With such persistence, his grades in various subjects were constantly improving, and his overall grades were also constantly improving. rise.

After the second year of junior high school, in the class, every single subject or overall test, he can be ranked in the middle, within [-], or beyond [-]. The boy took a deep breath. Very contented.It is indeed not easy and hard to achieve such a result, but it is always the most satisfying to be rewarded after hard work.

I integrated in, and the relationship between classmates became increasingly harmonious. Most of them got along with each other at the same table, at the next table, male classmates, and female classmates. They talked and laughed every day, happily.In case of transplanting rice seedlings and harvesting rice, some classmates from the town asked for help, hula la, a lot of people went to a small rice field, a group of people intercepted it, and it took half a day to get it done.

When eating, hula la, that group of people surrounded the table full of dishes. I don’t remember the other dishes. I just remember that the wide-mouthed basin in the center of the wooden table was full of deep-fried eggs and amaranth boiling soup. Oh, that's called eating delicious!I can’t make this flavor at home, and I can’t find that flavor outside. Later, even if I have a class reunion, it’s hard to find the original flavor. The reason is that nowadays, eggs are not home eggs, amaranth is not farm food, and the most important thing is that the pile of dried The half-grown guy who is like a live calf and eats stuffed ducks is no longer what he was then.

In those few years, the boy went from the first to the third year of junior high school, and in the last few months when he was about to graduate, the ranking of his academic performance did not change much, and nothing else seemed to change. It was only internal, and there was something like emotion that was subtly changing. Shaken, even collapsed, the boy appeared listless, lost his appetite, and looked sick all day long.

My mother watched him come back like this every week. He became thinner and sallower. She tried many ways, asked some local doctors, and took some local prescriptions, but the effect was not good.

The uncle found out, and said to his mother earnestly: "Hurry up and take him to the hospital to see a doctor. Don't delay. He will graduate from the third year of junior high school. Only by taking good care of his health can he take the exam well. Don't miss a good seedling." The tone of the words made the mother's two tears hang on her eyes.

Grandpa was even more anxious, but there was nothing he could do. Only when he returned to school every Sunday afternoon, he stood in front of the door, just like his mother, and repeatedly explained: "Go to school and eat well. If you feel uncomfortable, you have to go to the doctor by yourself. , You should save what you need, and don’t save what you can’t save, do you know?”

"I know." The boy kicked his left foot and lifted his right foot. The short man got on the tall truck and jingled!Jingle Bell!gradually go away.

After the lights were turned off at school that night, he read a book by the kerosene lamp, and fell asleep while watching. The kerosene lamp ignited and went out naturally. When he woke up the next day, he really scared the boy. He thought: Fortunately, there is not much kerosene in the lamp. Fortunately, I didn't knock over the lamp when I fell asleep and turned around, otherwise, the quilt would catch fire and something would happen.

The next afternoon, he went to the infirmary by himself. In the simple school infirmary, a 40-year-old male doctor, as tall and thin as an ostrich, with a unique mustache and a white coat, was cooking medical utensils inside.The boy went in, glanced around, and subconsciously closed the door: "Doctor, hello."

"Hey, hello, what's wrong?" The doctor turned around and looked up.

"My head is a little dizzy, chaotic, lack of energy, I always want to sleep, I can't eat, and..., and... the urine I pull out is orange-yellow, with a little brown, and it's soft all day long, yes It's not..., isn't it...?" The boy mustered up his courage, finished speaking intermittently, then glanced around and outside the door.

"Oh. How long has it been?" The doctor put down his work and stood up straight.

"It's been a while, maybe a month or two. It's been like this, doctor? Could it be that you have a sexually transmitted disease?" Scary advertising paper.

"Which class are you in?" The doctor became serious, and when he learned that the boy was in Class Three and Two, his expression softened again: "Come on, take off your pants, let me have a look." With a flick of the index finger on the stem, it grew up shamelessly and jumped up happily.The doctor asked, "Have you ever had unclean sex?"

"What is unclean sex?"

"Just have you ever had sex?"

"No."

"Really do not have?"

"Really, but..." the boy faltered, his face flushed.

"But what? You say it's okay, there is no one else here."

"Is it true that if you have unclean thoughts in your mind, you will also get unclean diseases?"

"Haha, what dirty thoughts are in your mind?" The doctor suddenly laughed.

"No." The boy said decisively.However, his thoughts suddenly wandered. He thought of the hugs with his friends in the quilt when he was a child; he thought of taking off his pants with his duck companion on the field ridge and taking them out to see if there was any long hair; It was the night of the first typhoon. "Oh, I..., I've jerked off, under the covers."

"It should be all right, don't worry, it's all right, but take less beating and focus more on your studies." The doctor smiled again, then lowered his head, checked carefully, felt the boy's pulse, and prescribed medicine .Before leaving, he patted the boy on the shoulder: "It's okay, it's okay, don't worry too much, it's not as bad as you imagined, in fact, it's just caused by your own mental stress, don't be burdened by thoughts, people are depressed for a long time, yes Being in poor health is the same as being sick. You should pay attention to rest more, drink more water, and recuperate, and you will be fine. Don't pay too much attention to it and make yourself anxious."