My head buzzed. The long-haired young man squeezing to my right was standing facing me, but now he turned away.

"Give me back the money." I tapped him on the shoulder.

"What?" "Long hair" shakes the hair.

"Give me the money back! You took my money! I said.

A lot of people looked at me. The bus continued unhurriedly.

"Say it again." "Long hair" is extremely unfriendly.

"I saw it. Give me my money back! "I've got to get the money back, and I've got to get the money back!

"Die." "Long haired" originally grabbed the ring, and let go of the ring, and it was a punch to me.

"You steal my money and beat people?" I screamed because I had been really smacked.

"I'm telling you nonsense."

Long Hair threw two more punches, but I dodged them. I reached out and grabbed the collar of my long hair.

Long hair is half a head shorter than mine. He tried to shake off my hand but couldn't.

Three young men squeezed in. "What's wrong? What's wrong? ”

"Damn, this hillbilly actually said I stole his money. I'm fucking pissed off. ”

"I think he's underwhelmed. Flatten him! Said one of the three little youngsters.

The passengers around me squeezed to the side. I subconsciously let go of my hand. It's clear that they're in a group.

Before I could be afraid, I was beaten by four men and put on the carriage. Fortunately, the bus was cramped, and the punches and kicks that kicked me were not very strong. I curled up with my head in my hands, like every time I was knocked down.

There were no less than forty or fifty people on the bus, but none of them came forward to stop them.

No one said what he pleaded for.

It wasn't until the bus stopped that the four young men stopped beating and got off the bus and left.

"Fuck, this one doesn't know whether to live or die!"

"Hillbilly!"

"Cheap him."

"Hahahaha!"

The four of them walked away.

Just like the scene in the TV series, the crowd began to boil when the gangsters left. Swearing, condemning, shaking heads, sympathizing, everything.

I bit my lower lip tightly with my upper teeth.

A woman in her fifties bent over to help me up. "Get up, child. Poor child. ”

I don't speak.

"If you meet these people, you will admit it. Oops, these people are really ruthless. His face was purple. The woman shook her head.

"What can I do now?" What I thought about was that I couldn't even go back if I lost my money. That's the scariest thing.

"Let's learn a lesson. Next time the money will be put away. I only have ten dollars here, you can take it. The woman brought ten dollars.

"Ah," I said, looking up at the woman, a warm current flowing through my body, "thank you, Auntie, thank you, Auntie." ”

"Hey. Poor child. ”

Years later, I can still remember the face of that charitable aunt. Because of her age, she has some freckles (age spots) on her cheeks, but these freckles can't hide her kindness and helplessness about certain social phenomena.

I relied on the 10 yuan given to me by this charitable woman and then took two buses to the maternal and child health hospital. It was already four o'clock in the afternoon. The late autumn sunset was blocked behind the tall buildings, and the vehicles on the street in front of the Provincial Maternal and Child Health Hospital crushed the maple leaves that fell to the ground, and the maple leaves were carried away by the wheels and rolled and spun on the street.

It was very windy.

I walked into the hospital lobby nervously. If I still can't find the fire storage jade this time, I can only go home. Sadly, I don't know if I'll be able to "go home" – I'm destitute.

The hall was empty. On the two rows of benches to the right of the entrance sat only an old man, with a snakeskin bag beside him. The front of the guidance table was empty, and the nurse in charge of the guidance had already left or left work.

I walked to the paywindow.

"Excuse me......"

"You can see clearly, this is the Maternal and Child Health Hospital, you went to the wrong hospital." The staff inside said suddenly.

"I'm here at the Maternal and Child Health Hospital." I'm baffled.

"There's no one here to treat bruises."

"Ah...... You misunderstood, I'm not here to see a doctor. I'm here to find someone. "I understand that it was the scars on my face that made the other party misunderstand.

"Who are you looking for?"

"I wonder if there is a person named Chu Huoyu who has come here today to see a doctor or have a check-up." I say.

"I can help you find out who came to me today to pay the bill*. If she comes to our hospital for a check-up or a doctor, she will definitely come to me to pay the bill. "The staff were very helpful.

"Thank you, thank you so much." I'm excited.

"What's the patient's name?"

"It's called Fire Storage." I told the staff how to write the three words Chu Huoyu.

"Wait a minute."

I watched as the toll collector flipped through the bills one by one.

"There is no such person. I read all the bills. "After going through all the bills, the staff said to me.

"Oh, thanks. Sorry for your help. ”

I walked to the door of the hospital. From this vantage point, you can see the rays of the setting sun shining through the cracks between the two buildings. The sun is about to set.

That's what I feared the most.

I hesitated for a moment and turned back into the hall and walked down the hallway to the second floor, but when I got to the entrance, I gave up the idea of going upstairs to ask the doctor. The credentials of the toll collectors are the most convincing. It is certain that Chu Huoyu did not come to this hospital.

This was really unexpected. It's the mindset that is to blame. Because Chu Huoyu in Hua'an always went to the maternal and child health hospital for examination, I subconsciously thought that she was also looking for a maternal and child health hospital in the provincial capital.

Chu Huoyu didn't come to the Maternal and Child Health Hospital, so which hospital would she go to? There are so many hospitals in the provincial city, which one should I go to?

But I immediately realized that it was no longer realistic for me to go to find the Fire Storage Jade again. I'm no longer able to protect myself. I only had nine yuan left, and I didn't know how to go back to Hua'an Railway Middle School.

And I have to go back to Hua'an right away. The sooner I return, the better, or I'll be left on the streets. That's really troublesome.

Because—

Xiong Yanfei is still waiting for me.

When I left the Provincial Maternal and Child Health Hospital, I got on a bus that could transfer to the train station. The bus was empty, but I kept the few dollars in my hand and put my hand in my trouser pocket. Eat a trench and grow a wisdom, this money can not be dropped again.

I can't describe how I feel at this moment. Thinking that Chu Huoyu has "disappeared" since then, I feel extremely guilty. I thought that as long as I found her, even if I couldn't persuade her, my act of coming to the provincial capital to find her would give her the motivation to fight the disease.

Chu Huoyu would at least be moved, and she would feel that she was not fighting alone. If her tumor is really malignant, she may also increase her courage to live.

I couldn't help but beat my head. I didn't even do that.

I can't do anything right now.

And the thought of going back made me panic again. Nine dollars, can I go back to Hua'an?

I have two options to choose from. One is a mixed train. I usually hear classmates talk about how to mix trains and how to evade tickets to go to big cities to play. The second is mixed buses. The shuttle bus can't be mixed, so I can only negotiate with the conductor and ask the driver to take me back to Hua'an to make up the ticket. As long as you get to Hua'an, everything is easy to do.

I chose to mix the trains. Because, if the mixed train is successful, you can go to Hua'an that night, and the few dollars left on your body can buy things to fill your stomach. If it is a mixed bus, it means that you have to spend the night in the provincial capital. How will the long night be spent? Shall not my stomach complain all the time? What is more worrying is what if the shuttle driver does not agree? The odds are great.

I spent five dollars to get to the train station, and I only had seven dollars and five cents left.

I first went to the ticket office to find out which trains would pass through Hua'an. There are several trips. I'm interested in the 7:05 p.m. ride. The train arrived in Hua'an at 11:10 p.m. that night, and if I succeeded, I could go to school at 12 o'clock, which was the time when I returned to my dormitory to rest after my hard work.

If this trip is not successful, I will have to wait for the train at 10:10.

With this information in mind, I walked out of the train station. It was already dusk, and it was not yet dark, but in the provincial capital, the lights were lit up everywhere.

I carefully observed the terrain around the train station. The provincial railway station is twice as large as the Hua'an railway station, and there is a house on both sides of the main building, and there is a small line that extends around this house.

The trail is lined with lower houses.

I walked a short distance along the trail and could clearly hear the chirping of the train and the clatter of the train against the tracks. I'm sure the train tracks are ahead.

Connecting the trail at the end is an extremely narrow laneway. At the end of the roadway is a row of fences. These iron fences are rusty, and in some places they have peeled off in patches of iron, making them look ugly. Through the fence I could see the train parked at the train station. On the platform, there are several police officers who are maintaining order.

This row of iron fences is nothing compared to the large iron gates of the school dormitory. It didn't take me half a minute to easily step over. But it's not time to make the leap yet.

I looked at the electronic watch on my wrist, and it was just over an hour before 7:05. I think it's best to come here at 6:50 to cross the fence, because at that time, the passengers have already descended from the ticket gate in the waiting hall to the platform, and the police pay attention to the status of the passengers, and will not pay attention to whether anyone has climbed the fence.

After observing the terrain, I walked back.

Before returning to the train station, I asked the police officer standing at the entrance of the concourse about the platform where the train I was going to stop at. Although I remember the train number, if I stand on the wrong platform, there may be unexpected trouble. Unexpectedly, the police were busy with the security check and had no time to pay attention to my questions, so I had to go into the waiting hall to check.

By the time I figured out the platform and walked out of the waiting hall, a quarter of an hour had passed. My stomach kept protesting. There was a row of small fried shops near the train station, and I went around these small fried shops, and every small boss warmly invited me. I swallowed my saliva in my stomach. I almost pinched out a few dollars in my pocket. In the end, I chose to eat clear soup.

The five-cent-a-bowl of clear soup was poured into my stomach in less than a minute.