One day, Zhang Jinshan was waiting anxiously at the gate of Tsingyi High School.
Zhang Jinhai came out from school and saw Zhang Jinshan: "Second brother, why are you in such a hurry?
Walking around in front of the school gate."
Zhang Jinshan grabbed Zhang Jinhai's hand and said as he walked: "Hurry up and go to the hospital with me."
It turned out that their uncle had been ill and hospitalized for more than a month, and his condition was getting worse.
Today my uncle suddenly wanted to see these relatives.
I have already been notified one after another.
Zhang's mother guessed that this was his brother's comeback, so she arranged for Zhang Jinshan to wait at the school gate and take Zhang Jinhai to see his uncle for the last time.
Zhang Jinhai came to the hospital and saw his uncle in the hospital bed, but he was already unconscious.
The old cousins and aunts sat on the green low stools in the hospital and kept crying.
My uncle is a teacher who teaches in a middle school and has a fixed salary income.
The rest of the family are farmers.
If my uncle left so early, the family would suddenly have no income, and my cousins would be too young to be independent.
Then it will definitely bring endless pressure to survive on my uncle's family.
In Zhang Jinhai's past life memory, his uncle did not pass away at this time, and would live for at least another twenty years.
Since my uncle's life should not be taken, it seems that the hospital must have a way to revive him.
Zhang Jinhai saw his mother sitting next to her and crying non-stop, and comforted her: "Mom, don't worry.
Uncle, auspicious people have their own heavenly auspiciousness.
Nothing will happen this time."
Zhang's mother nodded and said: "Well, take one look at uncle and go back to study quickly.
Anyway, you can't be of much help here.
It will only make everyone more busy."
Zhang Jinhai nodded obediently, greeted his uncle's family, and returned to school.
But it was absent-minded.
The beautiful woman sitting in the front row, Wu Xing, turned around and spoke to him without hearing him.
Wu Xing slapped the table and asked, "Zhang Jinhai, are you deaf?"
The students in the entire classroom stared at the two of them in surprise.
Zhang Jinhai finally woke up from his wild thoughts and asked confusedly: "Wu Xing, I didn't mess with you.
What's wrong with you?
What's going on?"
Wu Xing glanced at the whole class and said, "What are you looking at? Take your self-study class."
…
In the evening, I returned to dormitory No. 1 of Class 1, Grade 3, and after turning off the lights, Wu Xing's words became a classic.
The boss Gu Hong asked: "Zhang Jinhai, have you done it?"
The second child, Chen Jie, is such a thief: "Wu Xing, I don't have sex with you!"
The fourth student, Liu Qiang, was even more naughty: "Third brother, Wu Xing asked you about your calligraphy, where did you do it?"
The fifth child, Li Jian, smiled evilly and said: "Brother Qiang, aren't you pretending to be confused because you understand?"
…
Zeng Jianjian, the head teacher, walked in: "You guys are still not sleeping yet, are you going to go out and run around the playground ten times?"
Zhang Jinhai sighed in his heart and gave a good greeting, which vividly developed so many meanings.
This is the charm of writing, it is indeed profound and profound.
If it weren't for the suppression by the head teacher, it is estimated that this gang of thieves would have been able to cause trouble for half the night.
During self-study the next morning, class teacher Zeng Jianjiang officially announced to the class: "After Zhang Jinhai's formal application, and after research and decision by the school leaders, Zhang Jinhai's request to speed up the study progress of high school courses and participate in the 1985 summer college entrance examination was agreed."
"oh!"
"What are you doing?"
The whole class let out all kinds of praises.
Zeng Jianjian hit the podium with his pointer: "Quiet, quiet!
Look at you.
Our class has such an outstanding classmate Zhang Jinhai.
You should be happy.
What is the attitude of each of you?"
After finishing speaking, he picked up a stack of textbooks on the podium and placed them on the desk of Zhang Jinhai, who was sitting in the second row: "Through the efforts of all teachers, these are the Chinese, mathematics, and foreign language textbooks that can be found for you in the second and third years of high school.
You see it first.
We will sort out your specific teaching training plan and implement it after approval by the school."
Zhang Jinhai stood up, bowed to Teacher Zeng Jiankang and said, "Thank you, Teacher Zeng.
For other textbooks, there is no need to find new books.
Any old book will do."
Teacher Zeng Jianjiang said happily: "You don't have to worry about this.
This is to show our school's basic respect for your genius.
If we really can’t even find a textbook, then what’s the use?”
Morning self-study period after class.
Wu Xing, who was in the front row, turned around and looked at Zhang Jinhai as if he were looking at a monster.
Zhang Jinhai was stared at inexplicably: "What's wrong with you?"
Wu Xing asked unhappily: "Isn't this what I should be asking you?"
Zhang Jinhai said angrily: "It's inexplicable."
Wu Xing pointed her finger at Zhang Jinhai and said angrily: "What are you pulling on?"
…
Zhang Jinhai felt that communicating with girls was too tiring.
Unexpectedly unhappy.
I got angry for no reason.
Teacher Zeng Jiankang’s voice came from the window: “Zhang Jinhai, come out quickly.”
Zhang Jinhai thought to himself, no way, he just said two words to Wu Xing inexplicably, and he was targeted by the head teacher?
After arriving at the door of the classroom, Teacher Zeng's words helped him eliminate the worries he had just had, but created even greater worries.
"Zhang Jinhai, your second brother Zhang Jinshan is waiting for you at the school gate, saying there is something urgent.
You go and come back quickly, don't forget that you have to take the summer college entrance examination next year.
Starting to count now, time is really running out.”
Teacher Zeng, the head teacher, emphasized.
Zhang Jinhai quickly ran to the school gate: "Second brother, has something really happened to uncle?"
After Zhang Jinshan nodded, he followed Zhang Jincheng and walked out of the county town.
Through Zhang Jinshan's description, it turned out that his uncle had several emergencies in the hospital yesterday, and the hospital doctors took every treatment plan they could, but none of them produced any good results.
In the end, my uncle's heart obviously stopped beating, and the hospital euphemistically announced that he had reached a state of cardiac death and lost the value of continued treatment.
Therefore, it has been transported back to the countryside to be buried on a different date.
After 2 hours of hard work, we finally arrived.
Brothers Zhang Jinhai and Zhang Jinshan knelt down to their uncle, offered incense and burned paper according to custom.
After completing these actions, Zhang Jinhai stood up and slowly circled around his uncle who was lying flat on the door panel.
During this period, he reached out and touched his uncle's hand. It was still warm and had not turned cold.
In order to avoid scaring everyone, I went directly to Zhang's mother and aunt to discuss: "I have a pill provided by a classmate here. It is said that it can bring people back to life if they have body temperature.
I want uncle to try swallowing it."
My aunt's eyes lit up and she said, "Is there such a medicine in this world?"
Zhang’s mother was more direct: “I don’t care if he has it or not.
A dead horse is treated as a living horse doctor.
Give it to your uncle immediately.
What if I come back alive?"
The aunt opened the uncle's mouth and cooperated with Zhang Jinhai to put a resurrection pill into it.
Half an hour later, my uncle actually sat up directly on the door panel.
A few ignorant young cousins yelled: "It's a scam."