Short Story

Kaifeng died, died at night a few years ago, and committed suicide by drinking pesticides.

Kaifeng was about twelve years old when he died. Hearing the news, several of our playmates can't wait to see him. When he arrived at his home, he lay flat on the ground, covered with a layer of wheat straw, as if he were asleep quietly. Looking at his thin figure, he was not afraid at that time, but felt pity. This is the first time we have seen a corpse. We always associate the corpse with "ghosts and souls" in our hearts, so we are afraid, but the curiosity of children is always accompanied by courage. When curiosity overcame fear and saw his body, there was no initial curiosity, only fear and worry!

Later, I heard adults say that Kaifeng looked ugly when he died. His upper body was leaning against the bed, foaming at the mouth, his eyes were slightly open and turned up, his heels were bleeding on the ground, and his hands were stretched out as if to catch something. We are even more afraid.

Kaifeng is a neighbor's son. As for why he is called Kaifeng, it is unknown. He is older than a group of our playmates. Now he is three years older than me.

Kaifeng is disabled. Both hands have six fingers, and the sixth finger is on the outside of the thumb. It is curved and thin, with only one joint and no nails. It looks a little awkward. Maybe it's because of our habit of seeing five fingers.

His mouth and eyes are a little oblique, and his mouth occasionally drools, so he needs to wipe it with a handkerchief at any time. His eyes are whiter than Kurome's, and Kurome leans a little to the right, but his eyesight is good. Testicular swelling is like a fist. We don't know what caused it. When we met, we called him "the old gas bomb". Later we learned that it was caused by hernia.

Kaifeng usually talks very little, but he is very smart. Before he was seven years old, we often played together. At that time, we never made fun of him and thought he was no different from us. After he was eight years old, he became a little sensible, and we often ridiculed his shortcomings. At first, he never cared. Later, when we talked too much, he would say, "You can talk later."

At that time, we were also naughty children who were not sensible. We never thought what kind of blow our ridicule would bring him. Every time we taunt him, he almost cries, and we always leave happily as "winners".

Although the adults in our family repeatedly taught us not to talk about his defects, we really didn't realize that this was our problem at that time, so we didn't want to correct or leave some "face" for his defects.

Later, he didn't come out to play with us much, perhaps because he was afraid of being laughed at by us. He often hides at home. In fact, he should have gone to school long ago, but he didn't register until the first grade of our primary school. Later, he saw us go to school happily with our schoolbags on our backs every day, probably because of envy. A month later, his father signed him up for school, so he became a member of our school "army". At this time, we stopped mocking and laughing at him.

At first, he was happy to go to school to play with us, but there were many children at school and more and more people talked about him. Several partners in our village have also been "protecting" him, but at school, he is always afraid. Later, he felt that people would always talk about him, so he and his family stopped going to school.

The teacher and several friends from our village all went to his house to persuade him, but he seemed determined not to go.

His primary school life lasted less than two months. Later, his father bought him a little black pig, and he specially raised a little black pig. This little black pig is so cute that we all like it very much. At that time, we didn't know the word "pet", and Xiaohei became a pet in Kaifeng.

The biggest difference between Xiaohe and our captive pigs is that Xiaohe is clean and his hair is black and bright. Later, I learned that Kaifeng often bathed him. Pigs are herbivores. At first, we were all curious about how he fed the little black pig. According to adults, Kaifeng always takes his little black pig to play and eat grass in the fields after school. Maybe he avoided us on purpose. I think so, too. I know he is unhappy because of our ridicule. Maybe he is happiest only when he is alone with the little black pig.

When he doesn't want to go to school, several friends from the same village often run to his window and tell him what class the teacher will have today, and he will show him his notebook. He wrote some homework in his notebook for us to correct for the teacher, but later he didn't want to write it. We swore at his window that we would never talk about him again. With our encouragement, he took up his schoolbag and went to school with us.

From then on, he became silent and didn't go out often when he came home from school, but he did his homework carefully and always got a few more "five-pointed stars" than us. We are not "mocking" him, but "worshiping" his study.

One afternoon, during Chinese class, when we were playing wildly on the playground, we heard someone shouting in the men's room. As soon as we heard the sound, we knew it was opened. His father, our parents and teachers all told us to help him more at school. When we heard the sound, five or six students in our village went to the men's room. When we went in, Kaifeng was lying on the ground, and two "senior" (second grade) students rode on him, hitting him with their hands and shouting "monster". We want to help him, but we are afraid. Let's pull him up together and pat him on the dust. Kaifeng didn't say a word and didn't run home. The bell rang and we all ran to the classroom.

We didn't see Kaifeng until after school, so we took his schoolbag and notebook back. Kaifeng usually cherishes his schoolbag and notebook, but when we gave him something he cherished today, he threw it into the kitchen without saying a word.

"Kaifeng, why do you still put them in the kitchen hall? They need to use it in class! "

Thanks, I don't want to go to school.

"Why, we didn't laugh at you. Next time you go to the toilet, shall we go with you? "

"Kaifeng, today we were going to help you revenge, but they are sophomores, and we are afraid that we can't beat him. If we are sophomores, we will definitely help you. "

No, I won't go to school anymore, and I don't want to go to school.

A group of us didn't know how to persuade him, so we had to leave angrily and play.

The next day, when we went to see him go to school, he really didn't want to go with us. He said that he still likes to be with Blackie, and Blackie won't laugh at him.

In the first few days, with the teacher's concern, we will show him what we learned that day when we come back from school.

Kaifeng, this is the course you learned today. This book is given to you by Mr. Liu. Remember what is marked on it.

"I don't want to learn. Don't give me books, or I will burn them. "

Thinking he was joking with us, he gave him the book and went home separately.

The next morning, we were surprised when we went to Kaifeng's house to get our homework and books.

"Kaifeng, your homework and books? We will take them to the teacher to correct them. "

"It was burned yesterday, and now it is ashes. Don't bring me books and homework next time, or I'll burn them. "

We left angrily and told the teacher about the school. The teacher didn't say anything either.

Early Saturday morning, we saw Mr. Liu, a Chinese teacher, come to Kaifeng's home. We didn't see Kaifeng. We just watched Teacher Liu (who was afraid of teachers at that time) talking to Kaifeng's father from a distance. As for what he said, he didn't hear it. As a result, Kaifeng didn't go to school on Monday, and Chinese teacher Liu didn't give us books and notebooks after school. Since then, Kaifeng has never been to school.

Kaifeng began to concentrate on raising his little black. Apart from occasionally seeing him playing in other places, we hardly see him at other times, so the number of contacts with him gradually decreases.

By the end of the year, under his careful care, Xiaohe had grown to 100 kilograms. Now he and Blackie are like Fern and Wilbur in Charlotte's Web. Fern, who is full of love, has always loved her friend and partner Wilbur. Although I don't think Kaifeng has read this book, he also loves the little black Wilbur. They became friends with each other. Perhaps Kaifeng will be happiest only with Xiaohei. /kloc-Xiao Hei, who weighs more than 0/00 kg, also likes to be with Kaifeng. They are inseparable and are really good friends.

In the twelfth lunar month, every household has to buy new year's goods. Unfortunately, Xiaohe also entered the "list" of these foods.

At that time, Chinese New Year was all about killing pigs. Seeing Blackie become the meat on the chopping board, Kaifeng went crazy and quarreled with his family, but it didn't help. I heard that one night, he left the village with Blackie and disappeared. The family members hurried with flashlights, and the village looked for them everywhere. I looked everywhere in the village, but I couldn't find it. His parents began to worry, so they mobilized the whole village to look for it together. Finally, I found them by a pond called Jiuliantang. When he was found, he and Xiaohei slept side by side and fell asleep. The cold wind in winter blew this man and a pig.

Kaifeng's father was about to go up and hit them when he was forcibly pulled by the people next to him. When people woke up Kaifeng, Kaifeng said anxiously, "Dad, Blackie is my friend. You can't kill Blackie!" "

Everyone next to him is beating around the bush. Although Kaifeng's father was still angry, he also said some soft words.

"Kaifeng, come back with me. I won't kill Blackie. Did you go to the market to buy meat this year? "

Kaifeng saw that his father had said something soft, so he took everyone back with confidence.

Around the twentieth day of the twelfth lunar month, after cleaning the dust, every household began to prepare for the last bath before the New Year. Kaifeng's father also took him to the town to take a bath. After breakfast, they went to the bathhouse in the town. In his father's words, taking a bath in the morning makes the water in the pool clean.

Kaifeng sat behind his father's bike, clutching the iron railing under the back seat with both hands. At this moment, Kaifeng really wants to learn from us sitting behind his father's bike and hugging the waist of adults with our hands, but he just thinks about it. He didn't have the courage to put his hand around his father's waist. He always thinks that his shortcomings are a burden to his family and an object of ridicule.

Kaifeng knew that his father and family lost a lot of happiness because of his appearance. He blamed his parents for being partial and gave his younger brother and sister a complete look, but he gave him an incomplete look. He has no choice but to suffer and blame himself. All this makes him sensitive, suspicious, self-abased, and his self-esteem is very fragile. Every time he thinks of his incompleteness, he struggles with his eager hands countless times, but he still gives up the courage to reach out. Inner contradictions made him afraid to reach out and hug his father's waist and feel his father's broad back.

At ten o'clock in the morning, the father and son came back from the bath. On the way back, Kaifeng sat on his father's frame and kept thinking about it. When he got home, he also burned some hot water for Xiaohei to take a hot bath and celebrate the New Year cleanly.

When he got home, Kaifeng couldn't wait to find Xiaohei, ready to boil water to give him a bath, but he ran all over the place where Xiaohei usually stayed and couldn't find it.

"Mom, where is the little black? Didn't he sleep in the haystack behind the house when I left? "

"Kaifeng, listen to mom, when you go to take a shower, it happened that someone in the village came to buy pigs. I think since you don't want us to kill him, Blackie has grown so big that you can only sell it. " Mother looked at her father with her eyes.

"What, you sold my little black? Have you discussed it with dad? One tricked me into taking a bath, and the other sold blackie while I was away. "

"The little black is my friend. How can you sell my friend? They'll kill him. You are all murderers. "

Sad Kaifeng sat on the ground, clutching his hair and venting his anger. He can't get back at his parents, so he has to get back at himself. He felt that he was useless and could not protect Blackie after all. Kaifeng rolled on the ground, crying sadly, and her new clothes after bathing were covered with dust.

After crying for a while, the tears gradually disappeared from his eyes, and his expression became unusually calm, but his eyes lost their luster.

He stopped crying and making trouble. Under the gaze of his family, he quietly walked to the locust tree in front of the door, sat down with his back against the trunk and looked blankly at the pond in front of him. It was already very cold in December, and his mother advised him to go home, but he just wouldn't listen.

His mother brought him a bowl of rice at lunch, but he didn't eat it. After a while, his brother also brought him a bowl of rice. He didn't eat, just smiled and smiled a little calmly. The six-year-old brother smiled happily when he saw his brother smiling at him.

In this way, Kaifeng leans under the locust tree in front of the door during the day and doesn't eat rice. It was very late that he went home to sleep under the pull of his mother and brother. The adults were afraid of him jumping into the river and stared at him in turn.

Two days later, it is the 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month, and the traditional off-year comes on time in people's expectation. This morning, Kaifeng didn't lean under the locust tree in front of the door as early as two days ago.

When my six-year-old brother went to see him, he saw his brother leaning on the leg of the bed, foaming at the mouth and motionless. He thought his brother was still sleeping and ran away.

At breakfast, my mother called Kaifeng to eat and saw him foaming at the mouth lying on the leg of the bed with an empty bottle on the right side of his body. The eye-catching "dichlorvos" label scared my mother to shout. My mother ran to Kaifeng like crazy, shook him with her hand and cried loudly: "His father, his father, come quickly, it's amazing!" "

Kaifeng didn't respond to her cry. He can never respond to her cry. There is a worn pencil on the left hand side of Kaifeng, and there is a crumpled paper not far away. Maybe he wants to write something before he dies, but what can Kaifeng write after studying for a few days?

This has become a mystery, forever fixed in his 12 years old!

Kaifeng died, died on the eve of off-year, and committed suicide by drinking pesticides, ending his twelve-year-old youth.

Because he died young, according to rural customs, he could not enter the ancestral grave. Before the new year, with the help of the whole village, he was finally buried on the ridge of the pond called "Jiuliantang". There is no tombstone in the place where he and Xiaohei once slept, only a low grave bag.