Dead after eight years [rebirth]

In the blink of an eye, it was the end of the month, July No. 30, after Cheng Shuibei sent away Cheng Nan who came to buy tea eggs again, he and old man Zhang got together to calculate this month's profit.

Old man Zhang took out a small book for accounting from his pocket, put on reading glasses and squinted his eyes to read line by line, while Cheng Shuibei held a broken computer and pressed "reset", "memory plus" and "memory minus" .

It was not until it was dark that the father and two's confused accounts were settled.

"Ahem, this month..."

Old man Zhang got up serious, imitating what he did on TV to straighten his non-existent tie, which actually lifted Cheng Shuibei's heart.

Is the income more or less enough for Cheng Nan's tuition?

Cheng Shuibei's heart rose to his throat.

Old man Zhang finally gave up, and continued with a smile: "This month's income is 4500 yuan. After deducting the cost, the profit is 3500 yuan. Last month's profit was... I looked for it, and I found it! Last month's profit was 2300 yuan."

Subtract 3500 from 2300 and multiply by half... Cheng Shuibei was calculating quickly in his mind.

Six hundred!

He earned 600 yuan.

In the age of paper media, the charm of newspapers, magazines and books is infinite. Even Mr. Zhang, a small corner newsstand, can earn thousands of dollars by selling books, newspapers and tea eggs.

Cheng Shuibei remembered that the annual rent for the small courtyard at home was 7200.

Cheng Shuibei still remembers that he and his brother's household registration are not in Jiangshuo, and before 08, they had to pay tuition fees to go to school in other places.

And this year, Cheng Nan's tuition fee for one semester is 480 yuan.

Cheng Shuibei earned six hundred, which was his brother's tuition money for a semester.

Cheng Shuibei, who used to eat hundreds of thousands of dollars easily, took the 600 yuan from old man Zhang very preciously at this moment, and almost burst into tears on the spot.

"Okay, 600 yuan, I hope you enjoy it. By the way, you can calculate the money you spent cooking instant noodles. I haven't remembered that money, it's all yours!"

Cheng Shuibei later realized that he still had a considerable amount of wealth, so he hurried to find the lollipop jar that he kept the change in, and began to check the money as soon as he poured it out.

"Fifty cents, one yuan, one yuan and five..."

Cooking a pack of instant noodles earns 81 cents. In the past half month, Cheng Shuibei cooked 40 packs of instant noodles and earned [-] yuan and [-] cents.

Cheng Nan's textbook fee is exactly 40 yuan a semester.

Holding the money, Cheng Shuibei was so excited that he didn't know what to say, but even foolishly bowed to old man Zhang.

"Okay, okay, six or seven hundred yuan is not a small number in your hand, how about I go and open a card for you, and you save it?"

Old man Zhang's proposal is not unreasonable. Six hundred is not the one yuan and fifty cents that Cheng Shuibei usually saves. Six hundred is a big sum this year.

Cheng Shuibei shook his head: "No, sir, I have some use for the money. I'll go out for a while, and I'll be right back!"

Cheng Shuibei flew towards home.

He made up his mind, and handed the money to Cheng Nan, or quietly put it outside the window of his home. Cheng Wenqiu couldn't find the source of the money, and would only think it was a windfall, and Cheng Nan's tuition would be settled.

Cheng Shuibei ran faster and faster, facing the setting sun, running like a hero.

But he knew he was not a hero, just a child who couldn't go home.

It was time for dinner, and Cheng Shuibei ran all the way, smelling the aroma of rice all the way.

While standing at the door of the house and wondering how to send the money in calmly, Cheng Shuibei noticed something was wrong in the yard.

Everyone else's house was eating, but the yard of his house was as quiet as if there was no one there.

Could it be that someone went out?

No, the door is still open.Cheng Wenqiu has always been cautious, it is impossible for someone to leave without locking the door.

The more Cheng Shuibei thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong, so he boldly walked in directly.

There was no one in the yard.

Maybe God gave him convenience.

Cheng Shuibei wanted to put the money on the window sill, press it with a brick and leave, but through the window, he could only hear the sound of the old TV buzzing inside, without human voices.

Cheng Shuibei called Cheng Nan tentatively, but no one answered.

And the briquette stove that was originally placed in the corridor has disappeared at this moment.

Cheng Shuibei's intuition was wrong, he kicked open the door, and saw the briquette stove beside the bed, and the appearance of the father and son at the moment - Cheng Wenqiu lying on the bed, Cheng Nan passed out by the table.

gas poisoning!

Cheng Shuibei's mind suddenly flashed the contents of Professor Zhang's lecture ppts that Lai had read when he was with Zhang Cian.

...The vast majority of people who died in the fire died from suffocation and carbon monoxide poisoning...The gas poisoning in life is mostly caused by carbon monoxide...The symptoms of carbon monoxide poisoning are...the lips are white, and the skin is cherry red...

Cheng Nan collapsed beside the bed, and the father and son looked exactly the same.

Cheng Shuibei didn't have time to think about it, he first picked up Cheng Nan and carried him to a ventilated place in the yard, and then picked up Cheng Wenqiu who was lying on the bed, and carried him out the door with great effort.

He held his nose and went back to open the door and window, then dialed 120 on the landline: "Hello, is it 120, someone here has gas poisoning, it's urgent, what should I do..."

Cheng Shuibei returned to the yard in a hurry after making the phone call, recalling what he had just heard on the phone and the first aid measures he saw when he passed by Zhang Cian.

...the poisoned person lies flat in a ventilated place...the unconscious patient should turn his head to one side to prevent suffocation...

Cheng Shuibei had no choice but to find a solution in a hurry. He called out to the neighbors, and a group of people hurriedly invited the doctors from the nearby clinic. Finally, after the sound of the ambulance sounded far away, Cheng Wenqiu and Cheng Nan woke up coughing one after another. .

Cheng Shuibei's anxious tears finally fell uncontrollably when he saw his father and brother awake.

Cheng Wenqiu looked up weakly at his healthy son, and then tightly held Cheng Shuibei's hand, refusing to let go.

Cheng Shuibei was speechless.

Just a little bit, just a little bit...

Cheng Wenqiu's body was weak, and he was about to pass out just a moment after he woke up. Before the ambulance arrived, Cheng Shuibei was so anxious to pick him up on his back that he went out to meet him.

The neighbor hugged Cheng Nan and followed closely, and Cheng Shuibei felt the weight of his father on his back.He was so thin that a gust of wind would blow him away.

Cheng Shuibei would not allow such a gust of wind.

He ran towards the direction where the ambulance was coming, and whispered to his unconscious father on his shoulder: "Dad, hold on, the ambulance will be here soon. I'm here!"

The setting sun shines on Xiao Cheng's stubborn running figure, he just wants to go faster, faster.

The ambulance personnel in green clothes picked up Cheng Wenqiu, and Cheng Shuibei threw himself into the mud, chanting "finally" incessantly.

Finally, once, when father and brother had an accident, he was by his side.

The author has something to say:

There is no textual research on the income of the newsstand, and it may not be reasonable, Haihan.There are also some first aid knowledge that comes from asking, and it is still necessary to seek professional help in life.

Tomorrow is the Chinese New Year, okay!