"I'm so stupid. It's true. ”

Wang Chong raised his unsparkling eyes and said, "I only know that plastic foam can easily catch fire, but I don't know that stones can also catch fire." As soon as I got up early in the morning, I ran to the warehouse, grabbed a basket of stones, and told Fat Ding to go outside......"

"That's white phosphorus. The woman sitting on the edge of the bed interrupted him. The woman did not wear makeup, and there were some faint wrinkles at the corners of her eyes.

"White phosphorus, white phosphorus. Wang Chong pondered, and then jumped up from the bed all of a sudden, "White phosphorus?"

The woman looked at Wang Chong with a complicated look in her eyes.

"You sit down first. She said, "How do you feel?"

Wang Chongcai remembered, he looked at himself. This glance frightened him, and his palms were the color of roasted meat, completely black in some places, and pink in other places as if they were undercooked. The arms are also mottled and craggy, as if they have just been gnawed by a wild boar.

"Ahh

The woman sat on the side and did not react.

"Ahh

"Wang Chong, can you be quiet?" the woman interrupted.

Wang Chong stopped and looked at the woman in a daze. The woman's face was haggard, she kept looking at Wang Chong and didn't speak. Wang Chong blinked a little embarrassedly, and at this moment, he realized that something was wrong.

The woman burst into tears, as if she had been holding back for a long time, and as soon as she cried, she couldn't stop crying, and her shoulders began to tremble incessantly.

Wang Chong reached out and touched his eyes, and his previous uneasy premonition turned into reality—judging from the undulation of the skin around his eyes, the situation must be similar to that of his hands.

Wang Chong lowered his head. After a long time, he said, "Where's the fat ding?"

The woman did not answer, still bowing her head and crying.

Wang Chong looked at his hand, he squeezed himself hard, and there was no pain. As if aware of something, he slapped his palm against the wall, but there was only a snapping sound in his ears, and his hand didn't feel anything.

Wang Chong lowered his hand weakly. He sat up straight and looked at the window, where the curtains were glowing dimly.

"Mom. Wang Chong said.

The woman had not stopped crying, and she looked up at her son, who was completely dark red and only kept the shape of a human being.

"Let's pull the curtains back. Wang Chong said.

"No, I can't. The woman said, "The doctor said you should try to see as little light as possible at the moment." ”

"Doctor?" Wang Chong smiled bitterly, "Is it really a doctor? If it is a doctor, I am saved, why is Fat Ding not?"

"I'm sorry. The woman said.

"Where's Dad?" Wang Chong said.

"Your father's company can't get out of the business, he comes over every night to accompany you. The woman said.

Wang Chong was silent.

"I killed Fat Ding. ”

"No, no, son," the woman put her arms around Wang Chong, Wang Chong's hard skin against her chest, "It's not your fault. ”

"It's me," Wang Chong finally wanted to cry, but his tears couldn't flow, "I put the pile of white phosphorus outside, and I didn't drag Fat Ding to the factory to get ammonium carbonate, the teacher said in class that thing stinks, I want to take some to tease Xiaoxin to play......"

The woman gently stroked his head and said nothing.

But Wang Chong couldn't feel the touch, his whole body was unconscious now, and he could only judge what he was touching by his eyes. So he felt that the situation was a little weird, and the woman suddenly stopped talking, didn't move, and didn't seem to be crying.

Wang Chong broke free all of a sudden.

The woman looked at Wang Chong, a little panicked and puzzled.

Wang Chong looked at the woman, then pulled the quilt open and touched his nose with his hand. He still didn't feel anything.

"Mom, I don't feel it anymore. Wang Chong felt that he should use a crying voice at this time, but as soon as the voice came out, it didn't feel like that.

The woman was not surprised. Wang Chong guessed that she had already understood what would happen when she woke up before she was treated.

"Mom......" Wang Chong said, "Who saved me?"

"You'll see him in a few days. The woman said. She paused for a moment, "You have to thank him." ”

"Hmm......" Wang Chong said. It's alive, it's just the way it looks......

Anyway, I survived.

"Mom. You can leave me alone for a while. Wang Chong said.

The woman was about to agree, but shook her head resolutely as if she had thought of something.

Wang Chong knew what she was thinking. But he couldn't assure his mother that he wouldn't. What's the point of being alive now?

It does make sense to be alive. Wang Chong thought.

But what's the point of living?

Wang Chong watched the woman desperately squeeze tears, he thought that as long as he cried, he would be able to cry with his mother. He is only fourteen, and when this kind of thing happens at a good age, everyone wants to cry. If you don't cry, you always feel panicked.

Still can't cry.

it?

Wang Chong suddenly remembered something. He sat up from the bed: "Mom, is there a mirror?"

"Do you want to see it?" said the woman, "and don't look at it yet." ”

"I want to see. Wang Chong's tone was firm.

"Alas. The woman said, taking out the vanity mirror from her bag.

Wang Chong's eyes were sour—but he couldn't use acid, he couldn't be sour anymore—Wang Chong's eyes twitched, he knew that his mother was still the most accustomed to himself as before, as long as he spoke in such a tone, his mother would always listen to him.

Wang Chong took the makeup mirror.

"Ahh

The woman sat on the side and did not react.

"Ahh

The woman did not speak. Anyway, whether you talk or not, you can't change the facts.

"Where's my nose?" Wang Chong looked at himself in the mirror, two small holes in the undulating red flesh - that was his eye - and a black zipper underneath, which was his mouth, "What about my nose?" Wang Chong was about to cry, his nose was gone.

But I can't cry anyway...... It's just right to have no nose, stop crying, hold your breath and wait to die.

Wang Chong closed his eyes. He didn't want to look any further.

Luckily, the eyes are still there.

Although it is two holes.

I can see things.

But the mouth?

What the hell is a zipper?

"Why don't you give me a skin graft?" Wang Chong suddenly thought, "Isn't it possible to have a skin graft? You have the money to save me, why don't you give me a skin graft?"

"Professor Chen said that your skin is almost burned out and must be locked up first," the woman said, "and if you are already able to maintain normal vital signs, you will probably die if you take the risk of skin grafting." ”

"I'd rather die!" Wang Chong yelled. But the voice popped out of his mouth, and it was not a roar at all. His vocal cords were burned out, too, and now his voice was a bit flu-like, decent, emotionless.

The woman looked at him for a long time before she said, "Do you know how hard it is to survive?"

Wang Chong did not speak. He thought of Fat Ding again.

"Live well," the woman hugged Wang Chong in her arms and cried again, "Son, live well." ”

Wang Chong touched his ears, and when he looked in the mirror just now, he also saw his ears, which were originally two black earphones in the same place.

I don't know if the ears are still there.

After a long while, the woman finally stopped crying.

"Son. The woman grabbed Wang Chong's hand and wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't say anything.

Wang Chong patted his mother's shoulder. Even though he was unconscious, he could still feel his mother's shoulders the same as before. Mom is a crying woman, and he has been comforting her not to cry since she was thirteen years old, that is, last year. He had just grown taller than his mother.

"Mom," Wang Chong said, "I'll be alive." ”

"I'll be alive......" Wang Chong muttered as he looked at the window. Despite the curtains, there was still a hazy light coming through the window.

It should be evening. The inside of the ward was dim and dim, and through the curtains, you could vaguely see several lights outside the window one after another. Under those lights, how many healthy people with noses, boys and girls, teenagers his age, newborn babies and old people, and middle-aged people who were the same age as his parents.

Yesterday he was just like them......

What time is it?

Wang Chong glanced at the electronic clock hanging across the bed, and the few red numbers on the display were exceptionally bright in the dimly lit room.

12.24。

"Christmas Eve......" Wang Chong thought. He remembered the apple that Xiao Xin gave him on Christmas Eve last year, the school radio played Beethoven's "Ode to Joy", Wang Chong put his apple on Xiao Xin's table, and Fat Ding smiled next to him and said, "Everyone should be safe and ...... on Christmas Eve"

Chubby Ding.

The door to the ward was opened, and Dad walked in with his bag.

"Son, you're awake!"

Wang Chong smiled at his father, but he knew that he definitely didn't look like he was smiling now.

Dad put his bag on the table and walked over to the bed. Wang Chong could see the sadness behind his father's happy face.

Dad held his hand and frowned as he looked at his face and rotten skin on his body. Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he got up and walked to the table and pulled out three apples from his bag.

"Be safe on Christmas Eve," he said, "Merry Christmas, son." ”

Wang Chong took the apple. He wanted to take a bite, but found himself in a zippered mouth...... There is no sensation in the teeth.

For a moment, Wang Chong just wanted to throw away the apple, rushed to the window, opened the window and jumped down.

"We all want to be safe. Mom said.

Wang Chong closed his eyes and hugged his parents. He didn't remember what he was thinking, or what he was thinking, and he really didn't want to think about anything.

He will always remember that day.

August 30, 2009, the day before school started. He and his best friend, Fat Ding, come across a fire.

On December 24, 2009, Fat Ding died, and he is still alive.