Chapter 376: Walking Again, Parting with You
After returning to Dadu, He Shu fell ill.
I had a low fever and was in a drowsy sleep. I changed my clothes and they were all soaked.
He looked limp and listless, lying there with his eyes half closed, as if he was both asleep and awake.
I went to the hospital and had various tests and blood drawn for testing, but they couldn't find any cause of the disease.
In the past three days, I have eaten almost nothing except a few sips of water.
This condition made both Mr. Qi and Zhu Yu feel at a loss. If it continued like this, even a low-grade fever would be unbearable.
Just when the Qi family was preparing to transfer He Shu to another large hospital for examination, He Shu suddenly recovered.
When I woke up and opened my eyes, the first thing I said was: "I want to eat braised pork."
Zhu Yu was about to cry, and nodded quickly: "Okay, aunt will go home and stew braised pork for you."
Once the person wakes up, the physical symptoms gradually disappear and the body temperature returns to normal.
In the evening, my uncle and aunt came back with insulated lunch boxes. As soon as they opened them, the house was filled with the aroma of meat.
He Shu sat on the bed, one hand still having an injection, and the other hand holding chopsticks, stuffing fragrant rice and braised pork into his mouth.
Grandpa, uncle and aunt stared at He Shu while he was eating. He Shu stuffed three pieces of meat into his mouth in a row, filling it up completely. Red soup was flowing out from the corners of his mouth.
"Eat slowly, your aunt will make it for you tomorrow."
He Shu nodded and ate his rice in big mouthfuls.
The meat was very greasy and a bit nauseating to swallow. The doctor suggested that he eat lighter food, but He Shu just wanted to eat this one bite at this moment.
During these three days, he seemed to have had a lot of dreams, which were very confusing and had no order.
It wasn't just his own dreams, he also dreamed of many people, familiar ones, and even some people he had only met once before, all appeared in his dreams.
The last dream he had before waking up was when he was five or six years old and his family didn’t cook for two days.
Tan Kuan, who lives next door, was holding a large bowl No. 2. In the bowl, besides white rice, there was also red braised pork .
The smell of meat was so clear that he sat at the door of his house and watched, subconsciously following Tan Kuan's swallowing movements to swallow his saliva.
So after waking up, He Shu wanted to eat meat, a desire he had never experienced before.
Clearly, he no longer had to live frugally in the past few years, but his memory seemed to bring him back to the past.
He Shu put down his chopsticks only after he was almost nauseated from eating.
His aunt squeezed him a glass of orange juice from home, which was sour and sweet and helped to relieve the greasiness.
He Shu drank up another large glass of orange juice. Zhu Yu was happy to see that he could eat and drink again, and his illness was cured.
Since leaving the hospital, one third of the winter vacation has passed.
The box he brought back was placed in his room and no one touched it without permission.
He Shu asked his uncle to help him find an old amplifier, and inserted the videotape into it, and he could still watch it barely.
But the picture was blurry, and I could vaguely see that there were a lot of young people riding on a bus.
Because some clips could not be played, He Shu could only skip around and didn't understand it until he finished watching two tapes.
This should be the videotape of when Chen He and his classmates came to Nanzhan to experience teaching.
He Shu could no longer tell which one was the young Chen He.
The tape is okay, it contains the lesson content recorded by Chen He himself, as well as Chinese pinyin and multiplication formulas.
Unlike the low and numb voice of Chen He in prison that was familiar to He Shu, the voice in the tape was young and passionate.
These tapes have no meaning other than proving that Chen He once existed in those mountains.
When I opened the black bag, there were many photos inside, mostly black and white. Most of them were of Chen He, the poverty of Yega Village, and the strange and beautiful poppy flowers.
In one of the photos, Chen He is standing in the middle, with a man and a woman with dark skin standing on his left and right.
The girl was a little older, and was as tall as Chen He's shoulders. The boy was only about eight or nine years old, and had a silly smile. He was the same Zhang Xuewen that He Shu had seen when he was a child.
In the photo, Chen He no longer had much of a smile on his face.
He was very thin, wearing a shirt and cloth pants tied with a cloth string, had thick hair and wore glasses.
Even though this photo is in black and white, one can tell that the person in the photo has a pale face.
He Shu didn't know the circumstances under which this photo was taken. At that time, it should have been the most difficult time for Chen He, right?
He even had the mind to take photos...
In addition to the photo of Nan Zhan, there was also a sealed and separately packaged photo of a girl in color.
It was a half-length photo only two inches in size. The girl had permed hair, fair and smooth skin, big eyes looking diagonally upwards, and a longing smile on her face.
Turning over the back, there were two lines of beautiful small handwriting written in blue ink, but the handwriting was already blurred.
"I keep walking and walking again, and I will never leave you again."
He Shu was repeating this poem and suddenly realized that this girl might be Chen He’s missing lover?
This photo might be the one she sent to Chen He.
He Shu wrapped the photo carefully again and sighed softly. He suddenly didn't want to read on.
Because that was Chen He's life, not He Shu's.
He should not let other people's lives affect his emotions and ideas.
After gathering the photos and putting them back into the bag, He Shu took out his cell phone and called Xia Miao.
The love between Chen He and Xu Xiaohui is undoubtedly a tragedy.
The girl's whereabouts are still unknown, and no one knows whether she is alive or dead.
He Shu thought about his love. During the few seconds while waiting for the phone to be connected, He Shu felt that he would never become someone like Chen He.
He will sympathize with those suffering, and he will also be loving and willing to help others, but the prerequisite is not to abandon the girl who loves him wholeheartedly and his relatives who love him.
Perhaps this is also Chen He's intention to let me know so much about his past and remind me not to follow in his footsteps?
"He Shu? Are you done?"
Xia Miao knew that He Shu and his uncle had gone on a long trip, but she didn't know that He Shu had been sick for three days after returning.
Fortunately, he recovered in time, otherwise my aunt might have told Xia Miao.
"Well, I've already returned to Dadu."
"Are you tired? Is everything going well?"
"It went very smoothly. There's nothing to do next. By the way, are you going to visit relatives during the New Year this year?"
At this time, Xia Miao was in He Shu's new house, sitting by the bed and folding the sheets and quilts to dry.
These were all newly bought. Xia Miao washed them and waited for He Shu to come back and use them.
There are many more small ornaments and some daily necessities in the house, and Xia Miao also bought what she likes.
"I won't visit relatives anymore. I won't go anywhere this year. What about you?"
"Since you're not going anywhere, I'll go back to Dan River."
"Really? When will you be back?"
He Shu looked at the calendar on his watch and said, "In a few days, my godfather may come to see Brother Zhao Yan. I will go back with him then."
"Well, I'll wait for you at home."
