touching China: the story of Hong Zhanhui

[size=2][color=Red] touching China: the story of Hong Zhanhui [/color][/size]

There is always something in life that touches us again.

Core Tip: In the campus of huaihua university, Hunan, every morning, a 23-year-old boy will take a little girl over 11 years old to Shimen Primary School by bike, and then take her back to their residence-the stairwell under the boys' dormitory at night. This boy is Hong Zhanhui who was admitted to the Department of Economic Management of huaihua university from Xihua County in 2113. The little girl and Hong Zhanhui are not related by blood, but the abandoned baby was picked up by her father who was suffering from intermittent mental illness. Because his mother ran away from home, this picked-up sister was brought up by him. When he was in high school in Hong Zhanhui, he always took his sister with him, took care of his younger sister while studying, and made a living by doing small business and odd jobs. Now he has taken care of her for 2112.

Hong Zhanhui, who has never worn cotton-padded clothes, put on wool trousers and watched a little girl do her homework. In fact, Hong Zhanhui didn't want to wear cotton-padded clothes so early, because it would cost a lot. < P > At noon on February 4th, the cold wind blew for several days, and an irresistible chill penetrated every pore of people like an awl.

In the stairwell of a dormitory building in huaihua university, Hunan Province, Hong Zhanhui, who had never worn a cotton coat, put on wool pants and watched a little girl do her homework. This is an ordinary Sunday, the coldest day since winter. Hong Zhanhui actually didn't want to wear cotton-padded clothes so early, because it would be a big expense. The little girl is Hong Zhanhui's sister, who was picked up 2112 years ago. The years of 2112 are not short. The little girl has grown from a starving baby to a sensible pupil. The years of 2112 are not too long. Hong Zhanhui took care of this unrelated sister with a pure feeling of brother and sister.

Hongzhuang Village, dongxia town, Xihua County, Zhoukou City, Henan Province, is an ordinary small village on the eastern plain of Henan Province. A dirt road leads to a town 3 kilometers away, which is a remote place in Xihua County. The town is 31 kilometers away from the county seat, and is connected by a winding and bumpy country road.

Hong Zhanhui was born here in 1982. Before he was 12 years old, he had an innocent childhood like many rural boys. His father, mother, younger brother, younger sister and his family lived a hard but happy life. But one day, his life changed.

At noon at the end of August, 1994, my father, who had always been kind, came back from his aunt's house in Hong Zhanhui to help with his work. Suddenly he got angry for no reason. He glared, and no one could stop him from smashing everything in the house. Xiao Zhanhui and his younger brother had never seen their father like this. They stood outside the door in fear. The illiterate mother couldn't stop his father's move, and the monk's inexperienced sister squatted by the door and cried.

The most terrible scene appeared. My father suddenly grabbed my sister, and my mother cried and grabbed her daughter. She was kicked to the ground by her father, and then she held her sister high above her head and fell violently.

My sister died, and my father went crazy ... When I was a child in 2112, the sky in Hong Zhanhui collapsed on this ordinary day. Hong Zhanhui was crying over her broken mother. My brother was so stupid that he even forgot to cry.

The relatives and friends around came, and they helped send Zhan Hui's father and mother to the hospital. Taking care of the hospitalized father, mother and younger brother, 12-year-old Hong Zhanhui began to shoulder the responsibility of being a housemaster on her tender shoulders. In three months, the hospital, school and home in Hong Zhanhui, regardless of day and night, rain or shine, made Hong Zhanhui grow up, and the hard work will eventually pay off: her mother left the hospital, and her father's intermittent mental illness was controlled, but her family was also heavily in debt, but after all,

This year's December 23rd of the lunar calendar is a traditional off-year day in China. Hong Zhanhui didn't see his father when he got up in the morning, and an ominous premonition suddenly hung over his head. He told his mother at once. The Chinese New Year is coming. Is my father ill again? Did father go out to make trouble again? The mother was anxious, and the mother and son searched all over the village, but they never saw the shadow of their father. Near noon, under a tree about 11 miles away from the village, Hong Zhanhui found his father. At this time, his father was holding a package in his arms, which was a baby. Father untied the parcel and took care of it carefully. There is a fatherly love in my eyes, a long-lost love with kind light.

whose child is this? How did it get into my father's hands? The mother stepped forward carefully and took the child from her husband. This is a baby girl, whose cotton-padded coat sewn with thick thread is covered with patches. Perhaps because of hunger and cold, the child's mouth made a faint sound. There is a note on the child's close-fitting clothes, which reads: Unknown girl, born on August 18, 1994 in the lunar calendar. If any kind person picks it up, please accept it as an adopted daughter.

When it was getting dark, the family took the child home. Looking at the crying child, the mother thought about waiting until dawn to see who would like to take it in and give it to.

This family is too poor. In fact, my mother is very willing to take this girl in, but she doesn't even have the money to buy milk powder. This kind mother doesn't want to see another fate similar to her own daughter. My daughter once brought a lot of laughter to this family. It seems that the subsequent pain is like a scar, and no one wants to mention it again.

The same is true of mother. The girl in front of her hooked up the most painful pain in her heart, and she didn't seem to have the courage to hold the girl. The task of babysitting fell to Hong Zhanhui. As soon as he hugged the little girl, the little girl went straight into his arms, and he thought of his sister.

A poor family can't afford to feed a little girl. In the middle of the night, the mother asked him to send the child back. He reluctantly opened the door and walked with the child in the biting cold wind. A kind of pity was accompanied by a kind of pain. This is his dream sister. He couldn't bear to cry and turned back. He said to his mother, "Anyway, I won't send this little sister away ... If you don't raise her, I'll raise her!" " The child stayed, and Hong Zhanhui named her Hongqian, nicknamed "Little One".

The arrival of Little One brought long-lost joy to this family. His father's guilt about his dead daughter made him pour all his fatherly love into the little one, and his father's condition was stable for some time.

After all, father is a patient, so it is impossible for him to take medicine for a long time for economic reasons. Once there is no medicine to maintain him, he will inevitably be manic. In addition to not hitting the "little one", everything in the family has become the object of his venting, including dishes and chopsticks, including his wife who is indifferent to Confucianism and his son who has served him for a long time. He throws whatever he sees. Poor mother is weak, and she often suffers from old injuries and adds new ones.

It's unfair that the burden of a family is all on an illiterate mother. What's more unfair is that she is often beaten by her father for no reason.

on August 21th, 1995, after lunch, my mother kept busy steaming steamed buns, and she didn't stop until the steamed buns were enough for the whole family to eat for a week.

The next day, my mother disappeared. The family burden and my father's fist overwhelmed my mother, so she chose to escape.

"Mom, where have you been? Come back ... "The two brothers cried for a long time in the twilight. They don't want to lose their mother, a pillar of the family. Hong Zhanhui cried and looked for her mother in the surrounding villages with her younger brother. It was already late at night, and she didn't come home that day.

Before they entered the house looking for their mother, they heard the cry of "Little One" and looked at their starving sister, and the two brothers shed tears. My mother is gone, my father is a patient, and my sister, who is just 1 years old, Hong Zhanhui's heart seems to be twitching: "Mom, how can you leave us alone!" Life is so heartless, Hong Zhanhui's crying disappears in the night like paint and ink, and his mother disappears.

children from poor families have been in charge for a long time, but who would have thought that a child as young as 13 would have to bear such pressure. It seems that overnight, Hong Zhanhui grew up and became a man of few words. Raising his younger sister who can't walk, serving his unstable father and taking care of his younger brother, he learned to be patient and take responsibility at the age of 13.

When he went to school, he left the little one to his aunt to look after him, and when he got home after school, he was busy preparing meals for the whole family. What's more difficult is the little one's eating problem. Every morning, the little one's incessant crying always makes Hong Zhanhui feel at a loss, so she has to hold her child in her arms and beg the nearby mothers. Begging for food every day is not the way. Later, Hong Zhanhui tried every means to raise money to buy some milk powder. Under the guidance of some experienced people, he learned to make milk powder for the little one. In order to keep the temperature of the milk moderate, when feeding, he considered that it was unsanitary for him to suck with his mouth, so he poured the adjusted milk on his arm first, and he didn't feed her until it felt neither cold nor hot.

The little one who is full is obedient. As long as Hong Zhanhui comes back to nurse twice before school and at noon, she won't cry. What's hard is that at night, perhaps because of being frightened, every night, "Little One" will cry. At this time, Hong Zhanhui could do nothing. He didn't know how to coax her. He just picked her up, slapped her, and walked around the house ...

Summer was better. In winter, one-inch cotton trousers got wet and there was no extra cotton-padded clothes to replace. Every night, Hong Zhanhui put the wet cotton trousers in his bed to dry, and at dawn, he changed them for one-inch again.

In 1995, Hong Zhanhui went to Tingxiang Middle School in Eastern Xia, Xihua County to attend junior high school. The school was two or three kilometers away from home. During his stay at school, where to put the little one became a problem in his mind. If he left it at home, would his sick father hurt the little one? So, Hong Zhanhui found another neighbor and asked him to help him take care of Tiny while he was at school. During his three years in junior high school, Hong Zhanhui walked between school and home in the morning, noon, afternoon and evening to take care of the little one in time.

Although life was hard, it was also dull, and it lasted until the Spring Festival in 1996. Soon after that year, the little one often had diarrhea, several times a day. Looking at his sister who was getting thinner, Hong Zhanhui had to ask for leave from the teacher to take her sister to the hospital. The diagnosis came out, and the little one got severe enteritis. Since then, in more than 21 consecutive days, health centers have become the third point besides schools and families.

For several years, there has been no news from my mother, and my father's illness has been repeated. In order to prevent accidents, every night, he puts the little one in his inner bed, and whenever there is any movement at night, he first touches the little one inside.

A few years' life has made Hong Zhanhui mature, which means a hard experience. Hong Zhanhui's young life ring contains a special meaning: the unfairness of life makes Hong Zhanhui's young backbone strong and persistent.

Er is the flesh of mother's heart. It has been a year since the separation of flesh and blood. Mother handfuls Hong Zhanhui in her arms and burst into tears. All grievances finally broke out.

1997 was the happiest year for Hong Zhanhui in recent years. She was three years old. She learned to walk, speak and be sensible from a baby girl. This year, Hong Zhanhui successfully completed his junior high school studies and became one of the three students admitted to Xihua No.1 Middle School, a key high school in Henan Province, in dongxia town Middle School.

On the day of receiving the admission notice, Hong Zhanhui showed a long-lost happiness. Happiness is accompanied by a strange feeling, is it bitterness? Is it pain? Neither, both.

It's time to go to high school, and the reality of poverty has become a threshold. Where does the tuition money come from? How to bring the little one? Hong Zhanhui thought of flinching for the first time.

Xihua No.1 Middle School is more than 31 kilometers away from home, and it is impossible to go home every day like junior high school, and it is impossible to take Little One to senior high school. What should I do? Reasoning, Hong Zhanhui thought of his mother. He wants to get his mother back, so that she can bear some of her own difficulties. In case she can't get her back, she can only send the little one back to her biological parents. The little one has been quietly told by good people.

This summer before entering high school, Hong Zhanhui began his mother-seeking journey. More than 11 days later, a kind neighbor told him that she had seen his mother at a "meeting" in Shiyang. This message delighted Hong Zhanhui, who rode there early in the morning. After more than three hours, he finally arrived at Shiyang, and when he asked a family on the roadside, he ran into his mother who missed him day and night. Son is the flesh of mother's heart. It has been a year since the separation of flesh and blood. Mother handfuls of Hong Zhanhui in her arms and burst into tears. All the grievances finally broke out. How much does Hong Zhanhui have to tell his mother? Perhaps only crying can vent his emotions, only crying can heal the scarred heart, and only crying in his mother's arms can relieve his thoughts and expectations of her.

NianLia cried bitterly on the roadside, and the miss of a year turned into tears and soaked NianLia's skirt. Hong Zhanhui held Niang's emaciated cheek with both hands and begged her mother to go back. Mother showed her scars caused by her father's beating, and cried and shook her head hard ...

My father did great harm to her mother. Hong Zhanhui knew that this kind of inner injury was more painful than the scars on her body. Seeing her mother's appearance, Hong Zhanhui's heart melted. He missed her, and she did. He hoped her life would be fine, but how much happiness could she bring when she went back?

One-inch looked at the strange woman in front of her, showing a look of fear. She turned her head to one side and looked for her brother, the closest person to her. Suddenly, she hobbled towards Hong Zhanhui, threw herself into his arms and cried, "I want to go home, I want to go home ..."

Years of hard work are aimed at getting ahead one day, and high school is bound to be attended. My mother doesn't want to come back, so she has to send Little One home. After asking around, a neighbor told him that Tiny's mother might be in Zhaojia Village, Xihuaying Township.

The next day, Hong Zhanhui gave Little One a bath, changed into a clean suit and took her to Zhaojia Village, Xihuaying Town-here. The 3-year-old one-inch happily sat on the cross frame in front of the bicycle, smiling happily all the way. Hong Zhanhui remembered his sister's smiling face in infancy, and he remembered the joy and pain brought by the little one in recent years. A complex that is hard to give up is always stuck in his heart, which cannot be erased and avoided.

When she arrived at that house, the hostess hugged "Tiny" lovingly and cried, but she said that "Tiny" was not her daughter. When leaving, Hong Zhanhui decided to put down the little one and leave. One-inch looked at the strange woman in front of her with a look of fear. She turned her head to one side and looked for her brother, the closest person to her. Suddenly, she staggered towards Hong Zhanhui, threw herself in his arms and cried, "I want to go home, I want to go home." ....