The rain in August is continuous and light. In August, I will unconsciously catch a cold, cough and have a low fever. This disease has been with me for three years.
Time goes back to 20 12.
It was a day in early August, and it rained all night. In the morning, the rain began to trickle, as if it were going to rain. I like this weather. I prefer walking in the rain. I like drizzle. Many times, in this weather, I will walk against the scattered rain. That day was no exception.
Facing the faint wind and rain, I walked on my way to work without an umbrella. Passers-by hurried by with colorful umbrellas. I walked slowly, accompanied by specious rain, enjoying the rich phoenix tree branches and leaves on both sides of the road in the morning and breathing the fresh air. But I don't want to. I didn't go far. A gust of wind blew and the rain crackled. I put my handbag on my head and ran to work. When I ran to the office, my long skirt stuck to my body, my hair was dripping with water, and I picked up a towel to wipe my wet hair. Colleagues also exclaimed that I was wet and said, "I am stupid again." I quickly turned on the air conditioner and adjusted the temperature to 30℃. I sat under the air conditioner and blew, and the hot air immediately came to my face.
I was in poor health. Two hours later, I began to have a fever, dizziness, general weakness and sweating. My colleague informed my lover and took me to the hospital. At that time, my wife was on an emergency mission in the country. When he arrived, I was already in a semi-coma, with a temperature of 39.8℃ and talking nonsense. Later, my lover told me that I kept mumbling "pain … pain …".
Waiting for me is hospitalization. I'm wearing a zebra-patterned hospital gown, lying groggy in a hospital bed, receiving more than a dozen bottles of fluids a day, with reflex pain all over my body, and my joints seem to be dislocated. In a daze, I feel my lover holding my hand, caressing my face from time to time, and constantly wiping my forehead and palms with wet towels.
On the third morning, the fever was gone. The lover looked at the thermometer at 36.7℃ and breathed a sigh of relief. After a day and two nights of tossing, my lover is unshaven and gaunt. I looked at him, distressed, and smiled with tears in my eyes and said, "I can breathe normally again."
My lover rubbed my sweaty hair and said lovingly, "Silly girl …" I grinned, cried and smiled.
The lover brought porridge and muttered like a child: "Can we save our worries, how can we get caught in the rain, and how can we make ourselves like this?" You are not as sensible as our daughter. When will you grow up? "I was lying in a hospital bed, listening to his scolding, and my heart was so sweet. It was a little happiness in ordinary life, and my tears fell line by line. He is saying "shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-hh-hh-hh-hh-hh.
In the afternoon, the liquid was lost. I seem to be all right except a little weak. My wife works in the army. Because of the special situation in Xinjiang, he wanted to be on call, so he made some dumplings in a hurry, put them in front of me and left.
I force myself to eat more, I want to get better, and I can't drag my lover too much. After eating seven or eight jiaozi, I felt full and couldn't eat any more, so I rested on the quilt.
Eyes through the window, looking at the sky, the clouds swim very comfortably, and Ben's depressed mood has also improved. She changed her hospital gown and sneaked out of the hospital when the nurse was not looking. Go out along the hospital path. After the rain, pedestrians in the street resumed their leisure. In the square around the corner, there are several three or four-year-old children standing on the stagnant water and having fun. I sat on the chair in the square and smiled at the ash leaves around the square stretching my waist with the wind. I never thought that the clouds in the sky were gathering again, and it rained again in an instant. I didn't run back to the ward, and the rain fell on my head and got wet again. Under the attack of rain, the body that has not recovered has a high fever again. Three days later, the fever was high and low, and the doctor tried his best, but he still didn't get better.
A week later, he was transferred to the regional people's hospital. I stayed in the regional hospital for another week. At this time, I was in a coma, with shortness of breath and severe hydrops in my lungs. After several CT scans, shadows have appeared in the lungs. The way my lover looked at me painfully, his eyes were wet.
He looked at people lying in hospital beds, sometimes awake and sometimes unconscious; My face was red and sallow, and I gently combed my hair that I hadn't combed for several days, and finally I couldn't help crying. At that moment, I woke up. I raised my weak hand and rubbed his face. I smiled with tears and said, "I'll be fine."
At his insistence, I transferred to the General Hospital of Xinjiang Military Region in Urumqi. I stayed in the General Hospital of Xinjiang Military Region for two months and was safely discharged from the hospital until1October 22nd. However, it also left me with a lifelong sequela. As long as I'm not careful, I can't stop coughing.
So, the next year.
August, beginning of autumn. My sister called home: "I haven't seen you for a long time." I miss you. I drank your favorite sheep lung. Come and eat! " "I am very happy.
My mother died young and came to my sister's house at the age of thirteen. I grew up under the care of my sister and brother-in-law. Seeing my sister is as kind as seeing my mother.
I simply said "yes" and couldn't wait to urge my lover to drive to my sister's house. 180 km, walked for nearly three hours, and it was dusk when I got home, just in time for my sister to cook sheep lungs. Without washing my hands, I grabbed the chopsticks on the dining table, picked up a bowl of steaming sheep lungs that my sister had just cut and sent it to my mouth. My sister smiled happily, and my brother-in-law also smiled. I slept with my sister at night and chatted about my nephew's marriage. Somehow I had a high fever again.
Because of my previous experience, my sister panicked, so she quickly woke up my brother-in-law and lover and took me to the hospital. The doctor on duty said that if you catch a cold or catch a cold, you should take a photo at dawn. After filming the next day, there was no abnormality in the lungs for the time being, so I quickly infused. In this way, the situation is getting worse before the time. On the fourth day, there was a slight infection in the lungs. Although it was delivered in time this time, I stayed in the hospital for fifteen days.
In these fifteen days, my sister has been with me. Looking at my sister's tired appearance, I saw my attending doctor and kept asking, "Is my little sister okay?" When will she be ready? Is there any better medicine to relieve her pain? I will say anything as long as it can make her better soon. "Then, there are uncontrollable tears. I remember when I was a child, every time I was sick, my sister stood by my bed and looked at me, asking me from time to time, "Do you feel better?" "Tell me what's wrong!" Brother-in-law will leave the stall at home, come to the hospital, sit on a small stool beside the hospital bed and sigh and say, "What do you want to eat, brother-in-law will make it for you." This time, my brother-in-law sat on a small stool and sighed. He wants to smoke, but he can't He just kept smacking his lips.
Looking at my sister and brother-in-law who are nearly sixty years old, my heart hurts. I am afraid that tears will attract more tears from my sister. I held back. My sister helped me up, leaned against the quilt, stroked my hair and said, "cry if you want, don't hold it, it's all bad." I cried with a "wow" and coughed with tears. My sister was distressed again, crying with me and nagging, "My mother left early, and you are in poor health and always sick." I didn't take good care of you. " I cried even harder and assured my sister, "Sister, I will definitely get better. I won't let you worry, I will take care of myself. " My sister hugged me, still in tears, and said, "I believe, I believe my four maids."
Perhaps because of my occasional illness, I like my sad temper and feel even sadder, especially on rainy days, so I sigh inexplicably or watch Yuning cry.
In July this year, my family and friends told me to pay attention and be careful. I always say yes with a smile. In August, I still haven't escaped the pain. Fortunately, I only stayed in the hospital for three days in August this year.
It's been three years, and it seems that the illness in August will always come as promised.
In fact, as time goes on, I have calmed down a lot. Understand that some things are a gift from heaven, and you should accept them gladly, so you don't have to let sadness bother you.
My friend said to me, "Remember to plant a sun in your heart."
I smiled and said, "Let's shine on each other ..."
August about brocade
There was a whimper on the other end of a song "Ping Er", followed by a loud cry regardless.
"What's the matter? Brocade? Say something! Where are you? " I am anxious to ask questions on the other end of the phone.
"Oooo ... I'm downstairs in the Civil Affairs Bureau ..." Brocade cried sadly.
"Don't go anywhere, just wait for me there. I'll be right there. " This call was made on August 20 13. On the fourth day after discharge, I received a phone call from Brocade in the afternoon. When Brocade told me that she was downstairs in the Civil Affairs Bureau, my heart thumped, and what I was worried about finally happened. She told me tearfully on the phone that she had gone through the divorce procedure and ended her ten-year marriage. My heart ached when I heard Brocade sobbing.
In my memory, Brocade is a brave and strong woman, at least stronger than me. Crying seems far away from her. I have known her for more than 20 years. She only cried twice, the first time for her teacher Xiao Qiang and the second time for her father's death. This time, I heard the complete despair behind Brocade's crying.
Brocade and I are high school classmates.
At the age of fourteen, I transferred from Yecheng No.2 Middle School to Hotan No.1 Middle School. It was August, and I passed the transfer exam and was assigned to Class 1 Grade 3. I heard that this is a top class, and my sister is very happy. After I entered the class, I found that more than 60% of the students in this class were repeat students transferred from Hotan No.2, and some even repeated twice, and I was the youngest in the class.
I remember very clearly that it was the last day of August and the first day of formal classes after school started. Teacher Wang Li, the head teacher, took me into Class 3 (1). After a brief welcome speech to the freshmen, I was arranged in the second row of the second group. Teacher Wang called the math teacher to prepare for class and left. Just as he was about to leave the classroom, Mr. Wang turned and warned the boys not to bully the new female classmates. The boy answered the voice.
I sat down and stole a look at my classmates. They are all adult faces. Only I looked very ignorant, but I happened to meet Brocade's eyes sitting in the fourth row of the first group. I smiled slightly and she smiled back. Teacher Yuan, a math teacher, turned to write on the blackboard and secretly asked me, "What's your name? Where did it come from? You look very weak ... "Then whispered," In the future, I will protect you. Don't be afraid. "
I was really thin at that time. Brocade said this, and I blushed. She quietly wrote her name on a piece of paper and handed it to her. She didn't recognize my surname "Zhen", guessed for a long time, and handed me the note for me to mark in pinyin. I chuckled, marked it in pinyin and threw it to her, and she threw it to me. The note said, "Would it be better to pronounce the word' gone with the wind'?" I blinked and wrote on the note: "You can pronounce' Gone with the Wind' because I am from afar." Brocade burst into laughter. "So you have the kung fu of floating an iron palm on the water?" Her laughter alarmed Miss Yuan. Maybe because I am a freshman, the teacher left me face. Miss Yuan called Brocade, "Brocade, what are you laughing at? Are you laughing at my lecture? " Then tell me, and I'll go down and listen. "
"Teacher, she said that she floated from a distance, and I doubt that she has the kung fu to float on the water with an iron palm." Brocade pointed at me with a smile and said.
"Ginger, I hope you are serious. You are Jin Yong who has seen too much of the world. You are daydreaming! " The students burst into laughter, and my face turned redder, and my head was so low that my forehead touched the desk. Brocade was punished for truancy.
After class, I hurried to make amends to Brocade. Brocade casually put her arm around my shoulder and said, "It's a very serious matter. Someone will bully you to find me in the future. "
Chatting with her, I learned that there is only a wall between Brocade's house and her sister's house. I don't know whether the blue brick wall is in disrepair or man-made, but there is a hole in the wall through which a person and a cat can pass, which is more convenient for both of us.
From then on, we went to school together and we became inseparable friends.
Brocade belongs to the cycling team of the city sports school. She is very strong and a very boyish girl. When I am bullied by a boy, she will be the first to jump out and fight the boy with her fist.
I remember that in the last semester of the third grade, after school in the afternoon, Brocade went to the sports school for training early because she wanted to participate in the bicycle race in the whole region. I came back by bike alone. When he passed by the side waiting for a new life, he gave my car seat a random pull. Riding a bike failed, and I immediately fell to the ground. My knee just touched the kerb, rubbed off a layer of skin, bled, and my white pants broke a hole and began to cry. Hou Xin was very flustered, kept apologizing and helped me pick up my bike.
Drying my tears, I limped home with a cart. When passing by the open-air stadium of the sports school, Brocade, who was training, saw me and asked me. I saw her cry even more sadly. But I just wiped my tears and didn't mention anything new to her. Brocade has a hot temper. She asked me loudly. I just cried. She got on the racing car, stepped on the ground with one foot and said, "I asked you for the last time." Who bullied you? If you don't say it, I will go to school and ask myself. "
I had to tell the story as a last resort. Brocade cursed and insisted on getting even with Hou Xin. I tried to pull her, but my strength could not stop her. She rode her bike very fast. When I arrived, she and Hou Xin had been taken to the office by the director of the academic affairs office. Brocade and Hou Xindu didn't say it was because of my fight. No matter what the director asked, they all bowed their heads. The director has no choice but to educate them and let them write in-depth examinations. This is Brocade's first time to write an examination, but because of me, I can't tell you how sad I am.
Because Brocade often participates in competitions, her performance is affected. When the first year of high school started, I was still in Class/kloc-0, and Brocade was assigned to Class 3. This has not affected our friendship. If Brocade is idle, we will sit back-to-back under the buttonwood tree on campus, chatting and giggling.
Last semester in Grade Two, Brocade changed, and she was busier. When I see her several times a week, she tells me more that a boy named Shi is the big center of this city's basketball team. At the mention of this boy, she will suddenly cry and laugh. How did Brocade, who is two years older than me and strange, become like this? I really couldn't guess at that time, but I just thought Brocade had become stupid. I haven't seen Shi since I became more and more nervous about my study.
University, Jin 'er and Shi didn't continue to develop in sports, but all chose the local agricultural school, and I went to other places.
I first met Shi after I came back from my freshman year. This boy looks ordinary, but he is very tall. He looks ordinary and his face is covered with "pimples". It looks arrogant, as if it always makes people look up. Brocade was obedient to him and let him tell him what to do. The domineering brocade is gone, but what I see is the brocade of resignation. Brocade told me that she loved him. At that time, I had a preliminary understanding of love and said to Brocade, "Love is mutual, not what one person pays and what the other person takes." . Brocade, he's too tall. You'll get hurt. "
Stubborn brocade and Shi fell in love, ending their college life. That year, I worked in villages and towns, Jin Er worked in the passenger management office, and Shi worked in the agricultural extension station.
One day in August, Brocade came to me in tears and said that Shi had dumped her and wanted to marry the daughter of an official in this city. This is a devastating blow to Boko, who has lived with his teacher Xiao Qiang for a year. She cried hysterically, lost sleep all night and couldn't get in for days. I help her ask for leave to go to work, I ask for leave myself, accompany her every day, persuade her to eat and sleep with her. A month later, Brocade gradually got better and went to work, but this time, Teacher Xiao Qiang really hurt Brocade deeply, and Brocade stopped falling in love.
Later, with my marriage and children, we had less contact. Ten years ago, when Brocade was thirty-one, I suddenly got a call from Brocade saying that she was getting married. I am very happy and wish Brocade a good home this time. However, my expectations were dashed.
Brocade married Peng, six years younger than Brocade and 1.92 meters tall. People are very handsome, with skin as white as a woman and elegant as Jiangnan people. I don't have a proper job and run a game hall with my parents.
Brocade had known him for two months, and under the bombardment of this man, Brocade surrendered. I felt uneasy when I met this man. I begged Brocade to reconsider and not to get married in a hurry. Brocade said with a smile, "You only allow your Jia Jie to be kind to you, so I'm not allowed to love Peng?" Immediately, the two showed sweetness in front of me. I was speechless and burst into tears, but I still strongly urged Brocade to think about it. Jin Er, who refused to listen, married Peng in August of the same year.
At the wedding, I saw Brocade wearing a wedding dress, smiling sweetly, snuggling in Peng's arms, and my heart was uneasy. I asked my lover quietly, "Do you think this sibling love can last forever?" The lover also quietly sighed and said, "I hope they can grow old together!" " "
After marriage, the two began to really love each other, but it didn't last long. Just when Brocade was eight months pregnant with her daughter, Peng took another woman home when Brocade went to work, and Brocade caught her in bed. Peng knelt down to make amends, cried and promised, and I advised her that Brocade forgave him. Ke Peng is still a thief, constantly teasing women with his charming "handsome guy", and Jin Luo forgave him again and again. Peng was pregnant with someone else last year, and the woman came to the door. Brocade was miserable and chose a divorce.
A marriage is over, but there are still too many disappointments after all!
When I took a taxi downstairs to the Civil Affairs Bureau, I saw Brocade standing in the sun. The black chiffon skirt fluttered in the wind and the scorching sun, but I saw the coldness in Brocade's eyes. When she saw me appear, she threw herself into my arms and began to cry.
I came to Jinluojia, hugged her, helped her to lie down and wiped her face with a hot towel.
Brocade told me that she gave Peng all her savings at home, leaving only the house before marriage and her daughter for herself. She cried and said, "Peng has no job, that woman is going to have a baby soon, and he doesn't have much money." How does he live? " I only gave him all the money and didn't ask him for child support. I hope he can have a good life with that woman. "
I hugged Brocade tightly and cried, "Brocade, what a silly Brocade ..." Because I know that Peng and Brocade have been married for ten years, and Peng has never taken a penny home, and all the expenses at home are borne by Brocade. Nowadays, Brocade, who is kind-hearted, has to raise her daughter alone, and she has to think about Peng when she divorces, fearing that he has no job and can't afford to support this family. I sigh.
Maybe when a feeling comes, people will jump on it without hesitation, just like moths to a fire. This feeling is exhausting, and it also makes people remember the notch and disappointment in their hearts!
Brocade was in my arms, tears wet my shoulder and said, "Ping, why is it so cold in August? The teacher left me in August and Peng also left in August. "
I patted Brocade on the shoulder and said with tears in my eyes, "Brocade, it's not cold in August, everything will be fine, and the sun will shine tomorrow."
The memory of August, a period of time in Qingyuan, has fallen into the book of years. Whether you are sick or leaving, you will leave a beautiful legacy. Years, it exudes fragrance. ...