2020-04-19 05:10 AM

Tanta, Western Province, Egypt

I haven't been home for a long time because I'm staying at the school, and I suddenly want to go home today, so I simply packed my schoolbag and left for home. Soon after entering the village, I came to the alley where my house belonged, and I saw rows of new and neat brick houses, and I wondered when my family had such houses. If you look closer, it turned out to be our neighbor's house, and then I looked up and looked ahead, the broken yard built in 1999 was my home (there was no brick land around and around the yard), and pedestrians on the road would come to point out this small yard when they passed by. It was this little courtyard that was the most broken in the whole village, and it humiliated me and warmed me when I approached it.

I found that the gate of the yard was locked, and then I suddenly remembered that my mother told me a few days ago that she was going to my grandmother's house, and at this time, the young man next door held his hand behind his back, and came to me slowly, and said, "This rotten house of yours has to be demolished and rebuilt, and now it has collapsed to this extent, no matter how poor you are, you have to rebuild it." Then he walked slowly to the east-facing house, and my eyes followed his figure only to suddenly realize that the large dry aspen tree in the yard had suddenly been blown by the wind, and fell down, knocking down half of the broken house in the house.

I quickly took out the key from my bag and opened the door to go in, I thought that my mother probably didn't know about the collapse of the house, and from the inside of the yard, half of the house had collapsed, and the other half was still fine. So I cautiously pushed open the door of the room that had been knocked down. There were pots of boiled nomadic soup on the head of the kang, and a few slices of beef floated on top of the noodle soup, and some of the slag, bricks, and wood that fell from the roof were stewed into the noodle soup along with the few slices of beef, but even so, I only had the pots of nomadic soup in my eyes, and as for the bricks that fell into it because of the collapse of the house, it seemed that they did not exist in my eyes, anyway, I was hungry, and I just wanted to eat (perhaps more because I was reluctant to throw it away). I think my mother must have brought it back from her grandmother's house.

After looking for my mother in the collapsed house for a long time, I found that my mother was not there, so I went to the stove and took a pot of powdered soup into the pot with a spoon and prepared to eat it hot. Just as he was about to find firewood to light the fire, his mother walked in. She looked at me very calmly and said, "My son is back", then raised her head and looked around the collapsed house, then rushed to the stove and squatted down to make a fire to give me hot powder soup, and kept muttering, "It's completely gone, hey, it's time to collapse, it's time to collapse."

I was going to school early the next morning, and my mother said she was going to the field to see how the millet was going this year. Along the way, I didn't say a word to my mother, and when I got to the ground, my mother looked at the ten acres of land from a distance, and only a dozen millet trees grew in the ten acres of land, and sat on the ground very depressed, looked at me and said: "Hey, this year's harvest is gone, the house has collapsed, son, our family can't survive." I didn't say a word, and then I got up and walked towards the school, my heart weighing down like a boulder.

I was in the second year of junior high school in a decent middle school in the city, and my grades belonged to the kind of class that was not a top student or a scumbag. Less than 200 meters away from the school gate, the director of the school and several homeroom teachers could be seen in the distance to greet the students who arrived in the morning. Suddenly, the school bell rang, and my heart chuckled, "It's over, I'm studying early, I'm late today, will the English teacher see that I'm not particularly angry, and will I be beaten again today?" So I started to trot all the way to the school gate, and after I stepped into the school gate, a teacher from another class suddenly grabbed me, he seemed to know me, and then asked me, "Are you from class 6?" I replied yes. So he picked up his phone with one hand and didn't know who to call, and grabbed me by the collar with the other for fear that I would run away. "Teacher Li, let you laugh at my student for being late yesterday, it's your turn today, congratulations, one of your students is late." Needless to say, the call must have been made to the English teacher, who then let me go, and I ran in the direction of the classroom building, thinking about how to make up a good reason to explain to the English teacher, or praying that she would be in the office instead of the classroom. Suddenly, a white sedan overtook me and stopped in front of me, and when I got closer, the people in the car poked their heads out and shouted at me......

"Haruki, park the car with me", this is the rich second generation in the class, he asked me to go to the parking lot with me, just because he was late and wanted to pull a person who was punished together. Of course, I didn't think about it, maybe I agreed because he was rich. After getting on the bus, he took me to look for a parking space on campus, but today I came late, and the parking spaces near the teaching building were all gone, so I had to go to the remote playground or laboratory building to find a parking space. But I don't know why, the rich second generation took me to the middle of the playground and saw a few parking spaces, but he just didn't stop, but continued to rush forward as fast as possible. I asked him why he didn't stop there, and he suddenly panicked and shouted at me, "Haruki, the car's brakes are failing." So, as we both screamed, the car crashed through the fence on the side of the playground and fell into a street lower than the school.

The rich second generation ran in a panic and controlled the direction, and at the same time he was at a loss with a sad face. After the car continued to sprint forward for a kilometer or two, I suggested that the rich second generation find the kind of road with a relatively large slope, so that the speed may slowly decrease, but the rich second generation told me that he was completely weak, I don't know what to do, seeing this situation, my first instinct is that I can't wait for death, so my hand is stretched out from the co-pilot and put it on the steering wheel to control the direction. Two minutes later, I finally saw a very steep slope, and after a sharp turn, the car entered the slope smoothly, almost climbed more than 200 meters, and the car stopped, and at this time I found that the brakes of the car had also been repaired. In view of the situation of the rich second generation, the car would never dare to let him drive, so I swapped seats with him and I drove him back to school.

On the way back to school, I found a deceased child lying in a pool of blood on the road, apparently in a car accident. I parked the car in front of the police car that was dealing with the accident, and I got out of the car and walked straight to the police to inquire about the situation, as for the late school, I had long forgotten about it. After questioning the police, it turned out that the child had been involved in a car accident half an hour earlier, and the police car on duty was parked on the side of the road less than two meters away from the child's car accident. Because there was no surveillance on the street, the police contacted 120 while asking the surrounding people about the situation. After the gossip about the situation, I went back to the car to go to school, and suddenly remembered that we had passed by here half an hour ago, and there was a dashcam in the car, maybe I could take a look and help the police provide some information. So the rich second generation and I turned on the dashcam to see the image of the car on this street half an hour ago. However, when I and the rich second generation after watching the dash cam, my legs were weak, it turned out that the police car had already stopped on the side of the road, it was parked there in the opposite direction, the car brake failure would just go to the police car, the child rode a bicycle in the opposite direction, because the child had a car behind him, he could not change lanes to the right road, the left road in front of him was occupied by the car and the police car of the rich second generation, he could only choose to ride through the gap between the police car and the car of the rich second generation, But just when the child was about to ride over, he was accidentally scratched by the fast-moving car of the rich second generation and fell, and then the two big trucks behind the child suddenly went in the opposite direction, and because of the line of sight, he didn't see the child and pressed straight over the child. So the death of the child and I also have something to do with the rich second generation, so after various ideological struggles, we discussed whether to turn ourselves in. Then got out of the car and handed over the dashcam to the police, but the police comforted and thanked the police after reading the dashcam: "You are passing normally, me, the child, and the truck are all going in the wrong direction, violating the rules, the responsibility is ours, not you, so you go, we bear this responsibility." After hearing the news, I was happy that I and the rich second generation did not have to go to prison, but I felt sad that I lost a young life.

When I was about to drive away with the rich second generation, someone suddenly shouted at me: "Brother Shu, I bought a few bottles of rose water from you, and there is a sauerkraut smell in it, you give me a refund, otherwise I will give you a bad review." When I looked back, it turned out to be Ma Yidi, a little brother who used to have a good relationship with me, but then broke off contact and didn't see him for many years. I replied: "Give me the rose water, I'll give you a refund", but he said that the rose water is in his house and he needs me to pick it up with him. On the way, I asked him why he hadn't contacted me for so many years, and he told me, "Because Brother Shu, you are too selfish." I lowered my head for a long time and didn't speak, and when he went into the house to get rose water, I put a refund of three hundred dollars at his door, and quietly left.

After leaving Ma Yidi's house, I was about to go home directly and wanted to accompany my mother, when I met six young men frolicking on the street, I saw that one of the young men was very familiar, he was very similar to one of my former tenants, although he was my tenant, but the two of us had a very good relationship, so I shouted at him: "Ma Zi"? The moment he raised his head, the two of us confirmed that we were not mistaken, he immediately ran over and hugged me, and then said very happily: "Ah, Brother Shu, I saw you on the first day I was released from prison, brother, I miss you so much." After a while of greeting him, I was very happy to meet him again, once the pony had something to do and was arrested, and I felt that I might never see him again when the house expired. I offered to invite him to dinner together, he readily agreed, so he took several of his brothers and I to a nearby restaurant to eat, everyone went in and sat down, and then Xiao Mazi said to his brothers beside him: "What do you eat first, I'll go inside with Brother Shu to chat", and then he called me to a private room, and asked the waiter to move in a box of Xixia X5 beer, looking at me with a smile and saying: "Brother, I miss you so much, I haven't seen you for so long, I have a lot to say to you, Our brothers must get drunk today and not go home." As he spoke, he handed me a freshly opened bottle of cold beer.

"Brother, I've quit drinking, my old mother is still at home, I have to go back to be with her," I replied.

"It's okay brother, drink less, forget it, if my brother doesn't drink, I'll change a cup of tea for you", after saying that, he got up and went to the waiter to make me tea.

Suddenly, the sound of Bunker in the mosque outside, it was dark in front of him, his hand was dark and he took down his mobile phone on the bedside table, it was more than five o'clock in the morning Cairo time, he opened WeChat and found Xiaomazi, and sent him a message, "Mazi, where the are you?" Let me know when you see the news."

The last time Pony replied to my message was on November 20, 2018, and I haven't seen him since.