Chapter 49: accident

(No.238—No.242)
No.238
The sign of the arrival of the Spring Festival is probably the rice, soybean oil, vouchers, oranges, apples, broadband fish that my dad started to move home in batches.
I have always felt nothing about the Spring Festival. In the past, Chinese people's expectations for the Spring Festival were mostly due to lack of material. Especially for some northern rural areas, this kind of opportunity to wear new clothes, eat big fish, and clean up was very rare. How could it not be cheered.
When I was young, I thought going to my grandparents' house was very lively, but now it's just boring. The Spring Festival Gala is not beautiful, I have nothing to do, and I have to face the questions about academic performance of the seven aunts and eight aunts.
Xiao Linfan came over and asked me, "Sister, it's almost the New Year, why are you upset?"
I touched his head and said with a smile: "Treasure it, now the New Year is still a happy thing for you."
Xiao Linfan nodded vigorously: "I am happy with the New Year's money."
After a pause, he added: "If there is New Year's Eve money on Ching Ming Festival, then I will also like Ching Ming Festival."
Hmm, you can collect money on Qingming Festival if you die. I smiled and urged him to get dressed quickly, and we went downstairs to set off firecrackers.
A child like Xiaolinfan likes to set off firecrackers. Fortunately, although my sister is not interested but not afraid, my dad bought a lot of firecrackers that he thinks are safer and asked me to go downstairs to play with my brother. .
Of the firecrackers with a high safety factor, there is naturally no Kobayashi-ho's favorite second kick.
My dad said that every year in the news, people blow up half their heads with two kicks.
"Half of the face is gone, and the eyes are all collapsed!"
… Dad, can you not say such horrible and disgusting things to the child in a pleasant manner?
We got dressed and walked out the door, shutting behind my dad and Aunt Qi's all sorts of instructions.
No.239
"What do you want to put first? How about the little butterfly?" I rummaged through the plastic bag and took out a firecracker smaller than a matchbox with small yellow wings painted on the surface.
"This is the little bee." Xiao Linfan glanced at me contemptuously.
Soon I understood why it is called Little Bee. Put it on the ground after igniting a fire, it will quickly spin and jump straight into the sky, making a sound like a small bee with its on fire.
At first, I was still a little frustrated, but after successfully letting off a few simple, gentle, non-sparking firecrackers, both of us became more and more courageous.
Sometimes, the smell of gunpowder is also quite good.
Even if I am bold, I am very cautious. After the firecrackers were lit several times, we all quickly avoided, but there was no movement after half a minute. Xiao Linfan felt that it was extinguished halfway, and rushed to check, but I stopped him.
"Anyway, there are so many in the bag, not bad these two, we don't need it, in case there is something wrong." I quickly took out a new firecracker from the bag to attract his attention.
It was already a little late at this time. Xiao Lin Fan wanted to come out at night because it was not pretty to set off firecrackers during the day. I pulled him upstairs, but he refused, and had to put some nice fireworks to finish.
I had to take out a thin stick like a golden hoop. I don't know what this breed is called, but I played with this one when I was a kid. As long as I nod one head and point to the sky, the stick will spit out fireworks of different colors at a rate of one bite every two seconds.
Of course it is not the kind that blooms into flowers. It is just a colored light spot that crosses a parabola and disappears into the night sky before it falls.
When I was young, I always called it colorful spitting essence.
Although Xiao Linfan was not happy, he couldn't help it. He was still a sensible and well-behaved little boy.
I asked him to hold the spitting essence up to the sky at a forty-five degree, and then wiped the match, carefully lighting the end towards the sky.
The first three mouthfuls of sputum were all normal, and a bright and tiny light flashed across the dark blue night sky.
Xiao Linfan raised his face and smiled at me.
But at this moment, the spitting spirit suddenly went crazy, and it spewed sparks from the butt, that is, toward Lin Fan's chest!
After the dazzling fire, I watched Xiao Lin Fan's face instantly blackened by gunpowder, and the down jacket on my chest had a big hole torn through and it was charred.
He tilted back and fell to the ground.
The whole process was so sudden, it looked like slow motion in my eyes, and my brain was blank.
The stick that fell on the ground was still spraying fire, I rushed up and kicked it away, then turned my head to check Lin Fan's condition.
Fortunately, it seems that there is no trauma on the face, and it will not affect the appearance, but I don't know if my chest is hurt. I was so anxious that tears fell instantly.
I didn't bring my mobile phone, so I couldn't call 120 or notify my parents. As the New Year approached, the shops on the street were basically closed, and there was not a single pedestrian. I waited desperately for a few seconds, gritted my teeth and carried him up to my back.
The first time I didn't stand up, I just knelt on the ground, my knees knocking on the asphalt road in winter sorely. I can't tell if my tears are scared or painful, anyway, I can't see the way.
I climbed all the way and carried Lin Fan to the entrance of my house, but I didn't have the strength to take him upstairs, so I could only cruelly put him in the corridor on the first floor, and then turned around and ran upstairs.
Fortunately, my house is only on the third floor. I patted the door like desperately, and it was Aunt Qi who opened the door.
"Geng Geng, what's the matter with you?" She felt something instinctively when she looked at me at the door, "Where's Fanfan?"
"I can't bring him up. He is still on the first floor. Hurry, call an ambulance. He was injured by the bombing. He is now fainted..."
I was choked with saliva and coughed. Aunt Qi was stunned, her face that had always been indifferent suddenly became fierce, and the next second she pushed me hard and ran downstairs like crazy.
I didn't have any strength, and I couldn't stand still. She pushed me with great strength, and the back of my head hit the wall directly, and my eyes went blank.
Fortunately, no dizziness I squatted down on the wall and shook my head. The Venus in my vision slowly receded, and finally I could see things clearly again.
The first thing I saw was my dad's slippers.
He knelt down and touched the back of my head and asked, Geng, are you okay? dedicated? dedicated?
I held back the soreness in my heart and shook my head at him.
"Dad, call an ambulance. Lin Fan..."
"I heard. Calling an ambulance does not drive as fast as I am, Geng, you can wait at home, lie down quickly, call me if you have any questions. I will take him to the hospital now."
His voice is still not irritable, there is a kind of reassuring power. How could I not find out before.
"Dad!" I instinctively grabbed his sleeve, trying to explain that it wasn't my fault, and held back.
If it's out of season, don't waste time. My dad will believe me.
My dad helped me to stand up, then went back to the house and took the car keys, wallet and mobile phone, and hurried downstairs.
I can't see his face when he leaves. I can't see anything clearly, I don't know if it's because of dizziness or tears.
No.240
I went home and washed my face, and I sat on the sofa and closed my eyes to rest for a while. The back of my head still hurts, but it's nothing serious, except that I was unprepared and hit too hard.
Although wronged, more people are still worried about Lin Fan's situation.
I thought about it and called my mother.
Usually my mother often interrupts me and jumps directly to the conclusion-just to train me-but this time, she listened to me calmly on the other end of the phone.
Maybe it was because I didn't tell her about Aunt Qi pushing me.
My mother calmly said: "It is not your responsibility, but the most important thing now is how the child is doing."
She said she would call my dad and go to the hospital for a look.
"I will call you as soon as I know the situation, don't worry."
I sat on the side of the bed for an entire hour, and indirectly sent a text message to my mother, saying that she had also rushed to the city hospital.
"There is no life-threatening, no serious trauma, but the child hasn't woken up yet. Don't worry. Your father and his mother may both be accompanied tonight. Come and stay with me for two days."
No.241
My mother has always been very agile. I waited at home for another hour, packed a few clothes and tutorial books to read, and her car was parked downstairs.
"There was no significant trauma, but my chest was a bit hot, and coupled with the shock, the respiratory tract was choked by gunpowder, so I fainted. After two days of rest, nothing happened and there would be no sequelae. Don't worry."
It's been a long time since my mother spoke to me so tenderly.
I nodded, put my travel bag on the back seat, sat in the passenger seat, and fastened my seat belt.
My mother sighed and started the car.
We didn't talk too much all the way.
I have always deliberately refrained from magnifying the unhappiness of single-parent life, so that I was silly and happy to hide from Haiti. However, this fragile family relationship hides too much closeness and estrangement, and a little test can test the truth.
I am not an unreasonable person. I especially understand Aunt Qi. She used to be a stepmother with one hundred points. She was so perfect that she was not an ordinary person, as if she never had emotional ups and downs. Until the moment before she pushed me, I saw a woman with my mother in her anxious and complaining eyes. The same as the mother who protects the calf.
No matter how good you are to the children of other people's families, you can be measured, and caring for your own children is unreserved and irrational.
What made people helpless about this incident was that she was not wrong, and I was not wrong, but she broke my heart and I hurt her son.
We all knew each other a long time ago that there will always be one thing, there will always be one day.
We both avoided cautiously, but it still happened.
No.242
Before going to bed, I received a call from my father and told me what my mother had told me.
"Daddy knows it, it wasn't your responsibility. It's too messy here now. You live with your mother for a day. Dad is sorry for you."
I laughed, knowing he was difficult to do, and didn't say anything, and hung up the phone.
My mother was brushing her teeth in the bathroom and heard the call. She came over and said vaguely that she explained it to me when she first went to the hospital.
"The child's mother seems quite reasonable. Besides, the child is fine, and she doesn't have to make a fuss too much, or tell me politely that she blames her son for being naughty, not you."
"They will think I called you to file a complaint," I smiled bitterly, "just to excuse myself or something."
My mother raised her brows and swept away her previous gentleness, and said, "Of course I was there to justify you, and you didn't lie! No matter what she thinks in her heart, she has nothing to deal with anyway. When her son wakes up, he will immediately know what is going on as soon as he asks if he doesn’t? If it’s okay, don’t think too much about it. You shouldn’t have thought about it.

She paused, sighed suddenly, and said: "I don't know what's going on with your dad. Forget it, it's all our adults."
She put her arms around me, patted me on the back and said, "Geng Geng, Mom and Dad have wronged you."
I was fine.
Her last words suddenly made me cry stupid.