This feeling lasted all the way to Dongguan Town. I got off the bus without even saying goodbye to the beautiful sister. When I stepped on this familiar land again, I no longer had the same mood as when I was expelled for the first time. I had no mood to feel sad anymore. I just wanted to go home and rest as soon as possible. I felt that my body was about to break down at any time. On the way, I ran into a few junior high school classmates who had bullied me before. I immediately pulled out the steel pipe from my bag as a conditioned reflex, and then looked at them with a sinister look. But in fact, I knew that my body would not be able to stand up if someone pushed it casually.

Unexpectedly, they immediately retreated to the side of the road, not even daring to look at me, let alone come over to bully me again. I held the steel pipe in my hand and continued to stagger towards home. When I arrived at the door of my house, a peach tree was in full bloom. I sat on a stone under the tree, took a deep breath for a while, hid the steel pipe between the branches of the tree, and then took my bag and walked into the house. My mother was heating a pot of water on the stove. She was startled when she saw me come in: "Haohao, why are you back?" I put my bag on the ground and whispered: "I was fired." I didn't dare to look at my mother's expression. I walked straight to my bedroom, spread out the quilt and lay down to sleep. I haven't slept well for seven days and seven nights. Coupled with the injuries I suffered in the fight some time ago, my body is now like a machine that can fall apart at any time. I don't know what kind of perseverance I relied on to hold on to today.

I could vaguely hear my mother packing things in my bag, the teapot on the stove making a soft sound, and the wind whirring outside the window... I was finally home, and I could finally have a good rest... I huddled my whole body into the quilt, covering it tightly from head to toe, as if this would give me a sense of security. I should be exhausted now, and I could fall asleep as soon as I touched the pillow, but I couldn't fall asleep in bed, and my mind kept flashing back to the scene of the heavy snow that night. After the gunshot, the world was silent, and a figure slowly fell in front of me...

This scene kept repeating and flashing back in my mind, and I couldn't control it at all. I huddled in the quilt, hoping to fall asleep as soon as possible, but I was always half asleep and half awake, and the whole person was in a mess. I don't know how long it took, my mother called me by the bed: "Haohao, get up and eat, and then go back to sleep." I said drowsily in the quilt: "No, I won't eat." Then I continued to shrink in my own little world. Unconsciously, it seemed to be back to that snowy night, with snowflakes floating all over the sky, but I was the only one running in the snow, as if I wanted to catch something but couldn't catch it.

Finally, I gave up, stopped, and squatted in the snow. It seemed that I was the only one left in the world, and the snowflakes in the sky almost covered my body. It was so cold, I shivered. Of course it would be cold in the snow, I thought. I should go home, and it wouldn't be cold at home. But then I remembered, weren't I already home? Why was it still so cold? No

I fell in the snow, my body was cold from the inside out, and my teeth were chattering. Someone seemed to approach and suddenly brushed away the snow on my head. A warm hand touched my forehead, and then my mother's panicked voice rang out: "It's so hot, you have a fever!" I realized that I had a fever, no wonder I was so cold all over. My mother quickly found antipyretic medicine and asked me to take it with warm water. Then she let me lie down again and put a wet towel on my forehead.

My body was still shivering, and I felt cold from the inside out. My mother would go and wet a towel every once in a while, and then come back to put it on my forehead. I fell asleep again without realizing it, and it seemed like my mother had been working hard by my side all night. At dawn, I still felt cold, and my whole body was shaking, as if I was having an epileptic seizure. My mother was terrified, and she went out to find a doctor. The doctor was from a nearby clinic, and the residents in the area would go to him for any minor illnesses. When he saw me like this, he first took my temperature and said, "It's almost 39 degrees." He gave me an injection, said he would wait and see, and then packed up and left.

After a long time, my condition still didn't improve at all, and it seemed to be getting worse. My mother panicked and called the doctor again. The doctor took my temperature again and said in a panic: "It's almost 40 degrees. Let's take you to a big hospital." My mother couldn't carry me, so she went to ask Yu Chengfei's mother for help. Yu's mother went to the neighbor's house to find an uncle, and then took me to the hospital in town. When we arrived at the hospital, the doctor diagnosed me and said, "This is an illness caused by overwork." Yu's mother asked curiously, "He is a child, why is he overworked? No one lets him work." The doctor said, "It's not just physical, but also psychological. Even though he is a child, he has probably experienced things that we haven't experienced. Okay, the treatment is important, send him back to the ward first."

By this time I was already feverish and had begun to talk nonsense. My mother later recalled that all I could say was, "Kill him, kill him."

After more than an hour of intravenous drip, the fever finally came down, not as severe as before, but not completely gone. It was still a low-grade fever, hovering around 38 degrees, and I was always confused. I opened my eyes several times and asked, "Where is my steel pipe?" My mother just thought I was talking nonsense and didn't take it seriously.

After three or four days, the low-grade fever still persisted. My mother had no choice but to call my father back. My father smelled of sweat and had just come back from the construction site when he came to the hospital. He put his hand on my forehead and said in confusion, "You don't have a fever?" My mother said, "It's a low-grade fever." My father said, "Bullshit, I don't think you have a fever, maybe the thermometer is broken." Then he pulled out the infusion needle on the back of my hand, pulled me up, and asked me seriously, "Son, can you hold on?"

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