In order to prepare for further study abroad next year, I specially enrolled in a TOEFL remedial class. Go to class after work every afternoon, and go home after class 10. Late autumn night, the cold wind is raging, and the blue starry sky is far away. I shrank my neck and trotted to the nearest Taohua Middle Road bus stop. The cold air tore like a sharp incision and rubbed my cheek. There are few people waiting for the bus at the bus station, and few people come out to play in such a cold day. Most of them rest in a warm house after work. Colorful lights shine brightly, making the street flow like a colorful river under the blue night sky. The passing vehicles are agile fish, shuttling in the cold water. After a while, the 95 bus swayed a heavy fish and swam around. I jumped in the car and walked to the back of the car.
As usual, there were only three or four people in the car. As usual, I looked at the last row and saw that man still sitting by the window, thin, with two white earphone wires hanging on his chest, staring out of the window with ecstasy and obsession. I went straight to the seat next to him and sat down. I smiled at him and said, "Hi." He also turned his head and saw that it was me, with a warm and pure smile like a spring lake on his face: "Hi, it's you."
Today is the fifth day. I met him on this bus for five nights in a row. Every time he sits quietly in the last row, listening to music by the window. I was surprised when I saw him the first night. His eyes are dark and bright, his eyebrows are thick and neat, his facial lines are soft and warm, and the light outside the window falls on his white face, making him like a delicate and perfect sculpture. I can't restrain my curiosity and desire to talk to him. He is a shy boy. When I first met him, I asked him most of the time. Although I didn't like to say much at first, I gradually got familiar with it. Every word I said was sincere from the heart, and my dark eyes shone with sincere light. Every time he opens his mouth, two rows of neat white teeth are staggered and hidden, just like small and hard shells.
After four days of communication, I learned that his name is Zhou Wei, and he is a sophomore this year. Because he signed up for extracurricular classes during this time, he went home by bus every night 10. Zhou Wei said that school work is getting harder and harder. Mathematics and physics became difficult for him. Every time he does his homework, he feels very hard. He is worried that he will not be admitted to the university. I asked him if he was aware of any problems in his study. He scratched his head in distress, curled his mouth and looked helpless and sad. Zhou Wei said it was probably because he was so stupid. I smiled at him and patted his hand. I said that you are a clever boy. If you continue to work hard, there will be a breakthrough.
I asked Zhou Wei if he had any other hobbies besides studying.
Zhou Wei said that he likes fishing. When he was a child, he often went fishing on the wide river beach with his father by coach. They always start early, get on the first bus of Blue Guang Xiao, and get sleepy all the way, with their eyes closed. The loud audio-visual of the newspaper station divides the dream of the journey into clear nodes, and all the road sections are paved with blue Guang Xiao. When they arrived, they sat on the small stools they carried with them and waited all day. At lunch, they made do with bread and mineral water in their backpacks. At dusk, the red light of the setting sun gently spread over the sparkling river, like a smooth and bright brocade, and then they packed their things and were ready to leave. Zhou Wei said that he and his father couldn't talk all day, so they just sat quietly next to each other, while quietly waiting for the vibration of the fishing rod. The wind is clear and the birds are quiet, and the mountains and rivers are silent. It seems that he is the only one left in the whole world, dad, and this wide and clear river with no end in sight.
I asked Zhou Wei if he would like to go fishing now.
Zhou Wei shook his head. "No, not anymore. My father left home many years ago. "
Zhou Wei said that his father couldn't say a word all day while fishing, but he often screamed at his mother at home. Zhou Wei said that when he was about to enter the fifth grade, there was a lot of noise at home all day. One day, when he came back from school, his parents were having a heated argument in the kitchen. These harsh words made Zhou Wei afraid of sadness. He simply picked up the schoolbag that had been put on the sofa and ran back to school. The soft light of the sunset filled the sky that day. He thought of the Red River and felt like a fish stabbed by a fishhook. He struggled hard and couldn't get rid of his tragic fate. That night, he curled up in the corner of the classroom. Endless darkness approaches from all directions like a demon. He could only close his eyes tightly and shed tears of fear. Suddenly, a call from far and near broke the original silence, and the voice became clearer and clearer. It was an urgent cry with tears and messy footsteps. He suddenly realized that his parents had come to see him.
Zhou Wei said that his father picked him up that night, and he felt that his father's thick arms strongly supported his thin body. With such strength, he will never fall. My mother cried like a crybaby, her voice was hoarse, and her whole face looked distressed and haggard because of tears. That night, my father silently carried him home, and my mother stopped crying and followed my father silently. Moonlight is like water He looked up in my father's arms and saw a silvery white disc in the dark blue sky, just like the silvery white fish my father caught, round and fat.
Zhou Wei said that when he entered the fifth grade, his parents went through the divorce procedure. From then on, he lived alone with his mother, and his father packed his suitcase. Not long after, he set foot on the train heading north and never met again.
I asked Zhou Wei if he would take time to go fishing now.
Zhou Wei turned around and looked out the window at the passing vehicles like fish. He said, "I went there once by myself and came back in less than five hours. It's too difficult. Although my father and I didn't talk at that time, I knew he was by my side, going alone, and there was no one around. "
Zhou Wei said that her mother had great expectations of him. She urged Zhou Wei to study hard and always advised him to be modest and prudent. She is determined to cultivate Zhou Wei healthily and actively. Zhou Wei didn't live up to his mother's expectations. Junior high school has been outstanding for three years, being kind and gentle, and being trusted by teachers and classmates. Zhou Wei scored well in the senior high school entrance examination and successfully entered the first key high school in the city. The natural opponents of key schools, such as clouds, high-pressure policies and heavy schoolwork, make the students overwhelmed and sad, but they are all fighting. Mother was worried when she saw that Zhou Wei's monthly exam results were not satisfactory several times in a row. She also heard that most of the students in the class are attending classes in extracurricular tutoring institutions, and she also quickly enrolled Zhou Wei in a tutoring class. Zhou Wei was not only impressed by her mother's ardent expectations, but also suffered from the difficulty of doing homework and being unable to solve it. She was also depressed and sad.
I comforted Zhou Wei not to worry. Learning this matter still depends on accumulation. I usually study and accumulate in a down-to-earth way, and I will stand out one day. Zhou Wei looked at me with big bright eyes and a grateful smile. The thoughts of anxiety and doubt passed away.
I asked Zhou Wei's mother if it was difficult to earn money to support her family by herself.
Zhou Wei sighed lightly, lowered his eyelids and silently bowed his head. I saw his soft thin black hair sticking to his head, as soft as a bird's fluff. Zhou Wei's mother worked as a cashier in a grocery store, and her income was meager. Both of them have been scrimping and saving, but her mother can't relax her study in Zhou Wei, and she is always on the alert. When she sent Zhou Wei to the remedial class, she didn't save expensive tuition. For the future of Zhou Wei, she only thinks that the money is well spent. My mother put all her bets on Zhou Wei. For her, if Zhou Wei's life is distorted and eroded, her gambling in life will be a complete failure, and she no longer has the reason and capital to continue.
Light and shadow flow outside the window, all kinds of lanterns switch. Zhou Wei's face grew hazy in the flickering halo. I can't see his face clearly. I can only see his tight reddish lips, delicate long eyelashes and smooth nose from his side face.
"Phoenix South Road is here ..." The crisp broadcast interrupted my sight. I stood up and patted Zhou Weiwei: "I'm coming. Let's go first. " Zhou Wei looked up, his eyes were covered with a little colorful halo. His expression is sad, like a blue mist.
I didn't dare to look any more, so I ran out of the car.
On the sixth night, we met on time as agreed. I saw Zhou Wei's sad expression getting heavier and heavier, and Ben's bright eyes dimmed. He told me in a low hoarse voice that his mother didn't sleep last night because of her stomachache. In order to work, Zhou Wei's mother often doesn't eat on time, and sometimes she fills her hunger with biscuits sold in the shop. She has been suffering from severe stomach trouble for many years. In order to save medical expenses, she refused to go to the hospital for treatment, and only took cheap medicine to treat the symptoms rather than the root cause. Zhou Wei came home last night, and his mother was lying in bed groaning in pain. He wanted to send his mother to the hospital, but he found that there was nothing he could do. He can only sit beside his mother with tears in his eyes, watching her toss and turn in pain, watching her bite her pale lips and frown, watching her shed tears of despair because of pain, and watching her repeatedly want to drink water but never get the cup on the counter.
Zhou Wei said that he used to run home as soon as he finished the remedial class. Every night, his mother will prepare a simple snack for Zhou Wei who comes back from school at night, sometimes a bowl of jiaozi, sometimes a bowl of porridge, and sometimes his favorite jiaozi with bean paste. My mother remembers Zhou Wei's hard work and always prepares nutritious meals for him as much as possible to supplement his energy. Zhou Wei said that he worked hard every day and never thought about fighting for his future. He just thinks that his future will be better and his mother's future will be better. He watched his mother toil endlessly all day. His mother's pain kept him awake at night, and his young and sensitive heart was so bitter.
I feel heartbroken and helpless for Zhou Wei. I don't know what I can do for him. I need to do something for him. Knowing that he is in a difficult situation, it is difficult to ignore it. I asked Zhou Wei's address. The next morning, I cancelled my travel plans with my friends and went to Zhou Wei's home.
Mother and son live in a dilapidated residential building in the old city, with five floors and Zhou on the second floor. When I walked into the dark and damp stairwell, I was deeply frightened and uneasy. The cold wind in late autumn came in through the narrow gap in the window, making a hoarse voice, like an insidious snake showing its long, thin, deep red tongue and sending a dangerous message.
Zhou Wei's mother slowly opened the rusty iron gate. I saw a thin woman hiding behind a dark and heavy door. Her face was sallow, her lips were pale and there was no blood in her eyes. Because of long-term crying and poor sleep, her eyes are red, her bags under her eyes are heavy and drooping feebly. I looked at my haggard mother and felt very sad. I carefully helped her sit down on the sofa in the living room and piled all the bought bags on the coffee table. "Hello, I'm a primary school math teacher in Zhou Wei. I heard about him from other classmates a few days ago. Zhou Wei was a sensible and obedient boy in primary school. I didn't expect this to happen ... I'm sorry. " On hearing Zhou Wei's name, a light flashed in her eyes, just like a note of a clear spring suddenly gushing out of a barren and hot desert. "Zhou Wei ... Zhou Wei ... you know my son, you know my son ..." Her voice was completely hoarse, which must be because she cried these days. She gripped me tightly with thin hands. "Zhou Wei ... my son ..." She suddenly began to cry, and I couldn't stop crying. There is a black and white photo of Zhou Wei on the table in front of the living room. In the photo, he is as warm as jade, like a silvery white fish swimming gently in the clear and transparent lake. His handsome face and bright eyes will always be confined in a rigid and cold photo frame.
Zhou Wei was killed in a car accident seven days ago. At that time, he had just come out of the cram school and rushed to the nearest station, but he didn't notice a car speeding by. Zhou Wei's young and tender life is as fleeting as smoke.
I know Zhou misses his mother. He still takes the No.95 bus home every night. He remembered that his mother was still at home waiting for him to come back. He remembered that he would come back. How could he not come back? His mother will wait for him at home alone. If she can't wait for him, her mother will cry. Although he died in Chen Fan, he still stubbornly dragged Chen Fan's feelings and sufferings, unwilling to leave.
I took Zhou Wei's mother to the hospital. The doctor said that her condition was not optimistic. I went through the hospitalization formalities for her and asked the doctor to take the most advanced and effective treatment plan for her. I will bear all the treatment expenses for her. Zhou Wei's mother just looked at me with grateful and sad eyes and lost Zhou Wei. She doesn't know how to go on living. Before, all her eyes were on the child, praying for him and wishing him happiness. Now her child fell into the vast sea like a released fish and never came back. She lost them completely and was helpless.
After taking Zhou Wei's mother to the hospital, I walked home slowly. The flowers in the street garden have long been withered and listless, but now only some flowers and leaves are still trembling in the cold wind, their colors are bleak and exhausted, like a fish dying in the sand without water. I wrapped my scarf tightly and stepped back.
It is the eighth day now, and there is still no news of the driver who fled after killing Zhou Wei. This man is very cunning. After the accident, he left the scene when no one was rushing. At that time, that place happened to be a dead end of surveillance. At present, the work of the police has not made clear progress. One of the reasons for the rapid deterioration of Zhou Wei's mother's condition is that there is no outlet for her anger and sadness. My lovely young child suddenly had an accident and died tragically in blood and pain, while those who should have paid for it were at large. I can only comfort her that the driver can't escape the punishment of law and the torture of conscience. Zhou Wei's mother sighed in despair. In any case, Zhou Wei can't come back.
I wonder if I can see Zhou Wei tonight. If I can see him again, I will tell him that I will try my best to take care of his mother in the future. I will ask the best doctor to relieve her pain. I will treat her as my own mother, and one day I will let her die in a warm big bed. I will do my best, so Zhou Wei, don't be stubborn and leave.
But I also know that I am guilty, and I will wander the world with this sin for life. I can't sleep every night after that night. As soon as I closed my eyes, Zhou Wei's bloody face ran wild in the dark, and great fear gripped my heart like octopus tentacles. I just feel sweaty, as if I had fallen into a dark hole, and my ears would explode with anger. I seem to be in the center of my eyes, and my whole heart and lungs seem to be thrown out of the body under severe shock.
Eight nights ago, the cold wind was howling, and I 10 drove home from class. At that time, Zhou Wei was going to Taohua Middle Road by bus. He is like a bouncing lamb, full of energy, but the next second he is lying under my hot wheel, like a flower poured with fierce venom, bleeding profusely. I got out of the car and tried his snorting, but there was no room for redemption. I saw a white and childish face with eyes closed under thick eyebrows. I think they should have bright black eyes.
I don't know if I can see Zhou Wei again tonight. I suddenly had the idea of telling him everything.