There is a feeling called heartache

Chapter 45 [-] CC Mother's Blood
Accept it, my mother who has gone through a long journey of selling blood for 17 years!From now on, please keep your own blood for yourself.

A wretched woman married

More than 40 years ago, Wang Hongqiong was born in Liangshui Village, Baidi Town, Fengjie County, Sichuan Province.When she was four years old, her parents passed away one after another, leaving her and her half-year-old brother a crumbling hut.

The helpless Wang Hongqiong siblings became orphans, and the production team had to support them with public grain.Half a year later, under the persuasion of the village cadres, Wang Hongqiong had to give away his one-year-old brother to someone else.That day, when a man from other places picked up his younger brother, Wang Hongqiong knelt on the ground crying and shouting and chased him for nearly two miles... Wang Hongqiong's fate aroused the sympathy of a distant relative.For this poor girl, he started looking for someone for her.However, after asking one after another, no one was willing to accept this poor girl.

It was a sunny spring day, and when Wang Hongqiong happily came to Yangou Village, Xincheng Township for a blind date with her uncle, her eyes stared straight away.She never expected that standing in front of her was a short, demented, stuttering man!

Wang Hongqiong's heart was bleeding, and she wanted to refuse, but the reality of being homeless forced her to think for the better: Although this man named Su Xingqiang seemed a little silly, but his family had two tile-roofed houses, and his residence was far from the city. Recently, compared with my own wandering life, it is already as good as it could be.After several days and nights of thinking, she agreed!
Soon, the big family of ten people separated. Wang Hongqiong and her husband shared a dilapidated tile-roofed house and a quilt that was torn to pieces.

She gave birth to two deaf-mute sons. On the third day of the first lunar month in 1974, Wang Hongqiong gave birth to a fat boy.Wang Hongqiong smiled.Her honest man was also very happy from ear to ear.However, the smile hadn't disappeared yet, and worry came to my heart: "I can't support the adults, what can I support my son?!" Wang Hongqiong lay on the "bed" made of bamboo slices, looking up at the roof full of spider webs, feeling a pang of sadness in his heart.

She suffers from herself and loves her son and husband with all her heart.Every time, as long as the family gets a little rice and corn, she always satisfies them first, while she uses vegetables to deal with it.The son grew up day by day. Although he was not as strong as the children in the city, he was still lively and lovely.See it all.Wang Hongqiong felt great comfort.

When his son Su Longbing was almost five years old, he suddenly developed measles.Wang Hongqiong had never seen this symptom before, and was immediately frightened and flustered.The neighbor said: "It's normal for a baby to have measles, and it will be fine in a few days."

Wang Hongqiong believed it was true, and went to work to earn work points.The next day, while she was shoveling soil in the field, her husband suddenly stumbled and ran over. He said that her son became silent after crying!She hurried home and saw that her son's lips were chapped and his body was dripping with sweat.Knowing that something was wrong, she hurried to the hospital, but she reached into her pocket and found that she only had fifty cents on her body.With this little money, how could the hospital admit his son?Wang Hongqiong had no choice but to carry her son back home crying, looking for people to inquire about herbal "remedies" for measles.

The folks in the village finally helped her inquire about the folk prescription, and she picked up a sickle and went up the mountain.She was looking around in a hurry on the mountain. Suddenly, her front foot stepped on the ground, and she rolled down a ravine more than 100 meters deep with her basket.Maybe it was God's pity that she was still alive, but her head was broken and her hands were injured.She covered her head, and climbed up again with difficulty... When she got home, she tore a rag to wrap her head, and hurriedly made medicine for her son.Day after day, his son was still unable to cry after drinking the medicine. Wang Hongqiong became so cruel that he wanted to borrow money to send his son to the hospital!She looked for neighbors and begged her in-laws, but at that time, who in the village could lend her money?In a panic, Wang Hongqiong had no choice but to go to the credit union to ask for a loan.Credit unions can only lend to collectives for productive use, private loans are simply impossible!Wang Hongqiong couldn't kneel down and kept kowtow, blood came out from the kowtow.Seeing this, the cadres of the credit union helped her up with tears in their eyes, and loaned her 200 yuan for the first time.

The 200 yuan was quickly spent in the hospital like running water. Seeing that the hospital was about to stop taking the medicine, Wang Hongqiong was so anxious that she cried outside the ward. It was impossible to find a credit union again. What should I do? !
Just when she was at her wit's end, a kind-hearted man suggested a way to make money for her: selling blood!

Soon, Wang Hongqiong exchanged 300CC blood plasma for 30 yuan tremblingly. A week later, she changed her name and sold blood again.Relying on the 60 yuan in exchange for selling blood.The son started a new treatment.But the doctor finally told her: Because of the long delay, my son is dumb!

Wang Hongqiong passed out at the time, and when she woke up, she silently went home with her son on her back.

His son was crippled and his body was very weak. Wang Hongqiong nursed him with the mentality of atonement.As if she had found a shortcut to "make money", she secretly went to the county people's hospital to sell blood again and again.The money was used to buy eggs and rice for her son; while she and her husband ate vegetables, sweet potatoes, and yams at the stove every day.His son's health gradually improved, but Wang Hongqiong's health became worse and worse, and he fainted several times in the fields and in the house.Wang Hongqiong knew that her husband was unreliable, so she still supported this poor family with her thin body.

On December 1982, 12, Wang Hongqiong gave birth to a young son, Su Jian.The youngest son is clever, and Wang Hongqiong devotes his whole body and mind to him, hoping that he can save this poor family.

Eleven months later, the youngest son developed a high fever.Wang Hongqiong, who had no money, thought that there would be no major problems, so he bought some aspirin.She believes that fate should open its eyes from now on.But she was dead wrong.Two days later, not only did my son's fever persist, but he could no longer yell!Having learned a lesson, Wang Hongqiong's heart suddenly sank.She hurriedly borrowed 11 yuan from the credit union again, and then secretly went to the hospital to sell 300cc of blood.The younger son was rushed to the county hospital.The doctor told her: "Your son's 300 degrees for a week is likely to become dumb!"

Wang Hongqiong turned pale with fright. She knelt down in front of the doctor and said, "Doctor, doctor, please, my elder son is already dumb. Please help my younger son!" Wang Hongqiong was in a panic. , she sold blood almost once a month during this period.The son was so burned that he danced with his mouth open. Without a cup or spoon, she used her mouth to feed him boiled water and take medicine... However, all these efforts could not restore her son's health, and her youngest son became dumb again!

Wang Hongqiong collapsed, and she decided to die.She used the money from selling blood to buy back a bottle of pesticide and the best food for her son. She wanted to fulfill her mother's duty one last time.When she got home, her heart was bleeding when the two ignorant dumb sons were scrambling to eat candies and pastries.

"My son, I'm sorry for you!" She walked round and round on the mountain outside the village, and when she turned back to take another look at her son and husband, the courage to seek death suddenly disappeared.The naive husband huddled in front of the stove, and the two crippled sons played silently on the bed. "I'm dead, how can they live?"

[-] CC mother's blood

In September 1993, Wang Hongqiong, who went to the county town to sell vegetables, heard that there was a school for the deaf and mute in the county. He couldn't help thinking: Why don't you send your 9-year-old son to study for a few years?Although she still had more than 11 yuan in debt at the time, she decided to give her youngest son a chance to study.

"There are healthy children in the village who don't go to school. Isn't it a burden for you to let the mute son go to school?" Many people in the village persuaded her.But Wang Hongqiong has her own idea: her son is dumb, but only by letting him study can he be successful in the future and gain a foothold in society. If he has no money, I will sell blood again!The elder son was too weak in intelligence and was too old, so he could only take the younger son Su Jian to Fengjie County School for the Deaf and Mute.She was surprised when she heard that students had to pay 30 yuan a month for living expenses!
The impoverished Wang Hongqiong hesitated for a while, and finally gritted her teeth and said, "Teacher, I will pay the living expenses this afternoon." Half an hour later, she came to the hospital gate, but she turned around and hesitated. I dare not go in.She has come here too many times, and the doctor has long been familiar with her. According to the regulations, blood donation must be done at least three months apart, but she just came here to donate blood once a month ago.Sure enough, when she went in, the doctor recognized her and said, "You don't want to die!" The doctor can't be blamed, he can't agree with it either in terms of the hospital system or professional ethics.

Wang Hongqiong got down on one knee again: "My son is dumb. Today I sent him to the school for the deaf and dumb in the city. He was delighted to hear that he was studying, but he has to pay. I can't let my dumb son down!"

The doctor was so moved that he shook his head and sighed. With a wave of his hand, he pumped another 300CC for her.Wang Hongqiong held 80 yuan in her hand (it had risen from 30 yuan to 80 yuan at this time), and she had never been so happy in 40 years. Although she was staring at gold stars, she still bought back school supplies and toiletries for her son on the street. Then I went to the school to pay the living expenses.

When Su Jian saw the new schoolbag, he happily grabbed it.But how did he know that it was bought by his mother with blood!

Since then, Wang Hongqiong has to secretly go to the hospital to sell blood every 30 to 2 months in order to meet the monthly living expenses of her youngest son, which is 3 yuan.

In March 1994, Wang Hongqiong went to the hospital several times to sell blood in order to pay Su Jian's tuition for the next semester.Due to frequent blood selling and severe malnutrition, one day, while cooking pig food in front of the stove, she suddenly went into shock and passed out. Her right foot unknowingly stuck into the hole in the stove.

Wang Hongqiong completely lost consciousness.The hot red coals fell and scorched her leg, but she didn't know it. Half an hour later, the eldest son who went out to work found her when he came home from work. The mother hugged her to the bed, knelt by her bed and babbled loudly, calling for her.

Su Jian was called back by the villagers. When the villagers told him in sign language on the road that your mother had sold blood more than 10 times in a row to let you study, the 12-year-old Su Jian opened his mouth wide and tears flowed like a small river. With a look on his face, he ran home like crazy... Su Jian kowtowed step by step and moved to the front of his mother's bed, gesticulating desperately with his immature hands: "Mom, mom, I won't study anymore, I won't study anymore, you Your blood will be drained!"

How could Wang Hongqiong not let his son study?But Xiao Su Jian seemed to be a different person from then on.As soon as he came home, he rushed to help his mother with work like an adult. At school, even during breaks, he would hold his textbooks and read.His intelligence is very average, but in order to repay his mother, Xiao Su Jian tried his best to study hard.

In the provincial unified examination in the second half of the semester of 1994, Su Jian scored 96 points in Chinese and 97 points in mathematics, ranking in the forefront of the city.

As soon as school was over that day, he flew home like a bird holding the test paper.He knocked open the door and knelt down in front of his mother with a "plop".Wang Hongqiong was taken aback by her youngest son. When she saw his son holding the test paper above his head with both hands, she wept with joy and hugged him very tightly!

Xiao Su Jian comforted her mother with her diligence and excellent grades, and Wang Hongqiong smiled from then on. During the 17 years, she sold about 5 cc of blood. According to this figure, the blood on her body was drained about [-] times.

Her smile came too late!

From now on, please keep the blood for yourself.

The situation of Wang Hongqiong relying on selling blood to support her family and send her children to study is a sad story in the local area. Her simple neighbors have never hesitated to lend a helping hand to her.Although they also lived in poverty, they always used a few dollars and a few eggs to support this difficult family. On Teacher's Day in 11994, the leaders of the Fengjie County Petroleum Company went to the deaf-mute school to condolences to the teachers. After sending their son to study, they shed tears and donated a sum of money immediately.Wang Hongqiong's experience of selling blood to send her son to study was also disclosed through the news media.

The leaders and employees of the Sichuan Provincial Department of Chemical Industry donated a large amount of clothes to the Fengjie County School for the Deaf and Mute, and gave Su Jian and his family 20 pieces of semi-new clothes, enough for Su Jian and his family to wear for three years!

An employee of Chongqing Yinyu Trading Company called three times, wanting to take Su Jian to Chongqing to study for the deaf and dumb. At the same time, more than ten young people from the company were willing to provide him with financial assistance.

A poor household in a poor mountainous area who did not sign his name actually sent 50 yuan.He said in the letter: "We are all poor, but your life is more miserable than ours. You must accept this little money!"

Accept it, my mother who has gone through a long journey of selling blood for 17 years!From now on, please keep your own blood for yourself.

(Yuan Yuan)
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