A lonely white rabbit, wandering here and there. Clothes are not as good as new, people are not as good as old
After all, Zhao Shanhe is well-known in society. In the first year of his paralysis, many friends from the society came to visit him. Every time they visited, they dropped 1,800 yuan. Zhao Shanhe's injury was a relief.
Although the income was 20.3 million, which was an order of magnitude different from the money Zhao Hongbing received on his meal card when he was imprisoned again in 2004, it was still considerable at the time.
In the same year, Gillian gave birth to a son. He looked very much like his mother. He had big eyes, long eyelashes, and a tiger-like head. He was loved by everyone.
In the second year of Zhao Shanhe's paralysis, some friends only came to visit him during the New Year and holidays, so he still left Zhao Shanhe 1,800 yuan. He lived on this little money. Although Gillian still did not work, she still had a deep love for Zhao Shanhe.
never give up
In the third year of Zhao Shanhe's paralysis, only a few of his brothers who had grown up together with him came to visit him, and they still paid 1,800 yuan. Although Zhao Shanhe could no longer make ends meet, he could still manage to make ends meet with his old capital.
In the fourth year of Zhao Shanhe's paralysis, the brothers he had played with since childhood still came to visit him and still dropped 1,800 yuan. However, Zhao Shanhe's savings had been spent, and he began to borrow money from everywhere.
The brothers were still willing to lend him money, but later on, everyone knew that this was a bottomless pit. Whenever Gillian asked to borrow money, she would avoid it.
In the fifth year of Zhao Shanhe's paralysis, his family's economy had completely collapsed.
In the sixth year of Zhao Shanhe's paralysis, Gillian started working, and her occupation was riding a tricycle, which is also a "board". It was the same occupation as Lao Wu back then, but Lao Wu was already riding a tricycle in my life with his own sweat.
Three small supermarkets have opened in the city, just like a small boss
Among the hundreds of tricycle drivers in our city, the total number of women riding tricycles does not exceed ten.
In 2003, among the less than ten female rickshaw pullers, there was Gillian. Eight years ago, she was a famous beauty in the city.
Gillian was definitely a lazy person before, and it was even harder for her to work. It is said that in 1996, the magazine she read was "Ruili". At that time, it was definitely an avant-garde magazine, and it was definitely "a prodigal old woman."
"Training Manual". At that time, few people in the city knew that there was such a magazine. At that time, Gillian used this "Ruili", which had nurtured and trained thousands of Chinese prodigal old ladies for more than ten years in the future, to guide her in daily necessities, food, housing and transportation.
It shows how wasteful she is
But when there was no way to untie the pot at home and she had no way out, looking at her smart child with a big head and a big head and her idol Zhao Shanhe who was lying motionless on the bed, she took to the streets and rode a tricycle. It is said that she
The reason why you don't want to be a salesperson but ride a tricycle is that you can earn about 900-1,000 yuan per month from riding a tricycle, but you can only earn about 600 yuan per month from being a salesperson. The difference between the two is 300 yuan.
Money, without these 300 yuan, her son wouldn't be able to even afford 1,000 yuan to go to school, and maybe he wouldn't be able to buy half of her skirt back then.
Ergou thinks that she is still respectable. If she chooses to be a prostitute, her income will definitely be higher than this. She will definitely be the number one. But she didn't go. Is it because she is loyal to Zhao Shanhe or because she wants to prevent her son from being raped?
People make irresponsible remarks, but Ergou has no idea. In short, she chose to rely on her own physical strength and sweat to make a living. The most primitive thing
Speaking of Gillian, Ergou thought of the heroes fighting in the earthquake-stricken areas now. They may not all be perfect. The officials, police, and People's Liberation Army who are sacrificing themselves to save others in the earthquake-stricken areas may perhaps treat the disaster as not real.
When disaster strikes, some of them may be corrupt officials who often think about how to plunder people's wealth, or police officers who often bully and bully ordinary people, or they may be "bad soldiers" who often smoke and drink in military camps. But when disaster strikes, almost all of them are
The brilliance of humanity burst out. In the face of a major disaster, they were fearless and moved forward bravely, moving a grown man like Ergou to tears.
In China, during peacetime, the Chinese people may show more selfishness, cowardice and greed. But when the country faces a national crisis, the bravery and selflessness of the Chinese people have become the key words. There are endless people and events that can be praised and praised, which can always move onlookers.
Bring tears to my eyes
Here, we pay tribute to the heroes fighting in the disaster area!
Also pay tribute to Gillian
Gillian always wears a red gauze scarf on her head and face when riding a tricycle, fearing that others will recognize her. Even in the summer when the high temperature in our city reaches 35 degrees at noon, Gillian never takes off the scarf on her face.
She wore a red gauze scarf, but some people could still recognize her from her big watery eyes and long eyelashes. Later, she cut off her long hair and wore a hat.
"Are you Gillian?" Passengers who recognized her would sometimes ask. Everyone couldn't believe that the stunning beauty back then was the dirty woman rickshaw driver in front of them today.
"You admit it wrong, I am not." Whenever she answers like this, Gillian always subconsciously pulls up the red gauze scarf.
This is Gillian, no matter the severe cold or scorching heat, she uses her slender legs that were coveted by almost all the boys in the city to support this declining family. Every time she sees her son's pair of legs full of longing and hope
With her eyes open, Gillian will be full of motivation, pedaling from Tienan to the northern suburbs, from the eastern suburbs to the west of the city, letting the rain wash away, letting the dust hit her face, letting the wind and frost bite her bones...
It can be said that a year later, even if Gillian didn't wear a scarf, no one would recognize her. She was 30 years old at the time, but she looked at least 40 years old.
This family, thanks to Gillian's efforts, can barely be regarded as a family.
One day in the spring of 2003, Gillian's tricycle was confiscated for violating traffic regulations and she was fined 500 yuan. It is said that Gillian only had more than 40 yuan in her pocket at that time, which was not enough to pay the fine.
That night, Gillian walked home
When she walked to the door of her house, she saw her son who was covered in blood and his face was covered with dirt.
"Who did you fight with?" Gillian was very angry. Although she liked Zhao Shanhe because of his ability to fight, she is now too afraid that her son will take this road again.
"I didn't fight" Zhao Shanhe's son looked aggrieved
"Then how did you end up like this?" Gillian knew her son very well. He was a good boy and rarely fought with others. "Someone else hit me!" Zhao Shanhe's son cried. "Who hit you?" Gillian asked, "The one next door."
That big kid at the dumpling restaurant”
"Why did I hit you?"
"…………"
"Tell me, why did I hit you?"
"Mom... I saw someone eating dumplings in his restaurant. I grabbed one on the plate and ate it."
"How can you eat other people's food? Don't we have something to eat at home?" Gillian hit her son "..."
"Mom, I'm hungry..."
"Don't take other people's food to eat when you are hungry."
"...Mom, I want to eat dumplings. I have never eaten dumplings..." Zhao Shanhe's son cried.
"…………"
Gillian cried, yes, her son has never eaten dumplings since he can remember. Even during the Spring Festival, she had to go to the streets and ride three wheels. How could she have the time or energy to make dumplings? With her family's financial situation,
It's even more impossible to go to a restaurant to eat
"...Son, please go home first. Mom is going to the street now. Let's eat dumplings tonight," Gillian said with tears in her eyes, stroking her son's head.
"Mom, you are so kind!" The son jumped up and left happily.
"I want to eat dumplings tonight!" After walking far away, Gillian could still hear her son's cheers.
Gillian went to the farmer's market and bought two pounds of white flour, two pounds of pork, one pound of celery, and a pack of rat poison, spending more than 40 yuan in her pocket.
Gillian, her only source of survival was confiscated. Looking at Zhao Shanhe and her bullied son lying on the bed, she no longer had the courage to live. This woman has reached the limit of what a woman can endure.
In the evening, the Zhao Shanhe family ate dumplings. No one knows how happy and full they were. What everyone knows is that that night, three members of the Zhao Shanhe family died suddenly, with bleeding from all their orifices. Gillian and Zhao Shanhe were lying on the bed, and their son was lying on the bed.
on the ground
Zhao Shanhe, after struggling for half his life, was neither killed by Zhang Yue nor beaten to death by Zhao Hongbing, but died at the hands of the person who loved him most. When he was short-lived, did he think of the fact that he was arrogant and domineering and bullied everyone he met?
Time?
Gillian, who had a lot of glory when she was young, chose Zhao Shanhe. Although she had a hard time, her subsequent behavior was undoubtedly worthy of respect. When he was dying, did he think of himself, Pingping Tingting, who smiled like a flower and ignored everyone?
Discourage the time to marry Zhao Shanhe contentedly?
My son, I ate the first dumpling in my memory, and it was also the last dumpling. The flower withered before it bloomed. Perhaps, he should not have come to this world in the first place.
Zhao Shanhe, who is under Jiuquan, must not know that his social buddies, who were almost as famous as him but not very successful, have already lived in villas and driven Mercedes-Benz.
Gillian, who is under the spell, must not know that the "Training Manual for Old Housewives" and "Ruili" have now become the "Complete Training Manual for Old Housewives". It is no longer the same book as it was back then. It has all kinds of clothing and home furnishings.
The white rabbit wanders around. The clothes are not as good as new, and the people are not as good as before. The topic returns to Zhao Hongbing among the wounded in the gang of the red soldier brother. The most seriously injured is Wang Yu. His life is in danger and he has hemopneumothorax.
Having difficulty breathing, Wang Yu was already semi-conscious after the hurried fight.
Ma San, who had just picked up half of his nose from the ground, looked at Wang Yu who was in critical condition and was worried. After all, this was the person he loved most in his life.
In the car that took Wang Yu to the hospital, Ma San kept sobbing quietly and hugging Wang Yu tightly.
When Wang Yu fell into coma, Ma San gave him a passionate kiss. A drop of tears and a drop of blood from his nose fell on Wang Yu's delicate face. Slowly, tenderness and tears fell from Wang Yu's cheeks...
…
Just like a prince kissing a sleeping beauty, after Ma San kissed Wang Yu, Wang Yu woke up
"Keep you in my heart with a kiss, in my heart, you are my girl, give me a deep kiss", Andy Lau sang
Who can understand Ma San's pure love and pure Platonic feelings that transcend body and gender? How many people can understand it?