Chapter 469 Alive
Fang Minghua trotted along the railway. After running for a while, he still didn't see Haizi.
He gasped for air, his heart sinking little by little.
But he didn’t give up.
Because so far, no train has passed.
There's still a chance!
I couldn’t run anymore, so I walked. After walking for more than ten minutes, night began to fall. The railway turned a corner, and Fang Minghua suddenly saw a person in front of him, walking forward on the railway track.
Like Haizi!
“Haizi.” Fang Minghua shouted.
The figure in front paused, did not look back, and kept walking forward.
At this moment, Fang Minghua's face turned pale when he suddenly heard the whistle of a train coming from ahead.
“Quickly”
Fang Minghua started running wildly.
The people on the railway track were still walking leisurely, less than 400 meters away from the train.
The driver on the train seemed to find someone on the track and began to whistle and slow down, making a harsh brake sound, but the huge inertia kept the train running wildly.
Haizi stopped, looked at the oncoming train, and then looked back at the people running behind him. He recalled a poem written by the Russian poet Yesenin before committing suicide:
Goodbye, my Friends,
No need to say goodbye, no need to shake hands,
Don’t be sad, don’t be sad——
Death is nothing new in this world
Of course, it is even less rare to survive.
Smiling, Haizi faced the speeding train and opened his arms.
Fang Minghua ran as hard as he could. He felt that this was the fastest he had ever run in his life, no, in his two lives. However, the short distance of twenty meters felt so long.
Desperately
Haizi closed his eyes.
He could already feel the vibrations coming from the railway tracks, and he could imagine the moment his body collided with the train, and his flesh and blood flew everywhere.
It won’t hurt, right?
No, because my soul and poetry went to heaven together.
The sharp whistle and harsh brakes became fainter and fainter in Haizi's ears, and he felt that he had gone to heaven.
A group of angels were surrounding him chanting verses from the Lord.
Suddenly, a huge force suddenly pulled him to the side, and before he knew it, he fell outside the railway track, followed by a huge roar.
When he opened his eyes, he was already lying on the roadbed outside the railway track, Fang Minghua bent over and gasping for air.
He felt like his chest was going to explode.
Paralyzed.
Looks like I need to run and exercise well after I get back.
"Is it you?" Haizi finally saw clearly that the person who saved him this time was Fang Minghua, whom he had only met once.
"It's me! Damn, I'm so exhausted." Fang Minghua sat down on the ground.
At this time, he had already seen a group of people running towards them with flashlights. It was Station Master Wang and his friends.
Well, at least Haizi won’t die this time.
Fang Minghua and Haizi left Longjiaying Station overnight for Yanjing.
Before leaving, Fang Minghua expressed his gratitude to Webmaster Wang. Stationmaster Wang is an enthusiastic person and even called Haizi to his office to educate him.
“Young man, haven’t you married a wife yet? Don’t have children yet? I’m a rough man with no culture and no poetry, but there is an old saying in China that goes, “There are three types of unfilial piety, and having no offspring is the greatest.” You just left, who is the most sad? It’s not your so-called readers, it’s your parents! It’s sad to think about it.”
Hai Zi. When he came out of Stationmaster Wang's office, he remained silent, but Fang Minghua noticed that his eyes were red.
Fang Minghua first took Haizi to the noodle shop to eat a bowl of noodles each, and then returned to the small hotel to take his luggage. At about ten o'clock in the evening, he boarded a bus from Qinhuangdao to Yanjing. local.
It’s still a hard seat.
The two sat across from each other. Haizi remained silent while looking at the dark night sky outside, and Fang Minghua did not chat with him. After sitting for a while, he felt bored and couldn't sleep. He suddenly thought of something and said to Haizi.
"Bring it to me and let me see it."
"What?" Haizi was startled and said casually, then he thought of something and took it from his schoolbag. He took out a crumpled note and handed it to Fang Minghua.
Fang Minghua took it and saw that it was a suicide note.
"My name is Zha Haisheng. I am a teacher in the Philosophy Teaching and Research Section of China University of Political Science and Law. My death has nothing to do with anyone."
Holy shit!
“That’s not it.” Fang Minghua was angry and funny.
“I want to read the book you brought to pass the time.”
“Oh”
Haizi quickly took out four more books from his schoolbag and placed them on the small coffee table.
"The Bible", "Walden", "Selected Novels of Conrad" and "A Raft on the Ocean".
It is indeed the four legendary books.
Forget the Bible, we don’t believe in Jesus. He had read "Walden" and "Selected Novels of Conrad", but this was the only one left.
It is a documentary work about the Norwegian scholar Thor Heyardal and five Norwegian and Swedish companions who crossed the Pacific Ocean on a raft.
"I leaned against the window, trying to catch a glimpse of the distant starry night sky of this big city. I could only see a small patch between the high walls above my head. Even though the place on the raft was small, no matter what, we were Above, there is plenty of room for the sky and stars."
Looking at it, Fang Minghua fell asleep on the small square table, snoring slightly.
When I woke up, it was already dawn, and Yanjing Station was in front of me.
The two got off the bus and left the station. Fang Minghua told Haizi to follow him. Yanjing has been in chaos recently, so don't run around.
After eating fried dough sticks and soy milk, Fang Minghua made a call at the public phone in a shop on the street. It was to Xichuan.
The phone was connected, and Nishikawa's familiar voice came through.
"I'm Liu Jun, who are you?"
"Xichuan, I'm Fang Minghua."
"Editor Fang." Xichuan's voice became enthusiastic.
“Are you in Xijing or Yanjing now?”
"I'm in Yanjing." Fang Minghua glanced at Haizi outside the store: "I'm with Haizi now."
"You went to Changping to find Haizi?"
"It's not Changping, It’s Shanhaiguan.”
“Ah, Shanhaiguan, why are you traveling so far?”
“I was on a business trip, and Haizi was about to commit suicide by lying on the train. I happened to save him. Yes." Fang Minghua said his excuse.
"Ah?! Suicide?!" On the other end of the phone, Xi Chuan was so shocked that he couldn't speak.
“I couldn’t speak a word or two on the phone. You find a place where we can talk more conveniently. I’ll bring Haizi over to talk in detail.”
“Okay, okay, let’s go to my dormitory, Haizi. I know the place.”
Fang Minghua put down the phone and came to Haizi.
“I just called Nishikawa and he asked us to go to his dormitory. He said you know the place.
Haizi nodded.
A few minutes later, the two got into a taxi.
In Xichuan's single dormitory, Fang Minghua not only met Xichuan, but also unexpectedly met Luo Yihe, another one of the Three Musketeers of Peking University.
He came with his wife, and he is the only one of the three of them who is married now.
(End of this chapter)