Call Dad

Meningitis is a disease caused by infection of a membrane between the skull and the brain. The disease is usually accompanied by complications of bacterial or viral infection in any part of the body, such as ear, sinus or upper respiratory tract infection. Common symptoms include fever, headache, vomiting, mental illness and so on. During the onset of the disease, if you are not hospitalized in time, your life will be in danger.

1.

from the moment of birth, my life was destined to be tied to this meningitis mother. Wherever he goes, the neighbors always point behind his back, "Tut, this is the crazy woman!"

the crazy women in their mouths, apart from sleeping on the bedboard every day, just wait for the man to come back to cook for her. I hear they can't do serious work until they have enough to eat. There is always a cup of cold boiled water on the wooden table along the bed. The cup is made of plastic. In fact, this is not a cup, but the man picked it up from the construction site, and the five-yuan empty beverage bottle can be seen everywhere in the supermarket. Before going to work in the morning, the man will fill the bottle with a whole bottle of boiled water. At first, he always poured boiling water just out of the pot, only heard a "wheezing" sound, and several bottles were scalded. The woman was lying on the bed smiling, "you melon man!" Melon Day poke! "

later, men switched to overnight boiled water, boiled before going to bed, and just poured before leaving.

the reason why a crazy woman is called a crazy woman is that she is sick and very ill. She is small and frail and weighs only more than three jin when she was born. The villagers said that the woman was difficult to raise. I was afraid that her family would be harmed in the future, so I told her to throw it away as soon as possible. But livestock are not willing to throw away, let alone a living person.

at some age, her brain was burned out by a high fever. From then on, he talked crazily, walked trembling and sparkled, and grinned foolishly when he had nothing to do. The story that she is a crazy woman has probably spread all over the village.

it can be said that it is strange that by the end of the nineteen or twenty, someone even offered to marry him. The other party is Lao Wang in the same village, who has not yet married at the age of 30. I think he knew that the Zhou daughter was out of her mind and could not get married. To propose marriage to a crazy woman, on the one hand, no one competes with him, on the other hand, the process is simple, and there is no need for gift money. After all, he didn't have a family when he was old enough to be looked down upon and spurned by the village.

although the crazy woman is out of her mind, she gets the same treatment as the same woman after marriage. Every time she did something serious, she would make the scream of a sow before the slaughter, which went up and down, with no sense of rhythm at all. At the same time, the sound was so loud that it drowned out the barking of wild dogs at the entrance of the village, the contention of frogs in the fields, and the powerful kicking and insulting sound of neighbors in big underpants running to their house next door.

only later did I know that I was made in the sound of repeatedly killing pigs and being killed.

2.

since I was conceived, the man walked out of the village with a crazy woman. Listening to the fellow villagers in Xining say that there is work to do there, they boarded the train from Chengdu to Urumqi overnight.

I have been on this kind of train, and every winter and summer vacation, I come out of the village and go to Xining to stay with them for a month or two, and then I am sent back.

when I went there, the cotton in Xinjiang was in full bloom and the hard-seat carriages were full of people. Most of them are as yellow as wax, their skin as black as coal, and there are always two clumps of plateau red under their cheekbones. As soon as you open your mouth, you can know that this is a group of ethnic minority compatriots from the western Sichuan plateau. They are uniformly recruited by a private enterprise, and as soon as they arrive at this time of year, they all have to go to Xinjiang to pick cotton.

I sat on a bench just enough to fit two buttocks. But if one is not careful, 1/3 of the buttocks will be squeezed out and suspended in the air. Suddenly there will be one more person around you, as if he had been here from the beginning, staring at you like two black grapes, so that you can't see any questions about it.

I am timid by nature, and I dare not look people in the eye. Every time I encounter the situation of my ass flying in the air, I can only tighten my coccyx and shrink into a ball, so as to reduce the space occupied by myself as much as possible.

the starting station is Xining and the terminal station is Chengdu. It is also a hard seat, and there are obviously fewer people in the carriage on the return trip. Surrounded by familiar Sichuan accents, buttocks do not suddenly fly into the air, people begin to subconsciously become relaxed.

the first time I heard this man talk to outsiders about my mother's illness, it was also on the return train.

when I was six years old, I didn't buy a ticket. When I got on the bus, he wrapped it in a black coat and put it under a table with two seats in a row. On the outside, there is a paint bucket as high as I squatted down, which happens to block me strictly. Not long after the car started, my mother began to sleep, as if suffering from osteomalacia, spread out on the narrow table. Don't leave any space for the opposite seat.

she took off her shoes and put her feet on the vent. From time to time, swinging up and down, stretching back and forth, I was a little wheezing and coughed under the table by the disgusting smell.

"Let the little sister sit up, check the ticket and run to the toilet! No, so many of us are watching. " The female college student at the table could not bear to see me down there. Out of kindness, she gave advice to my father.

my father looked awkwardly at the left and right carriages, watched the conductor disappear into the chaotic crowd, then slowly pushed the paint bucket away and motioned for me to get out from below.

the paint bucket is very heavy. Originally, the paint inside was used up on the construction site, and the rest of it was shelled on the lid and eaves of the bucket. It was hard to break off with the strength of the hand, and it had already solidified into a ball. Now there is a pile of hammers and mallets mixed with winter cotton-padded jackets, and there are several books on the top floor, which are the holiday homework I took in the past.

I walked sideways through the inclusion of four legs, as if I had just walked out of a death maze, the back of the dress was a little wet, and my loose hair was no longer in its original shape.

as he pulled me up from below with his hand, he pried open the lid of the paint bucket and took it from the top.Chinese textbook: "I didn't buy a ticket before, but now I have to send her back to school." I originally planned to get on the bus to make up the ticket, but you see, there are a lot of people, and we are worried that we don't even have a standing ticket. "

female college students hung white lines on both sides of their ears as if they had not said what they had just said, and their eyes looked out of the window.

"come on, sit on the bucket. Start doing your homework! "

in fact, it is impossible to do homework at all by train. After all, the train has to cross three provinces, and frequently enter the cave and go through the tunnel, coupled with two days and one night, the eyes are affected by the extremely bright and dark light for a long time, so they naturally have no intention to learn.

as far as the indoor environment is concerned, people come and go in the car, and from time to time, people who can't make a mistake squeeze me to the table, and my chest rests against the board string, which is very painful. Or a big force, the bucket was kicked out of the place, I even the whole person with the exercise book, are also distorted. However, this is the case on the train. as a ticket dodger, even if he smells the smell of instant noodles and hears the sound of mouthfuls, he can only swallow saliva in his throat again and again and keep his eyes fixed on the exercise book. I dare not look up at all.

I don't know how much time later, women began to flow, like syrup, with a very high consistency. Mixed with white bubbles, it fell on the back of the hand and rolled back and forth with the train running. Her breath was unstable, her throat and nose trembled with her chest, and there was a thick gasp in her breath.

"does she have a cold?" The female college student pulled off her headphones.

"No. Here, there is a problem. " I caught a glimpse of my father pointing to his forehead and saying incessantly, "meningitis."

A female college student looks at my mother and then at me with a strange expression on her face. She taped her body to the back of her chair, covered her nose with her hands, continued to hang up her headphones and looked out of the window.

3.

about my mother's meningitis, I didn't have a deep understanding of what kind of disease it was until I went to school.

until I was six years old, I had been living with my grandmother. I heard that I was sent to her house not three months after I was born. My mother has no milk, and with her illness, she naturally has no time to take care of me.

her tits are very big and pinch them up to be loose and soft. Unlike the fashionable ladies on the street, other people's breasts tend to be firm and straight, while her two parts, like two big water balloons running out of the air, are born to fall.

after I was six years old, they went back to the village with me, and then they seldom had a chance to go out.

every day before dawn, the crazy woman called me up, and after I had finished combing, she began to sit leisurely at the head of the bed. It was as if the electric machine needed to be warmed up before it started. She remained motionless, more than Luohan.

it was a little dawn, so we went out.

it's half an hour's walk from where I live to school. There is a long section of dirt road and a small section of gravel road. Only when you are near the school can you see the bright concrete road. The narrow area is round and built around the school. At 07:15 you can see people coming from all directions along different roads. We took the road facing the back of the school, and every time we got back to the back door, we had to walk half a circle around the school around the iron fence. In order to prevent idle people from entering the school, you can leave the school at the back door, but you can only enter the school through the front door. This is the school policy, and no one has the courage to disobey it.

she takes me to school and the man picks me up. Walking on the road, we hardly spoke. She insisted that I hold her hand, and there was a feeling that I could leave her and run away at any moment. In fact, I usually release her hand only in one case, that is, when her tits are smashed with stones by the children in the village.

those dead children shouted to the adults of their family, "crazy bitch, crazy bitch, you come out and pretend to be crazy again!" A group of them stood in front of the road, running and shouting, not forgetting to pick up pebbles on the side of the road.

she doesn't wear a corset when she goes out in the morning. Through a white cloth dress, the two big water balloons fell even worse. She had already shaken and sparkled when she walked, and she lost her center of gravity even more when she was smashed with stones by children in the village. One hit the belly button, the other hit the thigh, but their target was the two giant tits. Occasionally hit, they cheered on the windy road, "Yay!" The crazy woman's grandmother is going to hold back! " Occasionally hit her on the head, she began to become very angry, shaking me to speed up the pace, she wanted to run up to catch these dead children, and then teach them a lesson.

whenever this time, there is a fire in my heart. I took her hand away and picked up pebbles ten times bigger than them by the side of the road and smashed them one after another. Because of the stone's weight, the range could not reach as far as I thought, and I was very depressed every time the stone was in freefall in the middle of the flight. How I wish I could hit them on the forehead one by one and never appear in front of me again.

however, this idea is so extreme that it has never been realized.

the crazy woman seems to know what's on my mind. Every time I lift a stone bigger than a brick, she always pushes it to the ground. Sometimes when I try my best to get it wrong in a panic, I even fall to the ground with a man and a stone. Looking at the group of people gradually away from the back, I was so angry that I had a toothache. I slowly got up and stood on the ground to confront her.

I cried and slapped her, punching and kicking. She didn't respond at first, until I started scolding, "you pest!" You are a pest! " Later, she began to wrestle with me, tearing each other on the ground.

"I raised you for nothing!" She was a little vague, but I could hear her clearly. "I should have known I shouldn't have lured you. I didn't think it would be a disaster to draw you out!"

I was so angry that there seemed to be a spark in my eyes. I pinched her tits and pinched them in. "you are the disaster!" You are the scourge! "

about me fighting with a crazy bitch, that's it. My dad neverI don't know where the marks on her body came from. If she doesn't mention it, I won't say it.

4.

I seldom call my father "Dad", and he doesn't seem to care about it.

every time the refill of my homework is broken, I send the pen to him, and before I open my mouth, he honestly takes it out and sharpens it. When I saw another child playing with glass balls in the mud, I fixed my eyes on the marbles and clasped his thighs with my hands. Until he felt the strong pull holding him back, he knew it was time to turn around and take me to the shop at the entrance of the village to buy it.

sometimes there are guests at home. Out of courtesy, I will call him "Dad" in front of everyone. Whenever he heard me call him "Dad", he would be stupefied for a few seconds, as if he was looking for a preemptive answer. After the terrible silence around him, his face without flesh showed unprecedented delight. The dark skin was pulled out of countless upward folds with the pull of facial nerves, and then it seemed that it took a lot of effort to say "Oh," from a mouthful of dim teeth. Come on. Judging from these deeds, he should have wanted me to call him "Dad".

in summer, I often accompany him to the river to wash menstruation notes for crazy women. To put it better, it is called moon cloth, which is a kind of light white cloth with cotton and linen texture and strong water absorption. Before going to the river, he would take out an earthen porcelain basin from under the bed board, which had a plastic pocket stuffed with foul-smelling menstrual strips.

I am extremely disgusted with these things. Because whenever the crazy woman wants to use them, in addition to the menstrual strips are dyed with blood, the trousers will also be dipped into another color. Walking down the street with her means that I will also be pointed at by passers-by.

she can't tell when to change the mooncloth, so it also gives men an unnecessary way to live-they often have to wash them with their trousers when washing the mooncloth.

A man will be crazy in many ways, but only one thing: if a crazy woman hits me, he will not be able to do so.

the day the crazy bitch died, she hit me.

it was my father's birthday. The three of us were sitting in the atrium for dinner. The crazy woman picked up a large glass of orange juice in front of her and handed it to me. She motioned to me to make a toast. "shout, shout!"

I took the cup and stood up in the direction of the man. Holding hands and pushing it out of the chest, "Happy Birthday -"

the man seemed to be waiting for something, but then there was silence.

hands raised their glasses in the air for too long and began to tremble a little. Orange juice seems to be about to experience an aftershock, has been shaking in the cup.

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"I call you Dad!" The crazy woman seemed very angry and threw her chopsticks on the table.

"No!"

"say it again! Do you scream? "

"No! I don't! I won't scream! "

the man looked serious and did not speak from beginning to end. Suddenly there was a crisp sound in the air, followed by a "bang", the cup was knocked over on the ground, and the orange juice began to spread outward along the marks on the cement floor.

my face was a little hot, and then it turned red.

"I told you to call your dad!" The crazy woman had already stood up and was opposite to me.

"I said, no! I won't scream! " I put my hand over the red, looked at her with hatred on my face, and my eyes began to burst into tears. She raised her hand, ready to draw a perfect curve in the air for the second time, but this time it didn't happen. The man ripped off her hand, grabbed his neck and dragged her to the corner of the wall. "she said not to scream, don't you understand!" It was followed by a series of "knock-knock" sounds of banging your head against the wall.

I can't even look back at what happened. I only heard the crazy woman crying and scolding, "I want to go back to my mother's house!" I can't live this day! If a man beats a woman, you must die! "

she was inarticulate and staggered out of the house. The man didn't chase me, but just said to me, "sit down and eat!" Then he picked up the chopsticks and ate as if nothing had happened.

until the commissary at the entrance of the village came and said, "No!" The crazy bitch was run over by a tractor! " He walked and shouted all the way, unable to tell from his voice whether it was a good news of joy or a sad prayer.

I remember clearly that the sky was grayish gray that day, as if it had been coated with a thick layer of cement powder. At the moment of walking out the door, there seems to be a heavy burden behind the body, which makes people out of breath. In addition, there were noises from neighbors everywhere in the air, and everyone ran out of the house. This time, they didn't have to point behind their backs. They faced me and my father one by one, saying, "Tut, what can I do now?"

the scene of the accident was surrounded by many people, the tractor was placed obliquely in the middle of the road, and the perpetrators had long since disappeared without a trace. Apart from a pool of scarlet boiling blood, the only thing left on the ground was the body of a crazy woman whose brains were cracked and beyond recognition. By the time we got to the entrance of the village, the ground had attracted some flies, red, green and black, which made people sick.

my father carried the body back without saying a word. Blood soaked all over him as if he were the one responsible for the accident. He resisted the mad woman to the hill behind the house, dug a hole in the halfway block with a hoe all night, and then buried her. The next day, he asked someone to build a tombstone, standing in front of yesterday's grave, looking particularly solemn and solemn.

5.

after the crazy woman dies, it can only be picked up by men after school and school every day.

not long after I was in high school, I began to have my period. When the warm blood wets my pants and drips up and down the inside of the thigh, am I walking on the road?And make any reaction. I ran desperately, hoping to get home as fast as I could, but the process was long and arduous. As a result of running too fast, the speed of bleeding becomes faster, and naturally some drops of blood fall to the ground and become extremely eye-catching.

is sometimes seen by some unashamed male students, who hide behind in groups and say loudly, "Yo, there's bleeding on my ass!" Does she inherit her mother's brain smoke? "

they can't even accurately name "meningitis". At one point, they thought it was just a strange disease with black smoke on the top of the head and could not be treated during the onset of the disease. This includes some physiological phenomena that they cannot understand, and all return to the category of strange diseases, such as teenage menarche.

after seeing some clues, the man quickly came out of the broken porcelain basin from under the bedboard. There was a new plastic bag inside. As he solved it, he looked at me and said, "take these menstrual slips first. After using it, Dad will wash it for you."

before he untied it, I pulled the vinyl plastic bag from his hand and threw it hard on the ground. "I don't know how to use these crap. Don't give it to me!"

he froze for a moment, then picked up the bag from the ground and threw it out. "No, no, no. We don't have to! " He seemed to be trying to please me, only saw the pocket flying out of the concierge, a lot of brand-new mooncloth flying in the air, through the light, as dazzling as white.

from now on, he will keep a few yuan in the desk box for my use every month. I usually take this money to the village entrance commissary to buy bags of tampons. I have seen girls in the same class use it in the ladies' room, including how to use it, and where I learned it.

when an English class was held in the second year of junior high school, the teacher stood on the podium, waved bamboo bars and pointed to the blackboard and said, "father,father, is Dad!" As she said, she asked us to repeat: "father,father, is Dad -"

it's hard for me to pronounce the last two words in Chinese, and I can't even imitate the mouth shape every time I repeat it with everyone else. The mouth seems to have been glued with superglue, and the hammer can't be shaken.

there is a more important reason why you can't open your mouth. Not many days after the crazy woman died, one night I heard chickens barking and dogs barking outside, making a lot of noise. I can't even tell whether it's almost dawn or it just started in the middle of the night, but what I'm sure is that the man is talking downstairs.

"money, all the money you want is here!" Through the window I saw him pass a pile of crumpled money into a woman's hand. It was so dark that I could hardly see her, but her wavy curls stood out from above.

the woman took the money and followed her into the back room. But after a while, she ran out again, fiddling with her disheveled body.

there was a constant bang downstairs, and the man rushed out of the door naked and grabbed the woman's arm. "you can't leave. My daughter needs to be taken care of." He knew it was untenable. "I'll earn all the money and give it to you." Stay! "

the woman's arm is getting longer and longer, reflecting a long shadow on the ground through some sporadic light.

"I think you're crazy. Take the money to work and let me be the mother of my children. that's not the way to let it go." She tried to break free from the man and tried to run out of the hedge yard when the man threw her to the ground with a counterattack.

A man rode on a woman like a male lion, tearing off her undressed clothes. In the dark night, I couldn't tell whether it was a dream or a reality, until the woman stopped fighting and I lost my memory.

6.

after middle school, I went to the county to study. Before leaving, the man packed two bundles of cotton wool for me in a snakeskin bag. He went to the village to find someone to play two new beds, plus the old two beds are just enough for me to rotate in spring, summer, autumn and winter. Not many clothes, a pig feed pocket can be solved, the rest of some miscellaneous things, was picked up into the paint bucket brought back from Xining.

when he took the long-distance bus sent by the county middle school to pick us up, like other parents, he stood in front of the car and repeatedly told, "Ya, take care of yourself!"

I sat in the inner seat, across the classmate next to me and a large glass window, and I could vaguely guess what he said through the shape of my mouth.

"Don't worry about it at home and study hard!"

"Ya, don't wronge yourself!"

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the body of the car began to wobble slowly, the engine at the back of the car roared, and the heads outside the window kept bustling back and forth as the bus moved forward.

the train suddenly sped along, and the man rapped on the window with all his strength. "Dad has time to see you!"

there was a cloud of dust in the air, and he stood in the middle of the road looking at the direction of the car and refused to leave for a long time.

when I was in high school, I fell in love with the monitor and the headmaster's son. We are in the sprint class together, and he is cheerful and low-key. Compared with some privileged students, he looks a lot different.

he was very kind to me. He went to the canteen at seven o'clock every morning for two years to pick up two buns, a steamed bun and a box of soya-bean milk. When the girl's bedroom opened the door downstairs, he was already standing there waiting for me to come out.

We like to take a walk on the playground after lunch, walking in circles and talking about our plans for the future. He is very honest and hopes that I can apply for a medical major with him in the future, because it is his dream to cure patients and save lives, and I am full of promises.

as a matter of fact, I am not sure that I will be able to go with him to the end. Even if I can make it through high school graduation, I have had a great question mark.

Schools usually take a laissez-faire attitude towards puppy love between the two types of students. One is the bad children who are bad to the bone, and oral education and flesh education are used on them.It's all ineffective. It is not their turn to hide when they meet with the teacher, so the teacher will naturally turn around and trot. There is also a category like me and Xu Wen, both of whom are excellent students in the grade, and the enrollment rate is 100%. Compared with our studies, teachers are more concerned about our emotions. In case of quarrels or other life problems, there are special people in the school to provide one-on-one psychological counseling.

this is supposed to be a good thing for us, but we often feel like a watched thought criminal. Once anything that should not exist in our minds appears, a group of people have to take turns to clean it in order to reshape it.

I am extremely bored to think of this.

7.

when the successive diagnostic exams come, it means that the college entrance examination is not far away. I knew that the score of medical school was extremely high, so I didn't dare to slack off at all. when I was under a lot of pressure, I chose to run fast on the playground with Xu Wen. The feeling of speeding up the heartbeat and emptying the brain can often eliminate all the tiredness at the moment.

neither of us will look good during the fast run. Especially for me, the upwind blows the meat bubbles on my face up and down, breathing so fast that I can only open my mouth, allow the wind to pour into my mouth and throat, and then enter my lungs, abdomen and spleen without aftertaste. This is what I look like when a man comes to learn to see me, with a ferocious face mixed with consternation.

since I was with Xu Wen, I went home every winter and summer vacation to remind men not to come to school to find me. He asked for a reason, and I fumbled with the heavy homework, the doorman's difficulties and the prohibition of visits. But he came after all.

"you do it!"

his face was covered with questions, and he took a closer look at the boy behind me.

"Ya, the exam is coming soon. Dad made you a stew of local chicken soup to tonify your brain! "

as soon as I pulled the sack in his hand, I took out the chicken soup bowl and smashed it on the floor. The iron spoon of the porcelain bowl was scattered all over the floor, and the golden soup began to soak slowly into the plastic runway. There was a burst of white smoke on the ground, and a group of people surrounded it one after another.

"who says you are my father? my father is dead! Already dead! " I almost roared in a hoarse voice.

the look of panic and confusion was all over the man's face. I couldn't bear to see it, so I ran away madly.

since I came to the county, I lied to everyone in the new environment. I said my father died on the same day as my mother. I am an orphan and now I live with my grandmother.

but after that run, I completely disappeared without a trace, and it was not until I appeared in the examination room that I was recognized by my classmates.

on the day I finished the exam, I rushed back to the village all night. A few days ago, the village entrance commissary called to say that my father died and drank pesticides at home. The last thing he said was: "if he is doing well, I am fine."

my name is Wang Yumei, nicknamed Erya. My father likes to call me "ya". He says it's a nickname for a girl. After the college entrance examination, I filled in clinical medicine on the volunteer form. Now I'm a brain surgeon, and I need a major operation every three days on average. I am used to the smell of 84, glutaraldehyde and lysosu in the hospital, and even these things fill the whole locker in my house.

I seem to have a serious obsession with cleanliness. I'm not allowed to get a little dirty. Everything has to be white and bright. When I was in the hospital, I didn't like to see parting, and every time I heard that someone died on the operating table or on the way to the hospital, I felt extremely nauseous. With the extension of time, this reaction becomes more and more obvious.

I don't know when. I have to go to the psychological clinic every weekend. As a matter of fact, I don't have to do this. My husband has studied psychology for seven years, and he knows all my mental activities like the back of his hand, but I am extremely unconfident in him. I have always refused his help over the years and tried my best to change doctors.

but there are some exceptions today. When I took the initiative to walk into the unfamiliar consultation room, my husband, with his back to me, stood in front of the window and looked down at the hurried people downstairs in a daze.

"Xu Wen, you're going to be a father!" I slowly approached him and finally hugged him as a patient.