Hunter and Hussar

Chapter 35 Bright Chat

"Why did you two leave without telling the coach? Do you want to elope?" Mingming followed us into the car while panting, "The coach and I went to the infirmary to look for you, but there was no one there."

We told him that we were sorry and forgot, and he said it was all right, and then called the coach.

"Obviously, aren't you going to practice?" I asked.He sat in the front row, and Mi Le and I shrank behind.

"I'll go to the hospital with you two." He turned his head and looked at us tenderly, "My dad happens to be here today."

"But this is too much trouble for you..." Hearing what he said, I glanced at Mi Le who was beside me.He huddled in the corner between the car door and the seat, closing his eyes wearily.

"Thank you, Mingming. I really appreciate it." He said, his eyelids flicking slightly.

If Mingming didn't take the initiative to look for us, even if Mi Le knew that his father was in the hospital today, he wouldn't have taken the initiative to look for us. Even if we met him, he should still remember us.

"Mi Le, have you talked to your parents?" Ming Ming asked.

"No." Mi Le's answer was short, calm and composed.

"Why don't you say it?"

"They went on a business trip this weekend. It's useless for me to tell them. It can only make them more worried. It will be even more troublesome if they come back for me. It's okay. I just have a fever, and it's not a serious illness. After two days The weather is fine, it’s as if nothing happened.” When he said this, I couldn’t hear anything, and there was no grievance or sadness.Kind of like talking about someone who has nothing to do with me, if his voice wasn't so weak.

I stretched out my hand and patted his knees lightly a few times, and he shivered subconsciously for a few times, then obediently leaned against the car door again.I moved a little closer to him, hearing languid breathing.I couldn't help but want to sigh, but I couldn't.It's much quieter in the car.Maybe Mi Le fell asleep, but the other three people, including the driver, fell silent.The cold wind was blowing outside the window, and the vegetation on the viaduct was creaking almost withered yellow branches, which could be heard clearly in the car.The chill climbed up in the car where the air conditioner seemed to be struggling, from the soles of the feet to the thighs that were gradually numb after sitting for a long time.The drowsiness is conveying, Mi Le must have fallen asleep, like a well-behaved deer or lamb, I kind of want to hold him in my arms, like hugging a small animal that gets along day and night, and gently pat the furry back .

"By the way, Mu Zheng's powers of observation are so keen." Mingming spoke suddenly, but the voice was very low, probably because he knew that Mi Le was asleep, and maybe he was bleating in his dream, "I didn't feel it at first today. It's uncomfortable to go to Miller."

"Last time when we played Beichuan away, Xuexue was injured a little bit. He also went up to ask. He is very concerned about people." My answer was a little absent-minded.As a roommate, maybe I noticed that Mi Le was not in good health in the morning, so I should ask him in time, and I shouldn't bring him to the court at all.

When he wakes up, I will apologize to him again.

However, after we drove to the hospital, Mi Le hadn't woken up yet, and was in a daze. Maybe I'm like this when I wake up every morning or at noon.I had no choice but to tell the driver to pay later, because it was Mi Le who placed the order on the phone.He said kindly that it was all right, and it would be too late to pay after seeing the doctor.Neither of us had the heart to wake up Mi Le, so we gently opened the car door on his side and picked him up.I obviously wanted to recite it, but I asked him to lead the way. After all, he is the most familiar with this place, so I have to find the way if he recites it.

Thanks to Mi Le's short stature and thinner body, I can still carry it.However, after walking for a while, I still felt the heaviness of his body. My appearance must be very funny, like a young tree being bent over, or Zhu Bajie's posture of carrying his wife on his back.Fortunately, I didn't call my sister, otherwise she would have to laugh at me first, and then come to help.

After Mi Le woke up, he almost struggled to jump off my back and accidentally kicked my leg.He was a little annoyed, and said why he carried him without consent, so many people watched, it was so embarrassing.I didn't say a word, but turned around and spoke for me, saying that I wanted him to sleep a little longer, and that I carried it all the way alone, without yelling a word of suffering or tiredness.Mi Le snorted, turned on his phone and paid the fare.I sneaked a glimpse, and he sent me a message, just two words, thank you.

Mingming's father asked us to have a blood test, and after getting the report, we quickly came to a conclusion and treatment suggestions: take medicine or hang water.Miller chose the latter without much hesitation.So we moved the nest to the infusion room.Mi Le and I went there first, it was bright and quiet, and there was a sense of solemnity and calm in the strong smell of medicine.The small green partition quietly separates the patients who are hanging water, allowing them to enjoy an independent space.After paying the fee obviously, he came back with a bag of medicine.The three of us squeezed into a small room, which was just big enough for us to sit comfortably without disturbing each other.Mi Le took out the receipt from the bag, looked it up and down carefully, and asked Mingming carefully if he could transfer the money to him in a few days, because he wanted to tell his parents when they came back.It's the end of the month.Mingming patted him on the shoulder and said that this matter is not urgent, let's talk about it later.A nurse wearing a mask came over and asked us who was the patient. Mingming and I pointed to Mi Le who was caught between us, so he kicked his two calves, tilted his head, frowned, and showed a face of "why?" It's me" grievance, made everyone laugh.

The needle stuck into Mi Le's fair skin, but she shook her head after fumbling for a long time, apologizing that she didn't find the right place, and pulled out the needle.Mi Le's eyebrows twitched a little. Counting the blood draw and the injection later, he would have been stabbed three times today.He passed the other hand over, and said softly to her that it was okay, take your time.

This time she was right.

"By the way, are you two drawing blood with your fingers or your arms?" Watching the drops drop by drop, it seemed that it would be too dull not to talk about something.Mi Le seemed to be in better spirits after sleeping in the car, so he asked us.

"Same as you, pumping your arms." Ming Ming said.I nodded to them too.

"It seems that everyone likes to twitch their arms. That's right, twitching their fingers hurts." He tilted his head and rolled his eyes, "Slapping his fingers is like the reactionaries tortured revolutionary martyrs in TV dramas, nailing their fingers with iron nails , ten fingers connected to a heart, it's scary."

"That's right. Actually, when I watched the play performed by your two classes yesterday, I thought there would be a plot of torture, and I wondered if I would really beat you." Mingming said, "Both of you and Ye Ruiyang acted very well. Very good, but I don't understand this drama very well. Its ending is a bit of an 'unexpected, reasonable' feeling, but what does it want to express?"

"I don't really understand either." I shook my head, "When Mr. Huang told us about Sartre's novels, he said a lot of words, such as existentialism, freedom of choice, action, essence, and absurdity. clear."

"I don't understand very well. After all, Sartre is not only a writer, but also a philosopher. I don't understand philosophy. But after listening to Teacher Huang, I also asked Ke Ke's sister, and finally went to the library and the Internet to check some information. I think the issue of 'freedom of choice' has been clarified a little bit... It's like just drawing blood and getting an injection." Mi Le spoke slowly, and the two of us turned our heads to this elementary school bully again, even though he was clearly a schoolboy. Pa.Mi Le really knows how to learn, not only can ask people for advice, but also make good use of various channels.Sometimes I am too embarrassed to even ask the teacher a question.

"I'm sure I can't get away with getting an injection, but that doesn't mean I don't have 'freedom of choice'. I can cry and fuss like a three-year-old, or put on a serious face like a grown-up. With a brave look, he can even be as calm and calm as Guan Yunchang scraping bones to treat poison. It's not because I have to get an injection that I have no choice.

"It's the same in this play. It's true that the three of us lost our personal freedom and were about to be shot, even our lives were lost, but it doesn't mean that we don't have the 'freedom of choice'. I acted The child chooses timidity. In the play, he didn’t do anything, but was arrested because of his elder brother who participated in the revolution. Think about it, isn’t doing nothing a choice in itself? Not making a choice is also a choice. It is a choice. Under the rule of the Communist Party, even if you do nothing, you may be killed. Ke Ke’s protagonist chooses "I want to die with a little backbone". Although he is afraid, he decides to maintain his self-esteem and face death , so he is a very brave person. Mr. Huang said that 'choice' is related to 'essence', which should mean that people's free choice will show their own essence? I think the three characters we played are all By choosing to bring out their essence."

"But what does the ending show? The bravest person got his comrade arrested because he made a joke. What is the essence of this? I feel that this has nothing to do with bravery." Mingming asked.

"Teacher Huang said that the essence of human beings is not fixed. In the constant choices, people will gradually approach and acquire their own essence, which will not be revealed until the last moment. Think, Boss Ye was also very brave at the beginning. , still pretending to be aggressive, really a bit like a hero who sees death at home. But when he heard that he was going to be shot in the morning, he was waiting in prison for execution, and slowly collapsed. I can understand this character quite well, in my words I also want to collapse and cry, but collapse is actually the result of a choice, even if it is an involuntary and uncontrollable choice, it is still a choice. What this person finally showed was not a heroic resignation to death, but an ordinary person's gaffe Yes. As for the ending, I read that someone said that it was meant to express a kind of absurdity and chance. A joke made a falsehood come true, and something with a very small probability happened suddenly. In fact, there are many such situations in life, right? But, isn’t this incident the result of Ke Ke’s choice? Although the choice is free, any choice will bring corresponding responsibilities or costs. I didn’t make a choice, and the result was killed. Ke Ke Ke made a choice and wanted to mock the ***, but inadvertently betrayed his comrades. In the end, he could not bear the responsibility brought by the choice and could only cry and laugh like crazy. People's choices will affect themselves, and they will also Affecting others brings unpredictable consequences. So... ah, I'm sorry, I'm a little confused, I don't know what I'm talking about, so please treat it as nonsense. Well, I'm a little tired, why don't we Let's talk about this topic, it's too philosophical and brain-burning, I'm already running a fever, sorry... What are you having for lunch? Are you hungry? Am I too oily? Is there a fruit shop near here? Ke Ke, what do you think? Do you eat seaweed? I heard last time that there is a store that buys it cheap and delicious..."

He asked too many questions in an instant, we couldn't react at all, and only said that we were not too hungry.Mi Le secretly glanced at me in a panic, and then begged Mingming to find him a magazine or a book to read.

I think Mi Le's thinking and logic are quite clear, why didn't he talk about it?Maybe it is really tired.

Mingming came back with a children's literature book, and said he found it on the bookshelf in the injection room.

"No way, you still have to study while hanging on the water? You're too hardworking." I muttered pretending to be surprised.

"It's better to get well after being sick. It doesn't mean that you have to be taken care of all the time after you get sick. Right?" He looked at Mingming.

Mingming nodded and said that he heard from his father that some people who are seriously ill may know that they don't have much time left, but they still read and study in the hospital bed.His father also said that if a person reaches the age of 70 or [-] and is still willing and able to accept new things, then this person's life must be very exciting and interesting.

"That's very well said. Such a person is really admirable. In fact, I'm not sure if I can do it." Mi Le scratched his head with the hand that was not connected to the infusion tube, "I know clearly now I’m sure I’ll be fine in two days, so I’m not too scared. What if I get terminally ill? Maybe it’s like the person who was locked in a cell and sentenced to death. There’s nothing left but fear and collapse. I don’t even read books to study…”

Before he finished speaking, I grabbed his thigh hard.He is too thin, I didn't catch any meat, I just pulled the skin, it will probably hurt a little.

"Mi Le, this is the second time you say this kind of thing today. If you dare to say it again, I will be angry." I was a little fierce.

"I won't say it, I won't say it, I won't say it again. I'm sorry." Mi Le took a sip, then turned his head and said to me sincerely.

To be honest, I am really afraid that this casually spoken word will become a reality.I don't know if my life can bear the pain of losing someone closest to me again.If it wasn't for Mi Le's illness, I really wanted to slap him, no matter if Ming Ming was there or not.Just like my sister said that day that I would slap me if I dared to say that.

"However, when I said I wanted to read, I really didn't want to pretend to be a master in front of you. Both of you are my good friends. I thought of a story about a person. He is a writer, named Rou Shi, soft Rou, The stone of the stone, is it interesting? It is soft and hard, a bit like the name of our literary society, 'Gasardor', who is both a tenacious hunter and a free and easy light cavalry. He has written a novel, not long, called "Mother as a Slave" is very good. I am pulling away. He is a martyr. After being arrested and imprisoned, he may know that he is going to die. He is still learning German from his comrades in prison. Hearing this story, I I feel that he is not only an excellent writer, but also a very remarkable person. So I kind of want to learn this spirit..." As he spoke, he stuffed the reader into my arms and ordered me to read it to him . [1]
I glanced at the catalog and chose an article called "Eavesdropping", written by Lin Haiyin.It is very short and tells the story of a little girl who has no money to buy books and reads books in a bookstore.The clerk was very friendly to her and didn't drive her away because she just didn't want to buy it. She even kept a book she was reading and didn't sell it.The end of the article impressed us deeply: "Remember, you grew up eating, reading, and love!"[2]
After reading, the three of us sat quietly in the bright infusion room, listening to the medicine drop again, neither fast nor slow.I don't know how long it took, Mingming answered a phone call, went out for a while, and hurriedly turned around and told us that we had something to do, we had to go out for a while, and we couldn't accompany us.I sent him to the gate of the hospital and thanked him again and again.He smiled and said it was nothing, everyone wrote the inspection together.

I think that Mi Le will not be able to go to the away game tomorrow, and I will stay in the dormitory to take care of him, so please ask Mingming to ask for a leave with the coach for us.He readily agreed, and said that everyone cares about us very much. If anyone scores a goal tomorrow, he will definitely dedicate the goal to Mi Le. I hope he gets better soon.

Obviously took a taxi and left, I turned and ran to the infusion room.At this moment, I believe even more in the sentence I just read at the end of the article.

[1] Rou Shi: Rou Shi (1902-1931), whose real name is Zhao Pingfu, was a famous writer, translator, revolutionist during the Republic of China, a member of the Communist Party of China, and one of the five martyrs of the Left League.Mr. Rou Shi was actively engaged in the New Culture Movement all his life, awakening the people’s revolutionary consciousness of worrying about the country and the people. His representative works include the collection of short stories "Madman", "Hope", "Mother as a Slave", the novella "February" and "Three Sisters". "wait.Sponsor progressive journals such as Chaohua and Yusi. In 1931, because of betrayal by a traitor, he was arrested by the Kuomintang army and police, and 23 comrades including Yin Fu and Ouyang Li'an were secretly killed.

[2] Lin Haiyin: Lin Haiyin (1918-2001), whose real name is Lin Hanying, is a contemporary Chinese female writer.Born in Osaka, Japan. In 1923, she moved to BJ with her parents and spent her childhood in BJ, which became one of her spiritual hometowns. In 1934, he was admitted to the Peking Journalism College, where he worked as a trainee reporter while studying. In 1937, after graduation, she served as a reporter and editor of "World Journal", responsible for women's news.The masterpiece "Old Things in the South of the City".

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