Chapter 2: The Dusty Past
Jiawei suddenly remembered that the school planted the hepatitis A vaccine that year.
"Take the volunteer, if you want to get vaccinated, you can go to the teacher and pay 200 yuan per person." Jiawei looked at the teacher's serious expression and appealed on the podium about the horror of hepatitis A, and the solemn and inviolable voice aggravated the students' fear of hepatitis A. Many of my classmates paid their money one after another. But Jiawei was hesitant, because he knew the situation of his family, and the money was almost the same as his mother's salary for a week. But hepatitis A sounds scary.
After the teacher matched the number of money with the number of people, he looked down and said, "Students who don't have a good idea can pay tomorrow." ”
On the way back, Jiawei kept imagining his questions and his mother's answers, but he denied them again and again, as if he was constantly erasing with a pencil and an eraser on a notebook, and the book was almost rotten but he couldn't write anything to write. Finally, the opening line was designed, but when I opened the door, I swallowed the words of my mother again, and just quietly walked into the room. But the hesitant mood did not end, Jiawei kept asking himself if he wanted to tell his mother, but he didn't even have a convinced answer. After eating, Jiawei did not return to the desk to study as usual, but sat behind the woman and watched his mother's rickety back washing dishes in the dim kitchen.
The woman seemed to notice that her son was not quite the same today. "What's the matter, Jiawei, why don't you go to study yet."
Jiawei swallowed: "Mom, the school said that you can get hepatitis A vaccine, 200 yuan per person." ”
The moment he said it, Jiawei suddenly regretted it, and still remembered that he bought a 236 yuan dress in a specialty store a while ago, and when his mother left, he angrily took the clothes and walked out regardless of himself, and roared loudly echoing the voice in the whole store, I will never come to your house to buy clothes in the future, a broken dress is so expensive. Jia Wei will never forget, the people around him looked at him with surprise and consternation, Jia Wei didn't even know how he walked out of the store, how he walked home. I only know that this matter is imprinted on my little heart, and I can't get rid of it.
"Well, you wait." The woman took out a wad of toilet paper from her clothes and carefully peeled off the toilet paper. Two hundred. The woman solemnly handed it to Jiawei and said, "This is two hundred yuan, remember not to lose it." ”
The woman continued to wash the dishes, and Jia Wei's face was full of surprise in the gray kitchen.
Why didn't mom say anything.
In the classroom, Jia Wei carried the 200 yuan in his pocket, constantly convinced of its real existence, and that sense of unreality made Jia Wei linger for a long time until the last self-study class.
The teacher walked up to the podium and said lightly: "Today is the last day, and the students who want to pay the money must hand it over to me before school, and they can't pay it again tomorrow." "I started to continue grading my homework.
Do you want to pay it?
The clock was ticking, Jia Wei looked up at the head teacher, she seriously corrected the homework and didn't find that Jia Wei was not studying at all, Jia Wei's expression revealed the boredom and anxiety as if swallowed up by this silent classroom, everything was buried under the rustle of those pens across the paper. Jiawei felt that he was about to suffocate, and he made up his mind to go up, otherwise he would definitely be suppressed to death.
"Teacher, I want to get vaccinated, it's money." Jiawei felt sweat in his palms.
"Okay, you wait." The woman in front of her rummaged through her messy things on her desk, but in the end she didn't find anything, she raised her head awkwardly and said: "I'm sorry, I can't find that book, or I'll write it down in this book first, and then vacate it on that book, anyway, I took the money, don't worry." ”
"Yes, okay, thank you, teacher." Jiawei handed the money in his hand to the teacher, and the teacher put the money in the wallet and said lightly: "It's okay, you go down to study." ”
"Goodbye, teacher." Jia Wei quietly breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Yes." The woman began to bow her head again to correct her homework, and Jiawei felt that the long-suppressed stone in her heart had finally been put down.
Jiawei came home and opened the iron door, and when he was holding the wooden door, he heard a man roaring: "I earn money for this family all day long, and I can't even eat a hot meal when I go home, my money is used to raise pigs, you see who hasn't eaten at half past six in the whole community." ”
"You didn't give me your money, I spent my own money. And I just came back from work, how can I get the meal ready. ”
"What kind of things at home I didn't buy, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea, pots and pans, gas, water and electricity, you will buy a green cabbage and cabbage, you raise rabbits, and I don't know how to buy some meat back. And even if you rent a house like mine outside, it will cost 1,600, and there is no such hard work in the world as mine, so it is better to hire a nanny. ”
Jiawei's hand stopped on the handrail of the door, and the huge sense of pressure made Jiawei a little unable to move. ”
The man didn't notice the slight sound of the door opening because of the violent quarrel, and turned around and shouted: "What are you hiding at the door, do you want to wait for the family to cook ready-made meals, hurry up and roll me in, you see this dirty ground, I don't know how to drag it down, go, hurry up and drag the ground." ”
"Jiawei, you're back, what are you dragging, go in and study." The mother hurried out of the kitchen, standing between Jiawei and the man.
"Learn fart, Lao Tzu has worked as much as he does, finish the work first, I can't stand the dirty, why don't you two sloppy people stand it, I really haven't seen it in my life." The man raised his voice.
"I'll drag it, the child has to learn." The woman's voice took on a pleading tone
"Who are you dragging to cook, do you want to starve Lao Tzu to death, you hurry up and cook." The man makes a vicious voice to emphasize that his decision cannot be disobeyed.
Jia Wei pulled the corner of his mother's clothes and said, "Mom, it's okay, I'll drag it." ”