Life has to go on, and his elderly parents still have to rely on him to support them.
His younger brother Song Wenming was seriously injured in a fight and is still in jail. His younger sister Song Wenfang has been married for a long time. Although she often helps the family, the family is not very wealthy and cannot give too much.
More still, we have to rely on Song Wenjing himself for support.
Yes, Song Papo's real name is Song Wenjing. Since he became lame, he couldn't find a job, so he started to pick up rags. From then on, he was also nicknamed Song Papo by people he knew.
Thirty years ago, in the summer of 1988, Song Wenjing, who failed the college entrance examination, found a clerical job at a fertilizer factory in the city with the help of his cousin Yi Ping.
Unexpectedly, in less than a month, it was discovered that a person took things from the factory privately.
Song Wenjing, who was not deeply involved in the world, did not understand the ways of the world, was arrogant and had a strong sense of justice, so he went to the security department to report this person on the spot.
Unexpectedly, this man named Zhu Zhiming was the son of the factory director. Everyone usually turned a blind eye and just muddle along, but they happened to meet Song Wenjing, a stupid young man.
There were no surprises in the outcome of the matter, and Zhu Zhiming did not suffer any punishment.
A week later, on the way home, Song Wenjing was deliberately provoked by several strangers, who even broke one of his legs.
With the help of kind-hearted people, Song Wenjing returned home. But after returning home, even greater misfortune was waiting for him.
The only barefoot doctor in the village helped him reattach his broken leg and prescribed some tonics. But more than two months later, Song Wenjing was not able to get off the ground as he wished, but his entire left leg became swollen.
When the family saw this situation, they immediately panicked. They borrowed some money here and there and went to the hospital in the city for re-examination.
But it was too late at that time, and the quack doctors failed to connect the bones properly, which led to Song Wenjing's miserable life.
Song Wenjing hated Zhu Zhiming for asking someone to break his leg; he hated the quack doctor who misled someone; and he also hated his own ignorance and fearlessness for causing all this to happen.
But things have come to this, and at that time, he did not have the ability to change everything.
Once lying in bed, Song Wenjing also wanted to find a chance to take revenge on Zhu Zhiming. But looking at his broken leg, and thinking about his honest parents and young brothers and sisters, he still lost his courage.
The other party is powerful, so don't say whether you can succeed in revenge. Even if you succeed in revenge, you will definitely face more brutal revenge from the other party's family.
Song Wenjing himself was already in this situation, but if his parents, younger brothers and sisters were implicated because of this, how could he feel embarrassed?
He has never been a selfish person, and he also knows that his family has spent everything to support his education. He cannot involve the entire family for his own selfish purposes.
It was getting late, and the harsh sun finally learned to be shy and hid. A cool breeze blew by, and I suddenly felt refreshed.
At this time, Song Wenjing had already come out of another community and was about to return to his rental house to cook dinner.
The sunset was still hanging in the sky, and Song Wenjing didn't seem very anxious.
The residence is still some distance away from here, and it will take at least half an hour to get back on a tricycle. What's more, the car is already loaded with all kinds of junk.
Although I was bullied by others in the afternoon, except for being slightly angry and unhappy at first, I gradually forgot about it after that.
This kind of thing is inevitable. As the lowest level of society, he has experienced this kind of experience too many times.
Today's harvest was good, and I even received a bunch of books from the 1950s and 1960s.
Although it's not worth much money, if you take it to the Confucian Temple and show it around, maybe if someone likes it, you can sell it for a few hundred yuan. And the cost he recovered is only a few cents per pound.
This may be called a kind of picking up things. After all, in this era, the possibility of picking up good things is not as high as in the past. Being able to make this small profit already makes Song Wenjing happy.
The residence is in an almost abandoned private house in the urban-rural fringe. The rent of 300 yuan a month is not very expensive. The main reason is that the place is about to be demolished and the landlord needs help to look after the house, so Song Wenjing is allowed to live there.
Go in.
Song Wenjing pedaled the tricycle slowly. The factor of his left leg prevented him from exerting force like a normal person, so he could only rush to the rental house at his own pace.
The weather in summer changes all the time. Just a moment ago, it seemed like the sunset was setting and the years were peaceful. In the blink of an eye, there were dark clouds, thunder was rumbling, and a heavy rain was about to come.
Song Wenjing hurriedly parked the car, planning to take out the plastic paper he had always kept in the car and cover his rags to prevent the collected books from getting wet and no longer easy to dispose of.
When he just got out of the car and was about to take action, a thunder suddenly sounded in the sky.
"Rumble..." The sound was so loud that Song Wenjing trembled with fright. Before he could make another move, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky and struck suddenly, illuminating the already dark sky brightly.
The heavy rain came as expected, giving Song Wenjing no time to react. The things on the tricycle suddenly became wet.
Song Wenjing cursed God, but did not dare to neglect the movements of his hands. It was not until he covered the plastic paper tightly that a moment of relief appeared on his face.
At this time, there was no dry place on his body. It would be no exaggeration to say that he was a drowned rat.
But Song Wenjing didn't care. What's so great about being showered with water in summer? It's not that winter is unbearable.
So, he got in the car again, pedaled the tricycle vigorously and rushed towards the rental house.
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the sky was already dark. Coupled with the rain, it became harder and harder to see the road. Especially when we got to the outskirts, there were no street lights, making Song Wenjing walk like a ghost on a rainy night.
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Suddenly, at the intersection, the lights of two cars came over. They were going very fast and showed no intention of slowing down.
Song Wenjing, who was about to go straight, saw the lights of the car about to turn, and quickly pulled the handbrake, trying to stop the tricycle first and let the other car pass first.
But I don’t know whether it was because of the poor driving skills of the driver, or because of the slippery road on a rainy day, or because of the high speed of the car. The car was unable to turn around, but rushed straight towards Song Wenjing’s tricycle.
Song Wenjing, who was parked at the same spot, had no time to react. He just subconsciously wanted to get out of the car and dodge. But the speed of the car was so fast and the distance between the two parties was so close. There was no room for him to dodge.
"Bang!" The front of the car hit the left front wheel of the tricycle as expected, and also hit Song Wenjing's body.
The tricycle was immediately shattered into pieces, and the tatters on the car were flying all over the sky. Among them was a Song Wenjing, which also flew out. It was thrown a full ten meters away before it landed heavily on the cement.
On the ground.
Blood spurted out of Song Wenjing's mouth as if it was free of money, but he could not feel any pain, but he could no longer move his limbs.
At this time, he was still very conscious, as if he could feel his life passing by.
The car didn't move, and the lights were still shining ahead, but the people in the car had no intention of getting out of the car.
Hesitant? Struggled? Frightened?
Song Wenjing didn't know what the state of mind of the person in the car was like now. Deep down in his heart, he still hoped that the other person could send him to the hospital for treatment in time.
If his elderly parents had no one to take care of them, their old age could be imagined. He did not want his accident to lead to other tragedies.
But contrary to expectations, there is no shortage of kind-hearted people in this society, but shameless people are also everywhere.
The car started up again, turned urgently, and drove away in the heavy rain, without paying any attention to Song Wenjing, who was lying on the ground unable to move.
"Hey!" Mixed with blood, a whining sigh came from Song Wenjing's mouth.
The cold ground was already covered with rainwater. Song Wenjing just lay there quietly, recalling his miserable life in his mind.
Gradually, the body becomes colder and colder, and life is slowly passing by.
Finally, half an hour later, he closed his eyes, and a drop of turbid tears fell into the rain, but it was unable to make any waves.