Republic of China small businessman

There was a cholera outbreak in the North a few years ago, and it happened again this time, causing panic.

As soon as the Russian consulate got the news, it immediately exerted pressure to drive back all the Chinese in Heihe, and the border market was quickly closed to draw a clear line.

On the other side, several people in the Japanese caravan also died, almost at the same time as Sun Dajiang.

This matter is strange, but the epidemic is serious, and no one pursued it for a while. They only cut off the traffic arteries around Heihe, and called for doctors to quickly build a treatment shed.

Everyone in the Bai family in the Heihe winery was quarantined, but I don't know if the factory is clean or the workshop has been disinfected on weekdays, and no one has been infected for the time being.But because all of them have been to the patrol station, someone from above specially came to deliver the medicine, waited for them to eat and observed for a while, and then left after confirming that nothing happened.

But overnight, five more people died in Heihe one after another.

There were two workers and an accountant from the former Changshan Distillery. They had close contact with Sun Dajiang before, but the other two were unexpected. They were the three children and two boys of Fang Ji'an's family.

There were few doctors in the Heihe area, and many doctors were seconded from Qinghe County and other counties and counties. Regardless of their specialty, especially Western medicine, all those who could cure diseases and save lives were invited.Dr. Lin rushed over after receiving the letter, and behind him was Fang Jiwu carrying a medicine box.Fang Jiwu wears the same long-sleeved clothes as Dr. Lin, and wears a cotton wool mask. He works as an assistant with Dr. Lin, but he never expected that the first thing he will do when he comes here is to see off a few relatives at home.

Fang Jiwu gritted his teeth and didn't listen to other relatives' advice to hold a big funeral. He only ordered three thin coffins to bury his father and younger brother.

This season, the Heihe soil layer has not yet frozen, so it can be dug deeper. He asked Dr. Lin, if he wants to stop becoming a source of infection, one should bury it deeply and the other should be incinerated.

Others speak lightly, and as long as they open their mouths about the burning, they will be outraged and can only be buried deeply.

Fang Jiwu had no money, and his family only had a broken house, so he had no choice but to come to Xie Jing.

Xie Jing heard the news from the guard of the factory building that he still had some silver dollars on his body and planned to give them to Fang Jiwu, but Zhang Huwei stopped him just two steps away, "Xiao Xie, don't go."

Xie Jing said: "Master, I still have money."

Zhang Huwei just went to buy rice noodles, and he still carried a bag of rice in his hand. After putting it down, he walked over in three or two steps: "I know you are rich, but you are still young. Haven't you heard from the doctor? This disease is most likely to be transmitted to the elderly and children." Now, I have to hide, don’t go, I’ll go out and give it to him.” He took the money bag from Xie Jing and turned it upside down, then took two yuan from his pocket and put it in, “I’ll scrape together 20 yuan for you. Give him the whole yuan, you wait in the factory, don't go anywhere, there is no one on this street!"

Xie Jing nodded in agreement.

After a while, Zhang Huwei came back and handed him a piece of paper: "I have given you the money. Your classmate is pretty good. He wrote a note saying that he will pay back the loan after two years."

Xie Jing didn't care too much about this, seeing Zhang Huwei going to move the rice again, she bent down to help too: "Master, I'm here."

"Hey, no, I'm moving out, not the kitchen in our factory."

Xie Jing walked two steps and came back, the rice bag on her shoulder was not put down, she looked up at Zhang Huwei.

Zhang Huwei laughed: "Silly boy, put it down quickly, I'm going to deliver rice to Master Jiu, and the convoy of Master Jiu has returned, and now Heihe can't get in, so it's stationed outside."

Xie Jing's eyes lit up, and when Zhang Huwei called him to put down the rice bag, he was a little bit reluctant, but he put it down obediently.

Zhang Huwei walked two steps, and heard the little apprentice calling him from behind.

"Master, wait a moment, bring me a letter to Master Jiu."

"Success, you go, I'll wait for you here for a while."

Xie Jing ran back to his room. He lived here in the staff dormitory, and he was allocated a double room on the second floor. Because the guards around Lord Jiu were divided into two groups to follow him to Heihe on weekdays, this room was for him alone. living.Xie Jing walked around inside twice, took a pen and paper out and spread it on the table for a while, but didn't know what to write. He had a lot of things to say to Master Jiu, but after thinking about it, he didn't know which sentence to start— —He wanted to see Grandpa, and he was happy when he saw him without saying a word.

Xie Jing bit the tip of her pen and thought about it. Just as she wrote "Master", her wrists began to tremble, and the tips of her ears felt hot.

Really unable to write, thinking that Zhang Huwei wouldn't be able to wait too long, he grabbed a few words that had been copied on the table and stuffed them in. This was the homework that Master Jiu had left for him before he left, and he finished it carefully.

Xie Jing ran down and handed the thick letter to Zhang Huwei. Zhang Huwei was startled: "You are so good at writing so much?"

"It's the handwriting I practiced before. I'm not good at handwriting. My master told me to write more."

Zhang Huwei took it with a smile, "You are the one with the most honest heart in our entire east courtyard. Okay, I'll send it for you."

After he left, Xie Jing didn't stay idle, and climbed to the tallest tower of the factory building, looking from a distance, he could vaguely see a row of tents not far away.

He stayed there and watched, and didn't come down until supper.

Zhang Huwei brought him a reply letter from Lord Jiu, which was much simpler than Xie Jing's thick letter.

Two words were written on a thin page: passable.

Xie Jing was delighted to receive it for a long time, carefully put it away, put it in her own box, and put it together with other treasures. The little stone tiger, which Grandma Kou valued very much, was crookedly pressed on that piece of letter paper. .

In the middle of the night, Xie Jing suddenly felt chills and then fever. He had experienced cholera once, knew the seriousness of the epidemic, so he dressed himself tightly, and put on a cotton-padded mask. Rolled under the bed, unable to stand up.

There was a lot of movement in his room, which alarmed Zhang Huwei who lived next to him. He put on his clothes and came out to knock on the door a few times, shouting at the top of his voice, "Xiao Xie? Are you okay, Xiao Xie?"

Xie Jing's forehead was scorching hot, but his body was shivering from the cold, and he couldn't make a sound when he opened his mouth.

Outside the door, Zhang Huwei couldn't wait any longer, he yelled a few times and got no response, so he kicked open the door and went in.

Xie Jing felt carried away, the sudden high fever made him fall into a coma, and he seemed to see a pair of moon-white boots in a trance.

Xie Jing had a very long dream.

In the dream, he went back to the time when he first met Master Jiu.

He was the most popular martial arts student in the provincial government at that time, because of his handsome appearance, he was different from other martial arts students, and his appearance was extra points. He was especially good at playing Zhao Zilong, a young hero holding a silver gun, beating drums, and winning every battle.

It's just that the ever-victorious general on stage is no match for reality. When he returns to the audience, he is still the same Xie Jing who runs around every day just to fill his stomach.

Later, the troupe owner sold him to the Cao family in the provincial capital. The young master of the Cao family treated him very well and opened a theater to praise him. , can only temporarily entrust him to Bai Jiuye.

Young Master Cao said: "Ah Jing, Bai Jiu is my best friend. He has a good character. You should live with him for two years first, and I will pick you up after two years."

Young Master Cao said again: "You must wait for me to come back from overseas. I have learned new-style drama and will write scripts for you. Peking opera is the quintessence of the country. You have talent, so you should continue to sing."

Xie Jing didn't want to sing, but he knew that Young Master Cao was a good person, so he nodded in agreement.

In this way, Young Master Cao packed his daily costumes and daily necessities into several large boxes, and sent them to Bai's house together with Xie Jing himself.

The Bai family was more than twice the size of Cao's mansion. Xie Jing stood in the foyer and looked up, and saw Bai Jiuye walking down the mahogany escalator slowly.

Master Jiu looked at him, and then at the pile of luggage behind him. His voice was flat and he was cleaned up, and he arranged a place for him.

Xie Jing actually remembered the other party. He knew that Master Jiu and Young Master Cao often came to the theater together, but Master Jiu was so cold that he didn't dare to come forward to say anything. In addition, he had just changed his environment and was withdrawn. Bored in the room can not go out.

Later, an epidemic broke out in the provincial government, and many people fell ill for a while, and two of the people who took care of Lord Jiu also fell ill. The doctor was afraid of contagion, so the rest of the servants who had contact with him were quarantined for treatment.Xie Jing didn't get infected because he was at home all the time. The housekeeper found him and gave him a bag of ocean, wanting him to take care of Lord Jiu. Xie Jing took the money and asked for a deed.

The housekeeper said: "How can I have your deed? You were sent by the Cao family, so you should still be in the Cao family."

Xie Jing insisted: "I saw Master Cao gave it to you."

The butler finally compromised and only said to give it later.

Xie Jing took care of Jiuye for nearly a month without undressing his clothes. He was in good health and took medicine in advance. He was not infected. He also took injections from Western medicine. He boiled a syringe with boiling water every day and gave Jiuye an injection.

The epidemic is so severe that there are not enough doctors. It is a blessing to be able to get medicines.

At first, the effect was insignificant, Jiuye was shivering at night, Xie Jing gritted his teeth, took off his coat for the sake of the contract, and hugged him to sleep together, warming him with body temperature, for more than half a month, at least he was rescued.

Master Jiu's condition improved little by little, and Xie Jing still lived in the same room with him. At first, he slept on the footrest beside the bed, but after seeing Master Jiu, he slowly crawled to sleep at the foot of the bed just to see that he was silent. Jiuye's bed is big, he only occupies a small piece when he is rolled up, and occasionally he can pull a little of the other's quilt.

I dare not say that all these small movements of his were concealed, some of them were done secretly and they were careful to see Master Jiu's expression, but the other party just looked at him, frowning occasionally, but soon returned to his usual appearance.

During that month, Xie Jing could clearly feel that Master Jiu treated him much better and got closer to him.

As if he had been allowed, he could relax in Bai's house.

But Xie Jing still wanted to leave.

He wanted his own deed, and wanted to go out and live happily.

The housekeeper didn't mention this, so he went to ask Master Jiu, and what he got was either a suet jade pendant or a handful of golden melon seeds. The other party coaxed him like a child and insisted on keeping him by his side.

Even two years later, when Master Cao came to pick him up excitedly, Master Bai Jiu stood in front of the door and said coldly, "No, there is no Xie Wanzhou here, only Xiao Jing'er."

Young Master Cao was stunned for a moment, then he was about to squeeze through the door in a panic: "Bai Jiu, you don't want to lose face, Ah Jing clearly agreed with me, you get up and let me in!"

"There is no Ah Jing either. I have thought about it carefully. If you can't take care of her well, why not give it to me."

"You are still unreasonable!"

"Don't talk, someone will see you off."

……

Xie Wanzhou is his name in the theatrical troupe, and it is the two characters in the poem "Sunset night near Xie Wanzhou".

After he entered the Bai family, Master Jiu only asked him his real name once.

Since then, no one has called him Xie Wanzhou.

He is Xie Jing, Xie Jing who is protected by Bai Jiuye.

The memories are a little fuzzy, some are clearly remembered, but some are vague, as if separated by a layer of fog, intermittently, only some fragments can be seen.

But among these, the only thing that has not been blurred is Jiuye's eyebrows and eyes, and a "Xiao Jing'er" that came along with his line of sight.

He wanted to leave at first, but he tried to find opportunities several times, but gradually, he didn't want to leave again.

He wanted to stay and guard this person.

I am willing to risk my life.

……

Xie Jing felt a tingling pain all over her body, snorted, and regained a little consciousness.

Immediately afterwards, there was a cup of warm water against his lips, and he was gently fed two sips. After the cup was removed, a familiar voice came: "How is it, is it better?"

Xie Jing tried to open her eyes to find the voice, and said weakly, "Master?"

Bai Jiuye sat aside and held his hand, "I'm here." Feeling the other party shrunk in, said something in a low voice, and only heard the phrase "afraid of infection" when he got closer, and said in relief: "No, you are from here. You have chickenpox, not cholera, you have been given an injection just now, and you will be fine after a few days."

Xie Jing said: "I'm going to the hospital..."

Lord Jiu shook his head: "Now the hospital is full of patients, and a few people die every day in the ward, and you have chickenpox again, so it will be fatal to live in this way?" He covered Xie Jing with a thin quilt, and took some ointment. I applied a little on his neck and earlobe, and the cool touch made Xie Jing feel more comfortable. "You stay with me first, and the medicine can last for a few days. I have asked someone to prepare it again. Don't worry, it will be cured."

"doctor……"

"The doctor will be here in two days. I'll give you an injection first. You can relax. You still have the last half of the medicine."

Xie Jing lay there, feeling that it was cold below, and the place where the alcohol cotton ball had been wiped couldn't help but tense. Jiuye's hands were also cold, almost as cold as cotton wool. The more nervous Xie Jing was, the slower he beat, and then Coupled with the effect of the medicine, the pain caused a layer of fine beads of sweat to appear on the forehead.

After finishing the beating, Master Jiu put on his pants, covered him with a thin blanket, wiped the sweat on his forehead with gauze and said, "Sleep, I'll watch over you."

"No, I can do it myself."

The person next to him laughed and said, "What are you doing? People are not very tempered, but they are quite stubborn. I had chickenpox when I was young, so it won't be contagious to me. Go to sleep."

Xie Jing got the injection, and the effect of the medicine came up, and she mumbled a few words, unable to hold herself back, and fell asleep slowly.

There was probably someone around me, and my heart was much more at ease. This time I slept soundly and didn't dream about anything else.

The author has something to say: Little Theater:

Young Master Cao: Bai Jiu, look at this Xie Wanzhou, look at his figure, look at his posture, and his voice, it's absolutely amazing!Did you see that flip just now, like a cat, it's so quiet and beautiful!This is art, so beautiful, isn't it! !

Bai Jiuye accepted the other party's words - "Ji Li Gu Lu... Xie Wanzhou... Barabara"

Jiuye: Yes.

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Bai Jiuye: You can't take care of this person well, I'm the only one who can do it.

Young Master Cao:? ? ?