Mouth to mouth rescue

It was mid-January when heavy snow began to fall in Nanshan Village.

The materials for Zhou Chuzhuo's rehabilitation were delayed for more than ten days due to heavy snow. Although I waited and waited anxiously every day, when I really saw the "materials for the rehabilitation of comrade Zhou Chuzhuo's unjust, false and wrong case", I did not feel much joy after a calamity, but instead felt infinite sadness.

The man hanging on the crooked tree didn't get this line of title, and so did many others. It seemed to be a correction of mistakes, but it was more like a reward for the glory of the brave. The injustices that really happened were redressed in this way.

The next day, Zhou Huaiyue went to Ping'an County to call his mother and tell her the good news. He also sent a telegram to Shen Roujiao, saying that they were going back to the capital.

After things were settled, he went to the train station to ask about buying tickets. Zhou's father had a bad back, and it would take more than 30 hours to get from Ping'an to the capital, so Zhou Huaiyue wanted to buy a sleeper ticket.

After asking, I found out that buying a berth is not something you can do just by having money.

In those days, there were few trains with sleeper berths, and there were also few sleeper carriages. If you wanted to buy a sleeper berth, you needed a letter of introduction from your employer and show your work permit, etc. It was not an easy thing to do.

Moreover, as the year draws to a close, train tickets are in short supply. It is almost impossible to buy tickets on the day of departure, so one can only grab tickets one day in advance, which means that Zhou Huaiyue will have to stay in the county town with his father for a few days.

When I returned to Nanshan Village, there were several villagers sitting at home, including the village chief, and all the procedures for stamping various documents had been completed.

"Old Zhou, once you go back, we will never see you again in this life. You are gods in distress. After surviving the catastrophe, it's time to return to your original place. There is nothing valuable in the village, so just take this basket of eggs." They knew it was time for Zhou Chuzhuo to leave.

The wrinkled old village chief picked up a hand-woven bamboo basket on the ground, lifted the red cloth covering it, spread dry straw around it, and filled it with red-dotted eggs.

This is a local custom, and the red dot symbolizes warding off disasters and evil spirits.

"What are you doing? Take the eggs back. Leave the bamboo baskets behind. I'm clumsy and I haven't learned how to weave baskets from the folks after coming here for so many years." Zhou Chuzhuo's eyes were filled with tears. He knew that these were the eggs that the folks were saving, intending to exchange them for money for the New Year.

They reserved their best things for this outsider who could do nothing but write and paint.

The basket of eggs was not taken away after all.

That night, Zhou Chuzhuo took his son to return the eggs from house to house, and also distributed the paintings he had created over the years. He came to this village empty-handed, and he should leave empty-handed too.

The next day was the children’s last writing class.

In the winter in the north, the hands and feet are frozen. The children who came to write had their hands so cold that they couldn't hold the pen. All the children came, except the little nun.

Zhou Huaiyue burned some firewood in the brazier and asked everyone to gather around it to warm their hands. He then took out some White Rabbit milk candies from his bag and shared them with the children.

He bought some candy at the bus station when he returned to the city, the best White Rabbit candy.

Everyone knew that Zhou and his son would leave Nanshan Village. After class, the children surrounded Zhou Chuzhuo and said a lot of things. The sentence they repeated most was: Don't forget them.

Life is a journey, and every journey has its own separations and reunions. Most people never see each other again. Zhou Huaiyue didn't like this kind of scene. He stood outside the door, looking at the Taoist temple on the opposite mountain. Why didn't Lingxi come? He still had some White Rabbit candy in his pocket for her.

"Ding-ling-ling, ding-ling-ling." When I heard the bell, I knew the postman was here to deliver mail again. "Zhou Huaiyue, letter!"

"Thank you, I'll treat you to some candy." He threw the candy in his pocket to the green-clothed man who was not afraid of the wind and snow. They rode a 28-inch bicycle, traveling between villages and towns, delivering good or bad news. Zhou Huaiyue had never been so eager to meet someone before, and the postman was definitely one of them.

"Hey, it's White Rabbit. Save it for your daughter when you get home. Hehe." The postman sniffed it through the flowery candy wrapper. It smelled of a sweet milky scent. It was so good.

"Wait, there's more." Zhou Huaiyue went back into the house, grabbed a few more and threw them to the man in green clothes.

"You're welcome, thank you." The postman was reluctant to open any of the packets, so he put them all into his thick cotton-padded jacket pocket, then rode his bicycle and waved away.

Zhou Huaiyue looked at the green figure and said softly, "Goodbye."

The children were still in the house. He went to the front of the house and opened Shen Roujiao's reply letter in a sheltered corner. This time, he waited for almost twenty days.

In the letter, Shen Roujiao said that she bought a 15-inch black-and-white TV for the village, a Panda brand TV that cost more than 500 yuan. The TV was placed at the medicinal materials purchasing station. Every night after the 7 o'clock news broadcast, the whole village gathered together to watch the TV series "There is a Young Man"; the station has been doing good business recently, and people from all over the country who dig medicinal materials come here; 18 bodyguards escort the delivery of medicinal materials, and the effect is very good. They are really good at fighting; in the end, she grumbled and complained that Russian is difficult and she is afraid that she will regress in the final exam, but Sister Yu's grades are improving rapidly, and there will be no problem in the college entrance examination...

After reading it, he folded it, put it in an envelope, and put it directly into his cotton quilt. He planned to write back in a few days when he arrived in the capital.

After the children left, the father and son began to pack their luggage. In fact, there was not much, so they gave away everything that could be given away. Only some odds and ends were left, which had been with Zhou Chuzhuo all these years.

In the middle of the night, the moon was very round, and the moonlight sprinkled on the desk like a thin white frost, like powdered sugar sprinkled on corn cakes, a little sweet.

They will set off tomorrow, and they are so excited that they can't sleep at all. They have waited too long for this day of family reunion.

"Knock, knock, knock!" There were urgent and loud knocks on the door, and the moonlight shook.

Lingxi was outside the door, panting and shouting, "Brother Huaiyue! Come out quickly. My master, she, she is dying, she wants to see you. Brother Huaiyue! Come on!"

It didn't take long for Zhou Huaiyue to rush out, "Let's go."

Since the beginning of winter, Master's health has been deteriorating day by day, and she has been sleeping for longer and longer periods of time. Last night, at around 4 or 5 in the morning, she woke up from her sleep and insisted on asking for divination. After asking, she had a high fever and tried everything she could, but the temperature would not go down.

After drinking the porridge that was cooked at night, the master started to vomit loudly. She kept vomiting until she could not vomit anything anymore. She felt that her time was up and she wanted to see Zhou Huaiyue.

Under the moonlight, the mountain road leading to the Taoist temple was eerily quiet.

Lingxi almost trotted up the mountain, and Zhou Huaiyue followed behind, holding the small brocade wooden box tightly in his hand.

Rushing through the red gate of the Taoist temple, Lingxi shouted, "Grand Master, Brother Huaiyue is here."

Jingxuan came out of the house and pulled Zhou Huaiyue aside. His expression changed from calm to panic. "She is not well. I only let you in. I have tried everything I can. If, if..."

Jingxuan couldn't continue. Although as a doctor, she had seen too many deaths, the master had saved her life and they had a master-disciple relationship. Seeing this scene, even though she was mentally prepared, she was still afraid and wanted to try again. The master was reluctant to leave because her third disciple had not arrived yet.

"I brought this, it can save lives." Zhou Huaiyue opened his hands and took out a white plastic ball from the brocade wooden box. He squeezed the ball open and found a golden pill wrapped in white paper inside.

What he brought was China's number one life-saving pill, Angong Niuhuang Pill, which can really save lives at critical moments.

"That's great, you go in quickly and let her live." Jing Xuanyang wiped away the tears from his eyes, as if he had caught a ray of light in the darkness, and the hope of life was instantly ignited.

On the kang, the master was breathing weakly. When she heard footsteps coming in, she opened her eyes tiredly, her gaze fell on Zhou Huaiyue's face, and asked in a voice that was almost inhaling but not exhaling: "Have you ever saved someone?"

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Shocked!

How did she know? Could she have figured it out by fortune-telling?

"Take this pill first. I'll tell you later." Saving lives is the most important thing. The master's breathing is disordered. His life is the most important thing at this moment.

Zhou Huaiyue broke the gold foil-wrapped pill into several small pieces, then helped the master up, let her lean on him, and helped her swallow it bit by bit with warm water.

After taking the medicine and lying flat for more than ten minutes, Master's face gradually regained color, the color of his lips gradually returned to normal, and his breathing became much smoother. He took his pulse, and it was full, with the pulses of the three parts, Cun, Guan, and Chi, tending to be stable.

The master drank some more water and stopped vomiting.

Seeing that she had finally recovered, Zhou Huaiyue said to the person outside the door: "Don't worry, the person has been rescued."

Behind the curtain, Jingxuan and Lingxi kept thanking each other, and finally they felt relieved.

"Did you calculate how I saved someone?" Zhou Huaiyue didn't deny it. He was a little panicked by the stare of the master, afraid that all his little secrets would be discovered.

"I dreamed about it." The master replied.

She dreamed that Zhou Huaiyue was fishing by a river and suddenly saw a man floating down from upstream. Without thinking much, he rushed over, picked up the man and dragged him to the shore.

The person rescued was a girl of fifteen or sixteen years old.

"I saved a fellow villager." He thought of that day.

On the hottest day of August, Zhou Huaiyue, as usual, hid in a cool place by the river. When he had nothing to do, he used a pencil to draw natural scenery, and when he was hungry, he went to the river to catch fish.

That day was also strange. He stood in the river for a long time without finding any fish. Just as he was about to give up and walk towards the shore, he saw a person floating in the distance.

He was frightened at first, but when he came to his senses, Zhou Huaiyue waded over quickly. The water was not deep, only up to his thighs.

What a personality!

He hugged her and dragged her to the shore.

It was a girl who had lost consciousness due to drowning. Every second counted and she had to be rescued immediately. Zhou Huaiyue leaned over and said, "I'm sorry."

He performed mouth-to-mouth artificial respiration on the girl, and then CPR. After performing dozens of chest compressions, he performed artificial respiration again. He kept repeating this until Zhou Huaiyue was almost out of strength. The girl suddenly coughed up a few saliva and breathed in big gulps.

Before she tried to open her eyes, Zhou Huaiyue hid himself in a pile of water plants, where no one could find him.

He just wanted to save people and didn't want to get into trouble.

I don't want to repeat over and over again how I found out, how I saved the girl, and how I saved her mouth to mouth!

After the girl regained consciousness, she kept slapping her forehead while lying on the ground. From a distance, it looked like she suspected that her brain was broken, otherwise she wouldn't have slapped it so hard.

After patting a few times, she sat up to pat, and then shook her head violently, with such force that it felt like she wanted to shake out all the water in her brain.

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After shaking her head, the girl made an incredible gesture towards the sky. She first raised her middle finger and cursed: "Fuck!"

Then he raised his index finger, placed it on the end of his eyebrow, raised his elbow, and shouted happily, "Yeah! Happy rebirth!"

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You wouldn't save a fool, would you?!